Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw that the person was Yun Qingyao. A complex emotion flashed in her cloudy eyes.

Yun Qingyao stood in front of the prison gate, looking at him through the iron bars, and remained silent for a long time.

This person was her junior apprentice, whom she always thought was an honest and trustworthy person, but she never expected...

It was all scheming, all betrayal...

"Senior sister."

Qin Shouxian spoke first, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was being rubbed.

"You've come...I have something to say..."

"actually……"

Yun Qingyao didn't speak, but directly used a silencing talisman to shut his mouth, preventing him from saying anything more.

There were some things Yun Qingyao no longer wanted to hear...

She took a short sword from her sleeve and opened the cell door.

Chapter Twenty: Bai Lingyin's Laughter, Mu Kongyun's Sigh

The dagger in his hand pierced directly into his left eye.

Before Qin Shou's wail could even escape his throat, the dagger had already been pulled out and plunged into his right eye.

Warm liquid splashed onto the back of her hand, but her expression remained unchanged.

It's like killing a fish or slaughtering a chicken, or even more peaceful.

She didn't speak, didn't question, and didn't vent.

This man kneeling on the ground with his hands chained up isn't worth a single word from her.

She had already asked all the questions she wanted to ask in the secret realm, and she had already heard all the explanations she wanted to hear under the effects of the Truth Pill.

From that moment on, Qin Shou was already a dead man in her heart.

She has her own agenda, and this garbage should rest in peace here.

Let's make one last contribution for the sect!

A dozen minutes later, Yun Qingyao walked out of the dungeon.

She wiped the blood off the dagger with her sleeve, sheathed it, and walked steadily up the steps.

A faint dripping sound came from the depths of the dungeon behind her—the sound of blood sliding off the chains and hitting the stone slabs—but she did not turn around.

The sunlight shone down on her, warm and comforting, pulling her out of the cold, gloomy dungeon.

She stood on the steps outside the main hall, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, as if finally expelling a breath of stale air that had been pressing on her chest for a long time.

When the disciples coming and going in the sect saw her, they all bowed their heads in greeting and then quickly walked away.

She hadn't gone far when they started whispering among themselves. She didn't need to hear what they were saying to guess what they were talking about: the news of losing the position of Holy Maiden had spread throughout the entire Qingyun Sect.

Some people felt sorry for her, some gloated, and some were already discussing the preparations for the enthronement ceremony of the new Holy Maiden, Bai Lingyin.

Yun Qingyao listened to the murmurs drifting from behind her, but her expression remained surprisingly calm.

She never actually liked being a saint.

The feeling of being admired by everyone at a high place is not as glamorous as outsiders imagine.

Every step must be taken with consideration for the sect's reputation, and every word must be carefully considered. One must not lose composure, make mistakes, or be lax in the slightest.

Those admiring gazes fell upon me, not with warmth, but with heaviness.

This time it's perfect... I've finally gotten rid of it, and it feels so much easier.

The only pity is the cultivation technique.

She gently pressed her lower abdomen, feeling the flow of spiritual energy in her dantian, and a trace of regret swept through her heart.

The Cloud Technique is one of the most advanced cultivation techniques of the Qingyun Sect, exclusively for the Holy Maiden to practice. It follows a pure Yin path based on Yin essence.

Now that her Yin essence has been broken, the foundation of the Cloud Technique has collapsed by half. Continuing to cultivate it will not only fail to make progress, but will also risk causing her to suffer from demonic possession.

She needs to choose a new martial arts technique. But before that, she must first heal the whip marks on her body.

Inside the main hall, Bai Lingyin knelt on one knee on the cold blue stone bricks, her head bowed, listening to the admonition from the female cultivator in the dark blue Taoist robe above.

"Bai Lingyin, from this day forward you are the Holy Maiden of the Qingyun Sect. The position of Holy Maiden represents the face of the sect. You must be careful in every word and deed and must not overstep the bounds in the slightest."

The female cultivator wielding the whip still spoke with that aloof indifference, but her tone was much gentler than when she spoke to Yun Qingyao.

"Your cultivation level is outstanding among your peers, but you are still far from being a true expert."

"After ascending to the throne, you must cultivate diligently and not slack off. At the Holy Maiden Ceremony three years later, all the major sects will send people to attend. Do not bring shame to the Qingyun Sect."

Bai Lingyin lowered her head even further, her voice respectful and gentle.

"I will follow Master's teachings and will certainly live up to the sect's expectations."

The female cultivator holding the whip nodded slightly, then gave a few more instructions regarding the details of the succession ceremony and the inheritance of the Holy Maiden's cultivation techniques before waving her hand to dismiss her.

Bai Lingyin stood up, took three steps back, and then turned and walked out of the main hall.

Her steps were dignified and steady, her skirt remained perfectly still, and her expression remained gentle and obedient.

As she walked down the corridor, she nodded slightly to several fellow disciples, displaying the composed demeanor of a newly appointed saintess.

She remained there until she returned to her residence, closed the door, and set up soundproofing.

Then she collapsed onto the bed, buried her face in the blankets, and trembled all over.

That's a laugh...

She had been waiting for this position for far too long.

So long that every time he stood behind Yun Qingyao and saw her being revered by thousands, he felt as if a thousand ants were biting his heart.

Clearly, her talent is no less than Yun Qingyao's, and she is clearly better at interpersonal relationships, knows better how to behave, and knows better how to please her master!

But why is it Yun Qingyao who is standing in the spotlight and not her?

It's finally her!

That stupid dog Qin Shou is incompetent; he can't even handle a woman, wasting her meticulously designed Dragon Poison Scheme!

She had already made preparations for the aftermath. As long as Qin Shou succeeded, she would release the news at the right time, letting the entire sect know that the Holy Maiden had lost her virginity!

At that point, Yun Qingyao will have no choice but to quit, even if she doesn't want to!

Unexpectedly, Qin Shou was outmaneuvered... She was still annoyed, but after Yun Qingyao returned, she still managed to break through the Yin Yuan!

God helps me too!

Bai Lingyin rolled over and lay on her back on the bed, staring at the top of the tent, her lips curving into a wide smile, her eyes filled with barely suppressed ecstasy!

As for who the wild man who took Yun Qingyao's virginity was, she didn't care!

No matter who it is, she should thank them properly.

In the main hall of the Qingyun Sect, Mu Kongyun sat alone in the sect leader's seat.

She was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, her hair was neatly tied in a bun within a jade crown, and she looked to be no more than thirty years old.

But what remained in those eyes was the composure and majesty accumulated over a thousand years.

She completely concealed the spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, sitting there like a mountain, unmoving and unshakable, unchanged for a thousand years.

For over a thousand years, Mu Kongyun's personality has never changed.

Stiff, old-fashioned, and bound by rules.

Among the thousands of disciples of the Qingyun Sect, none dared to speak loudly in front of her.

She had many disciples, including those she personally taught and those she registered under her name, totaling no less than a hundred. However, the first lesson each disciple learned from her was not about martial arts techniques, but about rules and regulations.

The Qingyun Sect is the largest sect in the Southern Continent and the leader of the righteous path.

As the leader of the righteous sect, her every move is watched by the world, and she must not show any favoritism.

Even when her personally trained disciple died on the front lines, she didn't shed a single tear in public...

After returning to her bedchamber and closing the door, she sat alone in the darkness all night.

As the leader of the righteous sect, she cannot reveal her personal feelings in front of anyone.

But she is a human being.

Humans are prone to bias.

In her heart, Yun Qingyao was much better than Bai Lingyin.

That child was quiet and unassuming, never arguing or fighting, and always shouldered her own burdens, just like she was when she was young.

Bai Lingyin was eloquent and adept at handling situations; her smiles were always perfectly timed when she greeted others, and her calls of "Master" were sickeningly sweet. But she didn't like it...

What lay hidden beneath that smile could not be hidden from her eyes, which had lived for over a thousand years.

The selection of a Holy Maiden is not about choosing who is likable, but unfortunately, rules are rules, and a Holy Maiden who has lost her Yin essence must abdicate.

Bai Lingyin not only cultivated diligently but also refrained from any outrageous behavior, making her worthy of being ranked below Bai Lingyin.

Mu Kongyun sat alone in the main hall, remaining silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

She stood up and took out a cultivation manual from her sleeve... the Misty Immortal Manual.

Its grade is second only to the Cloud Technique, but it has the advantage of not being restricted by Yin energy. It enters the Dao with the concept of clouds, emphasizing emptiness, freedom, and unrestraint.

This cultivation technique would be fiercely sought after by countless sects outside, but she had kept it hidden away for countless years because none of her disciples had ever lost their Yin essence.

She summoned a trusted confidant, handed him the cultivation manual, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"Give it to Yun Qingyao... Tell her... I hope she will work harder in her cultivation in the future and stop fooling around."

Chapter Twenty-One: You said he... will he forget me?

Yun Qingyao lay face down on her bed, her robes pulled down to her waist, revealing the crisscrossing whip marks on her back.

A small, snow-white fox crouched beside her, its two front paws holding a small jar of ointment, clumsily dipping its paws into the ointment and applying it to her wound.

With each swipe, the little fox would whimper and whine, its dark eyes misting over.

The little fox's tail drooped over the edge of the bed, making her look even sadder than she was.

"Stop groaning, it doesn't hurt."

Yun Qingyao closed her eyes and spoke in a lazy voice.

The little fox snorted even louder, smearing the ointment onto the deepest whip mark, causing her to hiss in pain.

The little guy was clearly doing it on purpose, trying to make her feel wronged.

Yun Qingyao opened her eyes, turned her head to look at the little fox's puffed-up face, reached out and rubbed its head, then closed her eyes again.

She actually found out everything.

She became suspicious on the way back to the sect.

Although Qin Shou was a villain, given his cunning and audacity, it was unlikely that he could have devised such a meticulous and vicious scheme on his own.

Who gave him the information about the Flood Dragon Secret Realm?

Who told him about the properties of the Dragon Blood Poison?

Who revealed the route and timing of the saintess's journey?

If you follow the clues, the answer isn't hard to find.

There aren't many people who can set up such a scheme within the Qingyun Sect.

She wasn't too surprised when she found out about Bai Lingyin.

But she didn't care anymore.

She has always had this kind of personality: she doesn't compete or fight, and she doesn't hold grudges or seek revenge.

When she was a child, she was bullied by her fellow disciples. When her master asked her who did it, she only said she had forgotten.

Even when she grew up and someone stole her opportunity in the secret realm, she didn't pursue it; she simply moved to another place to continue her search.