Love Travels through Time (My father who traveled through time and space to cultivate immortality came back to pick me up) - Chapter 24
Chapter 24: The Female Demon Lord
Under the influence of the Qingtian Sect’s sword formation, sword energy splashed in all directions. Xiang Haikui’s divine sense could not extend very far, making it impossible to determine the source of that gaze.
Not until Tiankuang paused from its excitement, switching to a trembling frequency.
This was the frequency generated when the Twelve Divine Swords resonated with one another.
Xiang Haikui focused her mind into the sword. Following the energy of Tiankuang, her divine sense finally glimpsed two hooded figures standing on a bare rock several hundred yards away.
This type of cloak could isolate immortals from probing. Pulling the brim down covered the entire face or revealed only a chin. Except for acquaintances, no one could use magic to perceive their true appearance.
With one look, Xiang Haikui knew one of them was Bai Xingxian.
The silly child had not stuffed his white hair into the cloak.
As for the other person, whether it was Lu Xiqiao or the Boss, her heart could not help but feel a bit uneasy.
The distance was simply too far. Secret voice transmissions would be dispersed by the air currents.
“Young Master Meng and this lady are still not leaving?”
Fang Zhiyou issued an order to expel guests, giving them a look that said, “You cannot snatch it, do not waste time.”
Under the pressure of the sword formation, two of the small black ball’s serrated teeth were already broken. Its speed of rolling and crashing was also slowing down. It would soon be time to act.
Meng Xilou sneered. Unintentionally, he aggravated the internal injuries inflicted by the Sand Bear, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He held his hands behind his back and straightened his waist, face showing nothing, resolutely refusing to show weakness before these mortal dregs.
“I am waiting here to see for whom your noble sect is making a wedding dress.”
Just as Fang Zhiyou was about to speak, his brows suddenly furrowed.
The long sword at his waist also gave a warning.
“Since you are here, why hide?” Bending his finger, he lifted the sword guard by an inch. Sword energy flew out in an instant, resembling a long rainbow.
A moment after the words fell, Xiang Haikui heard a noise. Turning around to look with her divine sense, she saw dozens of people riding giant lizards, orderly “crawling” toward this place.
Outside the pass, besides beasts of burden, another beast species that could be driven was the demon lizard. Belonging to the demon race, they were the exclusive mounts and battle pets of the dual-form Sky Demons of Demon City.
The one leading them should be the eighth-rank Female Demon Lord of Demon City, Qingni.
Fang Zhiyou first glared at Meng Xilou. “Demon City is considered the biggest enemy of Silver Sand. Young Master Meng, this is colluding with the enemy. Are you not afraid your master will severely punish you after exiting seclusion?”
Xiang Heng was of an upright nature, always clear about rewards and punishments.
Fang Zhiyou trusted that.
Meng Xilou curled his lips, indifferent.
“Master” exiting seclusion?
When “Master” exits seclusion, it will be the date of death for everyone in this border region, including your Qingtian Sword Sect.
Let us see how many more days you can remain arrogant.
Xiang Haikui’s gaze remained frozen on Qingni.
This female big shot had a melon-seed face and willow-leaf eyebrows.
Her appearance was extremely delicate and pretty, yet because she was stern and unsmiling, and carried a heavy metal bow on her back, she looked very… tough.
However, why did she look somewhat familiar?
She tried desperately to recall her dream. She had indeed only heard of her great name and had never seen her in person.
Finally, she remembered!
It was not her own dream, but in her father’s dream!
The effect of probing another’s fate line was not clear, but Xiang Haikui remembered her.
After her father fell into Qi deviation and went mad, Qingni came to Silver Sand immediately to stop him, attempting to control her father.
In the beginning, her father’s madness was not that severe, and he still possessed a trace of self-control.
She had the opportunity to kill her father, but she could not bring herself to do it. Instead, her neck was grabbed by her father, and she was strangled to death alive.
Furthermore, she had shed a tear, which dropped onto the back of her father’s hand that had snapped her neck bone.
Xiang Haikui had an extremely deep impression of this scene.
Because through the blurry screen given by the fortune-telling brush, she could feel that Qingni’s eyes were filled with distress and affection for her father.
My goodness!
The enemy her father had fought against for two hundred years, the big shot of Demon City, had actually been secretly in love with her father all along!
Yes, secret love.
Because her father had always treated her as an enemy, and the two were as incompatible as fire and water.
Xiang Haikui’s small heart thudded rapidly.
What to do, accidentally finding out this secret.
Driving her demon lizard, Qingni led the crowd of Sky Demons as they walked slowly. Originally, her gaze was cast upon the small black ball in the sword formation.
Sensing Xiang Haikui’s “strange” gaze, she looked over.
“Junior Sister, come behind me,” Meng Xilou said. He was reminded by the old man before he remembered he was still trying to win over the woman beside him.
Hearing the words “Junior Sister,” Qingni immediately knew Xiang Haikui’s identity.
Pursing her thin lips, she sneered, “You are the cheap spawn that Xiang Heng spent many years of effort to find back?”
Auntie, with this kind of attitude, it is impossible for you to pursue my dad.
Thinking of that tear, Xiang Haikui was not angry.
She flicked the feathers at her temples and smiled sweetly at her.
The bun hair paired with two small dimples, this pure and harmless smile made Qingni freeze slightly.
At this time, the disciples supporting the sword formation, seeing the Demon Lord arrive, were already a bit flustered.
Fang Zhiyou blocked the front of the sword formation.
“Demon Lord, your tribe has always relied on your own power. How come you are also interested in treasures?”
Blocked by the sword energy, Qingni raised her arm, and the demon lizards stopped one after another.
She said, “Poor, snatching it to sell for money.”
Fang Zhiyou…
“Hahaha.” A laugh came over.
“I am different. I came purely to cause trouble.”
Xiang Haikui hurriedly followed the laughter and looked over. These were all figures capable of increasing the madness of Tiankuang. She had to get to know them properly.
This group of people arrived riding beasts of burden.
The man leading them was very handsome in appearance, but his lips were pitch black as if poisoned, and he wore a stud on his ear.
His hairstyle was also quite strange, ear-length short hair, but leaving a strand of long hair at his left temple.
This person was the Sect Leader of the Songni Sect, Jian Chou.
Fang Zhiyou glared at Meng Xilou again, and only then berated Jian Chou, “You traitor!”
Jian Chou tilted his head, “This seat has corrected you many times. I was expelled after Grand Elder broke my sword. I have never betrayed the sect.”
Fang Zhiyou said angrily, “A tricky and strange fellow like you is simply unworthy of holding a sword!”
Jian Chou clicked his tongue, “There is no worthiness or unworthiness. In my eyes, sword cultivators only need to possess one characteristic to cultivate the sword.”
“Oh?” Qingni took up the conversation.
“The weak.” Jian Chou used his pinky to stroke the strand of hair hanging down from his temple, “The strong are powerful in themselves. For instance, someone like this seat, is there a need to rely on the prestige of a sword?”
“Only weaklings like you would act fierce by relying on the sword’s power.”
The faces of the Qingtian Sect sword cultivators present all turned green.
Xiang Haikui did not feel much. She herself was a weak trash without spiritual roots, able to make rapid progress entirely relying on Tiankuang and the Yin Changlei-brand power bank.
But hearing Meng Xilou snort in disdain beside her, she really could not help saying “holy crap” in her heart. Had she joined a Posturing Kings Convention?
Afraid the posturing kings of the entire vast desert were gathered here.
“Little Sister Kui.”
Suddenly, she heard Bai Xingxian’s secret voice transmission.
Xiang Haikui hurriedly extended her divine sense over. Taking advantage of the large and chaotic crowd, and because the people of the Songni Sect were all wearing black robes which were not easy to distinguish, the two of them had actually reached a place not far behind her.
Now that big shots gathered, even Meng Xilou had no time to pay attention to a small fry like her. She also transmitted her voice, “Little Bai, why did you come?”
“It is Uncle. Uncle sensed it.”
“Senior sensed the small black ball?”
“After you left, Uncle tried to take control of Dao Chen’s body. I was guarding outside, but in less than half a day, he suddenly went out and brought me here…”
After listening to Bai Xingxian, Xiang Haikui was then certain that the other hooded figure was the Boss.
Not knowing if they would be targeted by those two Netherworld big shots, she was quite worried.
“Little Sister Kui, you must never slip up,” Bai Xingxian secretly reminded her.
“What?”
“That is…that is…we accidentally saved him from the restaurant’s chopping board. We did not marinate him, did not chop him, and never thought about eating him…”
Xiang Haikui… “Little Bai, deceiving Senior like this is not good, right?”
It was not that she had high moral integrity. This matter was no small issue. Looking at the fact that those who did not know were not guilty, the Boss might spare her life.
If he turned around and found out he was deceived, he might chop her into eight pieces.
Xiang Haikui knew her positioning very well.
The Boss’s cultivation and care for her were all built on the premise that she possessed utilization value.
It was not that the two really had any affection.
Similarly, her helping the Boss like this now was not out of affection either, but repaying a favor.
However, now was not a good time to explain either. It was not too late to break out of the current predicament first.
There was another question.
“Why did Senior suddenly believe us?”
Previously, he was clearly very cautious.
Bai Xingxian’s voice was equally confused, “I do not know. After Uncle lost his memory, his living habits did not change, but his personality became so strange. I cannot figure it out at all. One moment very cold, one moment very gentle, one moment seeming very shrewd, one moment again…”
In short, like the changeable weather of Jiangnan, the fickle mood of a young girl. Xiang Haikui could actually understand.
The Boss was a man with experiences and stories. His personality, after settling through time, was inherently multi-layered.
Suddenly losing his memory, he could not find his true self.
“Miss Xiang.”
While she was transmitting her voice secretly with Bai Xingxian, Yin Changli’s voice suddenly interjected.
After seizing the body, even secret transmissions were in the original owner’s voice.
He said, “I have tried. I cannot establish a connection with it. I am a demon body. Demons and magical treasures usually do not forge soul contracts, but blood contracts.”
A blood contract, that meant the physical body.
Xiang Haikui muttered. No wonder on the day Dao Chen unsealed the Mirage Demon, she fought with Wumian, and the small black ball wanted to swallow Wumian.
It was not coming to avenge her. It might have felt the blood energy of the small black snake in her jar and wanted to help its owner.
Yin Changli said again, “I think what I sensed should be a certain treasure inside its internal palace that resonated with my divine soul.”
Hearing his voice slightly tinged with disappointment, Xiang Haikui hurriedly comforted him, “It is fine, Senior. Right now, the small black ball is surrounded by sword energy, and the obstruction is originally large. You wait, okay? In a moment, I will go snatch it back for you, and you can try slowly.”
For a long while, she did not hear his response.
Xiang Haikui thought he probably did not believe she had this capability.
That was right. Among the camps of nearly two hundred people from three sides, she was indeed a bit timid.
However, a woman who possessed the Tiankuang Sword could not wimp out.
She had come to understand it. Continuing like this, sooner or later she would also be qualified to join the Posturing Kings Convention.
Besides, the second layer of Tiankuang’s madness intent was only a bit short of full gauge.
Yet it had been stationary for a long time.
She set her sights on Yin Changli again.
However, cursing the Boss face to face earlier seemed to have lost its effect.
She had even chopped the Boss. What did just cursing a few words count for?
Unless she took advantage of the Boss’s amnesia to sleep with him, then it was estimated it could directly be full and overflow again.
She was merely thinking wildly.
Yin Changli’s voice suddenly responded, “Okay.”
Xiang Haikui?
After reacting for a moment, she realized the Boss was replying to her previous words.
It really scared her to death.
“Miss Xiang, thank you,” Yin Changli added another sentence.
Xiang Haikui’s divine sense was still placed over there, so she saw Yin Changli raise his hand, lifting the brim of his cloak, and looking straight in her direction.
The corners of his lips curved slightly into an arc.
His eyes were filled with firm trust, and a slight, faint… attachment?
Xiang Haikui was stunned.
She finally understood why Bai Xingxian said he was very strange.
Boss, did you really just lose your memory, and not lose your mind?
Please do not have any misunderstanding about yourself.
You are a real imperial CEO, not some pup!
