novelraw Chapter 69 : Senior Sister, Where Did Your Demon Mark Come From
Chapter 69 : Senior Sister, Where Did Your Demon Mark Come From
Chapter 69: Senior Sister, Where Did Your Demon Mark Come From
Qiu Yuehan’s perception was much clearer.
Killing intent.
A boundless tide of killing intent surged over.
Qiu Yuehan could not bear the will that came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Her face turned pale, and she nearly fainted.
The White Domain Dao Sect’s master wanted to kill Junior Sister!? Or perhaps, kill herself along with her!?
Jiang Jiayi let out a cold laugh: “Why are you so angry? Could it be that you intend to kill your own master’s wife and your junior sister?”
The killing intent abruptly vanished.
A gentle voice from the Dao Sect’s master came: “Of course not, I will instead take good care.”
Qiu Yuehan realized she could move again, and in the next moment, she was pushed out of the tent.
Jiang Jiayi was not surprised at all.
After knowing the other party for so many years, she had long since grasped her temperament.
She also guessed that she would not like suddenly having a junior sister and, well, a master’s wife.
Therefore, naturally, Qiu Yuehan and Xia Lianxue were left for her to take care of.
The Dao Sect’s master’s voice came from behind the gauze curtains: “In a few days, take this little junior sister of mine to the Spirit Clan. As for that master’s wife, take care of her on my behalf. I must suppress demons and will have no time for filial piety.”
Jiang Jiayi’s lips curved, half-smiling, half-mocking: “So you are indeed quite busy. But if I go to pay respects to Master’s wife, then whose disciple is Daoist Chang’an’s in the end—yours, or mine? Heh, and to think back then, who was it that carefully schemed for all of this...”
Her words were abruptly cut off: “If you can seize this title, then try it for yourself!”
A stream of clear qi surged forth, sweeping the two of them down the mountain together.
Jiang Jiayi did not resist, only shielding Qiu Yuehan.
Qiu Yuehan’s lips trembled, her cool face full of confusion: “Why...”
“You want to ask why she treats Daoist Chang’an with such an attitude?”
“Yes.”
“In time you will know. Remember, words that should not be spoken must never be spoken.”
Qiu Yuehan immediately understood Jiang Jiayi’s intentions.
This one, born with a sword body, had already made up her mind—even though the other party had guessed that Daoist Chang’an was most likely not dead, she would not explain Lu Changyuan’s existence.
After all, the Dao Sect’s master always preferred to deceive herself.
Xia Lianxue could not enter meditation at all.
She paced anxiously within the courtyard.
The tribulation lightning had already vanished.
But how was Young Master? Was he alright?
The little Immortal Fairy bit her lip, sorrow nearly overflowing from her delicate, painterly brows.
She was exceedingly beautiful, her tall and slender figure imbued with elegance in every gesture, like a pool of gentle spring water.
Having just shed the greenness of girlhood, now she was like a blossoming poplar flower, refined yet with a bone-deep charm.
When Jiang Jiayi arrived, what she saw was Xia Lianxue holding her cheeks in her hands, gazing at the scene beyond the Tianshan.
Softening time, stilling the years.
“Come with me to the Heavenly Pool to heal.”
Xia Lianxue turned her head, the brokenness in her eyes heartbreaking to see.
She wished to know Lu Changyuan’s condition, but once she left Tianshan, all of Lu Changyuan’s efforts would be wasted.
Thus, she could only endure this torment alive.
Jiang Jiayi sighed: “He is fine, at least not dead.
For him, as long as he is not dead, it is no different from being in full strength.”
Brother Lu had once said—
In this world, aside from life and death, there was nothing of greater consequence.
But was Brother Lu alive or dead, who could say?
Xia Lianxue’s thoughts ran wild, her heart trembling.
“He must still be alive. Your senior sister... let’s call her your senior sister, shall we? The demon mark on her body still remains. If he were dead, the mark would have vanished.”
“Demon mark? What demon mark?”
Xia Lianxue looked up blankly: “Senior Sister has a demon mark?”
This was the first time Xia Lianxue had heard of such a thing.
Jiang Jiayi frowned: “You didn’t know? He placed a demon mark on your senior sister. Her life is tied to it... In short, this mark reflects his condition. If he dies, the mark disappears.”
Xia Lianxue’s eyes widened, the little Immortal Fairy hurriedly said: “Where is Senior Sister?”
“At the Heavenly Pool. I was just about to take you there to heal.”
“Take me quickly!”
Jiang Jiayi did not waste more words, immediately wrapping Xia Lianxue in light and bringing her straight to the back mountain’s Heavenly Pool.
It was a vast cold pool, where misty chill had frosted the bamboo forest surrounding it, yet strangely, the bamboo remained lush and verdant.
Only two people were qualified to use this pool.
The Dao Sect’s master usually dwelled upon the mountain peak, so only Jiang Jiayi came here.
Jiang Jiayi lifted the restriction outside the bamboo forest and brought Xia Lianxue to the edge of the pool.
Amidst the faint white mist, a body as if wrought by heaven and earth itself sat by the waterside, soaking its feet.
Looking closer—it was a pair of smooth, delicate, exquisite feet, with ten round, tender pink toes like pearls, green veins tracing the elegant arch of her raised instep.
An emerald anklet at her ankle added a touch of verdant beauty, making them seem all the more ascetic and forbidden.
“Senior Sister!”
Xia Lianxue cried out loudly, then transformed into a stream of light and rushed into the cold pool, splashing layers of waves.
Qiu Yuehan had been lost in thought, wholly unprepared for Xia Lianxue’s sudden charge, and was knocked into the pool.
“Let me see Senior Sister’s shoulder.”
How could Qiu Yuehan resist Xia Lianxue? In just a few swift motions, her robes were stripped, exposing her fair, rounded shoulders to the air.
The red demon mark entered Xia Lianxue’s eyes.
The frightening mark, at this moment, looked strangely beautiful in the little Immortal Fairy’s gaze.
As long as Young Master was still alive, it was enough.
“Junior Sister, what are you doing!”
Only then did Qiu Yuehan react.
It was over.
All over!
Having just been through the Dao Sect’s master, now her junior sister had discovered it as well.
Qiu Yuehan felt the cold pool water was not as icy as her body.
Her earlobes burned red, her head dizzy, and her tender toes pressed deep imprints into the ground beneath.
“Junior Sister...
y-you let me go first.”
But Xia Lianxue refused to relent.
She was already employing the Dao of Time to examine Qiu Yuehan’s demon mark, unraveling layer upon layer to glimpse Lu Changyuan’s fate.
She found nothing.
Qiu Yuehan bit her lip, scarlet blooming across her frosty immortal face.
Shame tangled with countless other emotions, making her feel like killing someone.
Only then did Xia Lianxue let go, exhaling in relief.
As long as Young Master was alive, it was enough.
“Senior Sister... I was too rude.”
The little Immortal Fairy finally realized how presumptuous her actions had been.
Her senior sister’s white robes had been roughly pulled apart, her jade-like shoulder still faintly pink with her fingerprints.
Watching the two play, Jiang Jiayi, in a daze, recalled the days long ago when she and the Dao Sect’s master had still been disciples.
It had been so long.
Later, she would carefully remind them not to expose Lu Changyuan’s existence.
Thus, she removed her outer robes, wearing only a crimson silk dudou, and sank her graceful figure into the pool.
“Enough, both of you enter the cold pool to heal.
This pool absorbs the essence of Tianshan, and is of great benefit to cultivation.”
Jiang Jiayi gazed at the falling bamboo leaves, her hand brushing her shoulder, where once a demon mark had also existed.
“Senior Sister, I had long known your bond with Young Master was not shallow, but I never thought it would be this sort of bond.”
The heart that Qiu Yuehan had just managed to settle rose again into her throat.
She stammered: “It was an accident...
Xia Lianxue laughed softly, her tone unreadable: “That day in the room, what were you two going to do?”
Qiu Yuehan felt she should never have come to the cold pool today.
Her skin was thin, and she could not bear such interrogation.
“Discussing the Dao, yes, discussing the Dao.”
Why are you asking me? It’s your man you cannot keep under control.
Who knows in which little demoness’s bed he lies even now!