My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

The Arctic Ice Plains are a forbidden zone, a world of ice and snow where no living beings exist. Even a near-saint would be in danger of dying if he entered the Arctic Ice Plains.

Besides the harsh natural environment, there are also terrifying monsters lurking there.

"Why did you decide to go to the far north ice plains?" Su Yue asked.

Qi Yu looked at his hands with a solemn expression and said, "When the poison takes effect, my body becomes uncontrollable, and I will do crazy things to relieve some of the pain."

"The harsh natural environment of the far north ice plains has bred many powerful monsters. I will go there to fight, to go mad there, and I will not harm anyone."

Qi Yu discovered that self-harm could slightly alleviate some of the pain when the poison took effect.

But this is not a long-term solution. Does he have to resort to self-harm to alleviate the symptoms every time the poison flares up?

If you don't want to relieve the pain by taking datura poison again, then the only option is to fight it.

He would fight until he was covered in wounds, using this method to kick his drug addiction.

The datura flower is called the poppy on Earth, and detoxifying it is very difficult and arduous.

There is no quick fix; you just have to grit your teeth and tough it out by quitting.

Lin Ruoxi's Fallen Immortal Pill was made by using datura flowers as the main ingredient, along with other medicinal herbs.

This is a pill specifically designed for grandmasters; ordinary people will not become addicted to it.

Because if an ordinary person takes it, they will immediately explode and die, so there is no chance of becoming addicted.

Su Yue looked at the wounds on Qi Yu's body and understood what was going on.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you to come back in the South! But you have to promise me one thing!” Su Yue said.

Qi Yu nodded and said, "Tell me, I will definitely do it!"

"Whether you live or die, you must come back!"

Qi Yu nodded, his expression serious and earnest, and said, "I will definitely come back!"

"Did you not take the medicine Lin Ruoxi gave you?" Su Yue asked.

After a moment of silence, Qi Yu took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, walked up to Su Yue, lifted Su Yue's hand, and placed the porcelain bottle in her palm.

The moment Su Yue touched the porcelain bottle, she knew it was empty.

Qi Yu looked directly into Su Yue's eyes and smiled, "I am your husband, Holy Maiden! How could I possibly give in so easily? Even if I die, I will never touch it in the slightest."

Qi Yu knew that he absolutely could not touch it again, not even if it meant living a life worse than death.

Once you touch it again, there's no going back!

Su Yue was still waiting for him, not only Su Yue, but also the unborn child in her womb.

He can't be rendered useless like this!

Su Yue stared blankly at Qi Yu, then threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly.

My husband is still the same husband; he won't change himself because of these external forces.

He is stronger than anyone else!

Therefore, I feel incredibly safe and secure when I'm by his side.

"My child and I are waiting for you to come back in the South!" Su Yue said softly.

Qi Yu put his arm around Su Yue's fragrant shoulder, smelling her faint fragrance, and his mood relaxed involuntarily, but his gaze became firm.

If I can't quit, then I'll die in the far north and never come back!

In the evening, Qi Yu sat down and went straight to the top floor, where he saw the leader.

The leader sat upright on the prayer mat. When he saw Qi Yu arrive, he pointed to the prayer mat in front of him and asked Qi Yu to sit down.

Qi Yu sat down respectfully, sitting upright.

The coach looked at Qi Yu, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled with satisfaction.

Qi Yu was different now; life had returned to his eyes, no longer as dull and lifeless as they had been that morning.

And all of this is thanks to Su Yue!

Su Yue's arrival gave Qi Yu hope, and Su Yue strengthened Qi Yu's resolve.

Datura is a poison that erodes both the body and mind; it is addictive not only to the body but also to the soul.

There is no cure for this; the only way is to tough it out and force yourself to quit.

This is an incredibly tedious and painful process; without strong mental fortitude and a strong spiritual anchor, success is impossible.

Fortunately, Qi Yu still has Su Yue!

With Su Yue by Qi Yu's side, the coach can feel a little more at ease.

"Qi Yu, I will now impart to you my experience in breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level, hoping that you can avoid some detours in the future!" the sect leader said.

Qi Yu nodded and listened attentively to the instructor's explanation.

"When a martial artist breaks through to the Grandmaster level, it's a change in their true qi; their true qi becomes more refined."

"The title of 'Sub-Saint,' also known as the Spirit Gathering Master, refers to a spiritual transformation, or willpower. It has little to do with the amount or purity of one's true energy."

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Chapter 41 The place is deserted

As time went by, the head coach's health deteriorated, and he was experiencing everything that all elderly people go through.

A few days later, the instructor began to show symptoms of memory decline, often forgetting the time he was supposed to teach Qi Yu.

The age spots on the head coach's face were becoming more and more prominent; his life had indeed come to an end.

Qi Yu saw this and felt very uncomfortable.

The leader is sixty-eight years old this year, only eighteen years older than Su Chengying.

With his abilities, living to be a hundred or eighty years old wouldn't be a problem.

But in order to see the scenery of the Second Saint, he resolutely burned his life force.

Qi Yu couldn't understand it at all. Was it really worth risking his life just to see the scenery of the Gathering Spirit Saint?

If you lose your life, what's the point of reaching a high level of spiritual attainment, or even becoming a saint?

Every day, besides following the sect leader in his practice, Qi Yu would lock himself in his room, enduring the pain of the poison taking effect.

Time quickly passed to the sixth day, which was the day for the handover.

On the sixth day, the leader had already gathered all the people from the Changsheng Temple together.

"Today, in my capacity as the thirty-fifth...leader...cough cough...I hereby appoint Qi Yu...as the new...leader of Taoism!"

The leader's withered, bark-like hands took the Heavenly Dao Sword from Qin Xiu and then tremblingly handed it to Qi Yu.

Qi Yu knelt on the ground and reached out his hands to receive the Heavenly Dao Sword.

This succession was not as complicated as the last one, because the necessary steps had already been taken last time, and now all that was needed was to hand over the Heavenly Dao Sword.

Qi Yu answered calmly this time, without the complicated emotions he felt last time.

The leader helped Qi Yu up, then took Qi Yu's hand and faced the only seven disciples in the temple.

These people were all disciples who stayed behind at the Dao Temple; the others had already followed Qi Yu's arrangements and gone to the Great Qing Dynasty and the six surrounding dynasties.

Under the gaze of all the disciples, the sect leader slowly raised Qi Yu's hand that was holding the Heavenly Dao Sword.

"Greetings to the new leader!"

The seven Taoist disciples knelt down and bowed to Qi Yu.

A satisfied smile appeared on the old face of the leader, but the vitality in his body was slowly fading, and his withered eyes gradually lost their luster.

The instructor's withered hand gradually slid down, and his body fell to the side. Qin Xiu reacted quickly and caught him.

Qin Xiu supported the lifeless leader, his jaw clenched tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Qi Yu's lips were pursed, his hands were still holding up the Heavenly Dao Sword, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and tears had already overflowed from his eyes and slid down from the corners of his eyes.

This mentor, who treated him so well, even like his own son, has passed away today.

He died with a smile on his face. He had no regrets in his life because he had not wronged anyone. He left with a clear conscience.

Only soft sobs could be heard in the Dao Hall. Qi Yu held up the Heavenly Dao Sword like a statue, with large tears streaming down his face.

Su Yue stood outside the Dao Hall, her eyes slightly moist, looking at Qi Yu with tenderness.

Only she knew the true nature of Qi Yu's feelings for the leader.

Qi Yu's feelings for the leader even surpassed those for her father, Su Chengying.

Perhaps the reason the headmaster initially treated Qi Yu well was because of Su Chengying.

Later, however, the teacher's kindness towards Qi Yu was genuine and had nothing to do with others; he truly cherished Qi Yu as if he were his own son.

The passing of the headmaster will surely make her husband very sad.

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Ding-dong-ding...

On July 28th, the bell at Changsheng Temple, which had not been rung for a long time, suddenly rang out eight times.

The booming sound of the bells echoed throughout the entire capital city. At this moment, no matter who was there or what they were doing, everyone's eyes were drawn to the Changsheng Temple.

Eighth!

Someone has passed away!

Only the head of the Taoist sect could be sent off with a large bell.

The head coach... is dead?

This was everyone's first thought. Countless people were stunned and speechless. After they came to their senses, they started to discuss among themselves. Some knelt down and cried as they saw off the departing people in the direction of the Changsheng Temple, while others lowered their heads and remained silent.

Inside the Lin residence, Sun Guyuan looked in the direction of the Changsheng Temple, his expression somewhat complicated and melancholy.

He is the son of the previous leader, and the current leader is his senior brother; this is true.

He had known the leader for nearly fifty years, so he naturally knew what kind of person the leader was.