145: Return to the Primordial Holy Land

The next morning.

At the gate of Yaochi Holy Land, clouds and mist swirled, making it look like a fairyland.

At this time, Lu Yi and the others were fully prepared and stood on the square outside the gate.

Luo Qingcheng, the Sect Master of Yaochi, personally led a group of Elders to "see them off."

However, compared to the superficial politeness when Lu Yi first arrived...

...at this moment, the expression on Luo Qingcheng's face was terrifyingly cold.

It was no wonder she was in a bad mood.

So many things had happened in just a few short days.

And every single one of these incidents, although there was no direct evidence pointing to Lu Yi, Luo Qingcheng's intuition told her that they definitely had something to do with this "jinx"!

Now that she saw this god of plague was finally leaving, Luo Qingcheng didn't want to keep him for a moment longer.

She couldn't even be bothered to say another word of those hypocritical pleasantries.

"Holy Son Lu."

Luo Qingcheng stood on the steps, looking down from above, her tone as cold as if it would freeze the air:

"Since Primordial Holy Land is busy with affairs, I will not insist on you staying. Have a safe journey; I shall not see you off further."

This expulsion order was given quite decisively.

After finishing this simple formality...

...Luo Qingcheng did not linger for a second, nor did she even look back.

She simply flicked her sleeve and turned to leave, leading the group of Elders behind her, who also had complex expressions... As the people of Yaochi departed.

Outside the vast gate, only Lu Yi and the Hehuan Sect group remained.

Although they were "allies" in the same boat this time...

...all good things must come to an end. After all, they belonged to different Sects, and now it was time to part ways.

Lu Yi turned his head and looked at Chu Qianqian beside him.

"What are your plans next?"

Lu Yi asked with a smile:

"Are you coming back to Primordial Holy Land with me as a guest? Or..."

Hearing Lu Yi's invitation, Chu Qianqian raised her hand and gently brushed a strand of hair that had been tousled by the morning breeze away from her ear.

That movement exuded an indescribable charm.

"Oh my, I want to go with you too."

She sighed, her tone tinged with a bit of regret:

"Unfortunately, I can't. This time can be considered a massive victory, so I have to take my Junior Sisters back to the Hehuan Sect quickly to report the results to Revered Master."

At this point, she covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes and brows filled with pride:

"I'm sure the old lady will be very happy, but..."

Chu Qianqian suddenly took a step forward.

Completely disregarding the presence of others, she pressed herself almost entirely against Lu Yi.

That familiar, intoxicating fragrance instantly drifted into Lu Yi's nose.

She extended a slender finger, gently tracing circles on Lu Yi's chest, her breath smelling of orchids:

"Don't worry, once I've handled those trivial matters of the Sect, I'll go to Primordial Holy Land to find you..."

She stood slightly on her tiptoes, leaning into Lu Yi's ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, emphasizing each word:

"To... play with you."

The word "play" was heavily emphasized.

Her tone was full of suggestion, teasing, and a certain deep meaning that could only be understood but not expressed in words.

Then, Chu Qianqian took half a step back, her gaze passing over Lu Yi's shoulder.

She looked at the vigilant Wu Mingyue behind him, the carefree Qing'er who was stuffing herself with snacks, Ling'er standing nearby, and Leng Ningshuang, who looked quite unfriendly.

A subtle, almost imperceptible look flashed through her eyes, and then she looked at Lu Yi with a half-smile:

"Anyway, I'm sure Holy Son Lu won't be lonely during this time, right?"

Lu Yi was about to retort.

However, before he could speak...

...Chu Qianqian suddenly opened her arms without any warning.

"Give me a hug."

Without any hesitation, she gave Lu Yi a big hug.

She hugged Lu Yi's waist tightly, burying her face deep into the crook of his neck.

The hug was brief, lasting only two or three breaths.

"Don't forget me."

She whispered softly into Lu Yi's ear.

Then, she suddenly let go, as if afraid she might regret it.

She turned around, her red skirt tracing a graceful arc in the wind.

"I'm leaving! I'll come find you when I have time!"

She waved her hand with her back to Lu Yi, not looking back even once.

She directly led the Disciples of the Hehuan Sect onto the massive flying boat.

The flying boat soon started up, turning into a streak of light and rapidly flying toward the horizon.

Only Chu Qianqian herself knew how fast her heart was beating the moment she turned around.

"What the hell..."

Standing on the deck of the flying boat, Chu Qianqian pressed her hand against her chest, looking down at the figure below, and cursed herself in her heart:

"I am the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect, one who walks through a thousand flowers without a single leaf sticking to me. How... could I actually be a bit reluctant to leave?"

...Watching the Hehuan Sect's flying boat completely disappear into the clouds.

Lu Yi also withdrew his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"This girl is quite sentimental."

He shook his head and turned around, waving at the "family group" who had been waiting for a long time:

"Alright, stop staring. Let's go, we're going home too."

"Yay! We're going home!"

Wu Mingyue cheered, being the first to rush onto the immortal carriage while holding the little fox.

Then, the immortal carriage crushed the clouds across the sky as it sped toward Primordial Holy Land... Just as both groups had completely disappeared into the horizon.

The scene pulled back. Within Yaochi Holy Land, on a lonely cliff that towered into the clouds with biting cold winds.

A white figure stood quietly by the edge of the cliff.

Chu Qianqian stood against the wind, her gaze piercing through layers of mist, staring fixedly in the direction Lu Yi had left.

Even though that streak of light was completely out of sight, she still didn't look away.

Her eyes were complex.

There was shame, resentment, confusion, and a hint of... emptiness that she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Lu Yi..."

She whispered the name.

In her mind, Ancestor Chu Yaohua's words from last night unconsciously surfaced again.

She also thought of what had happened deep within the Secret Realm.

"Whew..."

Chu Qianqian took a deep breath, the icy air filling her lungs and instantly clearing her chaotic mind.

Her previously confused and conflicted gaze instantly became firm and sharp at this moment.

She clenched her delicate fists tightly, her long nails digging deep into her palms, bringing a surge of sharp pain.

But this pain made her even more clear-headed.

"Just you wait."

She spoke to the Void Realm, gritting her teeth, yet every word was forceful:

"Lu Yi, this debt isn't settled yet. I will definitely Cultivate hard and surpass you! Next time we meet..."

A flame called resentment ignited in her eyes:

"I will definitely not be the one pinned under you again! I will trample you under my feet and let you taste the feeling of begging for mercy!"

She believed that under the guidance of Ancestor Chu Yaohua, an expert from the Upper Realm, she would surely fulfill her wish.