Second Senior Sister Has A Highly Dangerous Profession - Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Xuanyuan Heng couldn’t answer the question.
It wasn’t his fault—he had never been to the secret realm.
He had only heard about it from books and from the elders of his sect, who described scenes of blood-soaked battles and life-threatening dangers.
It was common for people to emerge from the secret realm missing limbs.
As for the competition over spiritual treasures…the stories were even more exaggerated.
The original owners of these secret realms were often powerful ancestors who had fought fierce battles to obtain these treasures.
Naturally, they wanted to test future generations as well, setting up all sorts of traps and obstacles to prevent others from easily taking the treasures.
-Why should I risk my life back then just to benefit those who come after me? Am I some kind of selfless saint?
And so, over time, it became a tradition to fill secret realms with traps, making it almost a default setting.
Just the thought of obtaining a spiritual treasure from a secret realm would bring to mind the image of overcoming countless hardships and facing near-death experiences.
But now, the seven people flying towards them on swords were all carrying various spiritual treasures.
The one at the front, Yu Xizhi, was even more exaggerated—she was using a pot to hold her treasures!
And it wasn’t just that.
Xuanyuan Heng could tell that even the brush tucked into her hair was a spiritual treasure!
They were overflowing with treasures, so much so that they had to put them in their hair!
This… this is what it means to come back from a robbery, but you may not get such a lot of money, right? !
As they flew by, Yu Xizhi quickly reached Xuanyuan Heng and his group.
Xuanyuan Heng was about to say something, but she didn’t stop.
She just brushed past him, leaving a faintly bloody breeze in her wake, and called out, “Senior Brother Heng, are you stupid? Run!”
Technically speaking, Yu Xizhi should have called Xuanyuan Heng “Senior Brother.”
However, since she was still in the Kunwu Sect, calling him that could easily be misunderstood as referring to Yu Si, so she had always called him “Senior Brother Heng” instead.
As she flew on without stopping, the six people behind her didn’t slow down either.
As they passed by, Xuanyuan Heng and He Gu overheard their casual conversation.
Yi Zui’s voice was full of frustration: “I’m going to be suffocated by this pile of snake demon cores! Why can’t I just put them in my storage pouch? I brought eighteen storage pouches!”
Shen Ye gritted his teeth: “Hold on! Spiritual treasures brought out of the secret realm need to be thoroughly checked before they can go into a storage pouch. A storage pouch is a spatial container, which is essentially a small world. If it can’t handle the load, it could cause spatial turbulence or even small explosions, which are extremely dangerous. It should only take two incense sticks’ worth of time to get to Tianjiu Town, so just hold your breath!”
Sun Tian’er had already blocked her nose with spiritual energy, so her voice was particularly muffled: “By the way, did we really clean everything out just now? Junior Brother Cheng, are you sure nothing was left behind?”
“Senior Sister Sun, ‘cleaning out’ might be a bit too blunt,” Cheng Luocen replied calmly.
“The secret realm was going to collapse anyway, so maybe’rescuing’ the treasures is more appropriate.”
Their voices faded away as they passed, and Xuanyuan Heng, seeing that the collapsing secret realm was about to reach them, quickly turned around with He Gu and the others, following behind the group.
He Gu still had a dazed expression on his face, as if he hadn’t recovered from the collapse of his beliefs.
Or perhaps, what he had just overheard had plunged him into complete confusion.
“Um…”
“Uh… this…”
“Senior Brother, I…”
He Gu tried to speak several times but swallowed his words.
Instead, Xuanyuan Heng spoke first.
As the knowledgeable senior brother of Baiyu Pavillion, even he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“What do they mean? Are demon cores something you can pile up like that? A year ago, that bastard Yao Xu got lucky and found a demon with a core, and he bragged to me about it for ages. And now demon cores are this worthless?”
But that wasn’t all.
Xuanyuan Heng’s voice grew faster and angrier: “And they even complain about the smell! If it’s that bad, give them to me! Let me deal with the ‘trouble’! Damn it, ‘cleaning out’ the secret realm? ‘Rescuing’ spiritual treasures? What the hell did they do in that secret realm?”
“And as for Yu Xizhi, she’s our junior sister. Doesn’t she know she should bring back a few demon cores for her senior brother? If she had any sense…”
Xuanyuan Heng was practically drooling as he stared at the demon cores in Sun Tian’er and Cheng Luocen’s arms, his eyes turning red with envy.
He was so focused on the treasures that he didn’t notice Yu Xizhi suddenly turning around to fly alongside him.
She called out loudly, “Senior Brother Heng?”
Xuanyuan Heng was so startled that he almost fell off his sword.
“What… what do you want?”
Yu Xizhi’s voice was gentle: “I came to give you a few demon cores as a gift for my senior brother.”
Xuanyuan Heng nearly blacked out.
Usually, he was known for his flashy red clothes and his sharp tongue, maintaining a cool and aloof image. Although many of his fellow disciples in Baiyu Pavillion knew his true nature, he had never slipped up in front of Yu Xizhi.
Even when they had been watching each other through the water mirror, it felt like there was a barrier between them.
Even when she tricked him into electrocuting himself, he kept his composure.
But now, having heard all his complaints and grievances, he had completely lost his cool.
Xuanyuan Heng forced a laugh.
“Really?”
Yu Xizhi meant what she said.
She smiled sweetly and handed over the pot.
“Pick one.”
Xuanyuan Heng tried to keep his composure, but inside, he was overjoyed.
Though her way of giving demon cores was a bit unconventional, he reminded himself that great achievements required boldness.
Just imagining going back and using a bunch of demon cores as marbles to rub it in Yao Xu’s face made Xuanyuan Heng’s fingers itch with excitement.
He leaned over the pot.
Yu Xizhi’s pot indeed held demon cores—a lot of them.
Since she had obtained the pot and the brush, she felt she had already received an immense fortune.
Not wanting to hog all the other spiritual treasures and uncertain if some of them might accidentally bond with her, she had forced all the remaining treasures onto the others.
So now, her pot was filled to the brim with demon cores.
A small snake, trapped at the bottom of the pot, was crushed under the weight of the demon cores, struggling to breathe and seeing stars.
But most importantly, the smell of a pot full of demon cores was indescribable.
Xuanyuan Heng had initially thought Yi Zui was being dramatic about the stench of the demon cores.
Now, in his excitement, he forgot to be cautious.
As he leaned over, he took in a full whiff of the scent from the pot.
The moment the red-clad youth fainted, not a single demon core in that pot was innocent.
“Senior Brother!”
He Gu panicked as he watched the red-clad youth suddenly collapse.
Reacting quickly, he grabbed hold of him.
Another disciple swooped down, catching Xuanyuan Heng’s out-of-control flying sword, while another supported his other arm.
“What’s wrong with Senior Brother?”
Yu Xizhi calmly retracted her pot, smiling innocently.
“Maybe he was just overwhelmed by all the demon cores.”
She cheerfully grabbed two demon cores from the pot and tossed one to each of the disciples holding Xuanyuan Heng.
“Here, take these as a souvenir.”
He Gu, holding the demon core that Xuanyuan Heng had longed for, stood there speechless.
He couldn’t help but feel like lighting a candle for his senior brother, who had just fainted from the stench of the demon cores.
The group returned fully loaded.
Although Yu Si and the others were resting in Tianjiu Town, they took turns standing on the city wall, watching the movements in the desert.
Naturally, they saw the group breaking through the sandstorm and approaching.
The people waiting in Tianjiu Town quickly got up.
By now, everyone had checked their wounds, and the fellow disciples from Xuecan Peak and Xiya Tower were using their unique methods to treat each other, creating a subtle competition between them.
As a result, the Kunwu disciples were standing on the city wall, all wrapped in bandages, holding pills, powders, or even healing treasures, looking quite disheveled.
Yu Xizhi and the others felt like they had only spent a short time in the secret realm, but it had actually been a full day and night.
No wonder they were feeling a bit tired.
Earlier on the way back, they had asked the few Baiyu Pavillion disciples who hadn’t fainted and were relieved to hear that their fellow disciples left behind were also safe.
But it wasn’t until they saw the familiar faces on the wall that they finally let out a sigh of relief.
The mission to clear out the snake demons in Tianjiu Town had finally come to an end.
Yu Xizhi was particularly moved when she saw Yu Si standing in the center.
For her, this time held a deeper significance.
The plot of the original book was indeed written in black and white, but it seemed not entirely unchangeable.
She could subtly alter Cheng Luocen’s timeline, bringing him to the Kunwu Mountain Sect at a time when he should have been tempered and toughened up by the world.
She reassured herself that from start to finish, she had merely invited him to the sect without forcing anything upon him.
Yet, it was clear that while Cheng Luocen’s character remained unchanged, his life seemed to have quietly shifted.
She could also… allow her brother to achieve a perfect Dao heart and refine his core after forming his golden core.
The fierce battle not only didn’t cause any cracks in the young man’s golden core but instead stabilized his realm, even hinting at a breakthrough to the mid-stage of the Golden core realm.
All those days of enduring lightning strikes, suffering from sword intent in the cave, and stubbornly holding on with bloodshot eyes… None of it was in vain.
Yu Xizhi closed her eyes slightly to calm the surge of emotion in her heart, then suddenly said, “Little Zhizhi, I’m very happy.”
Sitting on her shoulder, Little Zhizhi might have been the only one in the world who saw the tiny, bright drop in the corner of her eye.
The little paperman stared at the tear for a moment, then suddenly stood up.
It was just tall enough to reach her eye with a raised hand.
Even though the paper figure had been infused with supreme spiritual energy by Xie Junzhi, allowing it to take on human form, it was still just paper.
As it wiped the tear, the drop soaked into its hand, gradually softening and distorting it.
But Little Zhizhi didn’t mention it, quietly pulling its sleeve over the now-misshapen hand and sitting back down as if nothing had happened.
Its movements were so quick that Yu Xizhi was unaware of what had transpired.
Holding the pot in her hands, she smiled again and flew her sword toward Yu Si.
“Brother! I’ve returned safely!”
Yu Si’s heart was also stirred.
Although they had only been apart for less than two days, he had experienced longer separations while on missions in the past.
However, this time was particularly perilous, and seeing Yu Xizhi unharmed, with the enemy defeated, made him feel differently.
But his gaze paused on the pot in her hands.
“You’re carrying a pot with you? Were you so hungry after just two days?”
Those behind Yu Xizhi instinctively wanted to explain that the pot wasn’t for cooking but quickly realized the implication of Yu Si’s words.
Remembering Yu Xizhi’s three daily meals at Muyong Peak, they suddenly found themselves at a loss for words.
Tan Mingtang waved a pill under Xuanyuan Heng’s nose, waking him up.
His face ashen, Xuanyuan Heng looked at the pot with an ugly expression.
This senior brother of Baiyu Pavillion, who had never been so embarrassed, was filled with complicated emotions.
Seeing that the two people supporting him each held a demon core, he nearly fainted again.
Yu Xizhi hesitated, wanting to explain, but then her stomach growled, making it unclear whether she was hungry or craving something.
She suddenly felt that an explanation wasn’t necessary; it might indeed be time for a meal.
At that moment, another voice, cautious and trembling, spoke up.
A young boy wearing the outer disciple robes of Kunwu Mountain Sect kneeled at the foot of the wall, his figure almost swallowed by the shadow.
Though he bowed deeply, his loud voice carried a noticeable tremor and a hint of suppressed sobbing.
“I am Huang Shunyu, an outer disciple of Kunwu Mountain Sect. Regarding the matter of the snake demons, I… I have something I wish to say to Senior Brother!”
