Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 132: Immortals and Demons

Zhenyang Mountain, at the foot of the mountain.

In front of the mountain gate of Zhenyang Sect.

Countless disciples dressed in white robes were coming and going, and these were newly admitted Outer Sect disciples. Most of them could only train at the outer mountain at the foot of the mountain.

Only after going through layers of selection would they qualify to enter the Six Great Peaks.

The faces of these Outer Sect disciples were full of hope, their eyes clear and full of vitality.

Occasionally, Inner Sect disciples wearing Purple Sun Brocade Robes would pass by, causing them to exclaim in admiration, their eyes full of longing.

Under the mountain gate, white robes fluttered as people came and went. Looking upwards, six mountain peaks soared into the clouds, majestic and grand, a sight worthy of the fame of the Three Great Sects in the Eastern Cultivation Land.

Suddenly, a blood-covered figure appeared at the bustling mountain gate.

She was wearing a white robe representing the Outer Sect disciples, her hair scattered, her face full of bloodstains, covered in injuries. What was most shocking was that she had three bloody holes in her left shoulder, right chest, and abdomen.

Fresh blood gushed out, shocking to behold.

"Ah!"

Such a scene had never appeared at the mountain gate of a Major Immortal Sect, causing female disciples to cry out in surprise.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to support the injured person, realizing she was a female cultivator, her face as pale as gold, eyes half-open and half-closed, clearly holding on with sheer willpower.

"Junior Sister, what happened? How did you get so badly injured?!"

"Junior Sister, Junior Sister! What’s your name?"

The blood-covered woman was supported by the crowd, barely opening her eyes, her voice hoarse:

"My name is... Fang Xue, a disciple of Xiyue Peak. Senior Brother Luo and all my fellow disciples... are all dead! Sob sob..."

A two-hour period later.

Xiyue Peak.

In a place built along the mountain, with pavilions and gardens adorned with intricate carvings and paintings, like a fairyland.

However, numerous Inner Sect disciples present in the fairyland were now troubled, discussing in whispers.

"Senior Brother Luo was actually murdered!"

"So many junior brothers and sisters, only one managed to escape back. Who could be so ruthless!"

"If we don’t avenge this, we’re disgraced as disciples of Zhenyang Sect!"

"Everyone, don’t get excited. Let’s first identify the murderer."

"Hush, the Senior Sister is coming."

A pure white figure wearing a Moon White Fairy Skirt approached, her features were elegant, long hair like a waterfall, her whole being enveloped in mist, making it hard to gaze directly at her.

Everyone bowed in salutation: "Senior Sister."

Ye Xiyue nodded slightly, someone stepped forward to report:

"Senior Sister, Junior Sister Fang is seriously injured and has not yet awakened."

Ye Xiyue waved her hand: "You all may leave."

The crowd looked at each other but dared not ask further, they saluted and departed.

Ye Xiyue entered a room, it was an Inner Sect disciple’s room, not spacious, but tastefully furnished, with rolling incense smoke.

A pale-faced woman lay on the bed, the bloodstains on her face had been washed clean, and the wounds on her body were treated, but she was severely injured, her breathing was weak.

Ye Xiyue stood by the bedside, looking down at Fang Xue, with her elegant eyebrows slightly furrowed, pondering deeply.

After a long while, Fang Xue coughed a few times and finally opened her eyes.

Upon seeing Ye Xiyue in front of her, she struggled to get up, "Senior Sister!"

Ye Xiyue raised her hand to gently press her back down, her voice ethereal and indifferent:

"Who did you encounter?"

Fang Xue weakly said: "I also don’t know, those few wore black clothes, masked their faces, couldn’t see their faces."

Ye Xiyue asked: "How many were there?"

Fang Xue replied: "Three."

"Three?" Ye Xiyue paused for a moment, then asked again:

"What cultivation techniques did they use to kill Junior Brother Luo and the others?"

Ye Xiyue’s tone was still calm as she asked about the tragic death of her fellow disciples, without a hint of emotion.

Fang Xue inexplicably felt a chill in her heart but still answered according to the script prepared in her mind:

"One used poison, one used fire, and one used a short blade. We were no match at all, Senior Brother Luo... Senior Brother Luo, he..."

Fang Xue’s face showed hesitation, Ye Xiyue calmly asked:

"Luo Zhenfeng tried to abandon you all and flee, but failed to escape, right?"

Fang Xue looked at her in shock: "Senior Sister, how do you know?"

Ye Xiyue said calmly: "Junior Brother Luo’s nature is weak, abandoning the battle isn’t surprising."

"Senior Sister..." Fang Xue stared at her, wanting to ask since they knew Luo Zhenfeng’s temperament, then why let him lead so many inexperienced Inner Sect disciples to pursue the remnants of the Demon Sect.

Watching Senior Sister’s calm demeanor, Fang Xue felt increasingly chilly inside yet affirmed her decision was right that night.

Fang Xue was observing Ye Xiyue, and Ye Xiyue was also observing Fang Xue. After a quiet moment of mutual gaze, Ye Xiyue asked:

"Where did you encounter the attack?"

Fang Xue answered: "Senior Brother Luo received Senior Sister’s directive, telling us to return from Wuxi Town to Zhenyang Sect. We departed that night and encountered the three in a grove more than ten miles after leaving Wuxi Town."

Ye Xiyue paused for a moment, then asked: "What did you discover in Yunling Town?"

Fang Xue said: "Senior Brother Luo led us to camp outside a residence belonging to an Alchemist named Qin Gengyun for several days, but found nothing."

This answer was essentially the same as what Luo Zhenfeng reported to Ye Xiyue through the Sound Transmission Talisman earlier.

Ye Xiyue asked a few more questions about the attackers’ actions and techniques, and Fang Xue replied to them all, and in specific areas said she couldn’t discern those techniques due to her low cultivation level.

After a stick of incense’s time, Ye Xiyue got up: "Junior Sister Fang, take your time to recover."

She said and promptly exited the room.

After leaving the pavilion complex, her figure flashed, moving from the mid-section of Xiyue Peak to the mountain top.

Ye Xiyue stood on the cliff edge, took off her shoes, and sat down, her fair feet dangled off the cliff, swinging like a naive, innocent young girl.

Yet her face was expressionless, more like an empty shell.

Moments later, her face transformed, revealing a cute yet eerie smile, as if talking to herself:

"Your Junior Sister Fang is lying, hahaha! If it were me, I’d break her limbs until she told the truth!"

The next minute the smile disappeared, reverting to the cold fairy:

"I’ve observed Junior Sister Fang’s wounds, some nearly fatal. Her cultivation is low; if she were a spy of the Demon Sect, she couldn’t endure this."

"Hahaha!" Ye Xiyue’s face showed an eerie, cute smile again:

"Those people must be remnants of the Demon Sect. Once found, maybe we could locate Xia Qinglian! Ye Xiyue, don’t you want to learn the Profound Ice and Li Fire Technique? Come on, let’s go to Wuxi Town now, find them, and you and I can finally separate!"

"The Sect Grand Competition is about to start; I can’t leave, and..." Ye Xiyue reverted to her Immortal Body, said lightly:

"We are not heading to Wuxi Town but rather to Yunling Town."

"Haha, you really can’t be deceived! What’s your plan?" The Demon Embryo’s sharp laughter echoed across the cliff.

Ye Xiyue said: "I’ll dispatch Minglan."

"Si Minglan? Great, great, her Charm Technique is perfect for dealing with men. But aren’t you afraid that little bitch Si Minglan might suck the life out of them and cut off your clues?"

"Silence!"

Ye Xiyue stood up, put on her shoes, and her figure flashed to the room below the Senior Sister’s room at the peak, summoning the attending disciple:

"Bring Junior Sister Si Minglan to me."