Chapter 0: Ugly Thing
The next day.
Zhao Xinting and Tang Simin found Qin Gou together, both still having swapped identities.
“Does Saint Aunt Miaoyin wish to meet with people from the Black Nether Valley and Hundred Obstacle Mountain?” Qin Gou asked, quite surprised.
Zhao Xinting nodded slightly, “This is also Cult Master Zhao’s intention.”
Qin Gou immediately shot a meaningful glare at the real Tang Simin, who was posing as ‘Zhao Xinting’. *See, Saint Aunt Miaoyin is now speaking up for you, you brat, but what did you do? How much bad-mouthing did you do about Saint Aunt Miaoyin last night? Is that how a person behaves?*
Tang Simin, of course, understood Qin Gou’s meaning and felt so wronged that her eyes were almost reddened. *How I wish I could just shout right now, is it not allowed for me to curse myself?*
“It won’t be difficult to arrange a meeting between the two of you and the Black and Hundred factions. We can all gather at one table later and discuss how to attack Fusheng Nunnery,” Qin Gou said with a slight smile, finding it amusing. “Since Xinting cannot give orders now, let Little Chair issue them.”
With that, Qin Gou began to use his spirit arts to contact Yi Chengying.
At the same time, he waved his hand, closing all the windows and doors of the cave dwelling, leaving not a shred of light. To the astonished gaze of Zhao Xinting and Tang Simin, Qin Gou lit a candlestick, and in less than three breaths, the shadow on the wall belonging to Qin Gou rippled like water. A young girl in a pleated flower skirt stepped out gracefully from the dark shadow.
However, no one expected that the first thing Yi Chengying did upon appearing was…
“Little fellow!”
Yi Chengying, with a smile on her face, approached Zhao Xinting. She reached out and gently patted the Purple Extreme Demon’s head, saying very kindly and generously, “My name is Yi Chengying. You were unconscious when you last returned to the sect, so you didn’t see me, but I’ve known you for a long time.”
Zhao Xinting trembled all over, stunned. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Yi Chengying’s small hand was very familiar, as if… he had been struck by it before.
Tang Simin’s face turned as white as paper. She was the culprit who, yesterday, had treated Xin’er as Qiao’er when there was no other way.
“Little Chair, what are you doing? Could it be that you and Saint Aunt Miaoyin already know each other?” Qin Gou asked in confusion. How could Yi Chengying, the Saintess of Mystic Maiden Palace, and Tang Simin, the Abbess of Fusheng Nunnery, have a private relationship?
“What Saint Aunt Miaoyin? Lord Qin, she…”
“Wait a moment!”
Tang Simin quickly interrupted Yi Chengying, her eyes towards Zhao Xinting full of pleading as she quickly transmitted her voice.
“Xin’er, from now on, can I always show up with long hair in front of you?”
“You… what are you calling me?”
“How can I worry about what to call you at this moment? After we get through this ordeal, you can call me whatever you want!”
Zhao Xinting suddenly had a splitting headache. *Could this bald head be my nemesis?*
Moreover, it wasn’t easy to prove now that the person who had teased Yi Chengying yesterday was Tang Simin’s disguise. The advantage of a generation of Realm Lords being able to ignore Lie Detector Spirit Arts had now become a fatal poison.
Zhao Xinting had no choice but to brace himself. “Ahem, Daoist Friend Yi, please follow me for a moment.”
“Okay.” Yi Chengying sought Qin Gou’s permission with her eyes before agreeing.
Qin Gou looked at the two of them suspiciously. “Why so mysterious? Is there really a story between Little Chair and Miaoyin?”
Tang Simin nodded vigorously, her head nearly flying off.
Outside the cave dwelling.
“Ahem, Daoist Friend Yi, actually, Master Qin doesn’t know that I am Qiao’er yet. Can you keep it a secret from him for now?” Zhao Xinting chuckled dryly.
“What? Why should this be kept from Lord Qin?” Yi Chengying asked, confused.
Zhao Xinting forcibly suppressed his immense frustration, scratching his head and speaking in Qiao’er’s tone, “Actually, Master Qin doesn’t like it very much when Qiao’er always shapeshifts into others… If he knows the truth now, he’ll definitely lecture me again, so I beg Daoist Friend Yi not to expose me in front of him. Qiao’er will just transform back into her true form later.”
“I see, it’s not a big deal,” Yi Chengying nodded, pursing her lips into a smile. “Then this matter will be our little secret, won’t it?”
“Mm… Thank you, Daoist Friend Yi, for being so understanding.”
“Call me sister.” Yi Chengying smiled sweetly, her tone completely that of someone teasing a child.
“You…” Zhao Xinting’s eyes trembled violently, and he felt like he was about to explode, wishing he could smash his head against a wall.
“What’s wrong? Does Qiao’er want to call me auntie?”
“Chen, Chengying sister.” Zhao Xinting smiled as if he were crying. He decided he would definitely go and fight Ye Qishuang in a while.
“What a funny face.” Yi Chengying was amused by Zhao Xinting’s expression and began rummaging through her Nas, xujie. “Sister will give you some candy.”
As she spoke, Yi Chengying peeled the candy wrapper with a smile and was about to feed it to Little Zhao.
“Here, open your mouth.”
For a moment, Zhao Xinting trembled with anger. *I, the Purple Extreme Demon, a Realm Lord revered by gods and men, am being treated like a child by a mere Dao Comprehension Realm little girl?!*
Although a true man knows when to bend, even if I swallow this candy, I will never show you a pleasant expression. This is the last stubbornness of a spirited man!
As Zhao Xinting opened his mouth, Yi Chengying cleverly fed the candy pellet into it.
“How does it taste?” Little Chair asked expectantly. “I made it myself. Lord Qin also said it was delicious and even complimented me.”
*Hah, I’ll deliberately embarrass you. Even if the King of Heaven himself said it was delicious…*
Zhao Xinting’s clear, beautiful eyes lit up, and he smiled beautifully. “It’s so sweet! Thank you, Chengying sister!”
…
A moment later, in the Council Hall.
Yi Chengying’s gaze swept over the people from Black Nether Valley and Hundred Obstacle Mountain. She said lightly, “Today, I will introduce a few new friends to everyone. They are also very interested in attacking Fusheng Nunnery… Come in.”
Everyone instinctively followed Yi Chengying’s gaze.
The first to appear was naturally Zhao Xinting, who was as agile as a swallow.
“My name is Ling Cuiyan.”
“That name… sounds a bit familiar.”
Then came Tang Simin, masked with white mist, exuding an air of mystery, “I am Xie Liyun.”
Next were Li Yuanzhen, Ao Banwei, and Lin Youqing.
“Li Muqing.”
“Ao Pianlong.”
“Mu Xiaoqing.”
The Black Nether Valley Master, with a wary expression, coldly eyed everyone. “Then, may I ask what sect these fairies come from?”
“Can’t you tell from my appearance?” Li Xiaogou had already changed his appearance. He pointed to his nose and chuckled mischievously, revealing his true nature. “Of course, it’s the Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace!”
“That’s right,” Yi Chengying immediately affirmed.
“So, with the assistance of the Heavenly Immortals from Mystic Maiden Palace, this grand plan will surely be twice as effective with half the effort!” The Black Nether Valley Master finally relaxed and said with a hearty laugh. “May I ask Lone Shadow Saint Lord, shall we continue to discuss that Ugly Thing today? Analyze the spirit arts and methods she displayed in the battle at Fusheng Nunnery?”
“Ugly Thing?” Zhao Xinting’s eyes widened in confusion, and he asked.
The Black Nether Valley Master chuckled and explained to the beauty in front of him in a rather fawning manner, “It’s Zhen Hanzi!”
