111: Bewitchment

Due to Lu Qingyi's instructions, the attitudes of the other two escorting Disciples towards Nangong Li also took a turn for the worse.

The next day, to quicken their pace and end this arduous mission sooner, Lu Qingyi bought a carriage after passing through Qingshan Town.

With a means of transport, the journey naturally sped up considerably.

However, to torment Nangong Li, Lu Qingyi did not let her get into the carriage. Instead, she ingeniously tied Nangong Li's body to a wheelchair with ropes, then used a towline to have the carriage drag her forward.

"Stop! Let me go! Stop!"

On the muddy road, Nangong Li continuously let out painful wails.

As the carriage sped forward, Nangong Li's body bounced and jolted, aggravating her burning skin. The pain made her regret ever coming into this world.

Her shrill screams did not elicit a shred of sympathy from Lu Qingyi, who only felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart.

It wasn't until they entered the next city that Lu Qingyi stopped her crazy actions and settled the blood-soaked Nangong Li in an inn.

"Look at you, what a trash. You even need someone to help you change your bandages!"

Inside the inn room, Lu Qingyi leaned against the door, looking at Nangong Li with disdain.

Two Disciples roughly unwrapped the bandages on her body.

Nangong Li's wounds were stuck to the bandages. With each gentle tug from the Disciple, a sticky stream of blood would emerge, making her wince in pain.

After much effort, all the bandages were removed, revealing a ghastly injured body to everyone's eyes.

All that met the eye were burning wounds, some places even festering with pus and blood, emitting a foul odor that made one nauseous.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Lu Qingyi covered her nose, tsking a few times with extreme disgust, and once again spoke mockingly.

"Revered Master, you used to have skin as white as snow. If the male Disciples under your command saw you without clothes, they might secretly engage in some finger play to relieve their desires.

But look at your ghostly appearance now. Even a ghost would retreat in fear, wishing to cleave you with a blade to calm themselves."

Nangong Li at this moment wished she could immediately kill this Rebellious Disciple; every word was so heart-stabbing.

"Revered Master, if the Sword Emperor knew of your current appearance, would he still choose you to be the Sect Master of Chess Sword Pavilion?"

Nangong Li was already beyond caring at this point, so she simply threw caution to the wind: "Lu Qingyi, the Sword Emperor values my talent. I was chosen as the Sect Master of Chess Sword Pavilion because I cultivated the Innate Sword Intent.

It's not because of my appearance, as you imagine. Although I am down and out now, reduced to being bullied by a scoundrel like you,

I can assure you, if the Sword Emperor were here, the candidate for the Sect Master of Chess Sword Pavilion would still undoubtedly be me!"

"Hahahaha..."

Before she could finish, Lu Qingyi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Nangong Li, it's come to this, and you're still fantasizing about things that don't exist. With your appearance, which even ghosts find disgusting,

who would let you be the Sect Master of Chess Sword Pavilion? I'm afraid no one would even want you as a Utility Disciple!"

Nangong Li turned her face away, not wanting to argue with this bitch anymore.

But Lu Qingyi clearly wasn't willing to let her go: "Revered Master, I think you'll have to say goodbye to the path of cultivation forever.

This Disciple can, however, find a way for you to make a living in the future. How about this: I'll ask the innkeeper for a broken bowl for dogs, and you can hold it and beg in the streets.

With your pitiful appearance, I believe many kind-hearted people will be willing to give you a bite to eat to sustain your life!"

Nangong Li's body began to tremble slightly. Lu Qingyi's words were what she least wanted to face.

When she was a child, she was a beggar, a beggar controlled by human traffickers.

In the bitter cold, her knees ached from kneeling, but she ultimately didn't get a single bite of food and was beaten half to death upon returning.

It wasn't until she met Old Ancestor Tianyu, who took her into Heavenly Feather Sect, that Nangong Li's life underwent earth-shattering changes.

Hundreds of years passed, and she thought she would never live that kind of life again.

But now, Lu Qingyi's words directly made her feel the most inexplicable unease and fear.

No, she absolutely could not return to the past. Even if she died, she should die on the path of cultivation.

Having enjoyed the glory and status brought by cultivation, how could she return to that unbearable starting point?

Absolutely not!

Seeing her silence, Lu Qingyi immediately lost the mood to continue teasing her. She simply instructed the two Disciples: "You two watch her. I'm going back to my room to rest first."

"Yes, Senior Sister."

After seeing Lu Qingyi leave, the two roughly wrapped new bandages around Nangong Li.

Inside the room, Nangong Li's painful screams could be heard again.

However, Lu Qingyi had already set up a Barrier in the room, so outsiders couldn't hear the sounds within.

At night, Lu Qingyi was in her room, cultivating the Blood River Sword Intent taught by Chen Wuji with her eyes closed.

At this moment, eerie blood-red light emanated from her body, and her entire face was bloodless, like a ghostly zombie.

After completing one cycle of her Cultivation Technique, Lu Qingyi satisfactorily recovered from her meditative state.

"Who's there!"

But the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a figure in black and white sitting at the round table in front of her, gently fanning himself with a Folding Fan.

"Blood River Sword Intent. It seems you also obtained this trash Cultivation Technique in the Forbidden Ground behind the mountain."

Shen Lian slowly put away his Folding Fan and turned to look at Lu Qingyi.

"It's you?"

The moment she saw Shen Lian, Lu Qingyi's forehead immediately broke out in a sweat.

She had personally witnessed Shen Lian's formidable strength. Just a slight guidance from him allowed Su Mengyao's sword Dao to achieve an unprecedented Breakthrough.

Even with Chen Wuji's Legacy, she stood no chance against Shen Lian.

"What do you want with me?"

Shen Lian mocked her without hesitation: "No need to be afraid. You are not worthy of dying by my hand yet.

Dealing with a useless trash brings me no joy whatsoever."

Lu Qingyi remained vigilant, fearing that Shen Lian was deceiving her.

"Indeed a trash, hmph."

Seeing her demeanor, Shen Lian couldn't be bothered with idle talk and went straight to the point.

"Even with the Legacy, to cultivate the Blood River Sword Intent to Major Achievement, with your talent, it would take at least a thousand years.

But what if I told you, you trash, there's a faster shortcut to reach the Peak of Blood River Sword Intent within three months? Are you, a trash, willing to try?"

Lu Qingyi heard this and whispered, "Are you serious?"

"What good would it do me to lie to a trash like you?" Shen Lian's face darkened. "If you don't believe me, then I don't have time to waste with you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingyi immediately knelt before Shen Lian: "Senior, are you truly willing to help me?"

"You talk too much!" Shen Lian was clearly getting impatient. "Dawdling like this, if you miss this opportunity, you'll never find a more suitable time than now."

"I am willing!"

Lu Qingyi immediately declared loudly.

"If Senior is willing to help me cultivate the Blood River Sword Intent, this Junior is willing to agree to all your conditions."

Shen Lian's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. He turned and said to her, "Since your talent is lacking, then we'll try another method.

The Innate Sword Bone within Nangong Li is the best nourishment for you to break through your own limits. I wonder if you have the guts to take it from her?"