I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

"..."

The Sixth Elder retorted, "Song Yao... although she is undoubtedly involved in this matter, if we really want to blame someone, Ye Chang'an is the real culprit."

"If he were truly devoted to Tangtang, none of these things would have happened."

"He was beaten to a pulp by Tangtang, yet he still has the nerve to go back and complain. Now that he's married to the Holy Maiden of the Northern Shaking Sect, his future is limitless. I wonder how Tangtang is doing in the Wen family."

She grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, while Jiang Jin stammered from the side, "We can't entirely blame Senior Ye, can we? Perhaps Song Yao used some underhanded methods..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he felt the Sixth Elder's sharp gaze and swallowed his words back.

He turned and glanced at the silent Song Yao, trying to cover his embarrassment, and asked, "Junior Sister Lin, why aren't you saying anything?"

Song Yao lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes.

She had been wondering before that the later plot deviations might be because she had accidentally interfered, but how could the earlier plot have also become so distorted?

In the book, Ye Chang'an went back to apologize to his fifth junior sister. Although she did not immediately agree, she was entangled with him in an ambiguous relationship for a long time. In the end, she fell in love with Jiang Jin, and the matter was finally dropped.

Not only did Fifth Junior Sister not agree to his request, she beat him up and went back to the Wen family.

The fact that the Wen family members have now broken into the forbidden area and tried to kill the Second Senior Sister is entirely outside the main plot.

She knew her fifth junior sister well; the girl was bright and cheerful, always with her eyes crinkling, and said she liked everyone in the Nine Saints Hall.

Every time he enters the demon realm or encounters danger, he tries to protect everyone in front of him.

She always caused trouble and did bad things, and the fifth junior sister knelt down even faster than her, begging the elder master to let her go.

Such a good girl, even if she turns evil, he will only hate her and will never allow the Wen family to attack the Nine Saints Hall.

The only possibility is that something happened to Fifth Junior Sister.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense. The Sixth Elder reached out and rubbed Song Yao's head: "Were you frightened? You were hit quite hard just now. Go back and rest well. Don't spread today's events for now. We will find a way to investigate and find out the truth."

Song Yao snapped out of her daze: "Then Second Senior Sister..."

Sixth Elder: "Ah Zhao is not in immediate danger. There is a barrier on the main peak, so let her rest there. Take good care of her. I will come to heal her every day."

Jiang Jin quickly replied, "Sixth Elder, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of Second Senior Sister."

-

The courtyard has only two rooms.

There was a furnace and cauldron in the room, and Qi-replenishing pills were piled up everywhere, leaving no room to even put your foot down.

The other room is the bedroom.

In late spring and early summer, when the wind blows, it gets so cold on the main peak that you can wrap yourself in a quilt.

Considering that her weak body might die if she stayed out in the cold all night, Song Yao had no choice but to share a room with Zhu Zhao.

The room was quiet. Song Yao took a thick quilt and placed it in the corner, curled up into a ball, and spread out the Dan Shu (a type of ancient Chinese book) to lull herself to sleep.

Just as he yawned, Zhu Zhao suddenly sat up on the bed not far away.

Moonlight streamed obliquely through the window, revealing her in a white nightgown, her black hair flowing over her shoulders, her face pale, and her dark eyes fixed intently on her.

Song Yao: "!!"

It's a ghost.

Her drowsiness was instantly dispelled by the fright. Before she could react, Zhu Zhao was already standing barefoot in front of her.

He reached out, grabbed her collar, and pulled her straight out of the blanket.

Song Yao: "......"

After struggling for a couple of minutes to no avail, she waved her hand in front of Zhu Zhao's eyes and tentatively asked, "Second, Second Senior Sister, are you feeling unwell? If not, should I go find Sixth Elder?"

Zhu Zhao didn't say anything, but picked up the Biyue Sword that was leaning against the table and threw it into Song Yao's arms.

The hard scabbard struck Song Yao's chest, making him feel a tightness. Zhu Zhao's voice was icy cold in his ear: "Didn't you want to fight me? Make your move."

Song Yao's heart skipped a beat.

Zhu Zhao often said these words to her in her past life, could it be...?

When she looked up again, her second senior sister's eyes were clouded in the night, as if she didn't recognize her, but rather as if she was having a nightmare due to the lingering effects of the poison.

Why am I always fighting with her in my nightmares?

Just how strong is his obsession?

Song Yao scrunched up her face like a bun, reminding her, "Second Senior Sister, I am Lin Mu, a pill cultivator, I don't fight."

Zhu Zhao's hand loosened, and his movements clearly paused.

Song Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

We can still communicate; it's easy to talk things over.

I was just about to sneak away, but I hadn't even moved yet.

—The hand gripping the collar suddenly tightened again.

Zhu Zhao's eyes flashed with a fierce rage, tinged with an unspeakable obsession. He lifted her up roughly and slammed her against the wall with a thud: "Who gave you permission to die? If you're going to die, you'll die by my hand!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and slashed at her with a fierce palm strike.

Ignoring the pain in her back, Song Yao gasped for breath.

No.

This madman is serious!

She said she hated Zhu Zhao!

The Azure Water Sword flew up, barely managing to block the incoming palm strike.

Song Yao struggled free with all her might, and with a mournful face, she ran into the yard.

Zhu Zhao relentlessly pursued him, and even though he was poisoned, he was still as fast as lightning.

Song Yao was still clutching the alchemical book. She had almost been caught several times and was on the verge of tears as she ran away.

Isn't she a pill refiner?

Didn't she want to be an ordinary person?

Why are they still being hunted down and killed?

Just as Song Yao was contemplating whether to jump off a cliff to survive like in her previous life, a loud "bang" sounded behind her.

Zhu Zhao fell straight to the ground and fainted.

Song Yao didn't dare to slack off. She ran a few more steps, leaned against a tree, and panted as she observed her.

After confirming that she wouldn't come back to life, he carefully walked over, squatted down, poked her head, and dragged her into the room.

After much effort, Song Yao got the person onto the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she rummaged through the talismans in her mustard seed bag, thinking about what she could use to immobilize Zhu Zhao.

If she suddenly gets up at night to fight with him, given her sleep quality, she might as well just die.

The talismans are quite expensive; most of them were given to me by He Yu before.

Hesitant and unwilling to use any of them, just as she was struggling with this dilemma, a pale, cold hand suddenly reached out from behind her, grabbed her wrist, and gripped it so tightly that it almost dug into her flesh.

Song Yao's heart skipped a beat.

Again?

She instinctively reached for the Azure Water Sword, but when she turned her head to look, Zhu Zhao was still lying down and showed no intention of fighting her.

Only cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his eyes were half-closed, and his voice was hoarse as he stammered, "Song Yao, can you please not go to the Underworld?"

Song Yao: "......"

The cold wind in the courtyard was refreshing.

After settling Zhu Zhao in, Song Yao wandered around outside before returning to her corner, lying down, curling up, and going to sleep.

She didn't expect Zhu Zhao to say that.

Zhu Zhao had always hated her, loathed her to the extreme, and wished he could get rid of her as soon as possible.

Now Zhu Zhao says, "Can you please not go to the Earthly Realm?"

Reluctant to part with her, a formidable opponent?

That's really rare.

Song Yao forced a smile, her mind a jumbled mess.

I don't understand.

I really don't understand these people.