The disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect heard “three years facing the wall” and secretly shot venomous glances at Hu Zi.
It was all this demon bastard’s fault!
“What are you looking at? If three years feels too short, make it thirty!” Yun Xi snapped.
Instantly, every disciple yanked their gaze back and hung their heads even lower.
Yun Xi continued, “I don’t care how other sects treat demons. As long as demons do not provoke our Qingyun Sword Sect, no one from our sect is allowed to hunt them.”
“If any of you dare act like this again, I will not forgive you.”
With that, she turned back to Hu Zi and said apologetically, “Hu Zi, on their behalf I apologise to you. Please don’t stoop to their level.”
Hu Zi replied, “Master’s wife, you are too courteous. We are all one family; I won’t hold it against them.”
The Qingyun disciples’ eyes nearly popped out. You’re a demon. Since when are we family?
“What a good, obedient child. Here, this little trinket is for you.” Yun Xi took out a silver bracelet from her spatial ring and handed it to Hu Zi.
The bracelet was covered in dense runes; anyone could tell at a glance it was no ordinary item.
“Thank you, Master’s wife.” Hu Zi was about to accept it when a Qingyun disciple shouted.
“Wait!”
One disciple cried anxiously, “Holy Maiden, the Vajra Bracelet is a sacred artefact! How can you give it to a demon?”
What? This bracelet was a sacred artefact?
Hu Zi froze.
Ye Qiu sighed inwardly. As expected of the daughter of the top sect master in the Eastern Desolation. A sacred artefact as a casual gift. Truly a rich woman!
“The Vajra Bracelet belongs to me. I give it to whomever I wish. If anyone else speaks out of turn, don’t blame me for being rude.”
Yun Xi glared at the disciple who had spoken, then smiled gently at Hu Zi. “Take it. Consider it a meeting gift from me. I hope you won’t dislike it.”
Who would dislike a sacred artefact!
Hu Zi hesitated. “Master’s wife, this gift is too precious. I…”
Before he could finish, Yun Xi stuffed the Vajra Bracelet into his hand. “Try it on.”
Hu Zi no longer refused and slipped it onto his wrist. It fit perfectly.
“Thank you, Master’s wife.” Hu Zi said gratefully.
Yun Xi laughed. “No need to thank me. It’s nothing special. I’m just glad you like it.”
The Qingyun disciples stared with red, envious eyes.
At the same time, they silently grumbled about Yun Xi.
“The Holy Maiden is far too generous. He only called her ‘Master’s wife’ once, and she gave away the Vajra Bracelet.”
At that moment, Long-Browed Daoist zipped over to Yun Xi with a cheeky grin. “Fairy Yun Xi, if you don’t mind, this poor daoist could also call you ‘Master’s wife’?”
Yun Xi: “…”
“Have you no shame?” Ye Qiu cursed.
Long-Browed Daoist didn’t bat an eye and chuckled. “If this poor daoist had shame, would I still be alive today?”
“Face means nothing. Sacred artefacts do.”
“Fairy Yun Xi, if you don’t object, I’ll start kowtowing right now.”
Yun Xi covered her mouth and laughed delicately. “Daoist, when you have time, remember to visit the Qingyun Sword Sect. I’ll give you a sacred artefact.”
“This poor daoist has time right now.” Long-Browed Daoist turned to Ye Qiu. “Little brat, shall we head straight to the Qingyun Sword Sect after leaving the mountain?”
Ye Qiu glared at him. The old man instantly understood Ye Qiu’s meaning, sighed, and said, “Fairy Yun Xi, once the little brat finishes his business, this poor daoist will accompany him to the Qingyun Sword Sect to find you.”
“Very well.” Yun Xi smiled and agreed, then walked back to her sect disciples. “All the major experts have been eliminated. Now is the perfect time for you to search for treasures.”
“I won’t travel with you. Go look for treasures on your own!”
“After you find them, you may leave the mountain by yourselves. No need to wait for me.”
“Also, everything concerning Changsheng must be kept strictly secret. Anyone who leaks it will be executed for betraying the sect.”
“Finally, stay safe and make sure you leave Immortality Mountain before it closes. Understood?”
The Qingyun disciples answered in unison, “Understood!”
“Off you go then!” Yun Xi waved her hand, and the group of disciples swiftly departed.
Once they were gone, Lin Da-niao asked eagerly, “Big brother, what about that golden coffin? Did you get it?”
Before Ye Qiu could answer, Long-Browed Daoist scolded Lin Da-niao. “You pig brain! If he hadn’t obtained a supreme opportunity, would the little brat have come back?”
“Right, little brat, what exactly is inside that golden coffin?”
Ye Qiu shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Long-Browed Daoist looked sceptical.
“I really don’t know,” Ye Qiu said. “I haven’t gained its full recognition yet, so I have no idea what the golden coffin’s origin is or what it contains.”
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Hu Zi with a smile. “It’s been a while, kid. You’ve grown taller!”
Hu Zi grinned honestly. “Master, you’ve become even more handsome.”
“Hu Zi, tell me, haven’t I become more handsome too?” Long-Browed Daoist interrupted.
Hu Zi glanced at him and curled his lip. “Since when have you had anything to do with handsome?”
Long-Browed Daoist shook his head and sighed. “Hu Zi, you’ve changed! Lying at such a young age. Where has your innocence gone?”
Hu Zi rolled his eyes. “I’m telling the truth.”
Long-Browed Daoist said, “Whether you admit it or not, this poor daoist’s handsomeness is obvious to all…”
“Enough chit-chat.” Ye Qiu cut him off. “Hu Zi, hurry and tell me what happened. How did you end up with the demon race?”
“It’s a long story,” Hu Zi said. “That day on Kunlun Mountain, I shattered the dragon turtle with one spear thrust, then got enveloped in white light. My head felt heavy, as if I entered some mysterious passage.”
“When I opened my eyes again, I was on an altar surrounded by people wearing strange clothes.”
“Later I learned that place was the Northern Domain of the cultivation world, demon race territory.”
“The people around the altar were demon race powerhouses.”
“Before I could figure out what was going on, they all knelt to me, calling me the young master of the demon race and holding a grand welcome ceremony.”
“From then on I lived among the demons. The elders taught me cultivation, made me bathe in medicinal liquids daily, and drink beast blood. My body grew stronger and my cultivation rose quickly.”
“A few days ago, a group of elders told me Immortality Mountain had appeared and that my destiny awaited inside, so they insisted I come.”
“They set up another teleportation array and sent me in.”
Hu Zi scratched his head and smiled honestly. “Master, it’s been so long. I really missed you all.”
Ye Qiu was astonished. He hadn’t expected Hu Zi’s experiences to be so extraordinary.
“Hu Zi, did you find your destiny?” Ye Qiu asked.
Hu Zi shook his head. “I didn’t find anything.”
At that exact moment, Ye Qiu quietly noticed the vermilion blood coffin inside his Qiankun pouch tremble slightly.
