My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Qi Yu looked at Su Yun calmly, and was not swayed in the slightest by Su Yun's words.

"Why did you go to such lengths to feed the Corpse God with your own soul? After sacrificing so much, have you achieved your goal?"

Su Yun lowered his eyelids slightly. Why did he choose to dismember the corpse in the first place?

In the dungeon of the Purple Qi Pavilion, he relinquished his status as a human being and chose to slay corpses to raise the Corpse God.

All for the sake of that lingering resentment and the inability to let go!

He didn't want to see Ouyang Ruoxue marry Lin Yuchen, so he chose to dismember her body.

Unrequited love has become his inner demon.

Ultimately, all he wanted was Ouyang Ruoxue!

In the end, however, he still failed to win Ouyang Ruoxue's heart.

Therefore, he chose to let the Corpse God devour his seven emotions and six desires, and fed the Corpse God his feelings for Ouyang Ruoxue as well.

He no longer has the same attachment to Ouyang Ruoxue as before, because his feelings have been completely devoured by the Corpse God.

Now, all that remains of his feelings for Ouyang Ruoxue is an obsession.

Whether it's liking, loving, or hating, he himself doesn't know; it's quite complicated.

Gradually, inner demons formed!

Qi Yu could clearly see Su Yun's inner thoughts, and was somewhat speechless. As expected, he was a seasoned simp.

His obsession with Ouyang Ruoxue had become a demon in his heart.

The best solution now is for him to sever his obsession himself, which means he should kill Ouyang Ruoxue himself.

Compared to Lin Ruoxi, Su Yun is the most suitable person to fuse with the Corpse God.

Because Su Yun's obsession had become demonic, in the eyes of the Corpse God, this was undoubtedly the best remedy.

"Where is Qi Ran?" Qi Yu asked.

Su Yun's current condition is very unstable, and Qi Yu does not intend to let Qi Ran continue to cultivate with him, so he is going to take Qi Ran away.

"Your brother has been taken away!" Upon hearing Qi Yu's question, Su Yun immediately snapped out of her thoughts.

Qi Lin? He took him away?

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Chapter Ninety-Two: Holiday

Back at Su Yue's residence, Su Yue was already up, holding the baby and gently patting the baby's back, as if she had just finished feeding the baby.

Walking over to Su Yue, Qi Yu picked up another child.

"My wife, you've worked so hard!" Qi Yu imitated Su Yue's actions, gently patting the child and speaking softly.

Su Yue turned her head, rolled her eyes, and said resentfully, "You know I'm working hard, yet you still torment me like this?"

Qi Yu coughed lightly, chuckled awkwardly, and said, "I only see you once every few days, I couldn't help myself!"

He was basically busy, first with his own problems, then with the development of Taoism, the problems with the Ziqi Pavilion, and future plans.

"What do you plan to do about the Great Yun Dynasty, my husband?" Su Yue asked.

The Dayun Dynasty has been much more peaceful lately, focusing on consolidating the territories it has conquered. Although the Dawu Dynasty repelled the Dayun Dynasty's invasion with the help of the Daqing Dynasty and Taoism, a counterattack is impossible.

The strength of the Dayun Dynasty was not just talk.

If there were Taoist support, perhaps it could have been resolved, but the problem is that there isn't.

Qi Yu's order was to return to the academy after successfully helping the Great Wu Dynasty resist.

Even without the help of the academy, the Great Qing Dynasty and the Great Wu Dynasty can still continue their offensive.

However, the price to be paid is extremely high; it's not worth it for a little bit of land.

“I don’t feel any sense of belonging to the Dayun Dynasty, but ultimately, the people I know live there. What I hate is the Li family royal family, not the Dayun Dynasty itself.”

“I could ignore the army and march straight to the capital to kill everyone in the Li family, but doing so would inevitably cause turmoil.”

"If that's the case, then let's wait and see what tricks Li Ming and Li Muchen, this cunning father and son, can pull!"

Su Yue nodded, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.

"Su Lie is getting married, to Princess Jin'an, Li Yuyan!"

Qi Yu already knew about this news, and he felt quite helpless about it.

I don't know about Li Muchen and Li Ming's other skills, but their ability to be disgusting is unmatched in the world.

Li Muchen had initially wanted to give Li Yulan to him, even if she was just a concubine.

Li Muchen believes that only family members can be trusted, and her daughter is just a pawn.

Li Yuyan was Li Yulan's older sister. Unlike Li Yulan's legitimate daughter, Li Yuyan was born to a concubine.

Li Yulan and Li Ming were both born to the former Empress Zhao. Since the eldest son of the legitimate wife was chosen over the eldest son, Li Ming and Li Yulan naturally held a higher status than the other princes and princesses.

Qi Yu thought that Li Muchen would marry Li Yulan to Su Lie, but he didn't expect it to be Li Yuyan.

"My lady, the Su family is different after all. I should still go to Su Lie's wedding!" Qi Yu said helplessly.

Su Yue and Su Lie share the same bloodline.

“That day happened to be our baby’s one-month birthday!” Su Yue said.

Qi Yu sighed helplessly. Qi Ji was taken away by Lin Ruoxi at birth, and he had been chasing after him all the way, with Su Lie being one of the obstacles.

So at Qinglong Pass, he lost an arm, and his three thousand Chilin soldiers were completely turned into ice sculptures.

The baby has reached one month old, which should be celebrated with a celebration, but given the Su family's current situation, that might be difficult.

The Su family is now under Li Muchen's control. While giving the Su family wealth and honor, he is also treating them as hostages.

"We'll hold the full moon celebration in Jiangzhou City. I'll just deliver the wedding gift to Su Lie!" Qi Yu said.

Su Yue looked at the child in her arms, a smile playing on her lips, and softly hummed in agreement.

……

After spending some time with the children with Su Yue, Qi Yu got up and went to the main peak of the back mountain to meet Su Chengying.

Su Chengying had been preparing to break through to the Quasi-Saint level, but that was not so easy.

My former teacher, the former headmaster, had broken through to the level of a near-saint, but it came at a great cost.

This is a high-stakes gamble. If you win, you will become a near-saint; if you lose, you will die and your cultivation will vanish.

Even with the experience of a former coach, it's still not that easy.

The breakthrough to the level of Quasi-Saint is not a change in true qi. In fact, the amount and purity of true qi do not change much when one breaks through to Quasi-Saint.

The will of the Gathering Spirit Quasi-Saint, which is also known as spiritual power.

The realm of a near-saint is formed by willpower, using one's own will to distort the rules within the realm.

But mental power is something ethereal and elusive, and there's no way to grasp it.

Even if you know that breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level starts with mental power, what should you do?

After all, mental energy is not like true qi or physical energy, which can be controlled, seen, or touched.

Su Chengying is only fifty-one years old this year, but his hair has already turned gray, a far cry from his spirited and youthful appearance a year ago.

"Father-in-law!" Qi Yu bowed respectfully.

Su Chengying nodded, then beckoned Qi Yu over.

Qi Yu walked up to Su Chengying, who picked up a box from the tea table next to him and handed it to Qi Yu.

"Here you go, use it well!" Su Chengying said.

Qi Yu took the box and was about to open it when Su Chengying pressed down on it, preventing Qi Yu from opening it.

"Go back and open it again. If you have time, let's play a game of chess!"

"it is good!"

In the courtyard outside the main hall, a chessboard was set up, and Qi Yu and Su Chengying sat facing each other.

Qi Yu was just about to guess who would go first, but Su Chengying took the white piece away directly, which was obviously to let Qi Yu go first.

Looking at Su Chengying's white hair and calm expression, Qi Yu said nothing more, opened the chess basket, picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

Su Chengying followed suit, picking up a white piece and placing it on the chessboard.

This chessboard is the precious chessboard that Qi Yu gave him, and the chess pieces are also the Myriad Beasts Without Borders chess pieces.

When it lands on the chessboard, the phantom image of a mythical beast will appear.

The sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard is pleasant to hear and indirectly calms the mind.

"Yu'er, you've done a great job with the affairs of Taoism, and you've also shown great foresight. You haven't let your senior brother down, and I'm very pleased!"

Su Chengying suddenly said this, and Qi Yu paused in his move. Su Chengying rarely praised him, so he was a little uncomfortable.

"Father-in-law, do you also want to follow the path of your teacher?"

Su Chengying picked up a chess piece, placed it on the chessboard, and then calmly spoke.

"I must go and see the path that my senior brother risked his life to open up!"

Why has no saint appeared in thousands of years?

Are people today inferior to those of the ancients?

No, that's not true. Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. There were outstanding figures in ancient times, and there are still outstanding figures today.

The reason why no sages have appeared, and why we are even slowly regressing, with even near-sages being subject to divine retribution, is fundamentally due to the times.

During the era of the saints, the continent was not as peaceful as it is now. Back then, monsters, ghosts, and all sorts of natural disasters raged.

However, with the end of the era of saints, most of the demons went into hiding, and the ghosts and monsters retreated to forbidden areas, and the continent fell into a period of peace.

Even though there are occasional beast tides, they are nothing compared to the era of the saints, where entire races could be wiped out at any moment.

Breaking through to the level of a sub-saint, or even a saint, is no longer about talent, but about willpower.