Chapter 355: Holy Son, let’s start a new sect together!
“Hey, honey, what’s wrong? Did you find something?”
Yun Yue Yao seemed to catch a whiff of trouble and took a cautious step forward, blocking Bai Feng’s view and asking.
Bai Feng didn’t bother hiding and directly pointed to the girl on the ground. “She’s probably the Hundred Faced Saintess.”
“The demon girl?”
Instantly, Bai Yu Mo’s body flashed with a killing intent. She hated that demon girl—who had fooled her twice with fake identities and oh, was she remembering it well.
“What to do? Should we k*ll her?”
Yun Yue Yao, having heard about the demon girl before, drew her long sword and eyed the demon girl with a spark of excitement.
“Yep, let’s just cut her down,”
Bai Feng drew his sword, but then hesitated. Not so safe. He added a layer of Immortal Fire to the blade.
Just as he swung, the demon girl suddenly opened her eyes, quickly dodging to the side.
“So rude, after finally meeting, you treat me like this,”
The demon girl slowly got up from the ground, a bloodied smile curling her lips. “But I don’t mind being disliked.”
Yun Yue Yao frowned lightly. “I dislike that thing.”
This demon girl was even more like a fox spirit than Little Jiu—who was definitely a true fox spirit.
Bai Feng didn’t continue his attack. His eyes stayed sharply on the demon girl, while a faint divine consciousness whirled around a small array disk in his pocket.
“I’m curious—how did you recognize me?”
The demon girl still smiled, relaxed, no sense of panic. “Is that some special link between us?”
“Secret,” Bai Feng replied casually.
“Haha, the Holy Son doesn’t want to say? That’s okay,”
She chuckled, then took a step forward, extending her hand toward Bai Feng. “Holy Son, come with me, let’s build a new sect—just the two of us, a sect’s sacred ground.”
“No way,”
Bai Feng frowned deeply. Something about this demon girl felt off.
At that moment, Tian Yan suddenly spoke up. “Bai Feng, don’t move—she’s suspicious. Quickly, seal her!”
White Feng immediately activated his array disk, shooting the first formation, while shooting a glance at Tian Yan’s serious face—serious tone coming from her for the first time.
But the demon girl took a step back, surprisingly agile despite her injuries, as if unscathed.
Unfortunately, Bai Feng was on high alert. She avoided the first array but not the second. Under her feet, glowing array runes appeared, vines wrapped around her calves, and chains bound her wrists.
“So, Holy Son, you like this?”
The demon girl struggled to break free, but the chains and vines held tight. She even accidentally pulled at her injury, bl**d seeping out again.
“What’s her situation?”
Bai Feng didn’t answer immediately. He kept alert, watching her while asking Tian Yan beside him.
“This person…” Tian Yan stepped closer, peering through the array at the demon girl inside, golden eyes flickering with a hint of gold light. “Such tangled ‘fate,’ it’s the first time I’ve seen multiple threads of destiny intertwined in one person.”
“What does that mean?”
Bai Feng was a bit lost, then pulled out three cake rolls from his storage pouch. “Here, have three pieces. No riddles, just eat.”
Tian Yan first looked at Bai Feng, then swiftly moved beside him, grabbing one cake roll and taking a bite. “I guess it’s related to the cultivation technique of the Hundred Faced Saintess. I’ve heard of it—said to be created by the Thousand Faces Immortal. But many who master it go crazy.”
“Crazy?”
Bai Feng looked at the demon girl still struggling against the chains, pondering. “So, she’s gone mad now?”
“No, it’s another situation,”
Tian Yan shook her head. “Her cultivation method, I’ve heard about, besides her shape-shifting and makeup abilities, it can read or rather, *fuse*, a person’s memories. This way, she inherits their habits and quirks—making it nearly impossible to recognize her, even in front of loved ones.”
“No wonder you said people mastering this technique go insane,”
Bai Feng nodded in agreement.
“But her case is different,”
Tian Yan looked back at the Hundred Faced Saintess. “She’s cultivated to the Transformation God Stage—yet still safe and sound. That’s very abnormal. I’m really curious how she pulled that off.”
“Then what’s this tangled ‘fate’ you mentioned?”
Bai Feng pressed on.
“I can see she has multiple intertwined destinies. Each one is her, but also different,”
Tian Yan shook her head. “I guess that’s one reason she’s still alive and not crazy—yet.”
Bai Feng stroked his chin thoughtfully for a few seconds.
“What if we k*ll her? Would that cause trouble?”
He wasn’t too interested in her origins or secrets. More than that, he wanted this stubborn ghost to go away.
Tian Yan ate the last bits of her cake in a couple of bites, wiped her mouth, then looked up at Bai Feng. “Bend down a little, or what I say next might be hard to understand.”
“…Fine,”
Bai Feng was suspicious. Was Tian Yan targeting him for calling her a riddler? Nevertheless, he bent down.
But then, Tian Yan stepped behind him. “What are you doing?”
She looked at Bai Feng’s back, frowned slightly, and continued. “Bend your legs again.”
“?”
Uncertain but curious, Bai Feng bent his knees into a squat. Suddenly, he felt something press against him.
Tian Yan wrapped her arms tightly around Bai Feng’s neck, with a calm tone. “You can stand up now.”
“What? What are you doing?”
Bai Feng side-eyed her, even feeling her breath close and noticing the gazes from Bai Yu Mo and Yun Yue Yao fixed on him.
“Let me borrow Tian Yan’s mirror.”
Tian Yan’s eyes glowed with a golden light, bathing her and Bai Feng in a radiant glow.
In the light, Bai Feng asked again, “Why do I have to carry you to borrow Tian Yan’s mirror?”
“Because it works best like this. Or, you could hold me—”
“…Let’s just carry me then,”
As the glow faded, Bai Feng saw through the eyes of flying birds and plants—details on them had changed.
It looked like twisted silk threads, or maybe an abstract pattern.
“This is the fate’s thread,”
Tian Yan’s voice sounded weak, nearly pressed against Bai Feng’s body. “Now, look at the Hundred Faced Saintess.”
Bai Feng lifted his head to see the girl, only to find countless threads intertwined—like tangled yarn all woven into a mess.
“Do you see anything different?”
Tian Yan’s voice grew weaker; she nearly pressed her ear to Bai Feng’s.
“Very chaotic,”
He mumbled, staring at the demon girl. “Yep, a bunch of threads all tangled together.”
Tian Yan gently shook her head. “Not that. Look closer.”
