The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Something's not right with Master. When did she begin to have this realization? It seems that ever since she met Fengya and saw Min Qingfeng, a seed of distrust has been planted in her heart. This seed has started to sprout and grow little by little as she gets older.

After she established her foundation, the bud finally sprouted leaves.

Master said not to easily trust anyone, including him. Qingyi felt a strange feeling arise for no reason, a feeling that was strange and also mixed with a hint of eeriness.

He is never one to speak without reason.

Qingyi thought about it alone for a long time, then concealed her presence and went to find Fengya. Compared to others, Fengya made her feel more at ease and she could entrust her with his life.

When Qingyi revealed her purpose, Fengya paused for a moment, then glared at her: "Do you know what this means? I've planted my soul consciousness deep within your soul. If I harbor any ill intentions, you will surely die by my hand."

Qingyi said, "My master said not to easily trust anyone, including him. But I think that there should always be someone you can trust in your life. It would be a blessing to have someone you can entrust your life to. And among all the people I know, you are the only one."

Feng Ya's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned disdain and said, "Trying to flatter me and think I'm a good person? You're getting dumber as you grow up. You're supposed to be at the Foundation Establishment stage? You're just increasing your cultivation without developing your brain. In terms of trust, I'm not as trustworthy as your master who raised you. We've only known each other for two or three years, yet you're entrusting me with such an important matter. If word gets out, who won't laugh at you?"

"Enough with the nonsense, are you going to do it or not?"

"Tell me the truth, what are you planning to do? What happened between you and your master? Did you develop a rift?" Fengya said. "Even he doesn't trust you and is so wary of you. What are you hiding, or what are you planning?"

Something flashed through his mind, and he said, "What, you finally realize your master is two-faced and have become wary? Are you planning to betray your sect and rebel against him?"

Qingyi rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't overthink it. Even if we, master and disciple, go our separate ways, it's just that we have different paths and different views. It's not as serious as betraying our sect."

To betray her master, she must one day find that her master's actions have crossed her bottom line.

She can accept differing opinions, but she cannot accept anything that crosses her bottom line.

"That is?"

“I once used the Great Divination Method to predict the fate of the nation, and the hexagram was not very good; the country was in turmoil,” Qingyi said. “And this hexagram is subtly connected to me.”

Fengya frowned: "A sorcerer calculates others but not themselves, how could you..."

“Yes, that’s why I didn’t continue calculating. But this interconnectedness is enough.” Qing Yi’s phoenix eyes shone brightly as she said, “I have a bad feeling. It’s an instinctive sense of danger.”

Fengya's face darkened.

What kind of danger could make her so cautious and careful, even going so far as to ask him to scan her soul? It must be something that threatens her life.

Fengya didn't say that Qingyi was worrying unnecessarily. Humans have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, let alone cultivators. Moreover, she is a Foundation Establishment expert, so it is perfectly normal for her to have such a sense of danger.

“I don’t know where this turmoil is coming from, nor do I know whether it is the will of Heaven or man-made. I asked you to give me a soul consciousness just in case, if one day…” Qingyi paused, wondering if she would ask him to save her if she really encountered such a life-or-death danger.
He has already cultivated into a ghost immortal. If he continues to cultivate diligently, he may gain great merit and enter the underworld, where he may become an emperor.

Why meddle in human affairs and risk divine punishment?

That's it.

Qingyi smiled and said, "Maybe I'm worrying unnecessarily. Never mind."

When Fengya saw that she had withdrawn her intention, he knew that she was afraid of implicating him, so he said, "As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Even a Taoist priest who fights to the death will keep a trump card for himself. It's normal for you to have this awareness. Since you dared to come to me and entrust yourself to me, how could I let you leave empty-handed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, he forced out a wisp of his divine sense to pierce her soul. Qingyi instinctively defended herself, her entire soul's Daoist aura forming a protective shield, repelling the attack from Fengya.

Fengya's divine sense was attacked by her and almost suffered a complete backlash. He couldn't help but grab her hand and glare at her.

Qingyi: "..."

The wisp of divine consciousness had already entered her, so she had no choice but to relax completely, make a hand seal, and press it down on her forehead and between her eyebrows, guiding the wisp of divine consciousness into her soul and hiding it in the deepest part.

Done.

The two looked at each other.

"Now we are intertwined, Lord Fengjun. If we become rich and powerful, let us not forget each other!" Qingyi winked at him, pretending to be cheerful.

Fengya sneered: "You're in such a hurry to establish your foundation, is it to keep this as a backup plan?"

If she is not strong enough, and Fengya is a wicked person, he can control her soul and eventually devour her. Only if she is strong enough can she suppress it.

This wisp of divine consciousness, if necessary, could allow Fengya to detect her situation in time and arrive, perhaps even saving her life.

Qingyi did this only to ensure everything was perfect, as he said, to leave himself a backup plan, a glimmer of hope.

Later, it turned out she was right.

She deduced that the fate of the nation was closely related to her own, but she never expected that someone would link her to the fate of the nation, and even less did she expect that someone would be so ruthless as to use the people of an entire city as a trap in order to lure her into it.

From ordinary earthquakes to droughts and floods, and then to the so-called failure of the Dragon-Binding Array, which triggered a violent rage of earth veins, she was tasked with filling the array's core, saving the people of a city, and accumulating immense merit.

It was all deliberate, a scheme set up against her. The goal was to take advantage of her weakened state, weakened spirit, capture her, imprison her in the main tomb of the imperial mausoleum, and use her as a sacrifice to nourish the dragon vein, improve the nation's fortune, and achieve true great merit.

It is closely related to the fate of the nation; that was originally used here.

Qingyi knelt on the altar, looking at the man who was both her teacher and father, and asked, "Master, is this the scheme you've been planning your whole life?"

He raised her, taught her skills, watched her grow into the person he was most satisfied with, and then slaughtered her. So, from the very beginning, he wore a false mask?
What did the Imperial Advisor say?
He said, "When I ascend to the throne, you will become my most valued and proudest divine servant."

Therefore, it's all fake.

That's it.

She didn't speak again, watching him complete the closing loop of the grand formation step by step, and then watching him leave. Just as the main tomb door closed, she called out to him, "Master, I owe you nothing for the more than ten years of your guidance and teaching. Today, your disciple Qingyi bids farewell to you!"

The Imperial Advisor did not turn back.

Today I bid farewell to my master; tomorrow, I will be an avenger.

Qingyi watched the heavy tomb door close, then tugged at the rune-inscribed black stone chains binding him. Looking down at the black stone altar beneath him, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He murmured, "Master, you still have one lesson to teach: 'Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life.' However, this disciple can learn it without a teacher..." (End of Chapter)