Preparing a Big Surprise for Su Qingge, Inextricably Linked to the Successor of Demonic Arts
Preparing a Big Surprise for Su Qingge, Inextricably Linked to the Successor of Demonic Arts
For Gu Changge, finding where Su Qingge was located was actually not difficult at all.
In the vast Southern Flourishing Heaven, there were only so few places where an Eternal Overcast Battlefield had appeared.
His informants were spread across every region, so keeping track of one person’s whereabouts required hardly any effort at all.
The main problem now was that Su Qingge did not know that Gu Changge had already taken notice of her, and that he was even suspicious of her true identity.
Therefore, what Gu Changge needed to consider was what kind of face he should wear when he went to meet Su Qingge.
“If I let her notice me first, I might end up alerting the enemy.”
After that, Gu Changge left this place and headed toward the location his subordinates had reported.
He had no intention of going to meet Su Qingge so directly.
That woman was very clever; she could very well sense something from the slightest clue.
So Gu Changge had to prepare a big surprise for her, to keep Su Qingge from realizing that he had ulterior motives.
......
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the Southern Flourishing Heaven, within an Eternal Overcast Battlefield that had only recently appeared.
Towering mountain ranges, withered ancient trees—a scene of utter desolation.
Rolling grey mist was continuously spreading down from the high skies.
A massive number of Yin Spirits had gathered here.
Their eyes were crimson, their fangs bared.
Quite a few of them had humanoid shapes, but even more had forms so twisted that their original races could no longer be discerned. Their entire bodies exuded a heart-palpitating aura, and their strength was mostly at the True Enlightened Realm level.
At this moment, a group of young men and women dressed in magnificent robes, shrouded in treasure light, were engaged in battle with this horde of Yin Spirits.
It was clear that these young men and women were extraordinary, all wearing uniform attire, hailing from some supreme great orthodoxy.
With every strike, divine light surged forth, illuminating all directions with world-shaking momentum.
All kinds of divine weapons and artifacts, carrying multicolored radiance, streaked across the high skies, slaughtering their way into the horde.
Within the terrifying brilliance lay astonishing divine might, like stars exploding one after another, blasting swathes of Yin Spirits to death.
Numerous mountain peaks crumbled into dust under this aura, collapsing entirely.
Among this group of young men and women, a few stood out as especially extraordinary. Strands of order and law cascaded down from their robes, and they unleashed an endless variety of divine abilities and treasure techniques.
Even when facing Yin Spirits at the Enlightened Noble Realm level, they could handle them with ease.
Among these few, a refined young man in a pale blue long robe drew particular attention.
He carried the air of a scholar, holding a crystalline folding fan in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, radiant runes flew out one after another, transforming into five-colored hurricanes that swept forward.
Boom!!
These five-colored hurricanes were imbued with the Force of Law. Even with the mass of Yin Spirits ahead, they were instantly devoured.
Under such terrifying power, even True Enlightened Realm beings were reduced to dust in an instant, body and soul annihilated on the spot.
Standing beside the refined young man and witnessing this scene, the group of young men and women all burst into praise.
Quite a few female disciples cast looks of admiration and reverence toward him.
“Zhao shixiong’s strength is becoming more and more unfathomable. Now that he’s stepped into the True Enlightened Realm, even those Enlightened Nobles are no match for him.”
“Indeed, Zhao shixiong truly lives up to being the Young Prodigy of our Confucian Saint School. Even compared to the Eldest Shixiong, he’s in no way inferior. Perhaps on this trip to the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, the points Zhao shixiong earns will be about the same as the Eldest Shixiong’s.”
“Maybe in the future we’ll have to change how we address him and start calling Zhao shixiong the Eldest Shixiong...”
At this, seeing the scene, many disciples spoke up in praise, deeply admiring the refined man in blue robes.
The man called Zhao shixiong, hearing these words, couldn’t help but smile faintly, then shook his head.
“This is nothing but a petty trick of mine. Compared to the Eldest Shixiong, I’m still far behind.”
“You all shouldn’t spout nonsense and flatter me.”
His tone was exceedingly humble and amiable.
Hearing this, the other disciples once again chimed in one after another, a wave of flattery and praise that left Zhao shixiong waving his hands repeatedly, looking quite helpless.
This Zhao shixiong was named Zhao Xiaoyao, the Second Shixiong of the Confucian Saint School, and could be counted among the finest of the younger generation.
The Confucian Saint School was a lineage that specialized in cultivating the aura of scholars, a most ancient and venerable tradition.
Its mightiest experts could exhale a single breath of scholarly qi from beneath their tongues and easily shatter stars, splitting the very heavens.
Zhao Xiaoyao now possessed True Enlightened Realm strength. Though he could not compare to the ancient freaks sealed away within the school since other eras,
his strength still ranked among the top tier of the younger generation.
For this trip to the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, he was in charge of leading a squad.
“Oh, right, Su guniang, where did you study under? I noticed that your divine abilities and spells all seem rather unfamiliar. Though they’re quite powerful, they feel somewhat unorthodox.”
Just then, Zhao Xiaoyao suddenly spoke up.
He looked toward the back of the group, at the Woman in White whose face was veiled in light gauze, and asked with some curiosity.
During the earlier battle with the Yin Spirits, he had paid attention to that Woman in White at the rear.
He noticed that her techniques and divine abilities differed considerably from the many orthodoxies and powers he was familiar with.
So he couldn’t help but be a little curious.
This Woman in White had entered through the battlefield’s entrance together with them back then.
Seeing that she was all alone and that her strength didn’t seem particularly great, he had felt a trace of pity and invited her along so they could look out for each other.
After all, the Eternal Overcast Battlefield was nothing like the outside world. The danger of the Eternal Devouring Qi was one thing, but the Yin Spirits and the Successor of Demonic Arts lurking in the shadows were even more dangerous.
This Woman in White had no companions; if she encountered a larger pack of Yin Spirits, she likely wouldn’t be able to handle them and would be in grave danger.
Not to mention the other perils...
Yet despite all this, she still dared to come here alone, which made Zhao Xiaoyao look at her in a new light.
However, his gesture of invitation had caused quite a few disciples to misunderstand, thinking he harbored some intentions toward this Woman in White.
This left Zhao Xiaoyao somewhat helpless, but he didn’t bother explaining too much.
“My shifu’s name—she instructed me not to reveal it lightly while out in the world. My apologies, Zhao gongzi.”
Hearing this, the Woman in White answered in a calm voice, carrying a hint of apology.
“I see. Then it was I who was being presumptuous. My apologies, Su guniang.”
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyao couldn’t help but smile. “With skills like yours, you shouldn’t be some nameless nobody. Your master must be a reclusive expert of great renown.”
He had asked the Woman in White for her name, but she had only given her surname—Su.
He had searched his memory but found no Young Prodigy matching that description.
Left with no choice, he could only let it go and regard her as a rogue cultivator with some old monster teaching her from behind the scenes.
Hearing this, the Woman in White shook her head, her voice as calm as ever. “Zhao gongzi flatters me. With my meager skills, I can’t make any name for myself. I’m just a nobody.”
“Su guniang is truly too modest. Your skills are no weaker than some Young Prodigies...”
Zhao Xiaoyao smiled, looking every bit the refined and easygoing gentleman. “Perhaps on this trip to the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, we’ll even have to rely on you.”
Toward this Woman in White, who spoke with such grace and possessed such stunning beauty, he honestly did harbor quite a bit of goodwill.
Of course, this goodwill had been built up over these past few days since entering the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, through their conversations along the way.
No matter who she spoke with, she always maintained a distance of at least three feet—clearly not the frivolous sort of woman.
This coincided perfectly with the Confucianism that Zhao Xiaoyao cultivated.
Moreover, he felt that this Su guniang’s physique seemed somewhat special; he had once come across it by chance in an ancient text.
This gave rise to a strange feeling in Zhao Xiaoyao’s heart—that their chance meeting seemed almost fated.
“Zhao shixiong really does have feelings for this mysterious Su guniang...”
“What a pity. Zhao shixiong is such a good man, and it’s only been three days since they met.”
“What’s so great about this mysterious Su guniang anyway, that she deserves such treatment from Zhao shixiong?”
Seeing this scene, quite a few female disciples of the Confucian Saint School grew envious and jealous.
Whether in conduct or in character and temperament, Zhao Xiaoyao shixiong could be described with the word “upright.”
Over the years, countless heaven-blessed maidens had admired him deeply, yet none had ever received a response.
But now, only three days after meeting her, he was already paying such attention to this Su guniang, asking after her from time to time, showing such concern.
Anyone with eyes could see what was in Zhao Xiaoyao’s heart.
Yet toward all of this, that Woman in White seemed not to care at all.
Or perhaps she understood perfectly well but pretended not to know.
This made the female disciples even more envious and jealous—why couldn’t they be treated this way by Zhao shixiong?
And this Woman in White was, naturally, Su Qingge.
If she wanted to obtain a slot to enter the True Immortal Academy, she naturally needed to slay Yin Spirits in exchange for it.
Su Qingge had originally planned to go alone.
But considering that the Eternal Overcast Battlefield was fraught with unpredictable dangers, having companions at her side at critical moments would make things much more convenient.
So at the entrance, she had accepted Zhao Xiaoyao’s invitation.
This Second Shixiong of the Confucian Saint School seemed to harbor feelings for her—of this, Su Qingge was naturally well aware.
However, she showed nothing of it.
To her, Zhao Xiaoyao was really no different from a stranger.
Soon after, the group pressed quickly deeper in, and all the Yin Spirits along the way were slaughtered to the last.
But as they went further, they couldn’t help but begin to feel the strain.
On one hand, the Eternal Devouring Qi grew denser and denser, and their bodies were nearing their limits.
On the other hand, among the Yin Spirits here, quite a few had cultivation at the Enlightened Noble Realm, and there were even some at the Enlightened King Realm.
Meanwhile, most of the disciples among them were merely at the Partial-Enlightened Realm.
Though they had all sorts of treasures and runes protecting them, they were simply no match for this horde of Yin Spirits.
Zhao Xiaoyao swept his gaze around and spoke in a low, grave voice,
“Everyone, tally up how many points you’re each still short...”
“Those who don’t have enough can have some given to them by those with extra.”
“Ahead there seems to be a stretch of ruins. By the looks of it, it should be the remains of some force that was ravaged by the Yin Spirits. We can head there to rest.”
“Then we can discuss our next steps.”
With that, he led all the disciples toward it. Su Qingge hesitated for a moment, then followed along.
But at that moment, in her mind, the voice of her other soul rang out.
“This Zhao Xiaoyao’s physique—you’ve noticed it too, haven’t you?”
“I noticed. A Scholarly Dao Body.”
Su Qingge nodded, a trace of contemplation in her expression. “This physique doesn’t seem to be of much use to me.”
“Indeed, not much use. But it’s better than nothing.”
The wicked-tinged voice spoke again. “Don’t tell me you actually think you’re some kind of good person? That you’d go soft at a time like this? Su Qingge, quite a few prodigies have already died at your hands.”
Hearing this, Su Qingge merely shook her head. “There are too many people here. It’s not a good place to strike. The losses would outweigh the gains.”
After that, she followed the Confucian Saint School’s group into the ruins ahead, where Zhao Xiaoyao and the others had already begun tallying up their points.
Su Qingge calculated her own and found she was still short by quite a bit. Along the way, she had rarely taken action; whenever they encountered Yin Spirits, it was the Confucian Saint School disciples who struck.
So the points in her hands were actually quite few.
“Su guniang, do you have enough points?”
At this moment, seeing Su Qingge’s brows slightly furrowed, Zhao Xiaoyao couldn’t help but ask with concern, “If you don’t have enough, I can share some with you. I have extra on hand.”
Hearing this, many disciples of the Confucian Saint School looked over, and quite a few who were still short on points felt resentment and jealousy rise in their hearts.
Zhao shixiong didn’t ask them first, but instead went to care about this outsider?
Yet Zhao Xiaoyao seemed not to notice the expressions of the junior brothers and sisters behind him at all, still saying to Su Qingge,
“Su guniang, don’t be embarrassed. Along the way I saw you rarely took action and yielded many points to us. This is only right...”
However, Su Qingge merely shook her head. “There’s no need. I appreciate Zhao gongzi’s kind intentions. I’ll go slay the rest of the points I need myself.”
With that, she turned around directly, intending to leave this place.
Seeing this scene, everyone from the Confucian Saint School couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief; they felt that Su Qingge’s presence here made them very uncomfortable.
“Su guniang...”
But at that moment, Zhao Xiaoyao’s expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly chased after her. However, Su Qingge’s speed was very fast, and she quickly vanished from sight.
“All of you wait here for me. I’m going to find Su guniang. The Eternal Overcast Battlefield is so dangerous—how can she just run off carelessly like that?”
Zhao Xiaoyao said to the junior brothers and sisters behind him, and then his figure swiftly disappeared as well, chasing in the direction Su Qingge had left.
“Zhao shixiong, honestly, that man...”
“What’s so great about this Su guniang anyway? She’s so cold to him. Besides a nice figure and a pretty face, what other merits does she have?”
“I really can’t figure it out.”
“So secretive and mysterious—one look and you can tell she’s no good person...”
Seeing Zhao Xiaoyao give chase, the disciples of the Confucian Saint School couldn’t help but grumble among themselves.
They simply couldn’t understand why their usually steady and mature Zhao shixiong would act this way.
On the other side, Su Qingge, having left the ruins, moved at great speed, transforming into a divine rainbow as she rushed toward the depths.
Between the mountain peaks, grey mist billowed, making it look as though night had fallen. All around was a stretch of gloom, and nothing could be seen clearly.
She didn’t want Zhao Xiaoyao pestering her further, so she didn’t stop.
“Looks like that guy lost the trail. What a waste. But this way he gets to keep his life—pretty lucky, I suppose.”
In her mind, that other voice rang out with mockery.
Su Qingge shook her head noncommittally and said,
“Even if he had caught up, I couldn’t possibly strike and kill him. That would make me far too suspicious.”
These words of hers caused the voice in her mind to fall silent.
At this juncture, they really couldn’t make a move against that fellow surnamed Zhao.
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“How is Su guniang’s speed so fast? The Eternal Devouring Qi here is already this dense—why is she still heading deeper...”
Having chased for half a day only to lose her trail, Zhao Xiaoyao now stood somewhat dejectedly atop a mountain peak, his fist involuntarily clenching tight.
Grey fog spread out before him, and many scenes were unclear even when probed with divine sense.
He couldn’t see Su Qingge’s figure, and naturally had no idea of her whereabouts, so he had flat-out lost her trail.
This left a bitter taste in his heart, a touch of melancholy, a sense of loss.
Zhao Xiaoyao didn’t know if he would ever see Su-guniang again. After all, she was the first woman he had ever developed feelings for.
He truly wanted to bring her back to the academy. Even if Su-guniang had no feelings for him right now, he didn’t mind.
After all, things like affection could be taken slowly, cultivated bit by bit.
Now that Su-guniang was nowhere to be found, didn’t that mean the two of them would have a hard time ever meeting again?
“Su-guniang, why is she avoiding me?”
Zhao Xiaoyao sighed, somewhat distressed. If he had known, he should have stepped in to stop her—even if it meant using force, he should have kept her there.
But what use was regret now, when it was too late?
Going any deeper, even he couldn’t guarantee his own life. At a time like this, he definitely couldn’t just charge in carelessly.
“Because the way you fawn over her for no reason really makes you look like a dog.”
However, just at that moment.
From within the void, a voice tinged with amusement suddenly rang out.
“Who is it? Come out! Stop playing ghost tricks in front of me!”
Zhao Xiaoyao froze, then snapped back to his senses. His expression darkened as he warily stared at the void before him.
This sudden voice made his heart uneasy, and a chill crept up his back.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind.
He instinctively felt that someone had been tailing him.
Could it be that this whole journey, their every move had actually been watched?
“Where are you looking? I’m behind you.”
But the next moment, that voice rang out again, making Zhao Xiaoyao’s scalp feel like it was about to explode.
An unprecedented sense of terror enveloped his entire body!
His whole body went cold, his soul trembled.
But before he could even turn around, his vision went black.
A terrifying black light instantly poured down, completely submerging him.
And then he lost all consciousness.
“As expected, the ancients never lied to me.”
“In this world, there isn’t a single simp who is innocent.”
“And to think you were even harboring crooked ideas—that makes it even more impossible to let you live.”
Gu Changge’s figure appeared within the void.
The expression on his face held a faint trace of amusement.
By now, what he needed to do was more or less done.
With Zhao Xiaoyao dead, the disciples of the Confucian Saint School would inevitably be enraged.
This trap—he had already set it up for Su Qingge. Even if she didn’t want to walk into it, she no longer had a choice.
However, what surprised Gu Changge somewhat was that Su Qingge’s behavior from start to finish didn’t resemble that of the Successor of Demonic Arts at all.
Of course, it could be understood as Su Qingge being very clever, her disguise flawless, without a single crack to be seen.
“Qingge, I doted on you so much before—don’t let me down now.”
Then, with a trace of deeper meaning at the corner of his mouth, Gu Changge’s figure vanished once more.
......
Within that stretch of desolate ruins, the atmosphere was rather oppressive.
“Shixiong Zhao went after that Su-guniang so long ago—why hasn’t he come back? Could it be he’s helping Su-guniang kill Yin Spirits...”
“But even so, he should be back by now!”
“That shouldn’t be it. Shixiong Zhao couldn’t possibly abandon us here without a care. Did something happen to him?”
Half a day had already passed since Zhao Xiaoyao left to chase after Su Qingge.
Yet the disciples of the Confucian Saint School resting within the ruins had still not seen Zhao Xiaoyao return, and unease began to grow in their hearts.
Many disciples spoke up one after another, worry on their faces, glancing outside from time to time, hoping to catch sight of Zhao Xiaoyao’s figure.
But apart from the boundless Grey Fog and those snarling Yin Spirits, there was no movement at all.
This made their hearts sink steadily, feeling that things were turning bad.
By all reason, no matter what he was doing, Zhao Xiaoyao should have returned by now.
But he hadn’t. He was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—vanished without a trace.
“Could it be that something really happened to Shixiong Zhao?”
At this thought, one female disciple’s face suddenly turned pale, unable to accept this outcome.
“Impossible. Shixiong Zhao’s strength is so great, and he has so many artifacts—how could anything happen to him... Let’s wait a bit longer...”
“Shixiong Zhao... could he have run into the Successor of Demonic Arts?”
Someone’s voice couldn’t help but tremble, thinking of all the rumors of this period.
The existence of the Successor of Demonic Arts was no empty rumor.
In the end, although the Successor of Demonic Arts had been forced back by Gu Changge, he very likely had not left the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, and had been lurking in the shadows all along.
In other words, every one of them was actually in danger.
For Shixiong Zhao to encounter the Successor of Demonic Arts was not an impossibility.
“Tell me, could that Su-guniang be connected to the Successor of Demonic Arts? Look at her—she didn’t leave earlier, didn’t leave later, but chose exactly this moment to leave, making Shixiong Zhao chase after her alone!”
“Yeah, one look and you can tell she’s no good person!”
“The way I see it, she can’t be uninvolved in this! The timing is just too coincidental.”
At once, thinking of all this, the crowd of disciples became agitated, full of fury and hatred.
No matter what, this matter couldn’t be separated from that Su-guniang. If not for her, how would Shixiong Zhao have met with disaster?
········Seeking flowers·········
Very soon, the sudden disappearance of the Confucian Saint School’s Second Shixiong caused enormous waves throughout this Eternal Overcast Battlefield.
Although this Second Shixiong of the Confucian Saint School’s cultivation couldn’t compare to those ancient freaks,
he was still, at the very least, a renowned Young Prodigy, famous throughout the region. To vanish so silently, without even a ripple—
this was truly shocking, and deeply unsettling.
If he had encountered some powerful, unbeatable Yin Spirit, there would surely have been traces of a battle left behind.
But there were none. Nothing was left behind, as if he had vanished into thin air.
This manner of disappearance made many people’s guts turn cold, a terrifying chill rising within them.
Successor of Demonic Arts!
Almost immediately, many people thought of these five words!
Other than the Successor of Demonic Arts, who else possessed such methods?
And then, according to the accounts of the Confucian Saint School disciples, all signs pointed to this matter being inseparable from a white-clothed woman surnamed Su.
For a time, this Eternal Overcast Battlefield, silent for so long, was once again rocked by a great earthquake.
Many young powerhouses, in their fury, set out one after another of their own accord to search for this white-clothed woman, to get justice for the Confucian Saint School’s Zhao Xiaoyao.
The various entrances of this Eternal Overcast Battlefield were also guarded and watched by numerous young cultivators, precisely to prevent the Successor of Demonic Arts from leaving.
The Confucian Saint School’s Eldest Shixiong was named Jun Gou.
He was a handsome, slender young man who looked just like a frail scholar.
But those familiar with him didn’t dare underestimate him in the slightest.
Because when Jun Gou was born, three streams of literary qi descended from the heavens and gathered into his body; his every movement stirred up immense literary power.
A stroke of his brush could form mountains, a drop of his brush could form seas—all manner of mystical methods that left people dumbfounded.
“Shidi is dead, murdered by the Successor of Demonic Arts!”
At this moment, his expression was extremely dark and furious, killing intent surging.
“Da-shixiong, you must get justice for Shixiong Zhao! If not for that white-clothed woman surnamed Su, Shixiong Zhao would never have ended up like this...”
Beside Jun Gou, a female disciple wept bitterly, deeply grieved.
Her words held profound hatred toward Su Qingge.
“The way I see it, that Su-guniang is definitely connected to the Successor of Demonic Arts!”
“Da-shixiong, we have to find her quickly—while we’re at it, we might even be able to search something out of her! Find clues about Shixiong Zhao...”
“That’s right, Da-shixiong. If the school blames us later, at least we’ll have something to answer with!”
The other disciples also spoke up one after another, begging Da-shixiong Jun Gou to stand up for the murdered Zhao Xiaoyao.
If there was no accounting for this, all of them would be punished.
Even if this matter had nothing to do with that Su-guniang, they still had to seize her to give an account.
“I understand. Shidi’s vengeance must be answered for.”
“Whether or not it was the Successor of Demonic Arts’ doing, this matter is indeed inseparable from that white-clothed woman!”
After a moment of silence, Jun Gou couldn’t help but nod, his expression ice-cold.
Just then.
A disciple of the Confucian Saint School suddenly came to report, extremely agitated. “Da-shixiong, we have a trail on that white-clothed woman. She’s at the exit of the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, and we’ve already intercepted her.”
............
Hearing this, all the disciples here couldn’t help but reveal hateful expressions, though they also more or less breathed a sigh of relief.
“Perfect!”
“Let’s go! I’d like to see how she escapes now—even with wings she won’t fly away!”
Jun Gou was the first to rise, his expression ice-cold, killing intent billowing to the sky. Leading the crowd of disciples in a grand procession, he set off to give his dead shidi an accounting.
......
Meanwhile, before an enormous gateway rippling with spatial fluctuations.
Many young prodigies with powerful auras were gathered here.
Their gazes carried wariness, apprehension, and scrutiny as they looked at the white-clothed woman before them.
This place was one of the exits of the Eternal Overcast Battlefield, from which one could leave at any time for the outside world.
But now, more and more cultivators were rushing over, surrounding the place so tightly that not even water could leak through—it was quite the lively scene.
Even the mountain peaks farther away were occupied by the figures of numerous cultivators.
To describe it as the focus of ten thousand eyes would be no exaggeration at all.
Many of the people here had actually come just to watch the show.
They knew that the Confucian Saint School’s Second Shixiong had been murdered by the Successor of Demonic Arts, and that the matter had quite a few connections to the white-clothed woman before them.
Reportedly, it was when the Confucian Saint School’s Second Shixiong went chasing after this white-clothed woman that he disappeared.
So naturally, the prime suspect was this mysterious white-clothed woman.
Of course, not many people actually thought she was the Successor of Demonic Arts—at most, they thought she might have some connection to the Successor of Demonic Arts.
Even more people wanted to know how the Confucian Saint School would resolve this matter.
“You surnamed Su, why did you murder our Shixiong Zhao? He had no grudge against you—at most he merely developed feelings for you. Why would you treat him like this?”
“With a face like yours, who knew you’d have the heart of a viper...”
“Our Shixiong Zhao was truly blind. Back then, seeing you all alone, out of kindness he wanted to help you—and this is how you repaid him?”
“Hurry up and tell us, where did you take Shixiong Zhao? Even if the Successor of Demonic Arts is behind you, he can’t save you today. Be smart and confess everything honestly!”
At this moment, the Confucian Saint School disciples who had intercepted Su Qingge shouted righteously and indignantly.
Their eyes were full of fury and hatred, looking like they would never let this go.
Hearing these words, Su Qingge, standing before them, remained calm in expression, without the slightest ripple.
She said flatly,
“How many times do I have to say it—this matter has nothing to do with me.”
“After I left, I never saw Zhao Xiaoyao again. Where is he now? How would I know?”
At this point, she inwardly furrowed her brows, also unclear as to why dirty water had been splashed on her out of nowhere.
After leaving back then, she had shaken off Zhao Xiaoyao and gone elsewhere to kill Yin Spirits, planning to exchange them for points.
After that, she never saw him again.
It was only in these past few days that she heard of Zhao Xiaoyao’s misfortune.
The timing of everything during this period was simply too coincidental.
Su Qingge thought about it for a long time.
In the end, she could only chalk it up to her own rotten luck.
So now, she practically had grievances she couldn’t voice—no explanation would get through.
If it came to a fight, without using the Taboo Demonic Arts, she was at most at the True Enlightened Realm in strength.
As for using the Taboo Demonic Arts? That would simply be courting death!
Could it be that her only option was to surrender without a fight?
At this moment, Su Qingge’s heart was full of conflict and helplessness, feeling there was no way out at all.
“Still making excuses! If not for you, how would Shixiong Zhao have met with disaster?”
Hearing Su Qingge say this, the Confucian Saint School disciples grew even angrier, nearly striking out directly.
“Zhao Xiaoyao followed me of his own accord back then—what does that have to do with me? Clearly it’s you people being unreasonable. Something happened, and you don’t dare go after the Successor of Demonic Arts, so you only know how to bully a weakling like me?”
Su Qingge’s voice remained calm, but at this moment, a trace of coldness crept into it.
“What a sharp-tongued woman... When it comes down to it, if you hadn’t lured my shidi away, how would any of what followed have happened?”
At this moment, a cold laugh drifted over.
From high in the sky, streak after streak of divine rainbow descended. The one at the head was none other than the Confucian Saint School’s Da-shixiong, Jun Gou.
His expression carried coldness as he stared straight at Su Qingge, as if trying to see right through her.
Seeing that Su Qingge didn’t speak,
he continued coldly, “In my view, you cannot be unconnected to the Successor of Demonic Arts. If you want to prove otherwise, then open up your Knowledge Sea and let me examine it. If it turns out we truly wronged you,”
“we will apologize to you and let you leave safely. How about it?”
Hearing these words, whether it was Su Qingge or the many young prodigies nearby, everyone’s expression changed.
After all, the Knowledge Sea was a cultivator’s most private place, involving the divine soul and countless secrets.
For a cultivator, having one’s Knowledge Sea probed was tantamount to the ultimate humiliation—worse than death.
“Still, this is a good method...”
However, quite a few young prodigies looked tempted.
This could be considered the only viable method at present.
“Dream on.”
Su Qingge’s voice was icy cold.
Probe her Knowledge Sea?
The secrets involved in her Knowledge Sea were far greater than Zhao Xiaoyao’s death—how could she possibly let anyone examine it so easily?
“Oh? So you’re unwilling? In that case, don’t blame us!”
Jun Gou’s voice remained cold and merciless. Beneath his scholar-like appearance lay a terrifying might that made one’s heart palpitate.
As his words fell, the terrifying pressure of the Enlightened Noble Realm instantly descended, crushing down toward Su Qingge.
His cultivation had impressively already reached the Enlightened Noble Realm, far surpassing many Young Prodigies.
Su Qingge’s face couldn’t help but pale at this, her slender hands clenched tight.
She was deeply unwilling. Could it be that at this moment, she really had to expose the Taboo Demonic Arts?
In today’s situation, besides that, was there any other way to break this deadlock?
Abruptly, Gu Changge’s figure suddenly surfaced in Su Qingge’s mind.
If at this moment she revealed her relationship with Gu Changge, with his might and prestige, who would still dare make things difficult for her?
However, just as Su Qingge was about to speak.
From beyond this spatial gateway, a fluctuation suddenly came through, and the expressions of the many young prodigies all shook.
A cultivator’s figure emerged from within, his voice excited as he said, “Wonderful news!”
“Young Master Changge heard that the Successor of Demonic Arts appeared here, and is rushing over right now!”
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PS: Two chapters combined into one—too lazy to split them.