My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

When did the rift begin between me and Su Yue?

It should start from when I succeeded as head coach!

Su Yue was no longer the only person in his life.

……

After the sun had fully risen, Qi Yu, alone, carrying a basket, headed to Nanshan.

On the mountainside of Nanshan, there are two graves, which are the grazing sites of Qi Yu's parents.

Last year, due to some matters, I did not come to sweep the grave, and the grave has been overgrown with weeds.

Qi Yu took out offerings and incense from the basket, arranged them, lit them, and then began to clear the weeds from the grave.

The weeds were very dense, and Qi Yu, holding a sickle, carefully cleared the grave bit by bit.

With his strength, he could have easily wiped out these weeds with a single thought, but Qi Yu still felt it was better to remove them by hand.

As the sun continued to move westward, Qi Yu quickly finished clearing away the weeds and sat down again in front of the grave.

Qi Yu smiled as he looked at the epitaph on the tombstone.

This was written by the village elder. The funeral expenses were paid by Uncle Li's family and several uncles in the village.

The Qi family, like other villagers in Jiangting Village, had nothing particularly outstanding about them.

They were farmers for generations, with no distinguished background.

The only thing that makes sense is the genes; they are truly excellent.

Qi Lin was also a handsome man, no less so than Li Ming and his ilk.

"Qi Yu, Qi Yu, are you really dead?" Qi Yu murmured to himself.

My teacher once said that he had the remnant soul of Qi Yu within him, but I haven't seen it since I became a near-saint!

So how did the teacher see it at that time?

Shaking his head helplessly, Qi Yu packed his things and prepared to leave.

But just as Qi Yu finished packing and picked up the basket, he keenly sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings.

It's so quiet!

There wasn't even a bird chirping!

Qi Yu released his true energy, sensing the surrounding situation.

But looking around, there was no sign of anyone or any activity.

Qi Yu investigated for a while, then shook his head helplessly and strode towards Jiangting Village.

After Qi Yu left, the mountainside immediately fell silent. The lit incense and candles burned quickly, and a stick of incense, only a dozen centimeters long, burned out in less than ten breaths.

The fire, which had been extinguished, gradually started to glow again with sparks.

Boom, boom, boom...

From the two graves came muffled thuds, as if something was striking the wooden planks, and the soil on the grave mounds was rolling away in a rustling sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the thumping sound finally stopped, and the mountainside immediately became quiet.

puff!

Suddenly, a pale hand, covered in mud, emerged from the grave mound, its bony knuckles twitching slightly and making a cracking sound.

The pale hands braced against the soil of the grave, as if trying to use it for leverage to climb out.

Bang!

The grave mound was cracked, and then a disheveled young man sat up from the grave.

The young man's face was slightly bluish, and his eyes had only whites, no pupils, making him look particularly eerie.

The young man tilted his head, his expression somewhat blank, as if he lacked intelligence.

Bang!

The grave next to it also split open, but after that, nothing happened; nothing crawled out of the grave.

Gaa gaa gaa~

Several crows circled above the young man's head, their cries echoing across the fields. One of the bolder crows landed on the tombstone in front of him, tilting its head and blinking its eyes as it looked at him.

The young man stared blankly at the crow.

The man and the crow stared at each other when suddenly, a withered hand grabbed the crow and squeezed it, instantly killing it.

The young man clutched the crow's carcass, tilted his head back, and raised his hand to his own dry beak, applying slight pressure.

Drops of scarlet blood fell into the young man's mouth, while some splattered onto his nose and chin instead, creating a particularly bloody scene.

After the crow's blood was drained, the young man casually tossed it into a nearby crevice.

A tiny black dot gradually appeared in the young man's eyes, which originally only had whites. His facial expressions became more vivid, and he regained his intelligence.

He remembered who he was!

His name was Song Yuntao. He was originally a yamen runner in Jiangzhou City, but later joined the Chang family uprising and was killed by his own friend.

Yes!

He died, slowly and painstakingly tortured to death by that woman in the purplish-red dress.

Looking around, I realized this was a grave.

Is this my own grave?

That was his original thought, but when he saw the name on the tombstone, he was taken aback and then frowned.

Qi Yuan?

Who is this?

"Oh? It worked! This corpse refining and transformation into the Dao is quite interesting!"

While Song Yuntao was in a daze, a very nice female voice came from beside him. Song Yuntao was startled and hurriedly jumped out of the grave, looking warily at the woman who had suddenly appeared.

"Who are you?" Song Yuntao asked warily.

Lin Ruoxi's jade-like feet rested on the leaves of a small sapling as she looked down at Song Yuntao and smiled:

"My name is Lin Ruoxi. I am your master. I gave you a new life!"

Song Yuntao frowned, watching the woman who had suddenly appeared warily.

"Didn't I die?" Song Yuntao asked.

Lin Ruoxi smiled and said, "You were indeed dead. I brought you back from the hands of the people from Qingyun Academy and buried you in the graves of Qi Yu's parents, bringing you back to life."

Song Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then looked at the name on the tombstone: Qi Yuan!

Qi Yuan is the name of Qi Yu's father!

This is Qi Yu's father's grave.

Lin Ruoxi looked at the stunned Song Yuntao. Knowing that he had come back to life, it was normal for him to find it hard to believe for a moment.

"Do you remember your name?" Lin Ruoxi asked.

Song Yuntao snapped out of his daze, nodded, and said, "I remember, my name is Song Yuntao, and I remember everything that happened before very clearly!"

Lin Ruoxi nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "Very good. You wait here for a moment. There's one more compatriot of yours. We're still a little short!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuntao's gaze fell upon another grave.

The tomb cracked open, but no one came out.

Lin Ruoxi raised her hand, and then a white light flashed, and a wound immediately appeared on the tip of Lin Ruoxi's index finger, from which drops of blood flowed out.

The flowing blood, suspended in mid-air, shot into the cracks of the tomb with a wave of Lin Ruoxi's hand.

As the blood seeped in, a ghostly blue light flashed in the crack, and then a spirit slowly flew out of the grave.

Song Yuntao stared at the spirit, his mouth slightly agape, utterly astonished.

"Old Wang!?"

(End of this chapter)

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Was Chapter 115 wrong?

After Qi Yu finished sweeping the grave, he decided to talk to Su Yue.

After all, this can't go on forever.

But as soon as Qi Yu stepped into the courtyard, he received a message from Qin Xiu that they had encountered trouble in the Li Huo Dynasty.

The Li Huo Dynasty has been destroyed, and now it is filled with demonic beasts and vengeful spirits.

The Great Qing Dynasty had objections to the Li Huo Dynasty taking over this huge piece of the pie, and Qi Yu agreed to Ji Ling's request, sending Taoist disciples to the region.

Only four days have passed so far.

Why did Qin Xiu ask me for help after only four days?

Qi Yu read the letter carefully, his heart sinking completely.

Two of the Taoist disciples died, and three were seriously injured.

The number of Taoist disciples is small, currently only fifty-three, which includes the second-generation disciples who traveled on the mainland, namely Qin Xiu and his group's master.

Currently, there are only about thirty people left in the academy whom I can command, and now two of them have died.

In addition, a few months ago, someone secretly attacked Taoist disciples, resulting in the loss of several disciples.

It seems like someone is targeting me in the shadows!

Qi Yu could clearly sense Qin Xiu's urgency; he had to set off immediately to provide support to the Li Huo Dynasty.

Looking at the courtyard, Qi Yu hesitated. It was obvious that Su Yue had distanced herself from him.

Su Yue might not want to see me right now. Should I go and see her?