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

After watching the girl running towards the stream as if escaping from her fate, Yan Mobai shifted his gaze back to Qian Qiuxue's face.

Her expression was no longer filled with a faint smile as it was during the day, but had returned to its original calmness.

It seems that I have suppressed my distracting thoughts...

I just don't know how long I can suppress it.

He sat down beside the campfire, the dancing flames reflected in his dark eyes.

"Has the error in the sect master's technique been resolved?"

As soon as these words came out, the woman beside him suddenly stopped turning the branch.

"How did the leader know this?"

"How did I know you were poisoned in the past? How did I know today that your skills were wrong and you had distracting thoughts?"

Yan Mobai looked at the bonfire that was fluctuating and said in a deep voice, "I would like to remind you, Sect Master, that distracting thoughts can be eliminated when they first arise. But if you want to eliminate them after a while, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

"The leader's methods are truly unpredictable." Qian Qiuxue narrowed her eyes slightly, "This matter... I know it well."

Her expression was so similar to the one in the Sect Master's Hall that day.

Yan Mobai knew that he couldn't persuade her.

This is also the reason why the Thousand Illusions Sutra is called a forbidden technique.

Practitioners can certainly use mental methods to eliminate their obsessions and thereby get rid of their inner demons...but what can be called an obsession, which one can be easily given up?

The more reluctant you are to let go, the more your desire to get rid of distracting thoughts will waver. Coupled with the influence of distracting thoughts, as time goes by, there will never be a day when you will be able to make up your mind to get rid of the obsession.

Therefore, few of the cultivators harmed by the Thousand Illusions Sutra were able to get rid of distracting thoughts. Most of them could only allow them to become deeply rooted and eventually become a threat to the cultivators themselves.

Since Qian Qiuxue couldn't get rid of her distracting thoughts, they should leave when Yu Luo's injuries recovered enough to travel far...

If we delay too long, something might change.

As Yan Mobai was thinking this, he suddenly heard Qian Qiuxue whisper, "Master, do you want to know why I am so good at cooking even though I have lived a life of luxury since I was a child?"

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Chapter 56: Yuheng's Past

Perhaps it was a habit she developed in the Sect Master's Hall. Qian Qiuxue started talking without waiting for Yan Mobai to answer.

"My father has placed high hopes on me since I was young. In order to urge me to practice, from the year I opened my meridians until I formed my elixir, he never allowed me to take even a single step out of Liantian Pavilion."

Qianqiu Tai had told her since she was a child that the situation in Yuheng had always been treacherous and everyone wore a mask on their face. Now that the Qianqiu family was in power, those masks would naturally all be smiling faces. And if they lost power one day, they would all change into another mask without any prior agreement.

All this respect and nobility before her eyes are castles in the air. The immortal sect has always respected strength, with the strong at the top and the weak at the bottom. And she, Qian Qiuxue, is just a tiny person standing on the shoulders of the strong.

You are standing higher than others now, but in the future when the support under your feet is gone, you will fall harder than others.

If you don't want to fall to death, then become the strong one yourself.

"I was still a child at that time, how could I understand what my father said? My father's magical powers are unfathomable, and his life span is nearly a thousand years, how could he die..."

She whispered, "Although it was lonely in Liantian Pavilion, at least there was a maid named Chan'er. I had no intention of practicing at that time, and I pestered Chan'er to play with me every day. Chan'er was soft-hearted and often couldn't get the better of me, so she quietly took me outside the pavilion to catch insects, play in the water, and enjoy the scenery."

"I am greedy and don't want to take the fasting pills, so Chan'er secretly catches spirit birds from the animal breeding pavilion at the foot of the mountain and roasts them. Sometimes, if she can't catch any, she will go to the forest to catch some birds and beasts and bring them back..."

Some are roasted, some are fried, and some are boiled... Chan'er can always make birds and beasts into delicious delicacies that you never get tired of eating.

Qian Qiuxue learned her cooking skills from Chan'er at that time.

There will inevitably be fireworks when cooking. In order to prepare the food as quickly as possible and avoid the fireworks rising in the sky being noticed, Chan'er would ask her to help every time she cooked. Later, they became familiar with each other. The two of them had two separate bonfires, she cooked half of the food and Chan'er cooked the other half.

Over time, Qian Qiuxue has learned 70% to 80% of Chan'er's cooking skills.

This kind of life continued until she was nine years old. Her maid Chan'er was killed by a spirit beast in the Yuan-building realm while hunting wild animals in the mountains. When her body was found, most of its bones had been eaten away and no human shape could be seen.

Qian Qiutai quickly transferred a new maid named Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing was no longer as easy to talk to as Chan'er. Although she was still respectful and polite to Qianqiuxue and would not punish or scold her, she would not allow her to play juggling during her practice time or eat other things instead of taking the fasting pills.

After learning about Chan'er's death, Qian Qiuxue was sad for a long time and often locked herself in her room. It took several months for her to slowly recover. Faced with the high walls and cold courtyard of Liantian Pavilion and her father's harsh rebuke, she had no choice but to compromise and practice alone according to the tasks assigned by her father.

When Qian Qiuxue was seventeen years old, the sect leader suddenly fell seriously ill and spent the entire day in seclusion on the top of Yuheng Mountain, meditating. Only occasionally when there was an important matter in the sect would he open the door and summon all the true masters.

Some said he was healing, others said... he was just forcing himself to stay alive.

Only then did Qian Qiuxue realize that the world is unpredictable and even a man like her father could not be detached from it.

People...will eventually die.

The support under her feet was in danger. Qian Qiuxue didn't want to fall from a height and break into pieces as her father had said.

She began to practice diligently, and with her innate outstanding aptitude, she entered the Yuantai stage at the age of twenty and took over the position of the chief senior sister of the inner sect.

But the sense of crisis in her heart did not disappear because her father summoned Zhu Zhen less and less frequently.

Another three years passed, and Qian Qiutai was finally unable to suppress his injuries any longer, so he passed the position of sect leader to her, and passed away the next day.

The chief of the Yuantai realm is not qualified to inherit the position of the sect master, otherwise he will inevitably fail to win the support of the people and cause unrest in the overall situation...

According to the rules of Yuheng Sect, the most senior and most experienced Grand Elder should temporarily act as the Sect Leader.

The supreme elder was Lin Jiumu.

Although he was said to be a temporary replacement, how could Lin Jiumu, who was at the peak of his career in the sect at that time, vomit out what he had eaten?

Two years after his father became critically ill, the disciples who once took shelter under Qianqiu's family had already switched to Lin Jiumu's side. Countless people came to congratulate him, just to get Lin Jiumu to look at them.

Now that their leader has passed away, they are overjoyed and feel that they have followed the right person.

But no one expected that the sect leader would eventually disregard the stability of the Taoist lineage and pass the throne directly to his daughter.

Under the coercion and inducement of Lin Jiumu, many elders who had been taken care of by his father for many years defected one after another. Qian Qiuxue, as the sect leader, could not order anyone around. Fortunately, she was extremely talented and broke through to the Spirit Refining stage the following year, which barely suppressed the dissent in the sect.

It was after this incident that Qian Qiuxue truly understood what her father meant.

On the day her father passed away, she witnessed with her own eyes the scene where Elder Yuheng's disciples took off their masks and put on new faces. The development of all things was exactly as her father had said.

More than ten years later, Qian Qiuxue broke through to the later stage of spirit refining, and all the voices of criticism finally stopped.

She always missed the days when she played with Chan'er when she was young, missed the hand holding hers as they walked in the spring stream, missed the two bonfires with smoke rising from the banyan tree, and missed the golden and fragrant roasted sparrows. There was no open or covert fighting, no intrigue, no false masks or lies. That was the happiest time of her life.

At that time, she still naively thought that Chan'er was the only person in the world who showed her her true face.

"After the sect's situation was completely settled, I began to investigate the cause of my father's illness. I collected the files and records from that year, trying to understand the stubborn disease that could have killed my father, who had reached the Great Perfection of Spirit Refining. It was only then that I learned..."

Qian Qiuxue's voice turned cold, "It turns out that the mask Chan'er is wearing is the most realistic and the thickest."

"The real Chan'er has long been dead. The one who accompanied me in catching insects and playing was a spy sent by the outer sect from the beginning to the end. She took advantage of the trust over the years to attach the curse to the food and cast it on me bit by bit. When I saw my father, the curse chased his soul and invaded his divine body when he was unprepared, polluting the Yuanhai... My father's serious illness was caused by this."

This truth once became Qian Qiuxue's nightmare. She dreamed countless times of the days when she was young and played with Chan'er in Liantian Pavilion. Once upon a time, it was her warmest memory, but now she always dreamed of Chan'er smiling and peeling off her mask, revealing a hideous and bloody face.

From then on, Qian Qiuxue could no longer fall asleep and could only meditate as a substitute for rest.

She was high above the nine heavens, coldly looking down at the countless hypocritical faces in the sect. All her innocence was buried the day she knew Chan'er's identity. Even when facing her own apprentice, she did not dare to show her true feelings, because she could not be sure whether there was another face hidden under that innocent and lovely appearance.

After Qian Qiuxue finished speaking, she glanced at Yan Mobai out of habit.

Facing his expressionless face, she realized that the person in front of her would no longer nod gently and soothe her emotions gently as before.

Chapter 57: Girl's Petition

This was also the first time that Yan Mobai learned about Qian Qiuxue's childhood experiences. The book only gave a brief description of the previous Yuheng Sect leader Qian Qiutai, mentioning only that he had died of illness before Qian Qiuxue had yet to cultivate her spirit. As for the cause of his death, it was not elaborated.

"Do you think this was done by the Demon Cult?"

Qian Qiuxue was stunned and looked down at the campfire.

In fact, she just wanted to pour out some of the things that were on her mind, and she said a lot without realizing it.

"I... do think so." She said softly.

It has been nearly sixty years since Chan'er was sent to take care of her. At that time, Yan Mobai had not yet succeeded to the position of leader. The Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect were in constant conflict. They often conquered the surrounding sects to expand their territory, and it was common for them to send people to assassinate the high-ranking members of the Immortal Sect.

In addition, the spell was so strange and vicious, very similar to the methods commonly used by the Demon Cult. All those who knew about it thought that the Demon Cult had murdered their leader.

Yan Mobai pondered for a moment and said, "Although I was not the leader of the sect back then, I was also a high-ranking official in the sect. I have never heard of such secrets over the years. I think this incident was probably not done by the Demon Sect."

"Why?"

"The immortals and demons have always been hostile to each other. If the Demon Cult plotted to murder your father, instead of pretending to be innocent afterwards, it would be better to directly announce the assassination of the Yuheng Sect Master to the world. This would not only show your ability and strengthen the Demon Cult's momentum, but also intimidate the major immortal sects, making them feel insecure and afraid to trust the people around them."

"Now, the world doesn't know the inside story of this matter. They just think that your father's skills are wrong and he has been infected with the evil disease of the great way. I think that the murder of the previous Yuheng Sect Master may have been secretly done by other righteous sects."

“But my father’s remains have already turned into nothingness and Chan’er also died at the hands of a spirit beast. The Demon Cult wants to take credit, but how can they prove that they were the ones who killed my father?” Perhaps because she instinctively felt that the leader was different from the other people in the Demon Cult, Qian Qiuxue subconsciously referred to the Demon Cult as “them” instead of “you”.

But she heard Yan Mobai sneer: "There are so many strange and bizarre ways in the world, how can the sect master be so sure that Chan'er is really dead?"

Qian Qiuxue stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

By the time she came to her senses, the two skewers in her hands were already emitting black smoke and smelling burnt over the campfire.

……

By the time Li Yulo came back from the stream and walked to the leader as if nothing had happened, the skewers of meat on the campfire had been roasted to a crisp and were emitting a rich aroma.

"Master, I'm back."

The girl hid her white and tender hands behind her back guiltily. She not only washed her hands, but also washed other parts of her body with the stream water. Because she didn't want to get her clothes wet, she spent a lot of time by the stream.

Yan Mobai hummed: "Sit down."

Seeing that he didn't ask what she meant, the girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down obediently next to the leader.

She glanced at the leader's hand inconspicuously.

Come to think of it, it seems that the leader has touched her hand... ?

He must have been touched at that time, right?

The girl's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't dare to say it out loud, so she had to keep comforting herself: It's okay, I don't need to touch the food with my hands anyway...

"correct."

She suddenly heard Yan Mobai say, "Miss Anshi just told me that the way to eat these barbecues is different from usual. You need to take the barbecues off first, then wrap them with the leaves of Qinghe grass and eat them together. This way, you can not only eliminate the greasiness in your mouth, but also prevent the grease residue on the barbecue from sticking to your hands."

"Oh." The girl nodded confusedly and didn't react for a moment.

It was not until she saw Yan Mobai pick up a piece of green grass, wrap the skewer of meat with it and pull it down that she realized something was wrong.

Why... do you have to use your hands...

Li Yulo's horrified gaze followed Yan Mobai's hand and watched him use that hand to put the grass leaves wrapped in the barbecue into his mouth.

Eat...eat it...the girl’s pupils trembled violently.

The leader took her...

Although we had been intimate several times before, we had never done something like this.

After a long time, she opened her mouth dryly, wanting to remind the leader, but it was difficult to open the mouth, so she had to lower her head with a burning face.

Yan Mobai glanced at her and saw that the girl was nervously pressing her knees with her hands and her face was red to the tips of her ears.

"What are you thinking about?"

"No! The barbecue smells delicious, hehe..." The girl was startled and forced a smile before picking up a skewer and stuffing it into her mouth, completely ignoring the fact that it had just been taken off the campfire and was still sizzling.

"Hiss~ It's so hot!"

She was immediately burned by the barbecue and shrank her body, sticking out her tongue pitifully, breathing heavily, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Yan Mobai took the skewers for her at the right time and handed her a bowl of water, which she eagerly took and gulped down.

After Li Yuluo recovered, he asked, "Are you worried about something?"

"It's... it's all because of the leader!"

The girl was almost crying out of shame, so she just gave up and glared at the leader with resentful eyes, "The leader's hands are clearly stained with my... that... and you're still eating..."

Yan Mobai was stunned for a moment, and finally understood.

"Why are you worried about this? I don't have any weird habits. I took the Dust Purification Pill before eating, so my hands are clean now."

He said calmly, "Besides, even if he really ate it, it wouldn't be a big deal."