Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

Chapter 703: Chapter 363: No Immortals in the Immortal Flying Pavilion

"My lady, what was that just now?!"

In the warm room, Qin Gengyun was holding Qiu Zhihe as they slept, when he suddenly felt a vast aura of a realm breakthrough, indicating someone had entered the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Qin Gengyun could tell it was Jian Yue’s aura.

But soon, an ancient and vast peculiar aura appeared, seeming to have targeted Jian Yue.

At that moment, Qin Gengyun felt a soul-deep shiver. He could clearly sense that in another moment, Jian Yue would be engulfed by this terrifying aura.

Fortunately, Jian Yue was very alert and withdrew the instant he sensed something was wrong during the breakthrough, leaving that horrifying vast aura without a target.

Though all this seemed extremely perilous and prolonged, it was actually a matter of an instant.

Cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm might not all be able to feel it.

But at this moment, Qin Gengyun felt completely cold, covered in cold sweat.

Suddenly, a soft, warm little hand touched his body, quickly dispelling the chill on him.

"My lady, just now... what was that?"

Qin Gengyun still felt fear lingering in his heart, but saw Qiu Zhihe appear calm, her expression indifferent as she said:

"Husband, my master and Xia Qinglian actually broke through the Nascent Soul Realm long ago. Do you know why they haven’t entered the Divinity Transformation Realm?"

Qin Gengyun shook his head. Qiu Zhihe’s eyes held a coldness, and her expression was somewhat complex:

"Because the moment they broke through and stepped into Divinity Transformation, it was just like a moment ago, nearly devoured."

Qin Gengyun was shocked: "Could this be why no one in five hundred years has entered the Divinity Transformation Realm? Because those advancing are either devoured, or, like you, detect the danger and dare not advance?"

"But who could it be, capable of devouring cultivators of the Divinity Transformation Realm?"

Qiu Zhihe shook her head: "We don’t know either. It might be an ancient deity or some Great Power that has been hiding for hundreds or even thousands of years."

At this time, a dim light emanated from Qin Gengyun’s chest, and that mysterious terrifying aura had also awakened Nalan Yan’s residual soul.

An image of a white residual soul appeared, more distinct than before, revealing the vague outline of a female cultivator in her forties.

Her features were distinct, with arched eyebrows, and though her face still retained some elegance, at this moment it was full of anger and fear.

"Do not enter Divinity Transformation..."

"No one can... Ascend!"

"Child... Sect Leader... Your child..."

Nalan Yan’s fragmented voice soon faded, and the residual soul returned to Qin Gengyun’s body.

Qin Gengyun looked down at his chest, feeling a chill, and suddenly said to Qiu Zhihe:

"My lady, you said your master once went to the Immortal Flying Pavilion and told you afterward ’no one in the world can ascend,’ could it be related to that ancient aura just now?"

"For the past five hundred years, once anyone reached the Divinity Transformation Realm, they were immediately devoured."

"Could that devouring force come from the Immortal Flying Pavilion?"

"Perhaps your master discovered this secret at the Immortal Flying Pavilion, which is why she said that to you when she returned."

Qiu Zhihe frowned slightly: "I’ve actually considered this possibility too. I asked master, but she was unwilling to say more, only told me to be cautious when entering Divinity Transformation."

Qin Gengyun suddenly chuckled: "Actually, I never considered ascension either. Upon reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, one already has a millennium lifespan. To be with you for so long, I’m satisfied."

Qiu Zhihe was silent for a moment, then leaned her soft body closer into Qin Gengyun’s embrace.

"Husband, once we rebuild the Cyan Lotus Sect, let’s return to Yunling Town, do nothing, and have a few more children, alright?"

Qin Gengyun gently stroked her beautiful hair and replied softly: "Alright."

...

"Mother, what was that just now?"

In the courtyard where the Sect Leader lived, Su Xin and Tantai Mingyue slept together, Su Xin also looking shocked as she asked her mother.

Tantai Mingyue looked affectionately at her daughter in her arms, smiling: "No matter what it is, it’s none of our concern. Xin’Er, when this matter is over, you don’t need to stay at Zhenyang Mountain anymore. Go find the life you wish for."

"I see Ming Hu of the Thunder Sword Sect seems quite fond of you. If you have feelings for him, mother won’t stop you."

Tonight her daughter suddenly sought her out, rarely acting spoiled, which filled Tantai Mingyue with joy. At this moment, her heart was full of warmth and satisfaction.

If possible, she would want nothing more than to always stay with her daughter like this.

Su Xin’s eyes reddened slightly, and she spoke in a low voice: "Mother, I have no interest in Senior Brother Ming."

I’m sorry, mother, I am already Qiu Zhihe’s servant.

After the Immortal Ascension Ceremony, perhaps we mother and daughter will never meet again.

Please forget about this unfilial daughter of yours!

"Mother, I’m sorry."

...

In the courtyard where the disciples of Feiyun Sect resided.

Jiang Yin sat alone in the room, holding her Yaoqin, yet her face maintained the appearance of an elegant fairy.

After a moment, a refined silhouette suddenly appeared.

Damn it, that old lecher really came!

Jiang Yin cursed silently in her heart, but her face remained cold. She gracefully stood up:

"I did not know master would visit so late, my apologies for not greeting you from afar. Please forgive me, master."

Bai Liu looked Jiang Yin up and down, a flash of desire crossing his handsome and refined face, and he smiled:

"No need for such formalities, my disciple. Tomorrow is the Immortal Ascension Ceremony, so I came to see how your preparations are."

Jiang Yin slightly bowed: "Thank you for your concern, master. I am prepared."

"Oh? With so many experts at the Immortal Ascension Ceremony, why don’t I help you practice a few moves?"

Bai Liu stepped forward, attempting to grab Jiang Yin’s wrist.

Thunk!

Jiang Yin stepped back, plucking the yines of the Yaoqin with her fingers. The sound of the qin echoed throughout Chang’an Palace, and outside came the voices of the disciples of Feiyun Sect:

"Senior Sister Jiang is still practicing so late?"

"Truly worthy of being Fairy Yaoqin, such music is indeed heart-stirring!"

"Senior Sister Jiang is bound to dominate tomorrow!"

Seeing that Jiang Yin’s music had alerted so many people, his plan to perform "close-guided instruction" had fallen through, Bai Liu’s face turned somewhat stern, and his voice went cold:

"My disciple, you were but a starving little beggar. If not for me, do you think you could have what you have today?"

Jiang Yin, elegant and moving, with a pained expression, bowed deeply to Bai Liu: "I have never dared forget master’s kindness, but I long for the Immortal Flying Pavilion and want to do my best to gain the qualification to ascend."

"After I fulfill my wish, I will surely serve master diligently!"

"Truly?" Bai Liu’s eyes flickered, staring at Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin looked up, her eyes shimmering, as if she had resigned to her fate: "I am master’s person. No matter what master wishes to do, I would gladly accept it, only ask that master allows me to fulfill my wish first."

After speaking, she knelt down and kowtowed with a heart-breaking, mournful plea.

Bai Liu’s expression eased slightly, and he finally nodded: "Since you are so filial, I will wait for you a few days, but do not forget your promise."

As the words fell, Bai Liu’s form disappeared.

A moment later, Jiang Yin stood up from the ground, her elegant and moving face immediately turning into one of disdain, spitting:

"That dirty old lecher, still trying to get at me, in a few days you’re going to die!"