CH 23.2

When Shen Wanqing woke up, it was already late in the morning.

She sat up with a jolt, looked around and found that Xie Wuyan was not in the room anymore, only a plate of pastries were on the table, which seemed to be reserved for herself.

The system did not alert her that Zeng Ziyun had been murdered. It looks like Xie Wuyan had not gone out to kill her last night.

Thinking of this, Shen Wanqing finally relaxed her mind.

As soon as she was relaxed, her stomach started to churn with hunger.

So she washed up briefly, rolled up the sheets on the floor, and then sat down at the table. She picked up a piece of almond pastry with some chopsticks, preparing to deliver it into her mouth.

At this moment, she heard the door slam and it was pushed open, banging straight against wall—

“Brother Xie! Come and try my new chestnut cake!”

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“Practice your swordsmanship?” Zeng Ziyun sneered, “Who let you come into Big Brother Xie’s room? How could a girl like you be so shameless, you even touched his things. Don’t you know that he hates other people touching his things?”

Shen Wanqing said honestly: “To tell the truth, Xie Wuyan let me in.”

“You are lying!”

Zeng Ziyun stomped her foot, walked in and grabbed Shen Wanqing’s arm, dragging her out, “I have been here for so many days, and Brother Xie won’t even let me into his room. How could he possibly let you in? I think you are simply just pestering and harassing him, how can you not know the rules! Today I must lecture you in front of Brother Ji and let him uphold justice.”

As such, Shen Wanqing was dragged all the way to the hall of Xuantian Sect before she even finished eating a bite of her almond pastry.

As soon as she walked in, she found that the hall was full of people.

Ji Feichen and them were all there, with Xie Wuyan sitting to his left, surrounded by the elders and high-level disciples of the Xuantian Sect.

Even Feng Yaoqing, who hadn’t recovered yet from her injury, was supported by a maid and sitting to the side.

It looked like there was something important being discussed.

The two broke in unexpectedly, so everyone’s gaze was focused on them.

Ji Feichen was taken aback for a moment: “Wanqing, what are you guys…”

Shen Wanqing was exhausted both physically and mentally.

She discovered that this kind of stupid mess between young girls was even more troublesome than eliminating demons and ridding monsters.

The key point was that Zeng Ziyun’s identity was special, so she couldn’t even use her trick of knocking her unconscious.

Seeing this, Xie Wuyan frowned slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and glanced past Zeng Ziyun to look at Shen Wanqing.

As soon as Shen Wanqing had woken up, she was pulled over here before even eating. Her whole body felt weak, she even slowly and casually yawned.

“I saw her sneaking in Big Brother Xie’s room just now.” Zeng Ziyun saw that her father was also here, so she became a little more confident and her voice was clearer, “I say, how can a girl randomly barge into someone else’s room, and even touch their things…”

Xie Wuyan opened his mouth, “I let her in.”

Before Zeng Ziyun finished speaking, she was interrupted by a light and calm voice.

Xie Wuyan raised his eyes, glanced over at Shen Wanqing, and then stopped at Zeng Ziyun’s face: “I let her in, is that not allowed?”

The atmosphere suddenly went quiet.

The people around immediately understood what was going on. After all, as the daughter of the Xuantian Sect elder, Zeng Ziyun’s high-profile pursuit of Xie Wuyan these days was well known.

Zeng Ziyun’s face flushed red, and she couldn’t say anything.

The elder coughed and hurriedly said, “Really, she has the temperament of a child. You both can find a seat to sit down on.”

Zeng Ziyun might have felt a bit embarrassed, so she stood rigidly without moving.

Shen Wanqing glanced left and right, seeing an empty seat beside Ji Feichen.

She pondered for a moment, looking at the current situation, the one who was embarrassed was not her, so instead of standing like a prisoner, she might as well find a place to sit down.

And along the way, she’d eat some cakes on the table, otherwise she would be very hungry.

When she was about to go towards the direction of Ji Feichen, she was caught off guard by Xie Wuyan, who had dragged onto her arm. Before she could react, she was pressed onto the chair beside him.

Shen Wanqing tried to struggle, but only heard a cold tone come from him: “Sit down.”

She immediately sat up straight obediently.

Upon seeing this, Zeng Ziyun’s eyes turned redder.

“Why are you still standing there?” The elder may have felt embarrassed, and it was rare to hear a reprimanding tone, “Xiao Yun, what are the rules I have taught you normally? You wronged someone without evidence, and you even brought the commotion over here, how could you fail to grasp the big picture? Do you want to be punished through transcribing?”

Feng Yaoqing tried to help resolve the situation: “Forget it, forget it, it’s all just jokes between children, you don’t have to be angry, elder…”

Shen Wanqing was holding a cup of tea, leaning on the chair whilst also stealing some of the refreshments from Xie Wuyan. She started to watch the show peacefully.

“I didn’t wrong her without evidence!” Zeng Ziyun bit her teeth and raised her finger to point at Shen Wanqing. “She has always been very suspicious from the beginning. I was worried that she wanted to murder Master Xie, so I brought her here.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Shen Wanqing, who was watching the show, instantly realized that something was wrong.

She frowned and scanned the people sitting around her.

Perhaps they had been discussing how to eliminate demons and re-seal the Demon Lord. Besides Ji Feichen and the others, there were about five or six people sitting around.

Shen Wanqing tightened the teacup, her eyes darkened.

“You still don’t know your mistakes!” The elder slammed the table, and some tea splashed out.

“I’m telling the truth. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Sister Feng and Brother Ji!” Zeng Ziyun was so angry that she didn’t care about anything anymore, shouting, “You can ask them, when we eliminated the Painted Skin Ghost a few days ago, what kind of dark magic did Miss Shen use? I saw it with my own eyes that she could burn her own blood—”

“Xiao Yun!”

Several voices echoed at the same time.

Ji Feichen stood up while slamming his palm, and even Feng Yaoqing’s expression changed drastically.

Zeng Ziyun felt that her self-esteem had been insulted, tears fell straight down, and she did not forget to say with conviction: “Decent righteous clans don’t teach such unorthodox ways. What if she is from the Demon Realm and wants to murder Sister Feng and Master Xie?”

“Blood…burning blood.” The elder’s pupils quaked, and his hands were clenched into fists.

People around also began talking about it.

Ji Feichen stood up, holding the sword in his hand, his expression full of alertness.

The elder raised his eyes, his eyebrows were sharp and cold, and he raised his hand, saying: “Disciples!”

Suddenly, all the high-level disciples of the Xuantian Sect present stood up in an instant, and approached Shen Wanqing’s direction with aggression.

Ji Feichen wanted to stop them by getting in front of Shen Wanqing, but was blocked by the disciple to his side.

So he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to look at the elder sitting at the center: “I don’t know what you mean by this.”

“The Blood Burning Technique, I have heard a bit about it before. There are very few people with such a physique, and they are all passed down in succession from the same blood line. They have always been placed within the Heavenly Dao Palace. However, as early as a few decades ago, all the people in the clan who knew this secret technique were destroyed.”

The elder looked at Shen Wanqing and frowned: “If she really knows this kind of secret technique, even if we, the Xuantian Sect, let her go, the Heavenly Dao Palace will not.”

“Elder, even if she really knows the Blood Burning Technique, she has grown up with Feichen since she was a child. She is definitely not evil.” Feng Yaoqing stood up with difficulty, walking towards Ji Feichen and tried to plead with him, “Not to mention that day, she did it to save us, that’s why—”

“Yao-er1, you don’t understand.” The elder sighed and shook his head, “Although I have not been exposed to this kind of secret technique, I also know how powerful this is. If she really has this kind of power, it means that the Blood Burning Technique can continue to be passed on. If this kind of power can be used to fight the Demon Realm, it will be a good thing for the people of the world.”

Shen Wanqing sat in her position, drinking tea quietly, without moving.

Passed on.

If what she possessed was really a power passed down in succession through the same blood line, then how would she pass it on?

Would she be raised and fed, under the hopes of passing down her bloodline?

Of course, Ji Feichen could understand these words. He drew out his sword and shook his wrists with force: “Ridiculous, when did the Xuantian Sect feel that it is righteous to sacrifice innocent people to achieve their goals?”

The elder’s expression was calm, and his tone was calm: “Master Ji, a chivalrous hero is never afraid of sacrifice. You should also know this truth.”

“No, it’s not the same.” Feng Yaoqing held Ji Feichen’s hand, her eyes were clear and bright. “Choosing to sacrifice yourself, and sacrificing someone else, these are two completely different things.”

“In this case, only an old man like me can be the villain.” The elder sighed and raised his hand, “Disciples, take her.”

“Yes!”

The high-ranking disciples on the side clenched their fists, a few stopped Ji Feichen, and the remaining few approached the direction of Shen Wanqing.

However, just as their sword edge was about to rest on Shen Wanqing’s neck, Xie Wuyan, who was by her side, moved.

He raised his hand without blinking his eyes and directly grasped the handle of the attacking sword.

The high-level disciple’s cultivation was not shallow, his sword was quick, and the sword aura was piercing cold. However, Xie Wuyan was unharmed, it didn’t even cut him even a little bit.

He raised his eyes, his eyebrows going cold, and the blade was crushed forcefully.

The sword aura was broken apart by the huge fluctuations in spiritual power.

“Master Xie, we don’t want to be your enemy.” The elder stood up and said, “The Xuantian Sect is all our people, if you continue to forcefully fight, it will only lead to a lose-lose situation.”

“Really?” Xie Wuyan glanced at him and said unhurriedly, “Then I guess we can try.”

Xie Wuyan was protecting her.

Maybe at first, he had insisted on making her sit in this position because he had guessed that Zeng Ziyun was the type to blabber her mouth when she was agitated.

She didn’t know why, but Shen Wanqing felt that it was a little ironic.

In order to save the people of the world, these famous and righteous clans wanted to sacrifice her for the greater good, but the villain who was filled with evil wanted her to live.

Shen Wanqing raised her eyes and glanced at the tea cup in her hand.

“Boom”

There was a crisp crash, and the teacup was forcefully smashed into pieces.

Without even frowning, Shen Wanqing raised her hand to press the porcelain piece against her neck, and with a little force, she cut open a blood wound.

“Passed down in succession?” She laughed, “Elder, I am not from the Xuantian Sect. When did I need you to make the choice for me?”