Chapter 36: Chapter 34: Demoness, Face My Sword
At a crossroads in her life, Lin Sha met Du Youqian.
More accurately, it was the man who was still Qiu Yuanqing, the Du Youqian who had yet to awaken his Past Life Memory.
She realized that this was an outstanding and handsome young man, the perfect subject to aid her in her cultivation.
So, she deliberately got close to Qiu Yuanqing, fell in love with him, and in a daze, gave herself to him.
Without even realizing it, her love grew deeper.
She even began to feel that things like revenge no longer mattered.
If she could live with this man, spending the rest of her life in simple peace, that too seemed like a form of happiness.
So when that night, Du Youqian broke through the Mystery of the Womb and coldly rejected her, her heart died in that instant.
Every moment she lived ceased to have meaning. It was simply torture.
If she had died, it would have been a relief.
If anyone but Du Youqian had saved her, she could have overcome her emotional tribulation and finally found release.
But of all people, it was the man she both loved and hated who pulled her back from the gates of hell and gave her a second life.
She had experienced Entering Emotions, Breaking Emotions, and Absolute Emotionlessness, yet her feelings were uncontrollably reborn, even sublimating into an ultimate emotion.
Her Cultivation Technique could be considered complete, but it now had a flaw.
She could achieve Absolute Emotionlessness toward anyone, but as for Du Youqian, she could never hope to forget him for even a moment in this lifetime.
Three years ago, after achieving Great Success with her divine skill and smoothly advancing to the Innate realm, she told Du Youqian she was leaving to seek traces of the immortals.
In reality, she returned to the Jin Kingdom and, by her own power, annihilated the Demon Sect that had massacred her entire family.
The reason she didn’t tell Du Youqian was because his Martial Arts had not yet reached Great Success at the time.
If Du Youqian went with her, he might have encountered danger.
Of course, her bigger fear was that Du Youqian would refuse to go with her.
In that case, it was better not to ask in the first place.
When she had finally killed all her enemies and was sitting on a pile of corpses, coldly dressing her wounds, a mysterious person appeared. With a harmless-looking smile, he asked her, "Little girl, you have an immortal’s affinity. Are you willing to return with me, seize the very fortunes of heaven and earth, comprehend the Great Dao, and defy the heavens to become an immortal?"
"Okay," Lin Sha said.
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"So, what’s your Sect called?"
"The Sect this humble one belongs to is the number one Holy Sect within the Jin Kingdom, the Second-class Sect known as the Heavenly Emotions and Oceanic Resentments Sect."
’As expected, a Demon Sect.’
’Why can’t this girl’s destiny ever seem to escape the shadow of the Demon Sects?’
’During her time as a Mortal, her family was slaughtered by a Demon Sect from the Martial World, and she herself was subjugated.’
’Now that she’s Immortal Cultivating, she gets tricked away by one of the Cultivation Demon Sects.’
’Does she have some kind of mysterious constitution that attracts Demon Sects?!’
"What are your plans now?"
Lin Sha didn’t answer. She looked up at Feixian Peak, which seemed close but was actually still some distance away.
"Qing Lang, are you going to join the Zhongxuan Sect? That’s not a good place to be. The Sect Leader of Zhongxuan isn’t even worthy of carrying the shoes for my Sect’s Sect Leader."
"Besides, those so-called followers of the Righteous Dao are all hypocrites. They’re best at hiding daggers behind smiles and stabbing people in the back. Our Holy Sect may have its own issues, but at least we’re open about the law of the jungle. A strong person like you, Qing Lang, would definitely make a name for yourself in our Holy Sect. Qing Lang, you are truly fated to be with our Holy Sect."
’It’s over,’ Du Youqian thought. ’The Demon Sects’ brainwashing skills are pretty strong.’
"Yes, I want to go check out the Zhongxuan Sect. I don’t actually like environments where the strong prey on the weak, and I have no interest in the Holy Sect you speak of."
Even her veil couldn’t hide the disappointment on Lin Sha’s face. "Young Master Qiu, you’re always like this. Can’t you just say something nice to coax me?"
"You’re not stupid. If I tried to coax you, do you think you wouldn’t notice?" Du Youqian said lightly.
"Young Master Qiu, have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, I’m willing to be deceived by you? That I just want you to lie to me, to coax me."
Du Youqian maintained his "steel straight man" persona. "I know, but I just don’t want to."
"You!" Lin Sha was so angry she spun around and stomped her foot.
One could only say that whether they were Mortals or Cultivators, little fairies or demonesses, five-year-old girls, fifteen-year-old maidens, or fifty-year-old matrons, when they got angry, they all did the same things: pout, turn away, and stomp their feet.
From a distance, Yang Wenwan whispered to Mr. Si, "I remember someone reported that Young Master Qiu likes to hum while forging weapons. The lyrics and tunes are mostly nonsensical, but they’re still nice to listen to. There’s one line I remember very clearly: ’The unattainable is always in turmoil, while the favored are always fearless.’ Mr. Si, don’t you think that describes this situation perfectly?"
Mr. Si nodded repeatedly, then said, "My lady, they can hear you."
Yang Wenwan awkwardly shut her mouth.
’Young Master Qiu is one of our own, and he’s broad-minded, not one to quibble with others.’
’Even if I said a few bad things about him, it wouldn’t matter; he’d just laugh it off at most.’
’But that woman is a different story.’
’If you offend a woman like that, she’ll hold a grudge for a hundred years and will definitely find a chance to get her revenge.’
’If I die an early death, she might even scatter my ashes.’
In truth, this was also because Yang Wenwan didn’t know Du Youqian well enough.
When Du Youqian took revenge, it was never a case of "for a gentleman, ten years is not too late."
For him, two hundred years wasn’t too late.
Even five hundred years wasn’t too late.
If anyone offended Du Youqian...
Even if Du Youqian couldn’t get revenge in this lifetime, believe it or not, his descendants for generations to come would know no peace.
This was the so-called "a grudge of nine generations can still be avenged."
As for scattering ashes and disco-dancing on graves, that was just standard practice for him.
The conversation between the young man and woman gradually entered "romance mode."
"Young Master Qiu, if you insist on joining the Zhongxuan Sect, then fine. But you know that my Holy Sect and these so-called righteous sects have been mortal enemies since ancient times. Let me ask you, if one day your new sect orders you to slay demons and devils, to eliminate me, this Demoness, what will you do?"
Du Youqian gave her a strange look. "Then of course I’d fight to be the first one there!"
"You!"
"If I’m the one who comes, I can yell ’Demoness, face my sword!’, pretend to fight you, then find a chance to let you escape. Or I could pretend to be no match for you, get captured, and let you take me hostage to get away. Anyway, as long as I’m there, there are plenty of ways to let you escape."
"...You have a lot of bad ideas."
This was the first time Du Youqian had ever heard someone say such a rude sentence in such a gentle, loving tone.
The true meaning and the literal meaning were polar opposites.
"Have you ever thought that if there’s a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, or even a Core Formation Great Power, on the battlefield, your every move would be under their control? Could you still let me escape then?"
Du Youqian, of course, feigned ignorance about the ways of the Cultivation Realm, a look of confusion on his face. "What’s a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? What’s a Core Formation Great Power? Why wouldn’t I be able to escape their control?"
"Sigh, you truly are the ill-fated love of my life. Forget it. Just remember how you feel today. If that day ever truly comes, don’t you dare try to be clever. Actually, if I were to die by your hand... now that I think about it, that wouldn’t be so bad."
*Smack*~
That wasn’t Du Youqian kissing Lin Sha, but him flicking his finger against her forehead, neither too lightly nor too heavily.
