Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 112 From The Nine Abyss, To The Yellow Springs
Feng Qingxiu suddenly woke up, touched the corner of his eyes, and found them wet with tears. The events of the dream were still vividly imprinted in his mind.
Luckily, it was just a dream.
How terrifying—how could I have such a dream?
He sat up and quickly performed an incantation to tidy his appearance. But thinking of what had happened earlier, he couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless.
In truth, he had long noticed something strange about his master.
His master… only showed a slight bit of warmth to him. Toward others, even his daughter, Mingyu, he was cold and indifferent, completely resembling the cold and emotionless Xing Dao Master of the legends. Feng Qingxiu had thought it was just normal master-apprentice affection.
But seeing how his master treated Senior Brother Yang, who was also an apprentice of his, he now realized his master was quite indifferent toward the bond between master and apprentice…
Could it be that master also... No, impossible!
Feng Qingxiu shook his head. He was just an ordinary person—how could someone as godly as his master ever like him?
Still, from now on, I shouldn’t be so hard on Master. He’s been lonely for many years. Letting him have a bit of happiness once in a while isn’t so bad.
Thinking this, he lowered his head and looked at his shadow, which was touching his right hand—the hand that had touched his master’s body.
This time, Feng Qingxiu was genuinely angry. He instinctively clenched his right hand.
However, unlike before, this time, he caught the shadow.
That sensation of being completely one with it…
He could even feel that he could easily control this shadow, even enter the shadows of others.
Feng Qingxiu toyed with the shadow in his hand, squeezing it like rubber. With a casual gesture, he drew out an incredibly pure demonic energy from it—so thick it was almost tangible. He could sense that within this shadow, something was sealed, trapping countless terrifying powers. If he wanted, he could break that seal and shed his human form, transforming into a demon…
What a joke! Feng Qingxiu immediately flung the shadow away.
He was the head disciple of Kun-Lai, with the best master and the best sect in the world. Why would he become a demon, hunted down by everyone, living a life of loneliness and danger?
Recalling the illusion in his dream, Feng Qingxiu left his room. Right now, he needed to see his master, safe and sound, to calm his troubled heart.
However, after searching all of Zhuiyun Peak, he couldn’t find his master.
So he went to ask the elders.
“Didn’t he tell you?” Bai Shuixian, who had lost half a move to Yan Zhao and was forced to stay behind to guard the flying peaks, wasn’t pleased. She replied offhandedly, “He probably went to the Black Witchlands with Luo Chi and the others.”
“Oh…” Feng Qingxiu’s disappointment was evident. After a moment, he lowered his head and said quietly, “Thank you for telling me, elder.”
Bai Shuixian glanced at him with affection and warned, “You’re a good kid. Don’t go finding trouble.”
“Of course.” Feng Qingxiu nodded weakly and turned to leave.
“Disciples these days are becoming harder and harder to understand.” Bai Shuixian sighed and went back to her work.
***
Elsewhere, the sky was vast, and cold winds swept past.
A strong wind carrying damp, chilling gloom swept through the pitch-black chasms, making the withered grass bow and the tall trees lower their heads.
The black abyss looked like a crack in the earth, its depth unfathomable. The endlessly weathered cliffs gradually vanished into the darkness.
Standing atop the high cliff, Ji Yunlai withdrew his divine consciousness. There was a strange force in the abyss below, filled with decay and deathly stillness, blocking his perception like a thick fog.
At his feet, there was a small path, barely an inch wide. If one didn’t have keen eyesight, they wouldn’t even see the path.
This was the entrance to the Black Witchlands.
Below, something familiar was calling out to him.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it was his Dao Seed.
But why was it here?
He couldn’t be bothered to think too much. Taking a step forward, he floated down like a feather.
He didn’t need the path. The powerful suction from the abyss was something he could easily resist.
But he had still underestimated the depth of the abyss. After adjusting his descent speed multiple times, a whole day had passed, and he was still falling.
This was endless! At his current speed, he could have traveled from Yuntian Domain to Kun-Lai. The Nine Abyss were far deeper than he had expected—it seemed almost unnatural.
He tried to leave, but found that everything around him was pitch black. The dark aura covered everything, and there was no sense of direction.
If his true body were here, he could easily escape this natural void rift. But unfortunately, this was just a soul fragment, carrying only a portion of his power. Once that power was used up, he would have to return to the flying peak to recharge using high-grade spiritual stones. If he exhausted it here, he’d have no choice but to return to his main body.
That... would be very embarrassing.
Ji Yunlai chuckled softly. Since awakening, his days had been going too smoothly. Not only had he become so arrogant that he couldn’t recognize his own feelings, but because his spiritual consciousness had also grown so strong that he no longer had the vigilance he once had. Before awakening, he had been a cautious little cultivator who wouldn’t step into dangerous places without at least seventy percent certainty.
It turns out that man’s true enemy isn’t weakness but arrogance. Rushing into unknown places and disregarding the experience of others, believing one's strength can overcome everything—that’s the real lesson here.
However, fortunately, this problem can still be resolved.
This lesson must be remembered. The reason the High Priest had requested something from him to enter the Nine Abyss was likely because the place was too strange, where even Human Immortals could easily get lost. If he really got stuck here, unable to escape, Xiao Qing would surely be beside himself with worry, maybe even come looking for him…
The thought alone was terrifying!
Ji Yunlai took out a small stone, no bigger than a fingernail, and gently crushed it. As the stone dust scattered, his figure instantly became ethereal and vanished into the darkness.
***
Luo Chi, like a wisp of spiritual light, floated down a narrow path along the cliff. A faint flame on his finger illuminated a great distance, but even so, he remained extremely cautious. According to his sect's records, one could never be too careful in this place.
With his speed as a Demigod cultivator, it still took him two days and nights to finish the path. Under the light of his flame, an endless plain stretched out before him, covered in gray-green wormwood. Something rustled in the grass, moving about.
Luo Chi shrugged and brought the flame closer to the nearest patch of grass. As if burned, a grotesque creature, covered in hands, scurried out of the grass.
"Is this what happens when the darkness hides you? You grow any which way?" Luo Chi muttered, increasing the size of the flame. Based on his instincts, what he was searching for should be in this direction.
He took out a talisman stone and used his divine eye to observe the flow of energy above, confirming the direction.
Yes, this way.
Thankfully, the three major sects had stayed in the Yuntian Domain for over ten thousand years and knew a little about the Black Witchlands. That was the only reason he could come down so quickly. As for the Kun-Lai peak masters, they were probably still trekking slowly along the road. The Wu clan here liked to randomly open paths, and the Abyss even had cracks leading to the Endless Void. Falling into one wouldn’t be easy to escape from.
Luo Chi looked up, pondering how he could negotiate with Jietian Dao to trade with Kun-Lai once this business was done. Lately, he hadn’t seen a trace of that great person’s spiritual fragment…
He sighed softly, ready to get to work.
Then, he saw the god-like figure who had recently haunted his dreams, quietly standing in the distant wormwood.
Even though Luo Chi had experienced countless storms, he was still momentarily left stunned.
...Alright, he took back what he just said. The phantoms in these Witchlands really knew how to take shape. A perfect replica!