Shen Qingxuan, who had been respectfully listening to his senior sister, froze upon hearing Qi Manwei’s words. He stared at her for a good dozen breaths before slowly saying, “Even if you know I’m Shui Qingshu, your master, how could you possibly know I left a law trace in the Light Path Scroll?”
Shen Qingxuan was well aware that since Qi Manwei had investigated to this extent, there was no point in hiding any longer.
Qi Manwei looked at Shui Qingshu with scorn, “Because my dao companion told me. I must have been blind to have treated a thief as my father for so many years.”
“Your dao companion?” Shen Qingxuan’s eyes narrowed. Qi Manwei had a dao companion? No, her primordial yin was still intact, so whether she had a dao companion or not, it wouldn’t diminish her usefulness to him.
That said, Shen Qingxuan still felt a twinge of discomfort. He simply walked to a stone chair in the courtyard, sat down, and sighed, “Some things are mysterious. Knowing them can hurt you, while ignorance might bring happiness. Since it’s come to this, I’ll be honest with you. Both you and I are destined to step into the Creation Saint realm.
But do you know why there are only a few Creation Saints in the Land of Eternal Life? It’s because too many can’t sever their mundane ties. Your parents are gone, which cuts off your worldly roots. This is good for both you and me. In the future, if we become dao companions and step into the Creation Saint realm together, roaming the Land of Eternal Life freely, wouldn’t that be delightful?”
“Beast,” Qi Manwei’s voice was ice-cold.
As she spoke, she realised her mistake. Back then, Lan Xiaobu had suspected that Shui Qingshu’s gift of the Light Path Scroll was problematic because it contained a law trace. Yet she had refuted Lan Xiaobu, believing he didn’t understand her master. How laughable the truth was—Lan Xiaobu had been right, and she had been too naive.
Suddenly, Qi Manwei shivered instinctively. If she hadn’t been fond of Lan Xiaobu, whose words had planted a seed of doubt in her heart, then perhaps…
She didn’t dare think further. The idea of becoming dao companions with the beast before her was so horrifying that even if she reincarnated, she’d feel tainted.
“Thank you, Xiaobu,” Qi Manwei murmured to herself. She suddenly understood why Lan Xiaobu had abruptly agreed to her proposal, saying they could discuss becoming dao companions after she reached the Creation Saint realm. Back then, he must have realised he couldn’t convince her, so instead of arguing, he took another approach to thwart Shen Qingxuan’s intentions completely.
But you promised, and I’ll definitely find you. Qi Manwei silently resolved that, whether Lan Xiaobu had agreed out of concern for her falling into Shen Qingxuan’s trap or not, she would seek him out. She had missed too many things in her life, and if she let this slip, she might never forgive herself.
“There’s no time like the present. I had planned to cultivate some affection between us, but since you haven’t practised the Light Great Path, I’ll skip that step. Stay here and help me step into the Creation Saint realm,” Shen Qingxuan said with a laugh, standing and walking towards Qi Manwei.
Looking at her otherworldly beauty, his heart trembled with excitement. How long had he waited for this day?
If they couldn’t be dao companions, then Qi Manwei would become his cauldron. It wouldn’t waste her peerless beauty or her chaotic dao body, and he wouldn’t need to invest any more emotion. He wouldn’t let her slip away again—a mistake made once couldn’t be repeated. If he hadn’t wanted Qi Manwei to willingly become his cauldron, he wouldn’t have waited until today.
Seeing Shen Qingxuan approach, Qi Manwei’s eyes flashed with undisguised disgust and hatred. Then she sighed. Although Shen Qingxuan hadn’t taught her any divine techniques, he had shown her many things she’d never encountered before.
Without those experiences, she might not have survived to this day, let alone become a Creation Saint.
“Why don’t you ask why Ji Congkong told me it was Shen Qingxuan who ordered him to kill my parents?” Qi Manwei’s eyes carried a mocking glint. No matter what, her parents’ blood feud would be avenged today.
“Why?” Shen Qingxuan paused. Indeed, something was off.
Ji Congkong and he had an agreement; Ji Congkong would never have told Qi Manwei such a thing.
The mockery in Qi Manwei’s eyes deepened. “Because I killed him.”
“You killed Ji Congkong?” Shen Qingxuan’s eyes contracted, and he instinctively stepped back, only to pale instantly. The space around him was completely locked by a domain—one he couldn’t possibly break. It was clearly the domain of a true Creation Saint.
“You’re already in the Creation Saint realm? How is that possible?” Shen Qingxuan said it was impossible, but deep down, he knew it was true. The reason he couldn’t discern Qi Manwei’s strength was simply that his cultivation was too low.
“What do you think?” Qi Manwei waved her hand, and a deathly aura locked onto Shen Qingxuan.
“Manwei, for the sake of me once being your master, please show mercy. Cultivation is also about the heart. If you lack even a shred of emotion and kill your master, your path will collapse,” Shen Qingxuan pleaded urgently.
Qi Manwei sneered, “Didn’t you just say you wanted to cut off mundane roots? How can you still speak human words? You’re right—if I can’t even avenge my parents’ murder, what right do I have to cultivate?”
As she spoke, her killing laws swept over. Shen Qingxuan wanted to beg further, but the deathly force began tearing apart his law foundation, body, and consciousness. Despair accompanied an eternal darkness, and Shen Qingxuan knew he had no future.
Qi Manwei stepped out of the Listening Path Tower, looking beyond the Creation Market. She silently resolved to find Lan Xiaobu.
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Guanyun.
A cloud-shaped flying treasure approached unhurriedly. The Reflective Path Saint, Xu Beizhong, sat on his ship, frowning.
In the past, Creation Saints were the heavens in the Land of Eternal Life, the ultimate existences. But ever since Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji arrived, Creation Saints had either died or fled.
If a Creation Saint couldn’t even ensure their safety in the Land of Eternal Life, what was the point of being one? Even if their body could remain immortal, what use was it if others could still kill them? The Heavenly Mechanism Saint was gone, and the Eternal Life Saint and Thunder Saint would likely leave as well. Would that leave him, the Reflective Path Saint, as the only one in the Land of Eternal Life?
No, he, Xu Beizhong, had to leave this place too. If others could seek the fourth step of the Great Path, why couldn’t he?
Moreover, with Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu here, staying was far from safe. Not only were these two terrifyingly powerful, but their treasures were equally astounding. And recently, a Creation Saint ally of theirs had appeared. Staying here was tantamount to seeking death.
More importantly, these two were cunning. If it hadn’t been for the Heavenly Mechanism Saint’s warning last time, the Land of Eternal Life might no longer have a Reflective Path Saint.
At this thought, the Reflective Path Saint’s body trembled slightly. Since Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji had ambushed him once, couldn’t they do it again? If they were hiding outside his dojo for another ambush, he might truly be in danger.
With this in mind, he immediately turned his flying treasure, intending to leave quickly.
But as he did, his expression changed. This was clearly his dojo, yet the spatial laws here were becoming blurry. The spatial laws he could control were growing fainter, and he was certain that soon he wouldn’t be able to sense any spatial laws at all.
“Who’s there?” The Reflective Path Saint instinctively tried to send out a transmission sword.
If two Derivation Realm cultivators had tried to surround him in the past, he would have laughed it off. But now, he didn’t dare entertain such thoughts.
How did the Heaven and Earth Saint die? At the hands of these two. If the Heaven and Earth Saint’s death wasn’t vivid enough, the Immortal Saint, Zhuang Yinchen, had died right before his eyes. Though he had deliberately delayed his rescue, the fact that two Derivation Realm cultivators could kill Zhuang Yinchen in their presence was no small feat.
“You’ve already guessed it’s us, so why ask?” Lan Xiaobu’s figure appeared, his tone calm.
“No need to wait for the Eternal Life Saint or the Thunder Saint. Your message won’t get out, and I doubt they’d come to help you anyway. Just like you didn’t help the Immortal Saint. Remember, in your next life, don’t go destroying other people’s planes so casually,” Mo Wuji’s voice came from the other side.
Lan Xiaobu chuckled, “He probably won’t get a chance to reincarnate.”
As he spoke, the vast and boundless cosmic mill roared forward, locking down all the spacetime laws in the area.
