Volume One, Chapter 12: The Dominant Senior Disciple Has Arrived
After lunch, Ye Qinghan practiced cultivation for a while before setting off.
“Qinghan, don’t be nervous or afraid. Just follow the plan. With me here, nothing will happen to you,” Su Cheng said as he watched the tall figure standing on the Immortal Sword. She looked like a general about to depart or a daughter ready to be married off. His heart was filled with emotions he could not express, and after much hesitation, he could only manage a single word of caution.
Ye Qinghan understood Su Cheng’s feelings; she could hear her master’s worries and feel his deep care for her.
“Master, don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. Why don’t you warm the wine for me instead? Watch me warm the wine and slay Pingyun,” she said with a smile.
“Qinghan, you still know the story of warming the wine to slay Hua Xiong?” Su Cheng was utterly surprised, thinking, Does this world also have the Three Kingdoms?
“Hua Xiong? Who’s that?” Ye Qinghan didn’t understand her master’s words or the world behind them.
But since her master was so powerful and could travel between different worlds, it was only natural.
“It’s nothing...”
The slender figure stepped on the Immortal Sword, and golden light streaked across the sky in an instant. Watching her depart, Su Cheng felt an emptiness in his heart...
“Heh, it seems I must deal with this villain myself,” he muttered.
Elsewhere, Ye Qinghan was in no rush. After flying for a while, she changed direction.
In the northern border’s extreme cold, beneath the thousand-mile snowfield, Ye Qinghan returned to her hometown after two years.
She gently descended, stepping on the snow with a soft crunch. Though she could tread the snow without leaving marks, she cherished this feeling dearly.
Thinking back to when she was just a little fox, unable to take human form, she could still leave tiny plum blossom prints in the snow.
Following the path in her memory, Ye Qinghan found her former home—the ruined Northern Border Demon Capital.
Her parents had long since perished, their bones gone. Ye Qinghan could only sit atop the ruins of the city gate tower, gazing at the scorched earth burned by fierce flames. Even after years, no snow covered the land; the ground remained hot.
“Mother, I have returned.”
“My daughter has found a great master who does not disdain her foolishness and has accepted her as a direct disciple.”
“My master understands my fate and gave me the name Qinghan, intending to defy heaven and change my destiny.”
“My master does not look down on me, bestowing formal rites and teaching immortal arts, treating me as her own without contempt.”
“My daughter is doing well now, becoming very strong, hehe.”
“This visit is only to pay my respects. Please, mother, do not worry about me.”
“Next time I come, I will surely bring the heads of my enemies to comfort your spirit in heaven. The blood feud... Qinghan has not forgotten.”
Frost flowers replaced the figure, as if a maiden stood guard over an empty city, or pure light shone upon a solitary grave. Ye Qinghan left.
This was the only snowflake that could remain on this eternal scorched land.
The Immortal Sword slowly descended. The sword box fell heavily before the gate of Pingyun Sect, sounding like a death knell, bursting open the gates of the Underworld’s hall with a bang.
“Who’s there?”
“I am Ye Qinghan. I heard you were looking for me?”
Ye Qinghan sat atop the sword box, swinging her jade legs casually, completely unhurried. She had prepared everything; no one could escape.
Her master’s treasures were all top-tier heavenly-grade items. Even if the sect leader of Pingyun Sect came, they wouldn’t get away!
Ye Qinghan had been sent by her master to annihilate the entire sect. Within the range of the Celestial Descent Ruler, she wouldn’t spare a single breath.
“Go tell your sect leader that Ye Qinghan is here! Tell him to come out and face me!”
The domineering eldest disciple had arrived!
“What do you think you are? Do you even know what place this is?”
“Can’t understand human speech?”
Ye Qinghan curled her lips and swiftly sealed a throat with one sword. Four Immortal Swords then hovered behind her.
The junior cultivator guarding the gate immediately understood and ran inside to summon help.
Soon, Ye Qinghan was surrounded.
“Our Pingyun Sect has no grudges with the fairy. Why do you come here to provoke trouble?” an elder pushed through the crowd and spoke first, his tone full of caution.
“Did Cheng Liang order you to kill Su Cheng?”
The elder was stunned and then realized this was Ye Chenmeng!
“That’s not true. None of our disciples left the sect yesterday,” he said.
Ye Qinghan was amused.
Smack! She slapped him hard across the face.
“Are you out of your mind? Can you find someone with normal intelligence to talk to me?”
The elder was dumbfounded. He was at least a Nascent Soul cultivator! When had he ever been slapped like this?
“What do you mean, young lady?”
“Tell your sect leader to come out, or I’ll kill you all!”
No sooner had she spoken than four Immortal Swords flew out again, and in the blink of an eye, several bodies lay peacefully on the ground.
The elder was no longer calm. He could tell that this adversary was fearless and not to be trifled with.
They must be quite powerful...
It was best to call out the sect leader first...
Smack!
Ye Qinghan swung her arm again and slapped the elder, barely stopping herself from finishing him off.
“Are you deaf? I’m talking to you!”
Feeling that this communication was still too gentle, Ye Qinghan raised her hand, and a Demon-Suppressing Stele floated above, meant to counter the protective formation of Pingyun Sect.
There was no limit to its use, and it worked the same against anyone. After all, her master hadn’t set any rules...
“You don’t need to call him. I’ll call him myself!”
Her jade hand fell, and the towering Demon-Suppressing Stele came crashing down, darkening the sky.
The elder looked up at the darkened sky, feeling as if the heavens were falling...
What a terrifying force!
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