C25 Out of Control

Qin Yubing brought Qu Lingjing to sit on the highest peak of Inaction Peak, looking down at the entire Profound Sect and even the entire Twin Jade City. Both of them had very good eyesight, and could clearly see the Profound Sect's main entrance plaza, the cultivation grounds, and the residences of the ordinary disciples. At this point, Qin Yubing had more time to introduce Qu Lingjing to the situation of their Profound Sect.

"Ever since Grandmaster Wu Yazi went into seclusion, it was the disciples of his seven peaks who took charge of all the matters of Profound Sect. From the front, there was Mo Chengqian from Splashing Ink Peak, Fann Tinglang from Chasing Waves Peak, Hsu Liuyun from Cloud Peak, Pan Zeqing from Cang Qing Peak, Xie Chonghai from Hidden Sea Peak, Mi Zhen from True Returning Peak, and Sheng Xueyin from Inaction Peak, where we are now. These days, my eldest and second martial uncles are in charge of most of the important matters, and from time to time they listen to my master's opinion."

Qu Lingjing had already learned from the books that the cultivation of these two had already broken through the Nascent Soul stage and reached the realm of Leaving Body. Other than Sheng Xueyin, they were the two people with the highest cultivation in the entire Profound Sect. It would be difficult for him to fight against them together. Furthermore, the entire Profound Sect listened to them. That large group of people could even crush him to death. It was no wonder that Qin Yubing had repeatedly warned him to be careful of these two people.

Look over there," Qin Yubing continued. That big round platform is where the disciples who haven't come up the mountain to become disciples fight each other. There are two such competitions a year, and all of the Martial Uncles from the various peaks would go and watch them. They'd pick the most talented ones and train them on their own peaks. After a period of trial, they'd decide whether or not they wanted to take in a disciple. Those who weren't taken in would either return to their apprenticeship or stay on the peak as attendants or waiters. Even if they were waiters, most people wouldn't want to go down."

"So it's quite amazing that our little Immortal Sage, Qin Yubing, is able to stay in Cloud Peak as a disciple."

Qin Yubing took pleasure in Qu Lingjing's praise. He raised his handsome face and smiled. "I'm already not bad, he said. I'll be even better in the future."

"How powerful are you? Do you want to beat me one day?" Qu Lingjing thought that Qin Yubing was still thinking about the time he had taken her away, so he wanted to become stronger.

Who would have thought that Qin Yubing would say, "No, I'm strong enough to protect you."

Under the sunlight, the handsome young man spoke of his promise with a sincere smile. Qu Lingjing looked at the distant mountains and sighed. No matter how high the mountains were, they could not compare to the ambitions of the young man in front of him.

Qu Lingjing patted Qin Yubing's shoulder like a senior. "All you need to do is focus on your own cultivation. As for me, I won't do anything bad in the future. I'll just behave myself, and I'm sure that the people of the Immortal Sect won't make things difficult for me. In the Devil Realm, I am still an overlord. No one can do anything to me, let alone worry about me."

As soon as Qu Lingjing had wrapped her arms around his shoulders, Qin Yubing's heart skipped a beat. He stared at the man in front of him, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This man was always warm and human. Compared to his master and senior brothers, he was more like a person of flesh and blood. He couldn't help but want to get close to him.

"Qu Lingjing, Devil Lord Qu Lingjing..." Qin Yubing muttered.

For a long time, Qin Yubing hadn't been able to combine Lin Qing and Qu Lingjing together. He had always wanted to think of him as Lin Qing, but now, it didn't matter who he was anymore. He was just himself.

Qu Lingjing saw a large empty space behind a row of houses. There was a tall white jade stone tablet leaning against the back of a large iron shelf. "Yubing, what is this place? he asked curiously. Why haven't I seen anyone enter?"

Qin Yubing followed the direction of Qu Lingjing's finger. His face stiffened, and his voice suddenly became softer. "That's... the Devil Slaying Stage."

Although the voice was very soft, Qu Lingjing could still hear it clearly. Afraid that Qin Yubing would think too much about it, he simply said, "Oh."

"By the way, I have some good news for you. I've already told my master about the girl you were talking about. He said that he would consider it for a moment. Judging from my master's expression, he really hopes to be chosen by my master to enter the Cloud Peak."

"That's good, that's good. When will you take me as your master?" This was indeed good news for Qu Lingjing.

"The day after tomorrow is the apprenticeship ceremony. The Peak Masters of all seven peaks will be there to accept disciples on the spot. Everyone from the Profound Sect will be there, and the scene will be especially lively."

"Then.. Are you Martial Uncle going?"

"He's going too, but he probably won't take any disciples."

The day after tomorrow, good day after tomorrow. After going up the Cloud Peak, he would then go up the Inaction Peak. Just thinking about it made Qu Lingjing look forward to it.

In the evening, Sheng Xueyin prepared a bowl of Clear Broth Noodle Soup for Qu Lingjing as he had done the day before. Qu Lingjing picked up the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth like a hero. He was surprised to find that the noodles had become much lighter and not as unbearable as before.

He was pleasantly surprised and asked Sheng Xueyin, who was flipping through a book at the side, "Why isn't the noodles salty anymore?"

"I've tried it." This casual sentence was enough to make Qu Lingjing happy.

This was great! Finally, he wouldn't be salty to death!

At the same time of the night, Sheng Xueyin's demonic poison flared up again. Qu Lingjing ignored his body, which had yet to recover, and circulated his Qi to expel the poison. However, the past few days of torture had caused Qu Lingjing's body to overdraw. Not long after, he felt that his cultivation was not enough. He could not breathe, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Sheng Xueyin also quickly sensed Qu Lingjing's problem. The pain in his body made it difficult for him to speak. "If you can't, don't force yourself."

"Don't speak." Qu Lingjing ignored him and forcefully activated his body's ability to the limit. No matter how much Qu Lingjing tried to hold on, he would still reach his limit after four hours. Before she could say anything, she had already fainted.

The poison of the demonic Qi in Sheng Xueyin's body seemed to feel the threat of being expelled. It clamored and rampaged around Sheng Xueyin's body. While torturing his body, it continued to attack Sheng Xueyin's will.

The scene in front of him was beginning to blur. He could not make out what he was looking at, but it was like a veil that lifted and lowered from time to time. Sheng Xueyin tried to use the Clear Sight Heart Mantra to remove this state, but he forgot that this phenomenon was caused by the demonic Qi in his brain, so the Clear Sight Heart Mantra did not have any effect. Wave after wave of attacks destroyed Sheng Xueyin's consciousness. His vision was getting blurry. He reached out to grab something, but he did not know what he wanted to grab. He only felt that his heart was especially empty. He urgently needed something to stuff into his heart, fill it up, fill it up...

Suddenly, his finger touched something cold. It was like a stream flowing into his heart, filling it up bit by bit. The noise in his head started to disappear. It was like a man who was about to die of thirst coming across a bottle of water that could save his life. He didn't want to let go of it. He wanted more...

His fingers seemed to have eyes as they caressed Qu Lingjing's arm, inch by inch. His long arms, smooth and warm chest, and curved neck gently plucked the strings of Sheng Xueyin's heart.

Slowly, the touch of his fingers could no longer satisfy Sheng Xueyin's desire. He wanted more.