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

Only by advancing to the Yuantai realm can there be a glimmer of hope.

The golden elixir in the inner vision was like an ice ball being washed by hot water, constantly melting from top to bottom. If this trend continued, it would be completely melted in less than half an hour.

But in the girl's eyes, the melting speed was so slow.

Not fast enough…

She gritted her teeth, mobilized her magic power, and hit her own dan shell hard.

Crack... The hard golden elixir cracked again.

At the same time, the petite figure shook, and scarlet blood gushed out from between her lips and teeth, leaving a silky blood ribbon in the air, floating down to the forest below.

Chapter 39: The Silver Hairpin Connects Two Places

The night sky is filled with stars.

Qiu Ruoli sat quietly in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Her face under the black veil was as beautiful as a painting, and she was enough to captivate everyone without the need for makeup. She was dressed in black, a black long skirt, black silk gloves, black embroidered shoes... But against her snow-white skin, the dark clothes made her beauty even more enchanting.

The rippling lake water was reflected in the girl's dark eyes.

Ever since her master left, every night she would dismiss all her servants, walk to the pavilion alone, sit on a stone bench, and listen quietly to the empty echoes in the valley.

Before she succeeded to the throne as the leader of the Demon Cult, Qiu Ruoli had already deeply experienced the loneliness of being in a high position. This is a shackle that is difficult to explain to outsiders... They won't understand.

When a person is able to control the life and death of everyone around him, he will no longer have any friends.

From the first time Qiu Ruoli saw her master, he had never had any friends or relatives around him, only countless subordinates and her, his only disciple.

The same is true for all the past leaders. The only ones who are close to them are the women in their palaces. But rather than saying that they are the companions of the leaders, it is better to say that they are the playthings of the leaders, puppets for people to vent their loneliness and depression. No one will care whether they are alive or dead. Maybe one day they will become a pile of dry bones and be buried quietly in the back mountain.

Even so, there are still many girls in the cult who are eager to sleep in the cult leader's bed. Most of them are of noble birth and have excellent talents. They are favored girls of heaven no matter where they are placed.

Qiu Ruoli didn't understand why her master didn't choose a few wives and concubines like the previous generations of leaders did, just as she didn't understand why her master cared so much about the mortals in the territory, why he always gave in on border disputes, and never had any disputes with the Immortal Sect in the past ten years.

That man... that young man who looked so heroic, yet acted like a thoughtful old man. She knew that he must have been planning something over the years, or trying to prevent something terrible from happening.

But no matter what he thought, it was obvious that he failed in the end.

Her mind was in a mess again. Thinking of what happened not long ago, her chest ached. The girl picked up the teacup and put it to her lips.

The scalding hot tea hit the soft tip of her tongue, and she couldn't help but frown, but she still swallowed it all, letting the burning and bitter feeling slide down her throat.

Qiu Ruoli has never liked drinking tea since she was a child. She hates the bitterness of tea and even more so its blandness...but that doesn't mean she's not good at making tea.

There was once a person who stood at the top of Kyushu. All the tea on the table was brewed by her hands.

Every morning and evening, Qiu Ruoli would brew a pot of the finest Beizhou spring tea and send it to her master's cave. She would then carefully arrange the various tea sets, with the distances between them being exactly the same, and then... look forward to that person's evaluation.

If she got a compliment, she would be happy all day long, but if she saw him frowning, she would also become depressed...

Later, as her tea art improved, Qiu Ruoli gradually never saw her master frowning again, but the two of them no longer had anything to talk about. She delivered tea in the morning and evening, and then left quietly, not disturbing the boy who was frowning at the various reporting documents.

Even after he left, the habit of making tea never changed.

The only thing that has changed is the people who drink tea.

Qiu Ruoli swallowed the bitter liquid in small sips, looked at the black lake with her beautiful eyes, listened to the sound of wind blowing through the treetops, and carefully experienced the man's state of mind in the past.

Countless nights, Master had sat alone in the middle of the valley. What was he thinking about at that time?

She always recalled every word he had said in the pavilion, trying to follow those long-lost words to find out his grand ambition hidden under his plain appearance, but unfortunately she ended in failure every time.

In fact, Qiu Ruoli had also asked, what was the purpose of all the things that Master had done in all these years...

But he always touched her head.

"Give it a few decades, and you'll understand."

Now that her master is gone, Qiu Ruoli knows that she probably won’t see that day.

The answer to this question remains a mystery.

She thought, if she could go to her master and ask him now, he would probably tell her everything reluctantly...

After all, there is no point in hiding it any longer.

But Qiu Ruoli couldn't imagine what her master would look like when he appeared in front of her at that time... Would he still be the heroic young man he used to be?

She felt that she might never forget that sight, so it was better not to see it.

The result will be the same if a member of the Demon Sect falls into the hands of a righteous sect or if a member of the righteous sect falls into the hands of the Demon Sect.

"Qian Qiuxue..." A cold whisper came out from her red lips through gritted teeth. Wisps of black mist spread from the girl. She had never hated someone so much.

No...it should be three people.

Qiu Ruoli’s dream used to be to become someone like her master, but now, her dream is to kill those three women.

Although it is difficult, she knows that this dream will come true.

Because she is Qiu Ruoli.

She is the only peerless genius since ancient times who has achieved a breakthrough to the level of spiritual cultivation within ten years of practicing Taoism.

The tea in the cup was drunk in one gulp, and the empty cup was placed on the table. The girl's slender hand stroked the cold table surface.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Suddenly her eyes opened again, and murderous intent was as sharp as a sword unsheathed.

"Who dares to come to my demon sect to cause trouble?"

The delicate and graceful body disintegrated into thick black mist and rolled towards the green mountains in the distance.

The next second, the girl's figure reassembled in the depths of the green mountains. She pushed aside the branches in front of her, and an ancient and simple stone door of a cave came into her sight.

On the side of the stone gate stood a short black figure.

The face under the cloak was lifeless, and the forehead was covered with black nails. He stood there silently.

"Shadow Protector?" Qiu Ruoli's gaze froze.

She looked at the person in front of her with doubt and amazement. Although she was not born when Ying Wuya disappeared, this did not prevent her from seeing Ying Wuya's portrait in the secret book of the sect.

So many years have passed, and he is still alive?

Qiu Ruoli vigilantly scanned Ying Wuya with her divine sense, and her eyes flickered slightly when she noticed the lifeless demonic essence around him that was as dead as rotten wood.

He is dead.

His original spirit was gone, leaving only some instincts and regrets, and he was turned into a corpse puppet.

"..." Ying Wuya slowly raised his head and looked at Qiu Ruoli with his turbid and lifeless eyes, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was looking for her flaws.

The wind in the valley blew up the sleeves of the cloak, revealing Ying Wuya's skinny and bony hands for a moment, with a faint flash of silver light.

In just a brief moment, the source of the silver light was deeply imprinted in Qiu Ruoli's eyes.

A blood-stained...silver hairpin...

The girl's pupils kept shrinking and her lips trembled.

"Master...honor..."

The guardian of the sect who is good at life magic has recreated the scene of that day. This silver hairpin is the one that pierced the master's body that day.

No wonder... No wonder he came out of Master's cave...

The restrictions in the cave recognized the Master’s aura, and naturally also recognized... his blood.

Under the girl's broken gaze, Ying Wuya raised his hand and pressed the silver hairpin on a talisman stone engraved with patterns.

hum.

The patterns on the rune stone lit up at the same time, and the silver hairpin disappeared.

At the same time, Ying Wuya's head also disappeared.

Qiu Ruoli held the black blade with an expressionless face. Behind her, Ying Wuya's headless body knelt on the ground.

That night, the monstrous demonic energy filled the entire valley.

……

Half an hour ago.

Xihezhou, the ancestral land of the Wu tribe.

Deep in the dark underground palace, the originally intricate maze of corridors has now been transformed into a huge dark cave.

From time to time, debris fell from above, splashing up clouds of dust.

Qian Qiuxue looked coldly at the pieces of flesh on the ground. The pieces of flesh squirmed and gathered together, gradually forming a human shape.

She could no longer remember how many times she had chopped Chi Jian into pieces.

The Great Wizard's vitality is extremely strong.

Even if he used the immortal essence to grind it into dust, Chi Jian could still produce flesh, blood and bones out of thin air, and gradually restore it to its original appearance.

In the woman's sight, several pieces of meat were pieced together and strangely grew into the shape of a mouth.

"How many times have I said it..." This mouth said, "I have already merged with the ancestral spirit. No matter how many times you try to kill me..."

A flash of sword light chopped it into pieces.

"Soon, the chiefs of all tribes will come to help." The piece of meat next to him grew another mouth, "If you retreat now..."

Another sword flashed, and the mouth was shattered in an instant.

Just when Qian Qiuxue was about to mobilize his immortal energy to grind the rest of the flesh into ashes, he suddenly had an idea.

"Has it been sent there?" An unclear emotion flashed in the woman's scarlet eyes.

"Then let me see the true face of the leader."

The divine thoughts left on the silver hairpin immediately connected the two places, allowing Qian Qiuxue, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, to see with her own eyes what was hidden in the cave that once belonged to the leader of the Demon Cult.

Chapter 40: A decade of dreaming, finally waking up

Just like when Yan Mobai first saw the sect master's hall, Qian Qiuxue also came to his cave for the first time.

The divine thoughts separated by a spiritual cultivator are equivalent to an extension of consciousness, so she can be said to have come here in person.

"How can it be so simple..."

Her perception swept across the entire cave, and she didn't see any decorations or furnishings, just several stone chambers with different functions.

On the inner side were a bed and a futon, with some jade slips and silk books beside them, as well as many unused monastic objects. I guess this was the place he used to practice meditation, or to take a short rest during his busy schedule.

The stone chamber in the middle is relatively empty, containing only a lamp, a table, and thick documents stacked on the side, which are used by the leader to handle church affairs.

The stone chamber outside is filled with various jade slips and stone carvings, all of which exude a mysterious aura. They should be used to store secret manuals of martial arts...

Compared to the cave in the outer mountain of Yuheng, this one is just a little bigger and the restrictions are more complicated.

Other than that, there is no other difference.

Qian Qiuxue didn't plan to go to the room where the secret manual of martial arts was stored right away.

She knew that once she entered that room, all the answers would be revealed in an instant, and the dam she had built in her heart these days would probably be broken in an instant. No matter what the answer was, she probably didn't feel like staying here any longer.

Before that, she would rather stay here and see what kind of person the leader is.

Qian Qiuxue's spiritual thoughts drifted towards the stone chamber at the deepest part of the cave, where he used to rest.

There was a dust-removing formation in the stone chamber, and even after more than half a month, it was not stained with dust. Several jade slips and silk books were placed casually on the ground, next to them were some used spirit stones and chalcedony. There were still traces of someone sitting on the cushion, as if the owner of this room had only been out for a short while and would be back soon.

What is he looking at while he sits here?

Qian Qiuxue couldn't help but feel curious. She used her spiritual power to probe into one of the jade slips and took a quick look through it.

"The Legend of the Nameless Swordsman..."

The name sounds nice, but the content is just an ordinary storybook, telling the story of an unknown knight who roams the world for thirty years.

Qian Qiuxue, who was in the Wu clan's underground palace hundreds of thousands of miles away, frowned.

She tried to find some unusual metaphor in this most clichéd of novels, but found nothing.

He... is watching these during his break?

Her mind swept over the jade slip again in disbelief, and saw that its jade color had darkened, obviously having been rubbed repeatedly many, many times.