Chapter 107: Chapter 105: The Fairy Descends

In Su Xiyue’s perception, that junior cultivator, upon seeing Leng Ruyu enter the loft, hastily pulled along the two women at his side and left.

He has Dao Companions?!

And two of them?

All at once, a feeling stirred deep in Su Xiyue’s heart—one she herself could not quite grasp.

Bitter.

Astringent.

On the face of the First Fairy, untouched by mortal dust, there appeared a hint of mortal emotion.

Soon, it flashed and vanished.

She began pondering why that junior cultivator had not yet left Lin Xian City.

Could it be... because his Dao Companions are still in the city?!

This thought, strangely, made Su Xiyue herself freeze for a moment.

Yet, she honestly could not think of any other reason why Qin Yu would dare return to Lin Xian City.

Before the Selection Banquet, no one had known she was in the city!

Not even the Cyan Mountain Sect disciples were aware.

Only when she saw him vanish at the door of a small courtyard did Su Xiyue withdraw her perception.

The fairy, sitting cross-legged there, found her heart completely in disarray.

She truly longed to receive more warm currents.

But she could not let go of her pride as the First Fairy.

Su Xiyue recalled his face that day, when she suppressed him—the look of disbelief and shock.

The mere memory made her unable to restrain herself; that embarrassment even sent a shiver across her skin.

No!

She would never yield.

"Xiyue."

"Xiyue."

Liu Zixiao called her name three or four times before Su Xiyue came back to herself.

"Aunt Liu?"

She quickly lowered her head, masking her guilty heart.

Liu Zixiao, however, looked on with a face full of doubt.

What’s wrong with our Saintess?!

Is it because of Leng Ruyu from the Demon Sect?

But just now, Su Xiyue clearly held the upper hand.

At least, that’s how it appeared to outsiders.

Though no fight occurred, the grand momentum of it directly dispelled many outside rumors, and even elevated the low status of the Cyan Mountain Sect by a whole level.

Su Xiyue is the Saintess, future Lord of the Immortal Sect—her strength is the sect’s strength!

This move also seriously boosted the morale of the sect’s disciples.

It could be said it served three gains at once!

So, Liu Zixiao was in fine spirits, handling the negotiation with the Demon Sect with ease.

What she hadn’t expected was, upon seeing Su Xiyue, to find the Saintess absentminded. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Liu Zixiao glanced curiously out the window, swept her senses through, but found no special person present.

"Xiyue, your injuries..."

When her perception fell on Su Xiyue, her brows furrowed lightly.

The aura within Su Xiyue was clearly disordered, causing her no small concern.

"It’s nothing."

Su Xiyue answered curtly, and slightly restrained her own aura.

"These are some elixirs especially effective for healing. Don’t be reluctant to use them..." Liu Zixiao produced some more elixirs, placing them before her.

To set her mind at ease, Su Xiyue still accepted them.

The matter of the warm current was far too strange, and of enormous consequence; it could not be told to anyone.

It’s not that she doesn’t trust Liu Zixiao—but if word of it got out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So much so that she hadn’t even mentioned it to the Sect Leader.

"Leng Ruyu’s purpose in coming this time is that the Demon Sect seeks to ally with our Cyan Mountain Sect, to explore the Ruins Rift together..."

Liu Zixiao spoke on, explaining every detail to her without any reserve.

"I’ve already reported this to the Sect Leader, and she agreed."

"After a period of observation, we can begin exploring..."

Now, many cultivators have already ventured in—some perished, though, there are survivors.

To survive with only Qi Refining cultivation suggests the Ruins Beasts there are most likely only at Foundation Establishment level.

"Xiyue, at that time you..."

Saying this, Liu Zixiao looked toward her with some worry.

"I can do it!"

Su Xiyue declared with conviction, her gaze growing resolute.

"You..."

Liu Zixiao hesitated to speak further, but knew, no matter what, if she refused to say more, it was futile to press, so she simply relayed more news about the Ruins Rift.

"Rest well. I still need to attend to the guests outside..."

The Selection Banquet was not yet over out there.

Now was the best time to draw in recruits.

After she left, only Su Xiyue remained in the room once more.

After settling her emotions, the spiritual qi, like mist, gathered around her.

"Hmph!..."

The fairy gave a muffled groan, her lovely face several shades paler.

Clearly, her internal injuries were not as trivial as she claimed.

To return to her former state would take at least another month; for full recovery, even more time would be needed.

But now, with the Ruins Rift expedition imminent, time was short!

If she showed weakness, it would harm the entire Cyan Mountain Sect.

Unless...

She could gain more of the warm current, only then could she shorten this period.

Not only healing her injuries, but even her root bone could be raised another tier!

Dao Bone!

If she could obtain Dao Bone, she could even attempt to break through to the Golden Core Realm.

The fairy made her choice!

...

Qin Yu, too, seemed to sense something, and coaxed his two little wives to sleep early.

Watching them sleeping, Qin Yu felt not the slightest trace of drowsiness.

Suddenly.

He sensed a gust of wind descend into the courtyard.

The sudden fluctuation in aura set him on edge at once—he dared not reveal any aura, motionless, eyes glued to the window.

By the moonlight, he glimpsed a hazy silhouette.

It’s her!

Qin Yu’s pupils shrank sharply, his heart leaping into his throat.

She’s come; she really is here.

Does she come with hostility? Or...

In a flash, cold sweat streamed down Qin Yu’s back; he didn’t dare move a muscle—not even to breathe—staring at the door as if deathly afraid it would be blown open.

After coming back, he had considered fleeing immediately, but—never mind the danger of escorting four women—could he really outrun that fairy?!

After a moment, Qin Yu cautiously got up, taking care not to disturb his two little wives, and quietly slipped from the bed.

He didn’t sense any murderous intent from Fairy Xiyue, his emotion point remained unchanged, so he was betting Su Xiyue was not here to kill him.

Nervous though he was, he still resolutely pushed open the door and stepped out.

What must come, will come.

There’s no running from it.

Night pressed down, silver light gently spilled forth. In the courtyard stood a figure so ethereal, just a glimpse of her profile rendered all things in the world dim and pale by comparison.

Moonlight bathed her, clothing her in a layer of sacred gauze—so cold and noble she seemed a fairy of the Ninth Heaven, inspiring reverence and forbidding all profane thoughts.

"Fair... Fairy..."

Qin Yu’s voice trembled involuntarily. He lowered his gaze at once, bowing in utmost reverence, fearing even a disrespectful glance might incite the fairy’s wrath.

Yet before his words faded, he suddenly felt a cool wind lift him up, and in the next instant, his whole body soared into the sky.

When he regained his senses, the scene around him had changed utterly—he now stood inside a simple, elegant old-fashioned room.

He had been seized by the fairy?!