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

She really wanted to go to the cave in the outer mountain right now, make Yan Mobai kneel at her feet, and take a good look at how angry and desperate his face was.

Just thinking of that scene, Qian Qiuxue couldn't help but breathe faster.

Too bad, there are more important things to do right now.

She calmed her fluctuating emotions, lightly lifted her lotus feet, and walked towards the main hall. The majestic main door of the hall suddenly opened in front of her.

The woman's figure disappeared for a moment, and the next moment she appeared in front of a simple door deep in the hall.

Although he was the leader of the Immortal Sect, Qian Qiuxue suddenly became reserved when he arrived in front of the door.

She glanced at her attire inconspicuously, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she walked up and carefully knocked on the door.

"Mr. Bai?"

Her voice was no longer as cold as before, but instead carried a hint of tenderness that she herself had not yet noticed.

"Come in." A man's voice sounded through the door.

If the people in the sect knew that the sect master, who was always cold to men, had a man hidden in her boudoir, it would definitely become the biggest news in the Yuheng Immortal Sect in a thousand years.

She pushed open the door and saw a white-haired man in a white robe standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the full moon above the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

In Qian Qiuxue's eyes, the white-haired man was empty and had no cultivation at all, just like an ordinary person.

But in this world, there is only one person who can relieve the poison in her body.

……

Ten years ago, Qian Qiuxue led the Yuheng monks to attack the witch tribe affiliated with the Demon Cult in Xihezhou. After killing the chief witch Chi Xuan, she herself was injured by Chi Xuan's poison. Her whole body was in unbearable pain, as if insects and scorpions were drilling into her heart, making it difficult for her to concentrate on her practice.

She searched all over Jiuzhou, but couldn't find anyone who could neutralize the poison.

In the end, it was Mr. Bai who came to us on his own initiative.

He is very mysterious. Although he is just a mortal, he can easily dissolve the strange poison left on Qian Qiuxue's body by the great wizard of the wizard department who sacrificed his life.

Every full-moon night, Mr. Bai would suppress the poison in her body, and she would no longer be troubled by it for the entire next month.

But Qian Qiuxue's reliance on Mr. Bai does not end there.

What really tormented her was not just the poison.

Everyone in the world knows that Qian Qiuxue is the leader of the Yuheng Immortal Sect, the largest righteous sect in Jiuzhou, but who knows that she is also a weak woman? Even if she is aloof and arrogant, she still longs for someone to walk with her.

Just as there was only one cushion in the main hall of the sect master, as the sect master, it was destined that there would be no one to keep him company. Since she arrived at the main hall, no matter the elders of the sect, the disciples, or the monks from the outer sect, they all put on a mask of awe and falseness when they saw Qian Qiuxue. She had never seen their real faces.

Mr. Bai is different.

Whenever she pushed open the door, he would always sit there gently, neither far nor near, quietly looking at her, like an old friend they had known for a long time, making Qian Qiuxue unconsciously willing to let go of all her reserve and confide in him all her joys, sorrows, anger and sorrows of the recent days like an ordinary woman.

He always listened without replying, and occasionally nodded slightly when he was deeply concerned.

But Qian Qiuxue knew that all the emotional changes on his face were real, without any hypocrisy or pretense, that was his real face.

It's strange to say, even though she was the only one talking every time, I never felt lonely. No matter how much sorrow I had accumulated when I came, it all dissipated like smoke when I left.

Mr. Bai could always easily resolve Qian Qiuxue's pain, both psychologically and physically, and he gradually became Qian Qiuxue's psychological support, to the point that in the end, Qian Qiuxue had a strange sense of security when staying with him.

After several years, by the time she realized what was happening, she could no longer live without him.

A few months ago, Qian Qiuxue made a ridiculous plan.

She wants to... become a Taoist partner with Mr. Bai.

This idea was indeed too absurd. As a great cultivator who had achieved perfect spiritual cultivation and the leader of the largest sect in the righteous path, how could he practice together with a mere mortal?

Not to mention what others would say if the news got out, just the supreme elders in the sect would never allow her to get what she wanted.

But it doesn’t matter…

Qian Qiuxue lowered her beautiful eyes. As long as she could destroy the evil sect that had plagued the world for thousands of years, she would be able to intimidate Jiuzhou and cover the sky with one hand.

By then, the entire Yuheng Immortal Sect, and even the entire world, will respect her, and no one will dare to voice opposition.

Chapter 7: Yin and Yang Incarnation

"You're finally here." The white-haired man turned his head. There were no pupils in his eye sockets, only a chaotic white.

"Are you waiting for me, sir?"

Qian Qiuxue felt uneasy for no reason. She clenched her fair hands quietly in her wide sleeves and said, "Today is the night of the full moon. Please cure the poison in my body, sir..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Bai shook his head slightly.

"What...does that mean..." Qian Qiuxue's ominous premonition became even stronger.

She found that Mr. Bai's movements were a little stiff, far less natural than the last full moon, as if he was a puppet.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything about the witchcraft of the Western Regions. You will need to find a way to resolve it yourself in the future."

The expression on Qian Qiuxue's face froze. This sentence was beyond her understanding. Her thoughts seemed to be strangled by a hand, and there was only a blank in her mind.

After a long while, she spoke hesitantly, "You promised that you would help me dissolve the poison..."

"Bai has passed away soon."

The moonlight outside the window was exceptionally bright. The figure in white seemed to blend into the moonlight, looking unreal. "If Sect Master Qianqiu has anything else to say to me, please say it now."

Although these words were spoken lightly, they were like a bolt from the blue to Qian Qiuxue's ears, and her scarlet eyes widened instantly.

In order to become a Taoist partner with Mr. Bai, she did not hesitate to stir up the situation in Jiuzhou and start a war between immortals and demons. She had clearly thought that the day when the Demon Sect was destroyed would be the day when the two of them would become friends...but now Mr. Bai said that he was going to die?

How could he... die? !

Qian Qiuxue walked up to him without saying a word and grabbed his shoulders. She used her spiritual sense to check and found that her pretty face instantly turned pale.

"Why did your life force end? You, you clearly still have more than 20 years to live!"

"Life span? Sect Master Qianqiu has such a high level of cultivation, he must know that life and death are never predetermined."

Mr. Bai's face was indifferent, as if the dying person he was talking about was not himself. "When a person's life is over, no matter how much longer he lives, it is just like a rootless duckweed. Now that Bai's life is over, it is natural for him to die."

Qian Qiuxue didn't want to listen to these mysterious things. She grabbed Mr. Bai's shoulders and continuously transferred her immortal essence into his body, just like she did yesterday to extend the life of the leader of the Demon Cult.

But his body was like a piece of completely dead wood. No matter how much true energy she injected into it, she could not restore any vitality.

How could this be?

Qian Qiuxue's pupils contracted. She tried it many times in disbelief, but got the same result every time.

"Impossible... Impossible..." She murmured, took two steps back, and her scarlet eyes fell on Mr. Bai without focus, as if asking him what to do.

She, who had always been proud, seemed extremely helpless at this moment.

"There is one thing I have long wanted to ask the Sect Master..."

The white in Mr. Bai's eye sockets gradually faded, revealing the blurred outline of the round pupil.

"Qian Qiuxue." His blurry eyes looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, "Why do you think I helped you to dissolve the poison?"

"It's because..." Qian Qiuxue opened her mouth in vain, not knowing how to answer.

Is he after wealth and fame, or is he lusting after her beauty?

For the past ten years, Mr. Bai has been living in seclusion in the palace. Apart from helping Qian Qiuxue to detoxify, he has been meditating alone, isolated from the world all year round. Even his disciples are unaware of his existence.

What kind of glory does he covet, and what kind of beauty does he lust after?

From beginning to end, Qian Qiuxue never thought about this question.

She has been a favored girl surrounded by stars since she was young. She has long been accustomed to other people's active efforts. She only needs to accept other people's flattery and does not need to think about why they are trying to please her, as if it is a law of nature.

Even when it came to becoming a Taoist partner with Mr. Bai, she had never thought about his intentions. In her opinion, no one should refuse this.

"I don't know..." Qian Qiuxue's voice trembled.

"You really don't know."

The black color in Mr. Bai's pupils became darker and darker, gradually turning into a pair of ordinary black pupils.

His dark eyes were filled with disappointment, and this was the first time Qian Qiuxue saw emotion in his eyes.

"I resolved the poison in your body for the sake of the common people and for the peace of the Nine Continents... It's a pity that you didn't understand it in the end."

"I... I don't understand..." Qian Qiuxue was completely confused. She didn't know what she had done wrong and was as helpless as a little girl.

She seemed to have returned to her childhood, holding the hand of her maid, staring blankly at her father's majestic figure in the master's hall. At that time, she felt that everything about her father was a mystery. He was mysterious and powerful, keeping all dangers and sufferings out.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her. The familiar face seemed to blur, leaving behind a huge mystery, just like her father's in the past, or even more unfathomable and difficult to interpret.

Who is he? Is he really from Xihezhou?

He was willing to spend ten years living in seclusion in the palace to detoxify her. What was he asking for?

What's his name?

Qian Qiuxue was shocked to find that she had never tried to get to know Mr. Bai, and had never even asked his name. When they first met, he said his last name was Bai, so she called him Mr. Bai. Later, she gradually got used to it, and this name continued to be used.

Ten years have passed, but her understanding of him is still the same as when they first met.

"Mr. Bai..." Qian Qiuxue held back the bitterness in her heart, "Can you tell me...your name?"

"my name?"

Mr. Bai looked at her with an indescribable gaze. Suddenly, his body shattered into pieces of white feathers under the moonlight, scattered all over the sky and blown away by the night wind.

Qian Qiuxue knelt on the ground for a long time, her silver hair scattered all over the ground, and her scarlet eyes looked at the full moon above the sea of ​​clouds outside the window with a distraught look.

Today was clearly... the full moon night she had been looking forward to...

……

A night passed and the sun rose.

Yan Mobai opened his eyes. After a whole night of practice, the true energy he had received from Li Yulo had been completely consumed, and there were a lot of coughed-up blood stains on his clothes.

Throughout the night, he was in a cycle of being injured by spiritual energy and then healed by true energy.

He examined his body. On the surface, it was no different from before. He was just a mortal body.

But in fact, all the muscles, bones and periosteum have been strengthened to some extent, which is enough to compete with those meridian condensation monks who have initially condensed their spiritual veins.

The method of refining the body and breaking through the realm is indeed much simpler than refining qi...

As if remembering something, Yan Mobai looked at his hands.

A feather as white as snow and a feather as black as ink lay on the palms of both hands respectively.

This is the forbidden magic technique of Yin and Yang incarnation, which has been practiced for ten years and has now finally been solved.

Different from the Three Pure Ones in the immortal sect, the Yin-Yang incarnation has no spiritual thoughts of his own. All his thoughts come from his mind, and his every move is determined by his will.

The Yang body is extremely ordinary and simple, no different from ordinary people, while the Yin body is extremely high and its cultivation is comparable to that of the original body. However, using the same divine thought to drive the three bodies violates the truth of heaven and earth and is easily abandoned by the way of heaven.

This is also the reason why Yin-Yang Incarnation is listed as a forbidden technique.

Yan Mobai originally thought that his cultivation had reached the highest level and he would not be affected by the laws of nature, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Every sip and bite was determined by fate. The reason he ended up like this was most likely due to the incarnation of yin and yang.

Ever since he lost his cultivation, Yan Mobai could barely control the actions of the Yin and Yang incarnations for a short period of time by relying on the remaining obsession in his incarnation. Now that the obsession is gone, the two incarnations have become puppets without their strings, and now have all disappeared into the world.

He held the two feathers in his hands, and when he let go, they had disappeared.

Yan Mobai didn't want to talk to Qian Qiuxue about the past. Perhaps the ten years of getting along had made him feel a little bit good about Qian Qiuxue, but when she appeared behind him holding a hairpin the day before yesterday, those good feelings had been shattered.

Since she is determined to attack the Demon Cult, then the fate of the two is completely over... From now on, there will be no more Mr. Bai, the strange man from the Western Regions, in the world, only the leader of the Demon Cult, Yan Mobai.

He closed his eyes and continued to meditate on the stone bed.

Chapter 8: Morning

About half an hour later, the restriction in front of the cave door began to flicker.

A tall woman in a white dress worn by the inner sect was standing outside the door, her long black hair fluttering in the cool morning breeze. It was Lin Luan, who was ordered by Qian Qiuxue to bring breakfast to Yan Mobai.

Pale golden sunlight poured in from the door, illuminating the haggard and weak figure on the stone bed. The young man's face was pale, and his originally clean green robe was stained with shocking bloodstains. The white hair hanging down from his temples had increased dramatically.

"Master Yan?!"

Lin Luan was horrified. He put down the food in his hand and walked quickly to the stone bed.

Although she hated the Demon Cult and wished that its leader would die, the Sect Master had told her to take good care of Yan Mobai's health.