The male lead is unreliable; I have to take matters into my own hands.
The first hurdle is leaving the Demon Realm.
System: [I can help you.]
Shen Yue asked guardedly, [Will that cost me points?]
System: [No, this is a one-time backdoor pass for you.]
Shen Yue felt relieved, not forgetting to mutter, [You're actually quite useful.]
System: ...Suddenly, I'm not so sure I want to help anymore.
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High above the clouds, rain and mist swirled. The mountain slopes were steep and majestic. At the entrance of Qingyun Sect, the foremost sect in the Immortal Realm, the steps were littered with blood and bone. The sound of running footsteps mingled with the clash of swords, screams, wails, and shouts, all unceasing.
Qingyun Sect, once towering and majestic, was now in utter chaos. Bright red blood flowed down the jade steps. The tender new grass was speckled with dewdrops, and the fallen petals remained a soft pink, yet they were now tainted with the strong scent of blood.
An unblemished man in black walked past, his shoes leaving no trace of dirt.
His features were exquisite and devilish, yet he exuded an aura of intense, tyrannical darkness. The unrestrained pressure he exerted left those with lower cultivation levels almost suffocated.
He walked past piles of skeletal remains and frozen bodies on either side, his gaze unwavering. Wherever he passed, cries of agony followed.
Bodies lay everywhere, and blood pooled on the ground.
On the high platform, the elders stared at the figure in black, their eyes wide with disbelief, filled with terror and astonishment.
Upon meeting his narrow, bloodthirsty gaze, they couldn't help but stagger back a step.
He raised a hand and coldly uttered a single word, "Kill."
The once grand sect was now a scene of devastation. Blood seemed to have dyed half the sky crimson. Qingyun Sect, usually brimming with spiritual energy, was now occupied by a dense, dark demonic energy. A cloud of black mist enveloped the entire mountain, obscuring the sun. The sky was overcast, exuding an ominous aura.
Bi Lian did not make a move. He simply stood there, watching coldly, his eyes cruel and indifferent, devoid of any pity or emotion.
As if finding it tiresome, he closed his eyes, wondering what Shen Yue might be doing at this hour.
Perhaps she was still asleep.
Perhaps she was flipping through those ancient texts.
Perhaps she was sitting alone on her couch, lost in thought.
He had left her alone for so long; he wondered if Yueyue missed him.
Thinking this, he grew increasingly restless and impatient, wishing to finish this quickly. Just as he opened his eyes, the sky, shrouded in demonic energy and dense clouds, was torn open. The rift widened, and warm, dazzling light began to pour in.
The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and sunlight streamed down.
Following the light came a white figure, approaching against the glare.
Clad in simple white robes, with silver hair and a white cloth covering her eyes, her flowing sleeves fluttered like blooming peonies in the gentle breeze.
In their stunned silence, the disciples desperately resisting let out gasps of amazement.
"It's Immortal Venerable Xiyu!"
"Immortal Venerable Xiyu is here! It's Immortal Venerable Xiyu!"
Their spirits soared, as if a savior had arrived.
"Qingyun Sect is saved! Qingyun Sect is saved!"
The man, Bi Lian, who had been composed, stiffened. Upon seeing the figure in white, his fingers clenched tightly, and his dark eyes blazed with a destructive, furious intensity.
Shen Yue! How could she be here?!
How did she get out?!
And her power!
The corners of his eyes turned red, his demeanor savage. His scarlet eyes were bloodshot, and his imposing aura was like a raging storm.
Xuan Cheng, upon seeing Shen Yue, did not feel relieved. Instead, his heart tightened further.
Jiang Ling, covered in wounds, looked both excited and astonished. He couldn't control himself and took a step forward, staring blankly at the white figure.
"Master..."
Shen Yue arrived beside Xuan Cheng and his companions, her white attire still pristine. Her silver hair made the pale moonlight seem dim by comparison.
"Master..."
Jiang Ling felt as if he were dreaming. He wanted to reach out, but dared not.
Shen Yue nodded slightly, acknowledging him.
Xuan Cheng said with concern, "Are you alright?"
Shen Yue shook her head.
Bi Lian watched in stunned silence as Shen Yue walked to their side, observing their intimate conversation. Throughout it all, Shen Yue had her back turned to him.
He stood rigidly, a chilling malevolence spreading through his limbs.
Then, his palm condensed world-destroying demonic energy. With a wave, his target was clearly Jiang Ling. His sanity seemed to have deserted him at that moment.
All he could think of was killing them.
Killing those who were an eyesore.
But the figure who had been standing nearby suddenly moved. Bi Lian reacted almost instinctively, his pupils constricting violently. His usually calm face showed a look of panic and bewilderment. He forcibly changed direction, and the demonic energy struck a nearby rock, instantly turning it to dust. The rolling residual force was unstoppable.
Bi Lian himself stumbled back a few steps due to the backlash, a taste of blood rising in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed down.
He stared intently at Shen Yue, his pupils darkening, his gaze inscrutable. His low, hoarse voice seemed to contain a caged beast.
"Yueyue, come here, or they all die."
His tone was actually gentle, yet he emanated a powerful demonic aura, a sign of his violent and terrifying nature.
As Shen Yue took a step forward, Xuan Cheng's hand immediately pressed down on her shoulder. "Xiyu, you mustn't go."
Jiang Ling also urgently stopped her, "Master..."
Shen Yue turned her head slightly, her expression calm. "I have my own plans."
With that, she walked towards the man, ignoring their attempts to stop her.
Xuan Cheng tried to follow, but was blocked by an invisible barrier. He had fought for three days and three nights, his spiritual energy already depleted by half. He could only be kept at bay, his eyes red, watching helplessly as Shen Yue walked into the fire.
The white figure slowly approached him. Bi Lian's inner turmoil and coldness lessened slightly, and a gentle, sweet smile even curved his lips.
He stood patiently, waiting for Shen Yue to walk towards him step by step.
As their distance shortened, in the blood-scented space, he caught a faint, sweet fragrance.
It was familiar, and it made him addicted.
A soft body pressed against him. Bi Lian's expression momentarily froze. Shen Yue actively hugged him.
Her slender, soft arms wrapped around his waist. Bi Lian's entire body went rigid. He was like a helpless, naive child,傻傻的,呆呆的.
A smile bloomed on his exquisite, beautiful face, but in the next second, a sword pierced his heart.