My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Rumble!

Lightning occasionally streaks across the sky, bringing brief moments of light to the dark world, followed only by a deafening, lingering roar.

With such heavy rain, it's impossible to go to Aunt Li's house to teach Erhu to read tonight.

Because the river has risen, that log bridge is no longer safe, and it may have already been submerged.

Su Yue left in the evening, and according to her, she probably won't be coming back.

Qi Yu was still somewhat disappointed, because he seemed to have developed some special feelings for this woman.

However, before leaving, he didn't try to stop Su Yue from staying.

He had no reason to stop her, and he wasn't even sure if he really liked Su Yue.

Anyway, I just have a good feeling about it!

With a sigh, Qi Yu got up from the wooden planks under the eaves, brushed the raindrops off his clothes, went into the house, and lit an oil lamp.

On such a stormy night, with only my shadow for company, a sense of loneliness welled up from the bottom of my heart.

With nothing to do, Qi Yu could only boil water for a bath and prepare for bed, even though it was only around 7 p.m.

To Qi Yu's dismay, there was no firewood left outside the kitchen, meaning he would have to brave the rain to go to the woodshed to fetch some.

With a sigh, Qi Yu walked out of the kitchen and headed to the woodshed.

But as Qi Yu stepped out of the hall and into the rain, preparing to go to the woodshed, he saw that the gate to his courtyard was wide open.

He clearly remembered that he had locked the door after Su Yue left!

Qi Yu frowned and prepared to lock the courtyard gate, but as soon as he left, the oil lamp in the house behind him went out, plunging the entire courtyard into darkness.

Rumble!

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, bringing a brief moment of light. Qi Yu, taking advantage of this brief glimmer of light, looked up at the roof of the courtyard.

On the very top of the roof beam stood a person. Although his face was not clearly visible, judging from his figure, he was a man, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand.

Qi Yu frowned and asked, "Who's standing on the roof? Do you know how dangerous it is to stand on a roof during a thunderstorm?"

Standing on the roof with metal objects during a thunderstorm? Has this guy's brain been damaged by a door?

Even elementary school students know not to take shelter under trees when it rains and to avoid running to higher places, but this guy actually stood on the roof.

"You don't need to know who I am. You're going to die soon anyway, so knowing my name is meaningless!" A sinister voice echoed in the rain.

Kill yourself?

Whom have I offended?

"Do we have a grudge?" Qi Yu asked, frowning.

"There's no grudge between us!"

"Then why kill me?"

"Because your appearance is quite good-looking!"

Skin?

He wants his own skin? Is this guy a demon? He'll even skin him alive!

Qi Yu was speechless. Was he about to die?

It's better to die than to go back. Although the greater possibility is that I'm completely and utterly finished, there's no point in living like this!

"Just stand still and don't move. It would be such a waste if I accidentally scratched your beautiful face!"

As the man on the rooftop spoke, he slowly raised the scimitar in his hand. Qi Yu was surprised to find that the blade was actually glowing. He used the light to look at the assassin's face.

A young man with a scar running across his entire cheek looked extremely ferocious and terrifying. Under the dim light, he looked even more like a demon.

So ugly, no wonder they had to skin people alive!

"Brother, if you're going to kill me, could you please come down here and do it? You're standing on the roof holding that metal weapon; you're likely to get struck by lightning!" Qi Yu warned.

"Me, struck by lightning? Kid, do you think you're a god? You think you can just say I'll get struck by lightning and expect me to? I'm not..."

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky and hit the scimitar in his hand.

A plume of black smoke rose from the scarred youth's head, then rolled off the roof and crashed heavily into the yard.

Bang!

Qi Yu looked at the charred, scarred youth and blinked. Had his mouth been blessed? It was just a casual remark!

Even if you stand on a high place with an iron object, you're not guaranteed to be struck by lightning. Is it just good luck, or is this guy just unlucky?

Qi Yu wiped the rain off his face and walked over to the scarred youth. The youth was charred black, but he was still writhing and twitching; he was not dead.

"I've told you before, don't stand on high places with metal objects in the rain, and definitely don't hold metal objects up high, but you just won't listen!" Qi Yu sighed.

The scarred youth was charred black and still bleeding. Hearing Qi Yu's words, his eyes flickered, and he looked at Qi Yu, weakly asking:

"Who exactly are you? Are you from Qingyun Academy?"

Only Confucianists can make their words come true.

Could this scholar be a disciple of Confucianism?

Otherwise, there's no way to explain my current situation!

He had carried out missions in the rain before, but he had never been struck by lightning.

But after this guy said he would be struck by lightning, he actually did it and got struck by lightning.

Qi Yu didn't know anything about Qingyun Academy, so he couldn't answer.

This guy being struck by lightning was purely an accident.

The problem now is how to deal with this guy!

It seems the only option is to tie him up and send him to the authorities tomorrow!

Qi Yu found a rope used for tying firewood in the woodshed, tied up the scarred youth, and threw him into the woodshed.

Tonight, he'll serve those rat-like concubines and cockroach-like concubines, and tomorrow morning he'll be sent to the authorities!

After boiling water, Qi Yu took a shower, changed out of his wet clothes, and prepared to go to sleep.

But as soon as he stepped into the inner room, he sensed something was wrong. There were shadowy figures moving outside the window, and there was another one inside the room.

Qi Yu was speechless. Why did they have to go to such lengths to kill him when he was just a nobody?

With their skills, I have absolutely no chance of surviving!

That scarred young man was just struck by lightning.

With a sigh, Qi Yu, who had ignored the candle earlier, blew it out and lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.

What's meant to be will be; if it's meant to be, you can't escape it. Maybe they're just passing by?

That's what he thought, but Qi Yu gripped the kitchen knife under his pillow tightly; sitting and waiting to die was out of the question.

Qi Yu waited until midnight, but no one came in to kill him, which puzzled him greatly.

Although there were noises outside, they did not affect them.

Was I really just passing by?

Qi Yu waited until dawn, but no one came in. Finally, he got up, grabbed a kitchen knife, and went out of the house.

The courtyard was a mess; the stone table had fallen over, and the ground was full of potholes, as if it had been cut open by something.

When they arrived at the woodshed, the scarred young man inside was indeed gone.

Qi Yu frowned, then hurriedly opened the courtyard gate, wanting to go out and take a look.

But as soon as the door opened, a beautiful figure slumped down inside, leaning against her own legs.

Qi Yu was startled, and his expression changed drastically when he saw who it was.

Su Yue!

Moreover, her shoulder was covered in blood, staining her clothes red, clearly indicating that it had been cut open by a sharp weapon.

Qi Yu realized what was happening, squatted down, picked Su Yue up in his arms, and carried her back into the house.

After laying Su Yue down on the bed, Qi Yu took the medicine box left by his sister-in-law and began to treat Su Yue's wounds.

Qi Yu gently cut off the clothes on Su Yue's shoulder to reveal the wound, but when he saw the wound, he couldn't help but gasp.

The wound is very deep, almost running through the entire left shoulder.

Logically speaking, Su Yue should have bled to death from such a wound long ago, but she didn't.

The wound was deep and wide, clearly caused by a sword stab.

Qi Yu cannot treat this kind of wound; it can only be treated by a professional doctor.

After barely managing to stop Su Yue's bleeding, Qi Yu picked her up and rushed out of the courtyard, heading towards Jiangzhou City.

Jiangting Village is about 5 to 6 kilometers away from Jiangzhou City. It usually takes about half an hour to walk there.

Qi Yu ran, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid causing Su Yue further injury. By the time they found the doctor, it was almost an hour later, and the sun had already risen.

Qi Yu arrived at just the right time, as the clinic had just opened.

When the waiter saw Qi Yu carrying a blood-soaked person over, he understood what had happened and hurriedly went to fetch a doctor.

Soon a white-haired doctor came out. Seeing Su Yue's condition, he hurriedly gestured for Qi Yu to take her inside.

Qi Yu placed Su Yue on a hospital bed, then looked at the white-haired old man and said, "Doctor, he is seriously injured. Please take a look quickly!"

Mu Fengchun sat down by the bed with his medicine box, then untied the cotton cloth that Qi Yu had tied to stop the bleeding. The two-finger-wide wound was peeling open, bleeding profusely.

Mu Fengchun could tell at a glance that this was caused by internal energy, which was why the wound could not close.

If it were another doctor, they might just have to watch helplessly.

But he's different. Even though he's a doctor, he's also a martial artist, and he possesses true qi.

"You go out first!" Mu Fengchun turned his head and said this to Qi Yu, then looked at the waiter at the door and said, "Go and prepare some warm water, candles, strong liquor and cotton thread!"

The waiter nodded, turned and left to get the items. Qi Yu glanced at Su Yue, then turned and left as well.