The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

"Min," the Imperial Advisor said in a detached tone.

Qingyi paused for a moment, looking bewildered, but quickly, as if she remembered something, her expression changed. She looked over hesitantly, pursed her lips, and said, "You know everything?"

"What should a teacher know?"

“Min clan, I have met a member of the same clan.”

"so what?"

Qingyi raised his head and said, "That person said that Master was an evil master who stole the fortune of the Min clan and caused the Min clan to be wiped out."

"Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. My master is the Imperial Preceptor of the current dynasty, revered by all the people. How could he do such a thing?" Qingyi shook his head.

The Imperial Advisor's lips curled into a peculiar smile: "No, you believe me. Otherwise, why would you secretly go and search through historical records?"

Qingyi's face turned pale.

"If I say it's true, what will you do, Ah Qing?" The Imperial Preceptor looked at her and said, "Will you oppose me for that person's sake?"
Qingyi didn't speak, her phoenix eyes wide open, as if she were frightened.

"answer."

"Does Master have some reason for doing this?" Qingyi looked at him and said, "Master never does anything unnecessary. You must have your reasons for doing this."

"What if it's just for personal gain? Or what if we use the destiny of this clan to exchange for peace for all living beings and for a supreme path? Ah Qing, do you think your master is right or wrong?"

The Imperial Advisor laughed and continued, "If one day we need to use the destiny of our clan to save the world, Ah Qing, what will you choose and what will you do? Is killing one person a sin, or killing one person to save ten, also a sin?"

Qingyi frowned and remained silent for a long time before asking, "So, Master destroyed the Min clan for the sake of peace and tranquility for all living beings?"

The Imperial Advisor stepped forward, reached out and loosened her disheveled bun, then tied it up again, saying, "No matter what my purpose is, whether it's for personal gain or for the common people, what can you do? My actions contradict what you believe in. Even if you're standing up for the Min family, what can you do with your current abilities?"

Qingyi's body stiffened slightly, and her lips pursed slightly.

"So, if you want to achieve the Great Dao you aspire to, and protect the Dao in your heart, your people must become stronger, at least stronger than your master. Otherwise, even if you don't agree with my way, and you stand up for the Min family, what will you use to defeat me? Tears, or words? You are far more intelligent than your peers; you will understand what I mean." The Grand Preceptor smiled, fixed his hair with a hairpin, took the array plate from her hand, and gracefully departed.

Only when you become someone with the power to set the rules do you have the right to discuss your own path!
His words drifted on the wind.

As the Imperial Preceptor said, Qingyi was far more intelligent than her peers. Although he said a lot, she finally came to the conclusion that what Min Qingfeng said was true. Regardless of her master's original intention, the fact remained that the Min clan was wiped out because of him.

What about Min Qingfeng?

Although Qingyi had already foreseen his fate, she still secretly went to Fengjun's territory to find out what was going on.

Upon hearing from the ghost general that the child had returned, Fengya raised an eyebrow, flashed to Qingyi's side, and looked at the melancholy in the girl's eyes. He said, "Since ancient times, good and evil have not been opposed. You are a righteous Taoist Celestial Master, freely entering and leaving my Yin Netherworld. Is this a provocation, or are you truly not afraid of death?"

"Where is Min Qingfeng?"

"You ask me what I want to confirm?" Fengya lazily reclined on the couch, giving her a wicked look. "Didn't you already know what was going on when you came here?"

Qingyi's heart sank, and he stood rooted to the spot.

Fengya looked at her with a stern face. She wasn't about to cry, but her expression wasn't very pleasant.

He didn't say anything or do anything to her, but slowly used a spoon to stir the incense ash in the stove next to him.

Unexpectedly, the other person also sat on the couch, on the other side of the small table, and casually picked up an incense press to flatten the incense ash that he had been stirring.

"So overly familiar!" Feng Ya's eyelids twitched, and he laughed in exasperation: "You really aren't afraid of death?"

He suddenly forced out a wisp of ghostly energy and thrust it forward, the energy transforming into a feathered arrow, chilling to the bone and sharp as a knife.

hum.

A surge of righteous energy erupted from Qingyi's body, burning fiercely like a ball of fire, incinerating the Netherworld Feather Arrow.

First round.

Fengya's dark, deep eyes lit up, and he made a second move, this time an ice seal. He used the energy of the underworld to turn into ice, freezing the entire space. The child, however, showed no fear in his eyes, but rather excitement.

She calmly made hand seals, mobilizing the five elements to extract the icy water vapor formed from the Netherworld energy of Fengya, creating a small whirlwind with what sounded like thunder in the wind, followed by a soft "poof".

A real flame erupted from her hand and she flicked it around, even onto Fengya's body.

Thunderbolt.

This is fire in water, possessing the speed of lightning and the power of galloping iron horses. Once this fire is unleashed, solid ice melts into water, and waves of heat surge forth.

Fengya's eyes darkened slightly, and the power of the netherworld aimed directly at her soul.

With a thought, the little child used his inner energy to form a shield to protect his soul, quickly chanted an incantation, and his body burst out with golden light, striking the power of the netherworld.

Both of them took two steps back and exchanged a glance.

Still fighting?

never mind!

Silence.

The two sat back down on the tatami mat, remaining silent for a moment, yet without feeling awkward.

Fengya himself was amused by the atmosphere. It was only their second meeting, yet he didn't feel awkward or unfamiliar at all. He couldn't help but glance at the little girl again.

At this moment, the little girl's eyes were vacant, and there was a trace of confusion on her face that belonged to her age. She said to herself, "What Min Qingfeng said is true. My master was indeed the culprit who caused the extermination of his clan."

"Oh? How could your master, a heretic, have produced such a righteous disciple like you?"

“He’s not a heretic,” Qingyi immediately defended, “You said it yourself, how could a heretic teach someone like me? He’s not. He must have his reasons.”

"Oh," Fengya said with a half-smile, "but the way you're trying to justify yourself sounds a bit guilty."

Qingyi lowered his head: "I can't understand. What kind of hardship would require the extermination of an entire clan? Master is highly skilled in magic and revered by all people. What kind of hardship is so difficult that he can't even protect the last remaining heir of the Min clan?"

This was what confused and puzzled her. Her master was no ordinary person. Even if he needed to do something for the clan and really wanted to preserve some of the bloodline, he would always find a way.

But the truth is, the Min clan was wiped out!
Fengya said, "You're not some naive child who doesn't understand the ways of the world. Since you've thought of it, why bother getting hung up on the truth? Even if the truth were right in front of you, what could you do? Kid, strength is the only thing that matters. Your strength is the foundation for deciding which path you want to take in the future! Even if you want to overturn your master's table, you'll need to be stronger than him first. Otherwise, just be a deaf and blind old man!"

“You’re right, then let’s cultivate together!” Qing Yi suddenly blurted out.

Fengya: "?"

Ghost General: Pfft! (End of Chapter)