Chapter 16
"Are you alright, Senior Sister Xiao?" A clear, melodious voice like a lark\'s echoed in her ear. Through the eyes of the little white bird, Xiao Ling looked at the young disciple who had helped her.
The disciple\'s name was Bai Ying, the youngest disciple under Jing Chongshan. Since Jing Chongshan had found a way to treat her, Bai Ying had been the one to fetch her from Bright Sky Peak to the medical hall every day.
The girl was about fourteen or fifteen, like a newly blossomed flower in spring, full of vibrant vitality. When she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents, and her voice was even more melodious than the little white bird in Xiao Ling\'s hands.
In contrast, Xiao Ling felt like a withered flower, exuding a decaying aura from within.
Bai Ying held her arm, and the bracelet hidden in her sleeve pressed painfully against Xiao Ling\'s wrist.
This age was when one was most fond of beauty.
The little white bird tilted its head, peeking into the sleeve to see a string of pearls encircling the delicate, fair wrist.
Xiao Ling thought of Nie Yinzhi\'s wrist. In the mirror, a golden-red cord strung with a variegated white bead was gently tied around it, very beautiful.
She used to practice swordsmanship every day and couldn\'t wear such ornaments. Her talent wasn\'t bad; in terms of cultivation progress, she was already among the best. However, as the grand disciple of the sect leader, Xiao Ling had to be even better, the best.
Her first half of life was spent striving to be the best senior sister in everyone\'s eyes, the best disciple in Sang Wumian\'s heart.
The existence of Nie Yinzhi made Xiao Ling realize that all her past efforts were a joke. Nie Yinzhi acted recklessly and willfully but received preferential treatment she had never experienced. It turned out that such a person could replace her in their eyes.
If she hadn\'t returned, Xiao Ling\'s name would still be a taboo within Cloud Scripture Sect.
How laughable.
"Senior Sister Xiao, it seems to be the commotion on Pill-Forming Peak. Oh no, could it be that Senior Sister Nie is about to come out with that demon?" Bai Ying\'s voice interrupted her reverie. Xiao Ling was startled by the dark thoughts that had surfaced in her mind, her brows furrowing slightly as she suppressed the turbulent emotions deep within.
She couldn\'t help but tilt her head slightly to the left, wondering if her own state of mind had been affected.
The ever-present presence behind her seemed to have received some signal, suddenly moving closer and pressing against her.
The pungent, bloodthirsty scent invaded her nostrils, causing goosebumps to rise on her neck. Xiao Ling waved her hand dismissively and growled, "Get away!"
Bai Ying was startled, not understanding what was happening. "Senior Sister Xiao, what\'s wrong?" She realized she had said something wrong, mentioning the forbidden name, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, "I\'m sorry, Senior Sister Xiao."
Xiao Ling turned to her, a faint smile on her lips, her voice calm and unwavering, "Nie Yinzhi awakened the demon, causing the death of our sect leader and multiple elders, bringing great calamity to Cloud Scripture Sect and the entire cultivation world, making everyone dread the future. Most disciples speak of her with deep loathing, yet you still call her Senior Sister Nie."
Bai Ying widened her eyes, her lashes fluttering like a butterfly\'s wings, her face quickly losing color. She let go of Xiao Ling\'s arm and bowed her head in apology, "I\'m sorry, Senior Sister Xiao, I just got used to calling her that and forgot to change it."
"Got used to it, huh." Xiao Ling murmured, lightly patting Bai Ying\'s shoulder, "Get up, it\'s not your fault."
The barrier\'s turmoil made everyone nervous. The protective grand array of Cloud Scripture Sect unleashed waves of spiritual energy, finally calming the shaking ground. Countless beams of white light flew towards Bright Sky Peak like daytime fireflies.
Jing Chongshan rushed out, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Ling. "Lingling, the medicinal pool is ready. Come with me."
He glanced at the turbulent protective array, "There are heavy barriers on Pill-Forming Peak, and many high-level cultivators are guarding it. Don\'t worry. Your treatment is critical and cannot be interrupted."
Xiao Ling nodded and walked towards the medicinal hall.
Bai Ying, with her head bowed, silently stuck out her tongue, preparing to take her leave.
Jing Chongshan called out to her, "Ying, come with us."
Xiao Ling stiffened and turned around. The little white bird perched on her shoulder, tilting its head to look at the two of them.
Bai Ying looked up in surprise, "Master, am I also going in?" Usually, she would leave after delivering Xiao Ling and return to fetch her later.
"You\'ve been learning by my side for nearly two years now. You can help me."
Bai Ying\'s face lit up with joy, and she replied crisply, "Yes, Master!"
Over the past few days, Jing Chongshan had almost exhausted medical books and pharmacopoeias, consulting other renowned healers in the cultivation world, finally finding a way to not only eliminate the miasma but also restore Xiao Ling\'s spiritual veins.
However, this method must not be leaked.
The medicinal pool was filled with precious herbs, the steam filling the room with a medicinal fragrance. Xiao Ling took a pill before entering the water, sitting down and soon leaning against the warm stone wall of the pool, sinking into a deep sleep as usual.
When Xiao Ling awoke, it was sunset.
She lay on a soft couch in the main hall. After several medicinal baths, the miasma in her veins was nearly gone, the ugly spots on her bones had faded considerably, and the faint lines on her skin had disappeared.
A strand of spiritual energy had penetrated her newly healed inner sanctum.
Xiao Ling felt this energy and almost cried with joy. She sat up, calling out, "Uncle Jing, has my spiritual core recovered?"
Jing Chongshan\'s laughter came from the side, "Yes, one more medicinal bath and the miasma in your body will be completely cleansed. Your spiritual core and veins have been nourished by so many precious herbs, recovering quickly. However, your cultivation will have to start from the beginning. You\'ve been through a lot."
Tears welled in Xiao Ling\'s eyes as she revealed the first genuine smile since returning to Cloud Scripture Sect, "What hardships haven\'t I endured? I\'m not afraid of suffering."
Jing Chongshan sighed, clearly pained, "That\'s good to hear."
"The turmoil on Pill-Forming Peak means Bright Sky Peak won\'t be calm. Lingling, the last few treatments are crucial, absolutely not to be interrupted. You should stay at the medical hall for now." Jing Chongshan said.
Xiao Ling hesitated for a moment, though she wanted to see how things were on Pill-Forming Peak, her treatment was more important, so she nodded in agreement.
"I\'ll have someone take you to Peach Garden to rest. It\'s quiet there." Jing Chongshan immediately called a disciple to escort her, as he had to deal with the used herbs in the pool and couldn\'t stay with her, fearing Xiao Ling might discover something amiss.
If she knew the cost of her treatment, she might feel too guilty to continue, and if she gave up halfway, all previous sacrifices would be in vain.
The little white bird was released from its enclosure and landed on Xiao Ling\'s shoulder. Her blinded vision finally restored, she glanced at the disciple and asked curiously, "Uncle Jing, where\'s Little Sister Bai Ying?"
"That girl," Jing Chongshan chuckled, shaking his head in helplessness, "She helped me treat you today and had some insights. She couldn\'t wait for you to wake up and rushed to meditate in seclusion."
Xiao Ling pursed her lips, and Jing Chongshan waved his hand, urging her, "Go rest, I\'ll prepare for the next treatment and send someone to fetch you."
"Thank you, Uncle Jing." Xiao Ling bowed and left with the disciple.
Only after they disappeared did Jing Chongshan\'s expression turn serious. He returned to the sealed medicinal hall, whose doors and windows were all inscribed with talismans. Without his permission, not even a fly could enter, and the medicinal aroma inside couldn\'t escape.
The hot steam in the pool had completely cooled. A small, delicate body floated on the surface with withered herbs, the wrist adorned with a pearl bracelet covered in gruesome scars that extended beneath the sleeve.
Jing Chongshan couldn\'t bear to look at the face devoured by death, his expression contorting uncontrollably. He knelt guiltily by the poolside, his face filled with sorrow. After a moment, his eyes widened, bloodshot veins crawling across them, and he let out a low, maniacal laugh, clearly in the throes of demonic possession.
Startled by the sound of his own voice, Jing Chongshan hurriedly took a pill from his bosom and sat down to meditate and regulate his breath.
After a short while, his bizarre expression returned to normal.
Xiao Ling was led by a medical disciple to Peach Garden.
Perhaps due to the dry weather, the Cloud Scripture Sect was in a state of restlessness, with disciples frequently getting into fights. Even sparring sessions were conducted without restraint, resulting in daily casualties being sent to the medical hall.
The medical hall was overcrowded and noisy, far from its usual tranquility. Even the medical disciples were affected by this atmosphere, their brows furrowed with agitation, and arguments could be heard from time to time.
Calming pills were in short supply, and the medical disciples simply couldn\'t keep up with the demand.
A little white bird flitted among the halls of the medical hall, landing on the dense foliage, where the disciples\' discussions could be heard everywhere.
"It must be the influence of demonic energy that\'s causing everyone\'s minds to be so turbulent. Even Senior Brother Fang suffered demonic possession during his cultivation. This can\'t go on."
"Don\'t just talk about you sword cultivators; several disciples in our medical hall have had unstable minds and have gone into seclusion, not seen since."
"Today, another layer of the barrier was broken. I don\'t think it can hold that demon."
"Even if it has to be sealed, it shouldn\'t be within our Cloud Scripture Sect. It should be sealed in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. I wonder what the elders are thinking."
"Shh, you\'re bold to talk about the elders like that. Do you think it\'s easy to force the demon into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave? The sect leader fell under his hands!"
The little white bird left one courtyard and landed on another rooftop, where hushed whispers floated out from the drafty pavilion.
"I heard the sect leader plans to extract Nie Yinzhi\'s golden core to treat Sister Xiao\'s injuries. That\'s why Nie Yinzhi was forced to summon the demon using a forbidden array."
"Extracting the golden core? What\'s the difference between that and killing her? I would do anything to avoid it."
"Brother Meng\'s eyes were also blinded by Nie Yinzhi."
"Alas, in the end, it\'s us innocent disciples who suffer the most. We fought so hard to enter the inner sect of the Cloud Scripture Sect, only to..."
The little white bird flew away with a flock of sparrows, passing through the encroaching twilight, when a complaint drifted from somewhere.
"Why did Xiao Ling have to come back? If she hadn\'t, this disaster wouldn\'t have happened."
The little white bird flew into Peach Garden, and the voices around it gradually faded. Xiao Ling sat in the twilight courtyard, enveloped in the shadows of the peach trees.
"Why listen if it makes you unhappy?" a voice came from the void. The dim half-light twisted for a moment, slowly condensing into a figure, which gradually became clear.
It was Sang Wumian, who was long thought to be dead.
Xiao Ling looked up at him, and the little white bird landed on her shoulder.
Sang Wumian leaned down, stared at her for a moment, and understood, "You no longer care for this person."
With that, his figure rippled like water, shrinking suddenly, his waist slender, his features bearing a resemblance to Xiao Ling\'s. He lifted a hand to adjust his hair, the red cord with white beads on his wrist, "Those who make you unhappy should die."
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Pill-Forming Peak had a total of seven layers of barriers, and the sword array was already broken, now another layer of barrier shattered. Even so, with the Demon Sealing Cauldron, there were still five layers left, enough to show how much people feared Gu Jiang getting out.
With five layers remaining, Nie Yinzhi never expected Gu Jiang to take the opportunity to break through the barriers and leave. After the tremors subsided, she prepared to go about her business.
Gu Jiang looked up at the barriers for a while and called, "Nie Yinzhi, we need to leave here."
Nie Yinzhi almost thought she had misheard, taking a long time to react, she ran out of the house with her skirt in hand, almost colliding with Gu Jiang.
Gu Jiang took a step back.
Aliali: 674aecfcc4f3f33ac49acb42Nie Yinzhi stood still, still finding it hard to believe, "Did you just say we need to leave here? Really? Why are you willing to go out now?" She hadn\'t imposed her thoughts on him during their empathy.
Gu Jiang frowned, speaking weakly, "There\'s a foul smell outside, and this place will become very annoying."
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of bullet comments flooded into Nie Yinzhi\'s peripheral vision.
【Ahhhh Zhuyan! Zhuyan! Our daughter finally figured it out! She finally has someone to protect her!】
【Seeing how the people of the Cloud Scripture Sect have become irritable and unstable, I guessed it might be Zhuyan.】
【Four hundred miles to the west, there is a mountain called Xiaoci, rich in white jade on its surface and red copper beneath. There is a beast, shaped like a monkey, with a white head and red feet, named Zhuyan. Its appearance heralds great war—《Classic of Mountains and Seas》】
【In the Deadly Abyss, Zhuyan always took the form of Sang Wumian. Now it\'s different, showing that the heroine really doesn\'t care for Sang Wumian anymore.】
【Sang Wumian, what a tragic main character, oh, you\'re not the main character anymore.】
【But why did Zhuyan turn into a female supporting character?】
【The heroine must have developed an obsession with the substitute.】