Chapter 37 The Scheming Disciple and the Charming Master 37

Chapter 37: The Scheming Disciple and His Charming Master

"Master, the demon realm's seal is just ahead. I've already broken most of it down, so you can enter and exit freely."

The two walked forward and saw that the seal was indeed falling apart, with demonic energy surging as if it might break out at any moment.

At the center of the formation lay the spirit-suppressing stone that Lin Huaiqing had personally brought back.

The formation clearly showed signs of tampering—most likely Xiao Sha had deliberately damaged it, preventing the spirit-suppressing stone from working at full strength.

Yet those idiots actually believed that the spirit-suppressing stone Lin Huaiqing brought back was a fake, which was why the seal had weakened.

If those sect masters and elders of the so-called righteous sects had bothered to come check it out themselves, they wouldn't have said that.

Then again, this place was just a wall away from the demon realm, and the dense demonic energy would burn their cultivation base.

How could they possibly come check it out themselves?

At best, they'd send outer disciples to take a quick peek.

Qin Du reached out and touched the spirit-suppressing stone. A chill spread through his entire body instantly.

He had spiritual roots and spiritual energy protecting him, so the stone didn't repel him.

If someone with pure demon blood like Xiao Sha had touched it, they'd have been burned.

"Master, stop dwelling on the past. Let's head in."

Qin Du didn't argue—he was indeed dwelling on the past.

Once he stepped into the demon lair, he could never return to Lingxiao Peak.

"So you came after all. I guessed right—you really are in league with the demons."

From behind the seal stepped out a long-haired man with delicate features. Judging by the horsetail whisk in his hand, he was a magic cultivator.

"Who are you?" Qin Du had never paid attention to worldly affairs at Lingxiao Peak, so of course he didn't recognize this Disciplinary Law Elder.

"I am the thirteenth Western Law Elder of the Xuantian Sect, sent here to capture the demonic cultivator Qin Du."

Seeing that this man was at the Late Golden Core Stage, Xiao Sha quickly stepped in front of Qin Du.

"Master, watch out! I'll take care of him!"

"Western Law Elder? The Xuantian Sect has an elder who meddles like this? Do you even know my master?"

"Enough talk! I came here just to capture you! Surrender now!"

The two were about to fight when Qin Du, not ready to give up, asked one last question, clinging to hope.

"Did my master say what would happen to me if I was captured?"

A barely noticeable flicker of malice flashed in the Western Law Elder's eyes.

"Of course—you'll be taken back to the Xuantian Sect and executed in public! If you resist, you'll be killed right there!"

"No way! You're lying! How could my master be so cruel to me?!" Qin Du was crushed, his heart twisting with shock and pain.

"You don't believe me? Your master gave me specific orders before I left. If you don't believe me, you can smell your master's spiritual energy on me."

Destroying someone's heart—there was no crueler way.

Qin Du lowered his eyes, the light in them gone. Like a walking dead man, he closed his eyes.

"No need..."

The next second, a blood-red gleam flashed in Qin Du's eyes—the unmistakable sign of full demonic possession.

"Xiao Sha, kill him now."

"Yes, my lord!"

In an instant, sand and rocks flew, lightning crackled, but no matter how the battle raged, Qin Du couldn't muster any interest anymore.

He didn't understand why Lin Huaiqing would treat him like this. Was it because he'd let Xiao Sha kill a Xuantian Sect disciple who was guilty of crimes?

Especially since those disciples had tried to poison him first.

Or was it because Lin Huaiqing hated demons, and once he found out Qin Du had gone demonic, he didn't want to see him anymore—even wishing him dead?

Did Lin Huaiqing really hate him that much?

He meant even less to Lin Huaiqing than a guilty disciple he'd never met?

What about all those years of master-disciple bond? In the end, it was all wasted...

An hour later, the dust of battle settled. It ended with Xiao Sha driving his palm through the Western Law Elder's chest.

Having lived a second life, even Xiao Sha's cultivation was far stronger than in his past life.

It seemed that once he returned to the demon realm, he should start working hard too.

"Master, let's head back."

"Mm..."

Lin Huaiqing rushed as fast as he could, finally guiding his spirit sword to the demon realm's seal.

His senior brother had told him to wait for news at the Xuantian Sect, but he just couldn't sit still.

Knowing Qin Du would definitely return to the demon realm, he'd inexplicably chased after him.

He wanted to see Qin Du one last time—at least before he went demonic.

Let him see his disciple one last time.

If he missed this chance, the next time they met might be on the battlefield of the immortal-demon war.

"Qin Du! Qin Du?!"

The demonic energy here was too dense, messing with the spiritual magnetic field. He couldn't use his spiritual power to sense if anyone was nearby.

At this moment, he was like a blind man, fumbling around, using his life-bound spirit sword as a cane.

"Qin Du, where are you? Come out and see your master one last time!"

Lin Huaiqing kept calling out until his voice went hoarse, but got no response.

By then, Qin Du and Xiao Sha had already stepped halfway into the void realm between the demon realm and the cultivation world.

Just a few hundred meters further, and they'd reach the border of the demon realm.

"Xiao Sha, do you hear that? Sounds like someone's calling me from out there."

"I didn't hear anything, Master. Maybe you're hearing things? No one would come to a place like this unless it's an enemy coming to kill you."

Qin Du was a bit speechless.

Since when did Xiao Sha get like this?

"But I really could've sworn I heard Lin Huaiqing calling my name."

"Master, let's pick up the pace. The Old Demon Lord is about to die."

"Alright..."

Come to think of it, it made sense. Someone as otherworldly as Lin Huaiqing would never set foot in a filthy place like this to find him.

Lin Huaiqing searched for ages, from afternoon all the way to evening, and finally confirmed that Qin Du was not there.

Either he'd already gone back to the demon realm, or he was lying low somewhere for a few days.

Either way, he couldn't find Qin Du anymore.

He trudged back to Lingxiao Peak alone, feeling dejected. Mu Yunting, who'd been waiting at the door, rushed over to greet him.

"Master, why are you back so late? This disciple heard that..."

"Yunting, I'm tired. Let me go rest for now." He didn't have the energy to deal with anyone else right now.

"Ah... alright."

He slept in a fog for who knows how long. By the time Lin Huaiqing finally came to, he'd been lying in bed for seven days.

He kept using sleep to numb himself, forcing himself not to think about anything except his mission.

But he was just pathetic like that—he couldn't help it.

Mu Yunting pushed the door open, tray in hand, and set it down on the table:

"Master, you're finally awake. This disciple made some light porridge and a few dishes—hope it's to your liking."

For a split second, Lin Huaiqing almost thought Qin Du was back.

Because Qin Du had said the exact same thing to him, in the exact same setting and place.

Except it was a different person—Qin Du replaced by Mu Yunting.

"Yunting, take this cup of water to Anxiang Shuxie and have Elder Qiu Yue analyze what's in it."

This was what he had brought from the broken temple on Kuhang Peak, though by now it had turned into a cup of water.

"Alright! This disciple will go right away." Mu Yunting took the teacup steadily and left.