Chapter 127: Chapter 127: From Honest Senior Sister to Demon Cultivator 1

“Ah Chen, do you have anything to say? I never expected to have a traitor like you under my command, and you still dare to try to break into the Lingxiao Secret Realm. Tell me, what exactly are your intentions?”

Peak Master Zou’s face was ashen, his eyes filled with disappointment: “To think that I valued you so highly. Originally, you only had a Middle Grade Fire Wood Spirit Root and were not even qualified to become my disciple. Back then, when I was chasing a Demon Cultivator to your village, I noticed that you were different from others. Your eyes were determined, as if you feared nothing. I tested your Spirit Root with hope, and to my surprise, you really had a Spirit Root, so I brought you back. I never imagined you would be connected with a Demon Cultivator.”

“You have really disappointed me.”

“If you don’t speak, then today I can only personally put an end to this.” Peak Master Zou closed his eyes briefly and raised his hand, about to strike at the pale figure lying on the ground.

At that moment, a pink figure rushed out, shielding the person on the ground.

“Peak Master Zou, spare her life. If you kill her now, won’t we lose the chance to find out what the Demon Cultivator is really after?”

“Just now, both Master and Peak Master Zou tried, but a mysterious force blocked us from searching her soul. Forcibly searching would make her soul instantly disperse, which means she must know quite a few secrets. Otherwise, why would such powerful measures be taken against her? We’ve barely caught the Demon Cultivator’s trail, killing her like this would be a loss, wouldn’t it?” Lin Mingxi spoke seriously, her face also pale, clearly injured.

Peak Master Zou hesitated and lowered his hand.

He sighed: “She used you and wanted to drag you down with her. Why would you still speak for her? If we hadn’t arrived in time, she would have already killed you. Luckily, her cultivation is only slightly higher than yours.”

Lin Mingxi, anxious, quickly said, “Peak Master Zou, I’m not showing mercy. I’m really considering the sect. I think killing her like this is too easy and too much of a loss. Anyway, you’ve already crippled her Dantian, keep her around. She won’t be able to cause much trouble. Maybe the Demon Cultivators care about her. If they send someone to do something, wouldn’t that give us a chance to catch the Demon Cultivator?”

“Sect Master, what do the Peak Masters and Elders think should be done?” Peak Master Zou asked.

It’s a big deal when it comes to Demon Cultivators, especially since they are after the Lingxiao Secret Realm of the Lingxiao Sect. Fortunately, they didn’t succeed, otherwise who knows what would have happened.

The Lingxiao Secret Realm is the foundation of the sect and cannot be compromised.

Peak Master Zou casually glanced at the person lying on the ground with closed eyes and weak breathing. Severely injured and her Dantian crippled, she must be suffering; being able to breathe was already something.

Originally he wanted to give her a quick end, better than letting her suffer like this.

Her body was full of the frenzied power of the Demon Cultivators; she was considered wasted, a disciple with mediocre talent, who could be sacrificed.

In his heart, he didn’t believe that Yun Chen was plotting against the Lingxiao Secret Realm. She didn’t have that capability; no part of her resembled a Demon Cultivator. He suspected there was someone else behind this.

This Yun Chen was probably just a decoy set by the Demon Cultivators.

Since the Demon Cultivators are cunning, they wouldn’t be so easily caught off guard.

But this issue had to be resolved since she was his disciple; he needed to provide an explanation to the sect. When it involves Demon Cultivators, a stance must be taken.

Yun Chen previously said that she knew nothing and didn’t understand why she went to the forbidden area or why she brought Lin Mingxi with her, let alone why she suddenly attacked Lin Mingxi.

True or not, she couldn’t be let go; if there were any hidden dangers, that wouldn’t be good.

“Xi’er makes a good point,” Sect Master Yin Tianyun pondered for a moment, “How about we confine her to the Ice Peak Cliff? If the Demon Cultivators really take action, that would be ideal.”

If not, it didn’t matter. A Yun Chen with a crippled Dantian couldn’t cause much trouble. The Ice Peak Cliff would likely be her grave.

That’s a bitterly cold place where even those at the Golden Core Stage feel uncomfortable after a while.

She wouldn’t live long.

Whether Yun Chen was innocent or truly connected with the Demon Cultivators, she had to be dealt with today. There had to be a resolution for the sake of appearances, internally and externally. If not, wouldn’t it be rumored that the Lingxiao Sect harbors disciples with ties to Demon Cultivators?

Ah Chen’s consciousness had long awakened. When the commissioner’s master, Peak Master Zou, referred to her as Yun Chen, she came through, taking over this already broken body.

She was quite adept at this, as she once again gained full control over the body and didn’t feel too much discomfort.

She had managed much worse bodies; this one was at least whole, which was pretty good.

“Master, I’ll take her there.”

“After all, we are senior and junior apprentices.”

Hearing this voice, Ah Chen glanced up to see the person approaching.

It was the commissioner’s second senior brother, named Ling Kewei, someone with a charming smile, who usually got along well with the commissioner.

The commissioner was somewhat dull and even reacted a bit slower than others. She was kind and honest, unable to refuse people. Anyone who said a few nice words could easily persuade her. Previous comments about her determined eyes not showing fear were actually because she hadn’t yet reacted.

She was beautiful but somewhat rigid, lacking vitality, with an aura that didn’t quite match that of an Immortal Cultivator.

Senior Brother Ling Kewei enjoyed teasing her a lot, often praising her looks, bringing her interesting items every time he returned from a trip. Even someone as plain and honest as she would still feel her heart stir, but Ling Kewei never openly hinted at anything, and she dared not, so she could only show her affection in other ways.

There was a gap between them. Ling Kewei had a High Grade Fire Spirit Root and was Master’s most cherished disciple.

While she, with a Middle Grade Fire Wood Spirit Root, was the kind where the Wood Spirit Root overpowered the Fire Spirit Root, had no particular talent for Alchemy or Artifact Refining.

But she was not without merit; for example, she took the lead in tending to all the Spirit Plants on Spirit Fire Peak and was especially skilled in Spirit Plants.

She was quite popular.

Many people liked being near her, and as relationships deepened, if fellow disciples needed help with Spirit Plants, she found it hard to refuse.

But she still felt happy helping her close friends among the disciples, never finding it troublesome. She simply loved tinkering with these things.

Towards her second senior brother Ling Kewei, since she harbored feelings she shouldn’t have, she was even more partial in matters of Spirit Plants, always giving her utmost in tending to the Spirit Plants he needed.

There was also the first senior brother, third senior sister, little junior brother—they were all so kind to her.

So, when they needed help, how could she refuse?

Having received approval, Ling Kewei picked up the bloody person from the ground.

On the way to Ice Peak Cliff, many people accompanied them. The Law Enforcement Hall came to ensure nothing went wrong, and there were people familiar with the commissioner, wearing varied expressions, their thoughts unknown.

As they entered the bounds of Ice Peak Cliff, gusts of icy wind swept over, feeling cold to even Ling Kewei.

His skin felt painfully raw from the wind.

He looked at the person in his arms, her breathing weak, a glint of pity in his eyes.

Could she really endure this place?

And for how long?

“Are you really connected to the Demon Cultivators?” he asked.

Ah Chen slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clear, even though she looked as if she was at death’s door, her eyes held no fear or timidity.

The confusion, panic, and sadness in her eyes seemed to have vanished at some point.

“I say no, do you believe me, second senior brother?”

The wind lashed at her face, leaving it deathly pale, as if it could shatter at any moment, scattered by the wind.

Believe it or not, it didn’t matter; the commissioner would not return. The world with all its enmities and grievances had nothing to do with the commissioner anymore.

As for how many truly sincere people existed in this world, it was even less significant.

“I believe you,” Ling Kewei’s voice was soft.

Only for her to hear.

“But I’m sorry.”

He was powerless.

Demon Cultivators committed countless atrocities, hunted by everyone in the Cultivation World. Being associated with them was never a good thing.

Believing in her innocence, he still could do nothing.

Ah Chen smiled faintly: “It’s alright.”

The commissioner never blamed him.

He wasn’t the one who harmed her.

Even though he realized it was a manipulation, he still mixed a little sincerity in it.

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