After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 85
Chapter 85: This is Qingqiu
“Sect Master, they’ve escaped!”
Liu Xichuan roared, “Then chase them! Search the ends of the earth if you must! They’re heinous criminals—anyone would be right to kill them on sight!”
“This battle has cost our sect dearly.”
Feng Cuo, the Sect Master of Shuiyun Sect, stepped forward, his tone sharp.
“If Sect Master Liu insists on continuing, our Shuiyun Sect will not accompany you any further.”
Liu Xichuan, though enraged, forced himself to remain calm.
“Brother Feng, you can’t say that. We’ve lost many disciples as well. Besides, that Nether Evil Resentment Seed is still at large—”
“Sect Leader Liu! When you gathered everyone here under the banner of eliminating a public menace, was there truly no personal grudge mixed in?”
“Perhaps I, Feng, have been too foolish, merely acting as your executioner!”
Feng Cuo flung his sleeves and declared, “We’re leaving!”
“Yes, Sect Master!”
Their departure swayed many others.
A shadow crossed Liu Xichuan’s face.
“Everyone, those people are gravely injured. They can’t stir up much trouble. As long as we—”
The Sect Master of Yueying Sect interrupted him, “Sect Leader Liu, we are powerless to help any further!”
“We feel the same!”
The leaders of the other three major sects also left, leaving only the disciples of Rimuli Sect behind.
“Sect Master, what do we do now…”
Having lost one eye and injured a leg, Liu Xichuan’s voice was twisted by fury and resentment.
“Return to the sect. I need time to recuperate.”
That Nether Evil Resentment Seed—he must obtain it!
***
Meanwhile, Jiang Niannian, after exerting all her strength, managed to escape with two companions, but she dared not stop for even a moment.
Yin Buqi and Jiang Ziyou, severely injured and overwhelmed with grief from losing their loved ones, had both passed out.
Coalball followed her, its shiny black eyes brimming with tears, letting out soft whimpers now and then.
Jiang herself was wounded, barely holding on as she supported Yin Buqi on one side and Jiang Ziyou on the other, stumbling forward.
Her consciousness was beginning to blur.
She had no idea where she was heading.
With each step, the scenery around her changed, and even the sky turned a bluish-green hue.
“It’s been a long time since an outsider came here…”
An ethereal voice suddenly drifted from all directions, so faint and airy it resembled the rustling of leaves in the wind more than a human voice.
Jiang Niannian felt her consciousness slipping further.
–I can’t… I mustn’t pass out now.
Suddenly, several graceful figures appeared out of thin air.
Each of them was stunningly beautiful and exuded a powerful aura.
Yet their killing intent was palpable, clearly honed through countless battles.
They’ve caught up?!
Jiang Niannian’s nerves instantly went taut, and Coalball at her feet bared its teeth in a fierce snarl.
To her surprise, these people knelt respectfully on one knee before the unconscious Yin Buqi and said, “We are here under the orders of the Old Palace Master to welcome the Young Master home!”
Young Master?
Who?
Yin Buqi?
Were they not here to kill them?
What was going on?
Before Jiang Niannian could make sense of it, several others carried over a soft, ornately carved wooden litter made of gold-threaded nanmu wood.
“Miss, carrying the Young Master like this will worsen his injuries. Please place him on the litter to rest.”
Jiang Niannian weakly asked, “Who are you people?”
The group exchanged glances.
“Since your identity is unclear, we cannot reveal ours.”
“Then I won’t hand Buqi over to you.”
“Miss, forgive us.”
One of them suddenly stepped forward and struck Jiang Niannian with a hand chop.
“You…”
Before she could finish, Jiang Niannian collapsed.
“Awoo!” Coalball snarled and bit one of them on the arm.
The woman in charge glanced at it nonchalantly.
“A Moon Shadow beast?”
She casually pinched its neck.
“Still so small and weak. Looks like it hasn’t absorbed any Yin energy yet.”
“What about the other two?” someone asked.
“They seem to be with the Young Master. Bring them along for now.”
The person nodded.
“This place is on the border of the human realm. We shouldn’t linger. Now that we’ve found the Young Master, we must return to Qingqiu immediately per the Old Palace Master’s orders.”
***
It was unclear how much time had passed when Jiang Niannian woke up abruptly from a nightmare, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Her forehead was damp with cold sweat.
She had dreamed that Yin Buqi had died.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Jiang Niannian glanced around, her heart pounding.
The draped gauze around her created a hazy ambiance.
The stone walls were covered with brocade, and even the ceiling was adorned with embroidered felt.
Everything—from the intricately carved jade-inlaid bed to the embroidered silk quilt—exuded opulence.
Where am I?
Where’s Buqi?!
She vaguely remembered encountering strange women during her escape.
Despite the pain from her injuries, Jiang Niannian climbed out of bed and hurried toward the door.
As soon as she opened it, she bumped into someone carrying a bowl of medicinal soup, spilling much of it.
“Honestly, still so clumsy. Not ladylike at all.”
Jiang Niannian froze at the familiar voice and looked up in disbelief.
“Shen Yu?!”
Shen Yu smirked.
“No need to look so surprised. Get back inside—your wounds haven’t healed yet.”
“How long was I unconscious? Where is this place? How did you find me? And where are the others?”
Jiang Niannian walked back into the room, her anxiety growing.
“So noisy.”
Shen Yu placed the bowl on the table with a cold snort.
“Just tell me!”
Jiang Niannian demanded, nearly frantic.
“You’ve been out for five days. This is Qingqiu. I accidentally saved the Qingqiu Divine Maiden and was brought here. Who knew I’d run into you lot?”
Jiang Niannian was stunned—she had been unconscious for so long.
“Qingqiu? Then the ones who took me were…”
“The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.”
“Before I passed out, I heard them call Buqi… Young Master?”
Jiang Niannian’s eyes widened.
“Yin Buqi is also part of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan?!”
“Exactly. His bloodline just hadn’t awakened before. Now, though, he’s hit the jackpot, climbing the ranks like a phoenix perched on a branch.”
Shen Yu glanced at Jiang and sneered.
“Funny, how you manage to pop up everywhere I go—like a pesky burr.”
“Don’t make it sound like I’m stalking you on purpose,” Jiang snapped, rolling her eyes.
“What about Buqi and the others?”
Her mind was a chaotic mix of worry for her companions’ safety, grief over Yin Ci’s death, relief at her survival, and confusion about this unfamiliar place and Yin Buqi’s identity.
The swirling emotions made her feel suffocated.
Shen Yu’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.
“Yin Buqi? Oh, he’s just fine. Woke up this morning, and his injuries have stabilized.”
“He’s probably enjoying the grand banquet the Old Palace Master threw to celebrate his return right now—surrounded by plenty of charming fox spirits, no less. No need for your concern.”
