Luo Qingyan nodded, took out three silver needles, and swiftly inserted them into three acupoints near his wound, staunching the flow of blood.
Xie You Mingyao: “…”
What the hell—he didn’t even get a chance to strip off his clothes?!
“You know medicine?” he asked in surprise.
“Just a bit of basic blood-stapling technique, hardly medicine,” Luo Qingyan said. “Wait here. I’ll go find a physician.”
With that, before Xie You Mingyao could speak, she flashed out the door.
Xie You Mingyao narrowed his eyes.
This little thing had such low cultivation, yet she knew so much. Her movements and techniques showed exceptional spiritual aptitude—her potential was limitless…
How did someone like her end up assigned to some Joyful Peak?
The Ask-Immortal Sect really was a mess.
Xie You Mingyao had originally planned to discard her after completing the system quest, but now he changed his mind. He would bring her back to the Demon Realm—after all, every place needed geniuses.
Making his plans, Xie You Mingyao lay down on the bed on his own.
Since he hadn’t managed to seduce her by baring his skin, he’d have to wait until she brought a physician to treat his wounds before making his next move…
Luo Qingyan sprinted all the way out of the inn and onto the street before she slowed down, panting.
Xiao Ming’s wound only needed two needles to stop the bleeding, but she had inserted three.
The third was to probe his Cultivation Body.
His power was unfathomably deep, and it had no attribute.
Cultivators’ Spirit Roots always had attributes—metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, lightning, and so on. Different Spirit Roots meant different attributes.
Xiao Ming had no attribute, which meant he was most likely Yao, Demon, or Ghost.
Luo Qingyan closed her eyes.
—She guessed that Xiao Ming was of the Demon Race!
Because when Yao were injured, their Yao aura tended to leak out, yet there wasn’t a trace of it on him. As for the Ghost Race, they couldn’t move about under the blazing sun—sunlight damaged their Cultivation Body.
So Xiao Ming could only be Demon Race!
Having figured that out, Luo Qingyan only grew more puzzled.
Given Xiao Ming’s cultivation level, he must hold a high and powerful position among the Demon Race, yet his actions…
Had he betrayed the Demon Race and truly intended to be a good person?
Or was he deliberately putting on an act to get close to her, wanting to use her to enter the Ask-Immortal Sect?
Luo Qingyan was deep in thought.
Suddenly, a beam of white light descended from the sky, landing before her.
“Finally found you.”
Mo Chenxue landed on the ground, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Senior Brother Chenxue?” Luo Qingyan was somewhat surprised. “You came looking for me?”
“You were captured by the Demon Race—of course I came to rescue you.”
Mo Chenxue’s gaze swept over her, confirming the young girl appeared unharmed.
“Where is Xie You Mingyao?” he asked again.
“You mean the Demon Race’s Young Lord?” Luo Qingyan was taken aback.
“Yes. He should have been with you all along!”
Luo Qingyan said in confusion, “After I was captured by the Demon Race, a strange man named Xiao Ming saved me. He was injured, so I accompanied him to town to find a physician. I haven’t seen any Xie You Mingyao along the way…”
“The one who saved you is Xie You Mingyao himself!”
Mo Chenxue ground his teeth. He finally understood why “Ming’s” favorability had been skyrocketing—it was because Xie You Mingyao had staged a whole act!
First, he had his subordinates capture Luo Qingyan, then he disguised himself as a heroic savior, using the life-saving favor to win her affection…
Luo Qingyan was stunned.
“You’re saying Xiao Ming is the Demon Race’s Young Lord?”
“Exactly!”
“…”
Luo Qingyan had guessed Xiao Ming was Demon Race, but she never imagined he could be Xie You Mingyao!
She almost doubted the script.
As the Demon Race’s Young Lord, Xie You Mingyao never did anything decent—it was hard to connect him with Xiao Ming, who insisted on being a good Samaritan…
Mo Chenxue said, “That fiend loves deceiving and toying with people. He knew you were an Ask-Immortal Sect disciple and deliberately played tricks on you. Fortunately, Senior Brother arrived in time—otherwise, you’d surely have been fooled by him!”
He asked again, “Where is he now?”
Luo Qingyan pointed at the inn not far away. “The best room on the far left of the second floor.”
“Wait here for me. Once I’ve dealt with that fiend, I’ll take you back to the Ask-Immortal Sect.”
With that, fearing she might get lost again, Mo Chenxue pasted a Tracking Talisman on her and raised a hand to leave a Protective Barrier around her before turning and heading toward the inn.
Luo Qingyan stood frozen in place, question marks swirling in her head.
Although Mo Chenxue wasn’t a good person either, at this moment he was still the radiant chief senior brother of the Ask-Immortal Sect. Rescuing a captured disciple was his duty—he wouldn’t lie to her.
But according to the original novel, Xie You Mingyao should have captured Huo Li this time—how did it become her?!
And Xie You Mingyao had disguised himself as Xiao Ming to fake-rescue her—what a baffling move!
Luo Qingyan frowned. Perhaps because she had transmigrated into the book, many plotlines had gone off track, but character backgrounds wouldn’t change. The Demon Race was always pulling stunts like this. Xie You Mingyao’s actions today were probably brewing some new kind of sinister scheme…
At the inn.
Xie You Mingyao lay smugly on the bed, plotting how he would nurture Luo Qingyan once he brought her back—this one, he would personally handle.
Suddenly, the door was shoved open, and a fierce sword aura slashed toward him!
“Boom!”
Xie You Mingyao’s pupils contracted, and he shot into the air like lightning to dodge the attack.
“Mo Chenxue! You found me this quickly?”
A murderous intent surged in Xie You Mingyao’s eyes.
Mo Chenxue raised his hand, the long sword floating at his side, the killing intent in his gaze even more intense!
Xie You Mingyao suddenly understood: “In such a hurry, it seems you’re the ‘Xuan’ in the system!”
Xie You Mingyao laughed: “Mo Chenxue, that little thing is so small—how could you bear to lay a hand on her?”
Mo Chenxue said in a deep voice: “That question, you seem unqualified to ask me.”
Xie You Mingyao: “I was originally of the Demon Race, twisted to the core—what wouldn’t I do? But you’re the chief disciple of the self-proclaimed righteous Immortal Sect. How could you harbor such wicked intentions toward your junior sister?”
Xie You Mingyao chuckled: “This prince is actually quite curious—what exactly did you do to her to drive her favorability down to negative 90%?”