The Sect Master’s Fiery Revelation

Luo Bingning’s heart jolted. Her arms, wrapped around Zhang Xiaocha, tightened instinctively. She subtly shifted a step back, her expression calm as she said, “Sect Master, you jest. Bingning is merely speaking the truth.

“Those actions were simply unconscious reactions to you, Sect Master… After all, you used to…”

She trailed off, glancing at Shangguan Zhi, who still smiled with amusement. A faint blush bloomed on Luo Bingning’s pretty face. “You always used to get handsy with me…”

“As for Xiaocha… Junior Sister, she has only just returned to the sect. Given the gravity of the situation within the sect, I couldn’t rest easy, so I came to fetch her myself!

“It’s just that…”

“I never imagined she would be knocked unconscious by that demonic overlord. This place is dangerous, and with the enemy hidden while we are exposed, Sect Master, it would be best if we first rejoined the other Peak Lords.

“We should await rescue from the four great sects and work together to eliminate the demonic evil!” Luo Bingning bowed slowly again, her tone serious.

‘A myriad of thoughts swirled in her mind.’

‘The Sect Master actually knew so clearly about her unconscious little gestures…’

“Is that so? But Bingning, don’t you usually detest Zhang Xiaocha’s touch?” Shangguan Zhi’s brow arched slightly, a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

She stepped forward, encircling Luo Bingning’s waist. Leaning close to her ear, she exhaled a fragrant breath. “And this time, you personally came to fetch her? You’ve even held her for so long?”

Her voice was clear and cool, with an upward lilt at the end. The warm breath brushed Luo Bingning’s neck, causing her delicate body to tremble. The blush on her face deepened even further!

Luo Bingning retreated several more steps. “Sect Master, those were merely playful squabbles between junior and senior sisters.

“As her Senior Sister, I couldn’t possibly disregard my junior sister’s life! Time is of the essence now; it would be best if we first reunited with the other Peak Lords!”

“No need to rush! Since we’re already almost at the mountain gate, why don’t we first see what this so-called demonic overlord looks like?” Shangguan Zhi cast a subtle glance at Zhang Xiaocha, who was sleeping soundly in Luo Bingning’s arms, her words clearly implying more.

‘Though, most likely, that little rascal has already erased all traces.’

With a wave of her hand, a surge of potent spiritual energy instantly enveloped Luo Bingning. In the next moment, Shangguan Zhi appeared at the mountain gate of the Jade Maiden Sect.

There, the Eight-Headed Hellhound lay sprawled on the ground, limp and listless. Its tongue lolled weakly from its mouth, saliva dripping steadily from the tip, soaking into the ground and forming a puddle.

Its breathing was rapid and heavy.

Not far away, two beautiful female disciples lay entangled, their undergarments scattered beside them. They murmured incoherently, “Hmph ah~”

“Mmm-hmm~”

These sounds mingled with Little Eight’s low moans, echoing before the mountain gate.

Shangguan Zhi’s brows drew together tightly. Her eyes, once as captivating as autumn waters, instantly glazed over with a layer of frost. Her fingers unconsciously clenched, digging into her palms and leaving crescent-shaped marks.

Even though she had already witnessed this scene through her divine sense, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of fury.

Her divine sense quietly unfurled, slowly probing into the consciousness of Little Eight and the two female disciples. She searched for any memories related to that “demonic overlord.”

Witnessing this, Luo Bingning’s fingertips trembled slightly. ‘Is the Sect Master going to perform a soul search?!’

She glanced at Zhang Xiaocha in her arms, feeling her even breaths and warm body temperature, her heart a mix of conflicting emotions.

‘With Xiaocha’s Qi Condensation sixth-layer cultivation, and the hurried timing, it would be difficult for her to erase all traces immediately!’

‘Moreover, the Sect Master has already emerged from seclusion, and this matter has caused such a huge commotion that even the four great sects have been drawn in. Even with Master’s and my help, it will surely be difficult to conclude this peacefully!’

‘Given the Sect Master’s aversion to Xiaocha, when the time comes, all old and new debts will be settled. Even if Xiaocha doesn’t die, she will likely lose a layer of skin—and that’s already considering it lightly!’

‘What should I do?’

Luo Bingning’s heart trembled. The thought that Xiaocha might very well die brought an uncontrollable flow of tears to her eyes.

She lowered her gaze. She glanced at Zhang Xiaocha, still deeply asleep in her arms, and bit her lower lip fiercely with her pearly teeth. She gently raised her fair wrist.

Her fingertips softly traced over Zhang Xiaocha’s brows and eyes, her gaze gentle yet tinged with a hint of exasperation. A pang of pain shot through her heart.

‘If the price of my survival is your suffering, Xiaocha, then I would rather be the one to die…’

‘Why…’

‘Why wouldn’t you listen to me? If only you had stayed obediently in the cave, diligently cultivating with the demon core I gave you, you would have been fine…’

She bowed her head, pressing her tear-streaked cheek gently against Zhang Xiaocha’s face, rubbing softly.

“But you just had to run out!”

“Just had to run out…” Luo Bingning choked out, her cloud-like hair cascading over Zhang Xiaocha’s face with her movements.

[Ding… Luo Bingning’s Disgust Value has increased by five points. Current Disgust Value: 61 points.]

An AI prompt echoed within the unconscious Zhang Xiaocha’s sea of consciousness.

Gazing at Shangguan Zhi’s back not far away, Luo Bingning took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a trace of grim determination. She subtly retreated a few steps, a faint shimmer of light flashing from the storage ring on her finger.

In an instant,

A Boundary-Crossing Talisman, glowing with golden light, appeared in her hand. Luo Bingning stared intently at Shangguan Zhi’s back. At the slightest sign of trouble, she would flee with Xiaocha to the Western Regions of the Daughter Kingdom.

‘Living anonymously, no matter how difficult it might be outside, would be far better than Xiaocha losing her life… It’s just that in this life, I might never see Master, or Xi Xi, or the Sect Master again…’

Luo Bingning glanced at the familiar mountain gate around them, a sharp ache in her heart. A crystalline tear burst from her eye, silently sliding down her cheek to drip onto her collar, staining a small patch of fabric.

Meanwhile, within the seas of consciousness of Little Eight and the two female disciples.

The miniature figure formed from Shangguan Zhi’s divine soul arrived before a patch of thin mist. Upon it, their previous memories flickered in a continuous loop.

She gently raised her fair wrist, her divine soul power slowly probing inward. She meticulously searched for memories concerning the demonic overlord.

Soon, as if discovering something, her lips curved slightly. A strand of spiritual energy quietly infused the wisp of mist.

Immediately, a scene began to play out on the mist—

A stumbling, somewhat blurry figure appeared before the mountain gate. Yet, Shangguan Zhi couldn’t shake the feeling that the figure seemed familiar, wondering if it was just her imagination.

The next instant!

Shangguan Zhi’s pupils constricted abruptly. She saw her own figure appear on the mist.

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed crimson as if scorched by fire, making her look alluring to an almost eerie degree. She was murmuring something under her breath.

A strange feeling arose in Shangguan Zhi’s heart.

‘Strange…’

‘How could my figure be in their memories? Have I been here before?’

As she pondered, she saw within the mist:

Two gate-keeping disciples rushed forward to assist her. “Sect Master… what’s wrong?”

As if to discern what ‘Shangguan Zhi’ was saying, both leaned in to listen. Suddenly, their hands felt heavy, and before they could react, they were pressed down by ‘Shangguan Zhi’.

In the scene, ‘Shangguan Zhi’ looked enchanting, her hair disheveled. She straddled the two disciples’ legs, her body moving rapidly. “Chacha~”

“Faster~”

“Mmm~”

“Even faster~”

Her demeanor was utterly seductive.

Before the mist, Shangguan Zhi’s crimson lips were pressed into a tight, straight line, the corners turning slightly downward. The soft flesh on her cheek twitched faintly with anger. “Chacha?”

Her voice held a strange quality.

Zhang Xiaocha’s flawless face couldn’t help but surface in her mind, followed by all the mischievous acts she had committed—

“Sister Qianqian, if you talk to me, the Sect Master won’t hit me, will she?”

“Ugh… The Sect Master is so scary. Unlike me, I only care for my sisters~”

That affected, theatrical display instantly made Shangguan Zhi feel a wave of nausea. “Ugh…”

Just then, the scene within the mist flickered again.

‘Shangguan Zhi’, her eyes hazy, tightly embraced one of the female disciples, letting her legs straddle her waist. She turned slightly, elegantly raising one jade leg, causing the silver-bell anklet to chime with a crisp sound.

Her movements were gentle yet carried an undeniable command, her toes pausing precisely at the lips of the other female disciple nearby.

“Bite it off~” Her voice was soft and sweet, laced with alluring charm.

Silver moonlight bathed her flawless instep, making it appear even fairer. Around her slender ankle, a delicate silver-bell anklet shimmered faintly under the moonlight, swaying gently.

The female disciple’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked up at ‘Shangguan Zhi’, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes, yet she was drawn by an inexplicable emotion…

She slowly drew closer, her crimson lips parting as her pearly teeth gently nipped the silver bell.

With a crisp “ding” of the bell, the anklet slipped from ‘Shangguan Zhi’s’ ankle and was taken into the disciple’s mouth. She knelt, moving softly until she was before ‘Shangguan Zhi’, then slightly bowed her head and placed the bell-adorned anklet into ‘Shangguan Zhi’s’ palm.

Her face was flushed peach-pink, her waterfall-like hair cascading behind her. A gentle breeze swept past, bringing a faint coolness that made her delicate body tremble slightly.

‘Shangguan Zhi’s’ breathing quickened. She pulled the disciple beneath her, and simultaneously, a surge of spiritual energy erupted from her body, pouring directly into the silver bell.

In an instant,

A wave of crisp sound swept outwards. “Ding-ding-ding—“

At the mountain gate, the once towering and mighty Eight-Headed Hellhound instantly became dull-eyed and collapsed to the ground. Its tongue lolled weakly from its mouth, saliva dripping steadily from the tip, soaking into the ground and forming a puddle.

Concurrently, the soft gasps of the two women beneath grew heavier.

Before the mist,

Shangguan Zhi stared intently at the scene before her, her originally shimmering eyes now bloodshot and wide with disbelief. Her chest heaved violently. “I… I, the Sect Master, am actually this seductive?!”

“Hiss—”

She instinctively lowered her gaze to herself, her graceful curves catching her eye, and her breath suddenly hitched.

Her jade hand couldn’t help but slip inside her skirt.

Just then, as if realizing something, she looked up blankly. “Wait! This… this hateful Zhang Xiaocha couldn’t possibly be trying to pin the blame on me, could she?!”

Outside,

Shangguan Zhi, who had been standing still, suddenly erupted with an extremely powerful aura that shot straight into the sky.

Her once clear and bright eyes now blazed with fierce flames. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, knuckles white from the immense force, as she uttered each word distinctly: “Zhang! Xiao! Cha!”

Her voice was brimming with fury.