My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

But this woman flew past him, and Qi Yu couldn't see her face, which could only mean one thing.

This woman...is stronger than him!

brush!

The graceful figure flashed by, snatching the child away at the last second, saving the child by the narrowest of margins.

The carriage continued forward for about five or six zhang (approximately 10-15 meters) due to inertia before coming to a stop. Immediately afterwards, a servant got off and kept apologizing to the woman with the child.

The woman simply shook her head, then spoke a few words to the child. Only after the two children had left did she look at Qi Yu.

Qi Yu also looked at the woman. She was extremely beautiful, with skin as smooth as cream, and a pair of phoenix eyes as clear as autumn water, without a trace of impurity.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back. She wore no hair ornaments, only a tassel, giving her an ethereal and fairy-like appearance.

She wore a light blue gauze dress, simple yet elegant, with delicate plum blossom makeup on her exquisite face and a touch of vermilion between her brows.

This woman is no less beautiful than Princess Li Yulan, and her temperament is similar to Qin Xiyao's, somewhat aloof.

After examining the woman for a moment, Qi Yu bowed to her.

Ouyang Ruoxue did not react, but looked at Qi Yu calmly.

Is this guy really Wen Zun Qi Yu?

So weak!

"Your name is Qi Yu, right?"

When Ouyang Ruoxue spoke, her voice was as clear and melodious as a nightingale's, like pearls falling onto a plate, but her tone was somewhat indifferent, as if she were looking down from a high place.

Qi Yu didn't like this tone, and the woman was being incredibly rude.

Although he doesn't usually care much about such formalities, I bowed to him the first time we met. Even if you don't return the bow, you shouldn't talk to yourself in this tone!

Respect is mutual, and Ouyang Ruoxue's tone and demeanor made Qi Yu feel no respect whatsoever.

Qi Yu lowered his hand, straightened his head, and nodded.

"it's me!"

She's quite pretty, but she's incredibly rude. She doesn't even know the most basic manners. Qi Yu's opinion of her has plummeted.

You may be aloof, but you should still be polite!

Qin Xiyao is quite aloof, but at least she will return the courtesy when I bow to her.

"I'm looking for Dongfang Mengyue, where is she?" Ouyang Ruoxue asked coldly.

Oriental Dream Moon?

Qi Yu frowned; he didn't recognize this person!

"Who is Dongfang Mengyue? I don't know her!" Qi Yu asked, frowning.

Ouyang Ruoxue stared at Qi Yu's changing facial expressions, then narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly. Did she really not know?

He really doesn't know Dongfang Mengyue!

“The Holy Maiden of the Blood God Sect—Dongfang Mengyue, the only daughter of the sect leader Dongfang Wuying!” Ouyang Ruoxue said calmly.

Blood God Cult's Holy Maiden?

Qi Yu became interested; he had heard of this name a long time ago.

Moreover, in the past few days, people have been comparing themselves to this holy maiden of the demonic sect.

Out of curiosity, he inquired with two Confucian scholars and, to his surprise, they were quite impressive.

At eighteen, one becomes a first-rank master; at nineteen, a grandmaster; and at twenty, one achieves the Dao!

A beautiful figure involuntarily surfaced in Qi Yu's mind—the figure in a long purple-red dress outside the capital city on the day he killed Song Yuntao.

I always feel that my figure is somewhat similar to my wife's!

Seeing Qi Yu frowning and deep in thought, Ouyang Ruoxue's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't. She opened the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, held it up, and walked into an alley.

After Ouyang Ruoxue left, Qi Yu also recovered from his thoughts.

Blood God Cult's Holy Maiden!

Only daughter?

With a sigh, Qi Yu turned around and walked into the paper umbrella shop next door.

Qi Yu picked one at random and headed towards the city gate.

Once outside the city gate, Qi Yu used his true energy, which greatly increased his speed. In just a few flashes, he could already see Jiangting Village.

It took less than ten breaths in total!

Qi Yu opened his umbrella and walked into Jiangting Village, heading towards his home.

Ten minutes later, Qi Yu returned, put away the umbrella, tapped on the stone steps at the gate to shake off the snow, and then opened the courtyard gate.

Su Yue was sitting in the hall doing needlework when she saw Qi Yu return. She smiled, put down her needle and thread, and got up to go to the door.

He took the paper umbrella from Qi Yu and put it into the bamboo tube next to the gate.

Seeing the snowflakes that hadn't melted on Qi Yu's shoulders and hair, Su Yue reached out her fair, delicate hand and brushed the snowflakes off Qi Yu.

"Husband, are you hungry? I'll go cook right away!"

Looking at Su Yue, who was so close to him, Qi Yu smiled and reached out to pull her into his arms.

It feels so good to come back and have someone care about you!

"Husband?"

Su Yue leaned against Qi Yu's chest and called out softly in confusion.

Qi Yu, holding Su Yue, said, "I went to the city and met a woman in a blue and white light gauze dress. Judging from her style of dress, she should be from the south."

Upon hearing this, Su Yue's breath hitched slightly. Combining the information her older brother had given her, a figure automatically appeared in her mind, matching the description.

Ouyang Ruoxue!

That woman came looking for her husband?

"She asked me if I had ever met Dongfang Mengyue, the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Sect. It felt a bit strange!"

Su Yue's face was a little pale, but she quickly recovered and gripped Qi Yu's shirt with a little more force.

"And what was your answer, my husband?"

"I'm telling the truth!"

Su Yue's body stiffened, and a look of struggle appeared in her eyes.

Should we confess now?

Will my husband forgive me if I confess? After all, I've been lying to him for so long!

Moreover, her husband should have already guessed it, although she doesn't know to what extent.

"My husband...actually I..."

Just as Su Yue was about to confess, Qi Yu spoke first.

"I don't know any Blood God Cult Saintess at all. That's all I said, and then that woman turned around and left without even saying goodbye. She really has no manners whatsoever!"

Su Yue opened her mouth slightly, looked up at Qi Yu, and said in a hoarse voice, "Um, husband, actually I am a demonic cultivator!"

"I knew it! I guessed it long ago!" Qi Yu nodded calmly.

"Aren't you afraid?" Su Yue asked in surprise.

Qi Yu hugged Su Yue even tighter and chuckled.

"What's there to be afraid of? Even if you told me you were actually a fox in disguise, I wouldn't be scared!"

“I’m not a fox, but I…” Su Yue hesitated.

Qi Yu stared wide-eyed, waiting for Su Yue to continue.

He guessed that Su Yue was probably a demonic cultivator, but he didn't extend the line to the Blood God Cult's Holy Maiden.

Putting aside the fact that the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult is an only child, Qi Yu felt that Su Yue couldn't possibly be the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult just because she is a Grandmaster.

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Chapter 139 Lies

Qi Yu did not doubt that Su Yue was the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult, because Su Yue's body was very flexible and she could be cut and bleed by ordinary sharp weapons.

After becoming a first-rank master, Qi Yu could feel his body becoming increasingly powerful under the tempering of true qi, and at the same time, he understood the power of a grandmaster.

If Su Yue is a grandmaster, her physical fitness should be very strong, at the very least she wouldn't be injured by things like broken pottery jars or embroidery needles.

But the truth is that Su Yue will be stabbed!

Because of this, Qi Yu suppressed the idea that had crossed his mind countless times.

Su Yue's body was very soft and weak, unlike that of a grandmaster!

Su Yue parted her red lips slightly, looking into Qi Yu's clear and sincere eyes, feeling a little flustered and guilty.

I should have been honest with Qi Yu back then!

"Actually, I am Dongfang Mengyue, the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult..." Su Yue parted her red lips slightly, looked into Qi Yu's eyes, and prepared to tell the truth.

But when Su Yue saw Qi Yu raise his eyebrows slightly and his expression become somewhat strange after hearing those words, her heart skipped a beat and she felt a little flustered. She then spoke.

"Junior sister! Dongfang Mengyue is my senior sister!"

After saying that, Su Yue didn't dare to look Qi Yu in the eye. She had lied again. She really was a terrible woman!

Qi Yu blinked, then exhaled, affectionately pinched Su Yue's nose, and said in a reproachful tone, "Don't pause when you talk! You startled me!"

Su Yue's eyelids drooped slightly, her mood somewhat complicated, with a hint of disappointment. It turned out that it really could be frightening!

Su Yue quickly composed herself, a smile appearing on her lips, and said, "Husband, you really think I'm the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult!"

“That’s what I used to think!” Qi Yu paused, then gently licked Su Yue’s forehead and smiled. “But if you really are the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult, then a year ago I was just a poor, down-on-his-luck scholar.”

"How could a proud daughter of heaven like the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Sect possibly marry a poor, uneducated scholar like me? There are plenty of people more capable and powerful than me!"