"Why do we have to interfere?" Ning Xian retorted. "Chaos and chaos are what make the Demonic Sect so special. Do we have to behave like those righteous sects?"
"But what about them..."
"Yeah, it was a bit noisy, but they'll probably break up once they've had their fill. Let's go, you must be tired after all that traveling, let's go rest."
"Ah, Ning Xian..." Yu Lin looked at Ning Xian, who was walking away, and then at the Netherworld Heaven and Bliss Heaven followers who were already fighting each other. She sighed helplessly. Okay, let's go!
—Finally back!
Ning Xian collapsed onto her bed. This noisy environment was the only one she was familiar with. Only here could she completely erase the traces left by the Bai family on her—she was [Jialing] of Youmingtian, not a daughter-in-law of the Bai family.
From then on, the carefree days returned.
Ning Xian fell asleep on the bed, not knowing when she opened her eyes. She was startled by a dark figure in front of her. When she looked closely, she saw that Long Jue had moved a stool and was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, holding a ledger and looking at it carefully.
Black line...
"Big brother... why are you looking at someone else's account book by their bedside...?" Could it be that he has finally caught the perverted disease too?
Long Jue then put down the account book and said as usual, "I heard you were back, so I came to see you. I didn't disturb you because you were sleeping."
...So he brought a stool and account books to wait for her to wake up? What could be so urgent that he had to come and "see" it as soon as she woke up? ...I'm getting more and more confused about this brother.
...Are you worried about her?
“I heard about your husband’s family from Yulin. Since you’re back, stay. I don’t think your parents want you to go back. — Here’s a debt that’s been outstanding for a long time. Go collect it.” A sheet was handed to her, and Ning Xian was stunned and speechless—wait, wait! This topic jumped way too fast!
"Brother, I've just been treated so cruelly by my husband's family. I'm finally able to come back and catch my breath. You should at least let me rest for a couple of days, right?"
Long Jue was about to leave after finishing his story when he heard her words and turned back, saying, "If you don't think your husband's family is being cruel, then it's not cruel." With that, he turned and left.
Ning Xian was stunned and bewildered. When did his older brother become so "Zen-like"?
...He really isn't far from being a pervert, is he?
Looking down at the list of tasks... Sigh... Such difficult, time-consuming, and physically demanding tasks are usually not hers to do, right? Long Jue is really "taking care" of her this time—is he trying to keep her too busy to be sad? (—Disgusting) Or is he just like water spilled from a cup, planning to squeeze every last drop of oil out of this "other people's daughter-in-law" who has clearly already married but has run back, making the most of her resources?
Is it possible for her to recover the debts owed to the Giant Axe Sect?
The Giant Axe Sect originally consisted of rioters from the Jiangcheng and Longcheng areas during the late Zhu Nan period. They turned to banditry because they could no longer make a living, robbing wealthy merchants and government officials. After many years of changes, their nature completely changed, transforming into a simple underworld gang, and their strength gradually grew.
Originally, the Netherworld Heaven and the Giant Axe Sect kept to themselves. However, a few years ago, the Giant Axe Sect became arrogant and ignorant of its own limitations, which angered the Netherworld Heaven. At that time, the sect leader ordered [Phoenix] to lead a group to the Netherworld Heaven, and they almost destroyed the sect. As a result, the Giant Axe Sect agreed to submit to the Netherworld Heaven, pay tribute every year, and never offend the Netherworld Heaven again. This settled the matter.
Several years later, the Giant Axe Sect has changed hands. The new sect leader is arrogant and dissatisfied, delaying the payment of annual tributes and even speaking rudely to the Netherworld Heaven.
It was clear they were plotting a rebellion, attempting to break free from the control of the Netherworld. Long Jue had indeed given her a huge problem—but what puzzled her was that such matters were usually handled by the Eight Legions of the Netherworld, so why was it [Phoenix] of the Four Spirits who led the group to the Giant Axe Gate a few years ago? Weren't the people of Blissful Heaven only responsible for poisons and assassinations—in other words, assassins?
For Feng, it seems that her only memory is of those cold and arrogant eyes.
—Asking him for help to go to the Giant Axe Sect again is probably impossible, isn't it? Looking at the sky, it's not even past noon yet, so it's better to set off now.
She got up and changed her clothes, still wearing her usual black outfit with dark green vine patterns, exuding a bewitching and sinister aura. Once she washed off her makeup, a faint, alluring charm was revealed in her eyes and brows. She brought twenty of her familiar subordinates, deciding to first scout the situation and assess the opponent's strength. If the opponent's strength exceeded her capabilities, she would naturally borrow troops from Long Jue before engaging in battle.
The Giant Axe Sect was built against the mountain, and it looked more like a bandit's den than a gang. Ning Xian led his men down the mountain, but they didn't see a single sentry or guard; the surroundings were completely quiet.
She asked one of her men, who had been here before, "Is this always like this here?"
"No, there should be sentries near the foot of the mountain. You should be able to see guards when you get here."
Ning Xian nodded. "It seems they already know we're here—judging by this way of welcoming us, things are probably not going to end well."
"Lord Jialing, should we return to the sect and send more men?"
"We'll retreat first, then have the others wait ten miles away. Leave two people behind and I will sneak in again to investigate separately."
"yes."
If she went back without figuring out the situation or even seeing the other party, she would be thrown out by that stern-faced boss.
She nimbly leaped through the trees, entering the mountain from a secluded spot. The gates of the Giant Axe Sect were visible in the distance. Before she could even scale the courtyard wall, several cold arrows shot through the air. She deftly dodged them by lowering her body mid-air. Before landing in the courtyard, she felt something amiss on the ground. Using only her toes for leverage, she leaped upwards—but suddenly, a large net rose up from the ground, rapidly closing in on her. With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, she couldn't increase her speed, and it seemed she was about to be encircled by the net—
Suddenly, a gust of wind howled through the air, and she felt a lightness on her shoulder as a hand grabbed her shoulder, pulling her away from the net's range. Without pausing, she flew directly out of the courtyard—
This person's internal strength didn't seem very deep, unable to support the two of them flying very far. As soon as they passed the high wall, they landed on the ground and grabbed Ning Xian's wrist to run. She stared at the person in front of her in astonishment. Although she knew from the moment he couldn't hold on and was about to fall that he wasn't one of the same sect members who came with her, and their martial arts skills couldn't be so poor, she still didn't expect to see a completely unfamiliar face.
He was holding her hand, so all he could see was her profile—just a profile, yet as serene as a chrysanthemum, focused solely on pulling her away… His earnestness and concentration made Ning Xian completely forget that she could be the one pulling him away, her lightness skill far surpassing his.
Chapter 15 The Netherworld Cult 3
After running a long distance, they stopped when it seemed no one was chasing them. Ning Xian was still breathing steadily, but the other person was already panting heavily.
Ning Xian never imagined she would be saved by someone with such poor martial arts skills—although she grew up in the Demonic Sect, her views on the hierarchy of martial arts skills naturally differed from those of ordinary people. To the average martial artist, this person's skills might be considered average, or even slightly better.
Only then did she have time to properly observe the person before her. He wore a pale yellow robe, as soft as the autumn sunlight, both warm and cool. The fabric was fine, but the texture was gentle, understated and unpretentious. His features were serene, giving a sense of tranquility. He might not be stunningly beautiful, but he possessed a harmonious and pleasing appearance.
--very beautiful.
This was the first time Ning Xian had used the word "beautiful" to describe a man. It wasn't about being stunningly beautiful, handsome, dashing, or otherworldly; it was simply about being pretty—very pretty, very good-looking.
Noticing Ning Xian scrutinizing him, he paused slightly, his breathing becoming calm, though a hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes.
His beautiful eyes seemed veiled by a thin, indistinct mist, obscuring his true emotions and making them difficult to discern. Only the lingering hesitation and uncertainty were utterly evident.
"Thank you for saving me." Ning Xian spoke first, feeling that if she didn't speak, the silence would continue indefinitely.
After hesitating for a moment, the other person slowly shook their head, a faint, almost bewildered smile appearing on their lips.
This person was so "quiet," so quiet that it seemed everyone around him would fall silent along with him. Ning Xian didn't think he had seen him before. If they weren't acquaintances, why did he offer to help? And why in this place?