I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

As she wished, chaos broke out in the Demon Cult within a short period of time.

Several guardians conspired to seize all the branches in Youquanzhou, Beimingzhou and Yanyuzhou. Many tribes that were subordinate to the Demon Cult were also preparing to establish their own bases.

The sect's saint Qiu Ruoli and other guardians loyal to the sect leader continued to stay in Central China. They did not send troops to quell the unrest in other continents, but instead quickly set about clearing up internal dangers.

Over a dozen branches that attempted to rebel were massacred overnight, and hundreds of high-ranking officials were liquidated, with their bodies hung in front of the gates of each branch for public display.

By yesterday, the fourth night, Zhongzhou was firmly in Qiu Ruoli's palm.

The price she paid for this was that all the branches in other continents fell into the hands of those guardians.

In this way, the Demon Cult was split into two parts, one was the original Demon Cult headed by Qiu Ruoli in Central Continent, and the other was the new Demon Cult headed by the Dharma Protector King Luohou Shi Shen in the other continents.

During the narration, Qian Qiuxue kept staring at Yan Mobai's face.

To her disappointment, the young man did not become depressed over the split of the Demon Sect that he had been running for many years. Instead, he seemed somewhat relieved after hearing Qiu Ruoli's actions.

"My disciple is quite clever."

Yan Mobai sighed softly, "Zhongzhou is where the Demon Cult is based, and many of its heritage is hidden here. As long as Zhongzhou is not lost, she can be the leader of the Demon Cult for a day."

As the saying goes, before you can resist foreign aggression, you must first stabilize the internal situation. The leader has been captured, the saint is still young, and everyone wants to establish themselves as kings. If you ignore the internal conflicts and rush to send troops to other continents, you may end up becoming someone else's territory before you can put down the rebellion.

"Really?" Qian Qiuxue couldn't bear to see him so calm. "Why not tell the leader that I have united all my fellow righteous people and will attack the Demon Sect soon. Leader, how long do you think the two separate Demon Sects can hold me back?"

"I am no longer the leader."

The young man's face remained calm, "Since Sect Master Qianqiu wants me to be a spectator, then I will be a spectator..."

A cold slender hand suddenly clamped his throat, making the rest of his words stop in his throat.

The young Yan Mobai was not tall to begin with, and Qian Qiuxue grabbed his neck and lifted him up in the air.

Her wine-red eyes were on the same plane as his black and white pupils, so no matter what emotions the other person expressed, she would be able to see them all.

But she was still disappointed. The boy's eyes were clear. There was no fear, terror or pleading, nor anger or indignation. It was as if he had already accepted all the suffering and torture, waiting for them to come one by one.

Instead, Qian Qiuxue saw her own loss of composure in his mirror-like eyes. Her delicate and beautiful face was distorted in anger, without any trace of her original aloofness and coldness. She looked like a mad woman.

She was somewhat shocked by her own appearance. After a moment's pause, she reluctantly let go of his hand, letting the boy fall.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The boy knelt on the ground, covering his throat and coughing continuously.

Qian Qiuxue stared at the young man who was breathing rapidly on the ground. She summoned Yan Mobai not to see him appear calm and composed, but to see him looking disheartened, in a mess, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.

She had listened to all the thoughts of the inner sect disciples about Yan Mobai these days, and this time she was preparing to try them all out on him.

But after seeing Yan Mobai, all previous plans suddenly lost interest.

She slightly drooped her eyelashes, unable to figure out the reason, so she could only assume that she had missed the trip to Xihezhou to look for Mr. Bai two days ago, and the poison had taken effect, disturbing her mind.

Yan Mobai guessed correctly, Qian Qiuxue had indeed been looking for Mr. Bai's hometown these days.

She went to the Western Regions in person, and with the fragmentary clues in her hand, she quickly found the place where Mr. Bai had lived.

Qian Qiuxue disguised herself as an ordinary woman and asked neighbors about what he had done, trying to piece together his first half of life with these fragments. In the end, she discovered that Mr. Bai who lived in the Western Regions was not the real Mr. Bai.

All the traces of Mr. Bai in this world were left by him on purpose. Ten years ago, as if he had anticipated what would happen ten years later, he prepared a portrait for her in advance, in which a person who looked exactly like him was painted.

That person was born thirty years ago, entered a private school twenty-four years ago, became a scholar thirteen years ago, and opened a small calligraphy and painting shop deep in the alley.

The scholar had beautiful handwriting and usually had no worries about food and clothing, but he could not save much spare money.

Three years passed in this uneventful manner, until ten years ago, when he suddenly packed his bags and told his neighbors that he was going on a long journey.

The burned calligraphy and paintings burned in the yard all night, and no one saw him again since then.

Or maybe... this person never existed.

After so many years, the neighbors had forgotten many things, but they remembered everything about calligraphy, painting and scholars clearly.

Apart from this, she had no other clues about Mr. Bai.

The more Qian Qiuxue searched, the more she found that he was like an illusory shadow. She didn't know where he came from, where he went, what the significance of his appearance represented, and what caused his death.

Everything about him was a mystery. Not long after, Mr. Bai's face became blurred in her memory.

After ten years of companionship, Qian Qiuxue's only impression of him was his quiet back in the moonlight, his gentle voice, and the security and warmth she felt by his side.

This warmth can make all her worries disappear.

In fact, she had always wanted to stay with Mr. Bai and rest for a while, even though her cultivation level no longer required sleep.

This should be the most peaceful sleep in my life. No matter what nightmare I have, when I open my eyes and see him, all my hesitation and fear will disappear in an instant...

Why haven't you done that yet?

Maybe it’s because...she thought there would be time later.

Now the room was empty, with only some vague traces left. Like a little girl, she stumbled along these traces to pursue him, but the farther she went, the farther she got. She watched his outline gradually fade away, and finally disappear at the end of her sight.

On every full-moon night in the future, I will never see the white figure standing by the window again, and there will never be a chance to put a second futon in the huge sect master's hall.

Qian Qiuxue came back to her senses and realized that she had been in a daze. A small part of the incense in the incense burner had burned away and the ashes were falling down.

The young man on the ground caught his breath. He sat there and looked over with an ambiguous look.

Qian Qiuxue was startled, and suddenly felt that this gaze seemed somewhat familiar. She didn't know where she had seen it before, or perhaps she had never had the chance to see it before, but it made her freeze like a stone, and her mind went blank.

Something warm slid down her cheek uncontrollably, and strands of fragmented syllables squeezed out from between her stiff lips.

"Mr. Bai..."

After a while, Qian Qiuxue finally realized her embarrassment and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face with her hands. In fact, she could have used her spiritual power to evaporate them instantly, but for some reason she didn't do that.

Qian Qiuxue wiped her face with her sleeve like an ordinary weak woman, and then tried to put on a cold face to look at the young man on the ground. His dark eyes were still as indifferent as before, as if what he had just seen was an illusion and that look had never existed.

As expected, I just missed Mr. Bai too much...

The disappointment in her heart quickly faded away, and was replaced by more shame and anger, causing Qian Qiuxue to grit her teeth.

"you……"

She suddenly wanted the boy in front of her to get out of here as quickly as possible, the farther the better.

He was clearly prepared to enjoy the other person's embarrassment, but in the end, he was the one who was embarrassed, and he made the other person laugh at him...

I have never cried in front of others in my life. The only time was when I was seen by my mortal enemy.

But if she just drove him away, wouldn't that mean she had given in and surrendered? She was the winner, and she couldn't tolerate such a thing happening.

There were some things she had not originally intended to say, but now she decided to say them. She knew that as long as she said them, she would be invincible.

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Chapter 13 was revised, and the chapter comment is gone. It's not because I deleted it, but because there are fewer paragraphs and they are not displayed.

Chapter 16: You can measure everything, but you can’t measure your own heart

Qian Qiuxue took a deep breath and tried her best to restore her normal voice.

"Master, have you met my disciple?" She stared at the young man with her scarlet eyes. Although her eyes were cold, the remaining moist mist in her eyes reduced the lethality a lot.

The young man was a little surprised, obviously not expecting her to ask this question: "If the Sect Master is talking about Junior Brother Li, I have indeed seen him."

"Yes, it's Li Yuluo." Qian Qiuxue asked casually, "What does the leader think of her?"

"Junior-Sister Li is extremely talented. If it weren't for what happened three years ago, she would have been able to overwhelm her peers. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and her situation in the sect should be much more difficult now."

"You also know what happened three years ago?" Qian Qiuxue said mockingly.

She stood on a high place, and although she was usually lonely, she could see everything going on in the sect clearly.

Of course she knew Li Yulo's situation in the inner sect.

If it were an ordinary master, he might have stood up for his disciple long ago, but Qian Qiuxue has always been arrogant and indifferent, and the only people who can catch her eye are those who are as outstanding as herself.

In Qian Qiuxue's eyes, Li Yuluo was defeated by a little evil spirit, which showed his fragile character. Since this disciple was not good enough, it was not worth spending too much time on him.

Having said that, even if Li Yulo is no longer valued by Qian Qiuxue, he is still her direct disciple in name.

Whether it is Li Yulo or Yan Mobai, if these two people need to be punished or punished, it should be done by her. If others bully them without permission, it is tantamount to slapping her, Qian Qiuxue, in the face.

On the way here, the second disciple Ye Yin's provocative tricks seemed as ridiculous as a child's acrobatics in Qian Qiuxue's eyes.

Ye Yin is the second inner sect disciple, but he is not her disciple, but the eldest disciple of the supreme elder Lin Jiumu.

They are not related in any way, so where on earth did Ye Yin get the courage to act recklessly under Qian Qiuxue's nose?

If Yan Mobai hadn't resolved the farce, if Ye Yin had been a little more arrogant, he would have been slapped to death by her.

Thinking of the Supreme Elder Lin Jiumu who had repeatedly opposed Ye Yin behind her back, Qian Qiuxue felt worse: "Master, I heard that my disciple's inner demons were all caused by you?"

The young man was silent for a while, then said, "I can't guess what the little girl is thinking."

"She has been in love with you for a long time." Qian Qiuxue finally stopped hiding the sharpness in her words, "I can see it clearly, but she herself still can't understand it." She paused and looked at the boy deeply, "Since the day before yesterday, Li Yuluo suddenly understood her own mind, her obsession dissipated, and her inner demons disappeared... I have to thank Master Yan for this."

Yan Mobai's thoughts came to a standstill.

This sentence can have many meanings, but at this moment, there is only one meaning that Qian Qiuxue is qualified to single out.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Qian Qiuxue with complicated eyes.

"So you already knew that."

He didn't play dumb. Things had come to this point. Any more excuses he made would be nothing but nonsense and would only make him look more embarrassed.

That’s right... Li Yulo practices in the inner sect every day, which means she is always under Qian Qiuxue’s sight. How could Qian Qiuxue not know about any changes in her?

He hoped to conceal this matter, but that was wishful thinking.

Yan Mobai was not worried about himself. He should have died five days ago. It didn't matter if he lost his life now.

What he was more worried about was what Qian Qiuxue would do to Li Yulo in her rage.

The relationship between a mere master and disciple would probably not be taken seriously by someone like Qian Qiuxue.

"Hmph, the technique she practices is from the same school as mine. I noticed the leakage of her Yin Yuan the day before yesterday. It was only today that I decided to tell you, the leader..."

If Li Yulo was not a virgin originally, Qian Qiuxue might not be able to see anything, but since she was a virgin and her Tian Yuan Yin was broken, her aura would naturally reveal some flaws.

Qian Qiuxue looked at the young man again, and that face, which had always been calm, finally showed a change.

"Heh... I thought the leader was a dull person, but I didn't expect that there was someone he cared about." She pressed her fingers on the boy's cheek and felt his facial muscles tense up a little.

Even the news of the Demon Cult's split had not made him so nervous, but when Li Yulo was mentioned, his expression changed instantly.

Just knowing that the two had had sex was not enough for Qian Qiuxue to confirm that the leader had feelings for his disciple.

But now Qian Qiuxue has understood that Yan Mobai is indeed deeply in love with Li Yuluo. At least in his eyes, Li Yuluo is much more important than the foundation of the Demon Sect.

Living in this world, no matter how calm a person is, he has his flaws. Now that Yan Mobai's flaws are in her hands, if she wants to make him disheartened, miserable, and kneel on the ground crying, it should not be difficult to do.

But why... Qian Qiuxue frowned.

When she found out that Yan Mobai admired Li Yulo, she was not as happy as she had imagined?

Although I got the result I wanted, it seemed like I lost something important at the same time. The feeling of loss and melancholy washed away all the joy and excitement.

Her slender hands couldn't help but tightly grasp the hem of her skirt. When she let go, a hole had been pinched on the hem. The icy jade silk that could withstand a full-strength attack from an ordinary spirit cultivator without breaking was as brittle as thin paper under the woman's soft hands.

This kind of inexplicable emotion again...

Qian Qiuxue was confused and annoyed. It seemed as if there was something about Yan Mobai that always disturbed her mind.

She didn't think there was anything in Yan Mobai that was worth her lingering on, even though she clearly hated him so much.

When she thought about the disciple she had trained for many years being picked by the demon in front of her, she felt extremely frustrated and had no way to vent. In addition, the pain from the poison was torturing her mind. Qian Qiuxue no longer concealed the hatred in her heart, and the aura of great perfection in spiritual refining instantly filled the entire hall.

Bang!

The force of the spirit refining was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the young man was suddenly oppressed to the ground, and his bones made fragile crackling sounds.

The woman walked forward, lifted up her skirt, and stepped on the boy's back with her slender white and tender bare feet insultingly: "What crime do you think the leader should be punished for, as the chief of the Yuheng Inner Sect, secretly communicating with the leader of the Demon Sect?"

"Gurgle..." Blood flowed from the corner of the boy's mouth. He wanted to raise his head, but he couldn't do it at all. The pressure on his chest made it completely impossible for him to breathe, let alone utter a single word.

His actions made Qian Qiuxue's desire to abuse him even stronger. She exerted a little force with her feet, forcing the boy to bend down.

“Do you think that by using some body-refining techniques, you can hold your head up higher in front of me?” The silver-haired woman narrowed her eyes and sneered in a sick smile. “I’m telling you, you are my captive now, and you are my property. You don’t deserve to hold your head up at all!”

She was still not satisfied, so she released a little more of her energy, pressing the boy's forehead directly to the ground, causing him to spit out a large mouthful of blood, and there was even a crisp sound of broken bones.