The Sect Master of the Wenjian Sect couldn't help but look surprised. When a disciple caused trouble, shouldn't the master be the one to pay?
Why was it the exact opposite with the Changming Sect?
Luo Qingyu sighed helplessly, took out a gilded jade card from her storage ring, and handed it over.
“Sect Master, please take this card. Once you've calculated how much we owe in damages, you can withdraw it directly from the Jinzhi Chamber of Commerce.”
The Wenjian Sect Master's eyes widened. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the jade card.
The Jinzhi Auction House was one of the top chambers of commerce in the cultivation world. Ordinary cultivators could not easily obtain this card, no matter how many spirit stones they possessed.
Yet, the one before him was actually a gilded jade card of the highest tier.
The Wenjian Sect Master's expression changed instantly, a smile forcing its way onto his face. “Oh, it's nothing, really. It's just a collapsed secret realm, a trivial matter.”
Standing to the side, Qin Fanfan stared with utter disdain at the Wenjian Sect Master, who changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book. He muttered quietly, “Hmph, he's only saying that because my Xiaoyu is rich.”
In truth, he was also rather curious about where his Fourth Disciple had gotten this VIP card.
Since she didn't bring it up, it wasn't appropriate for him, as her master, to pry.
With that, he flicked his sleeves and led his disciples away.
In the elimination seats, Zhu You watched their retreating figures and couldn't help but speak up. “Eldest Senior Brother, that card Senior Brother Luo just held out... it looked like a VIP card from the Jinzhi Auction House, didn't it?”
Xia Qing nodded in agreement. “You didn't see wrong, Junior Sister. It indeed was.”
Zuo Yi clicked his tongue in amazement. “I didn't expect Senior Brother Luo to be even wealthier than Eldest Senior Brother.”
Chu Xingzhi suddenly leaped up. “Then doesn't that mean Eldest Senior Brother is going to be kept by him?”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Ye Qinghan's face turned completely dark.
Gritting his teeth, he said, “Chu Xingzhi, extra training when we get back.”
The moment the words fell, he turned and left the elimination seats.
Zhu You and the other two could no longer hold it in, bursting into fits of laughter on the spot.
Chu Xingzhi's legs went weak, and he stumbled to the ground. Looking up at the sky, he wailed in tears, “Aaaah! Changming Sect, we are irreconcilable enemies!”
...
With the various sects heading back, Ye Qiao returned to her courtyard clutching the spiritual tool that seemed to be of immense value. She, Xue Yu, and Luo Qingyu began to study it together.
Ye Qiao reached out to touch the shimmering artifact, asking in confusion, “What kind of artifact is this, exactly?”
Luo Qingyu answered directly, “The Mountains and Rivers Scroll.”
Xue Yu suddenly remembered and quickly added, “Fourth Junior Brother is right. I've seen it in ancient texts before—the Mountains and Rivers Scroll.”
“It's said to be ranked third on the Spiritual Tool Registry. Once you open the scroll, the imagery inside can trap enemies within your own past memories.”
“It's a very excellent illusionary tool.”
Hearing this, Ye Qiao was instantly intrigued.
“Let me test the waters first.”
She then looked at Luo Qingyu and said, “Fourth Senior Brother, if I don't wake up halfway through, remember to give me a kick.”
Luo Qingyu made a gesture. “Alright, Junior Sister.”
Xue Yu had just activated the spiritual tool when, before long, Ye Qiao woke up with a violent start, thoroughly startled.
“Holy crap, that was terrifying.”
“What did you see?”
Xue Yu couldn't help but question his life choices. Was the Mountains and Rivers Scroll, ranked third on the Spiritual Tool Registry, really this useless?
Ye Qiao replied with a bitter, resentful look, “I saw the daily routine of a miserable corporate slave working.”
Luo Qingyu knew exactly what she meant, but she didn't show any of it on her face, quietly watching Ye Qiao and Xue Yu.
Xue Yu suddenly turned to Luo Qingyu and said, “Fourth Junior Brother, why don't you give it a try?”
Luo Qingyu felt a sudden wave of interest and nodded gently. “Sure.”
Seeing his Fourth Junior Brother agree, Xue Yu quickly activated the spiritual tool once more.
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. The scene before Luo Qingyu shifted, and she found herself back in the dorm room where she had sat before her death.
She stared blankly for three seconds, slowly looking around. The familiar clatter of keyboard typing and the cool breeze blowing from the air conditioner were exactly the same as in her past life, as if she had never left.
Luo Qingyu glanced down at the rejected thesis on her laptop. A surge of irritation welled up in her heart, and she raised her hand to slam the laptop violently onto the floor.
With a sharp crack, the surrounding environment instantly shattered into fragments, and the scene shifted once again.
...
In a courtyard filled with a chilling aura, numerous corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the ground, which was drenched in blood.
An exquisitely beautiful woman, her face stained with shocking streaks of blood, tightly clutched a child as lovely as carved jade in her arms.
She desperately grabbed the robes of the black-clad man standing before her, her voice trembling. “Husband, we have known each other for a hundred years. Just for an outsider, you would personally eliminate us? Do you have even a shred of conscience left?”
A charming, seductive woman standing nearby slowly leaned against him, whining softly, “A-Yan, does Sister... not like me?”
The black-clad man patted the seductive woman's back and said gently, “Don't worry. She and that bastard child will be dead soon.”
The blood of the young woman holding the child boiled, and she could no longer restrain herself, screaming fiercely, “Luo Huaiyan, you beast! Xiaoyu is still so young, yet you would ruthlessly kill her too!”
A cold, indifferent smile curved Luo Huaiyan's lips. “What does a child matter in the face of power and status? You mother and child are only fit to be my stepping stones.”
Hearing these words, the young woman's face instantly turned deathly pale.
The jade-carved little toddler in her arms reached out a small hand, gently stroking her mother's cheek, and spoke in a sweet, babyish voice, “Mother, don't be afraid.”
Luo Huaiyan spoke indifferently, ordering the guards beside him, “Alright, take them away. Clean it up, and don't leave a single trace.”
With that, he wrapped his arm around the seductive woman and turned to leave the courtyard.
Watching this tragic scene from the sidelines, Luo Qingyu's heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions. Her heart pounded wildly, and she instinctively reached out her hand, but she could grasp nothing.
The scene suddenly shifted.
The woman fled in panic while clutching the child, making her way all the way to a secret chamber inside the house. She hurriedly spoke to Xuan Qiu.
“Xuan Qiu, quickly take the Eldest Young Lady and leave! Go!”
The little toddler in her arms desperately clutched Wen Ruoqing's clothes, crying heartrendingly, “Mother, I won't go! I don't want to leave Mother!”
Tears welled in Wen Ruoqing's eyes as she coaxed the child with gentleness and resolve, “Be good, Xiaoyu. You must escape. In the future, just stay alive, and never come back.”
With that, she prepared to turn back.
Xuan Qiu's voice trembled with anxiety. “Madam! Where are you going?!”
Wen Ruoqing smiled sorrowfully. “I have to find Xiao Yu.”
“No! The outside is crawling with the young master's men. If you go out, you'll definitely be captured!”
Wen Ruoqing shook her head and raised her hand to form a teleportation hand seal.
The moment the formation lit up, the little toddler cried even harder, “Mother, don't go! Xiaoyu will be good and listen!”
At that very instant, the vision shook violently, and the surrounding scenery began to crack open with dark, gaping fissures.
The familiar shouts of Ye Qiao and the others echoed from the outside, accompanied by the force of a heavy kick coming down.
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