"This..." The young girl, using Feng Qishi's words, pondered the question in her mind.
Immediately, Feng Qishi retracted his gaze fixed on the mansion's gate and turned to look at the young girl without speaking.
Yuan Yan glanced at Feng Qishi and remained silent.
Minutes later.
The young girl suddenly showed an excited expression and said, "Young Master, I don't know the answer to this question either."
Feng Qishi: "..." He looked speechless.
Yuan Yan glanced at Feng Qishi again and said, "You little girl, at such a young age, you're already so good at keeping people in suspense. If you're like this now, imagine when you're older." He pointed at the young girl.
The young girl scratched the back of her head.
Feng Qishi turned to Yuan Yan, "Are you praising her, or are you scolding her?"
"Sarcasm," Yuan Yan replied truthfully.
Feng Qishi gave Yuan Yan a sideways glance, then looked back at the young girl and asked, "When did that immortal cultivator die?"
"It was..." The young girl hesitated.
This time, Feng Qishi spoke directly, "Don't think about it, just tell me if you know or not."
"I don't know," the young girl shook her head.
Feng Qishi nodded, turned to face the mansion gate, and sighed, "Only one way to find out."
Hearing this, the young girl's eyes widened, and she asked, "You're still leaving?"
Feng Qishi, without looking back, began to cast a spell and said, "What else?"
"If you leave, all of our lives will be..."
"That person is dead, I'm not dead, I'm just running away." Feng Qishi interrupted, looking down at his hand glowing blue. "Yuan Yan, block her."
"I am a soul, she will pass through my body, I cannot block her," Yuan Yan stated the crucial point.
Hearing this, Feng Qishi suddenly had an epiphany and then lowered his hand glowing blue, turning to look at Yuan Yan, "That's right, you are a soul, so you can definitely go straight out."
Yuan Yan: "I can't go out, there's a spell on this place, and besides, you..."
"If I'm not mistaken, this thing only blocks humans, not demon souls, and..." Feng Qishi trailed off, then suddenly smiled, "That's right, it only blocks humans, and I'm not human." He then stepped forward.
Seeing this, the young girl quickly shouted, "Don't go any closer."
Hearing this, Feng Qishi stopped, turned to look at the inexplicably agitated young girl, and asked, "Why?"
The young girl: "Because this gate isn't real."
"Not real? Then what is it?" Feng Qishi sensed that this young girl definitely knew something.
"It's a trap," the young girl said with firm eyes, glancing at Feng Qishi's still glowing blue hand, and asked, "Are you really an immortal?"
"..." Feng Qishi remained intentionally silent.
Seeing Feng Qishi's silence, Yuan Yan spoke for him, "He is an immortal, so what?" He sensed something was off with the young girl.
The young girl glanced at Yuan Yan, then at Feng Qishi who looked exasperated with Yuan Yan, and said, "We are all people who were not favored, so we became servants here."
"Why are you telling me this?" Feng Qishi looked back at the young girl.
The young girl said seriously, "If you're willing to help us, I'll help you."
"You're setting conditions for me?"
"No," the young girl shook her head, still serious, "I think this is an opportunity."
"Opportunity? What do you mean?" Feng Qishi was confused.
The young girl: "You are an immortal, and since we met, it's fate. Am I right in saying this?"
"Yes," Feng Qishi nodded.
Seeing Feng Qishi agree, the young girl smiled, "Since we have fate, can you..."
"I have someone I like," Feng Qishi interrupted.
The young girl was taken aback.
Yuan Yan's expression stiffened. He turned to look at Feng Qishi, whose face clearly showed 'narcissism,' cleared his throat, and said, "You're too confident. Maybe she doesn't mean that."
Feng Qishi glanced at Yuan Yan, then turned to look at the young girl who had suddenly become shy, feeling embarrassed.
Moments later, the young girl, looking shy, pursed her lips and said softly, "I didn't mean that. How could you think of me like that? You're an immortal, how can you have someone you like?" She then lowered her head slightly.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi gave an awkward laugh, "No, I'm just... " He started to blurt out, "I'm very charming, and people who confess to me... have to queue up. Since you don't mean that, I'm relieved." As he spoke, he observed the young girl's face.
The young girl continued to lower her head, "Actually, I've always wanted to become an immortal, so I've always restrained my feelings." She looked up at Feng Qishi, "Can immortals get married too?"
"..." Feng Qishi was startled by the young girl.
The young girl: "What's wrong?" Her voice was much gentler than before.
Facing the young girl's gentle demeanor, Feng Qishi was also intimidated, "I'm fine. Um, can you please not speak to me in such a shy tone? It's uncomfortable." He rubbed his arm.
Hearing this, the young girl immediately reverted to her normal demeanor, "Oh, I didn't mean that."
Hearing the young girl's normal tone, Feng Qishi breathed a sigh of relief, "You were saying." He gestured with his chin.
"Since we have fate, can you help us?" the young girl said, glancing at the servants lying on the ground.
Feng Qishi looked confused, "What do you mean by that? I don't quite understand?"
"We all came here wanting to become immortals, but we never expected this to be a place for cultivating demons. Moreover, our abilities were not enough, so we were exploited and became servants."
"Tricked?" Feng Qishi summarized.
The young girl nodded, "Yes. A long time ago, Miss Zhao said she was an immortal, so we followed her. But as soon as we entered, she made us..." She hesitated again.
Feng Qishi frowned, "Why did you stop talking?"
The young girl swallowed, then looked up at Feng Qishi and continued, "She made us kill each other. We who are servants couldn't bring ourselves to do it, so we were ostracized."
"Someone died?" Feng Qishi was surprised.
"Not exactly, only some people who were conjured by demonic arts. If I had known, I would have acted."
"Can you really do it?" Feng Qishi retorted.
The young girl lowered her gaze and said, "To be honest, even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to. They were too realistic." As she said this, she felt nauseous.
Feng Qishi watched the young girl swallow hard, then looked at the other servants and said, "How do you plan for me to help you?"
"Take us as disciples," the young girl said directly.
Feng Qishi's body stiffened at this. This was something he had never considered. Moreover, he had heard from an old gentleman that establishing such a cultivation sect in the mortal realm was a very troublesome matter. If one intended to do so, they would have to return to heaven to handle the various procedures. And he was an immortal who disliked trouble. Naturally, the young girl's words had frightened him.
"..." He showed a troubled expression.
Yuan Yan glanced at Feng Qishi and joined the fun, "Actually, establishing a cultivation sect is also good. This way, you'll gain some fame in the mortal realm."
Hearing this, Feng Qishi shot Yuan Yan a sharp look, "If you like it so much, you go! Don't just stand there talking without feeling it."
Yuan Yan laughed, "If I had that ability, I would do it, but..." He looked down at his transparent soul form, "I am a soul, even if I were given such an opportunity, I wouldn't have hands to grasp it."
"..." Feng Qishi rolled his eyes at Yuan Yan.
Seeing Feng Qishi's refusal, Yuan Yan shrugged helplessly and then looked at the young girl opposite him, "I did my best, but I can't help." He spread his hands.
Conversely, the young girl didn't even glance at Yuan Yan, but continued to stare at Feng Qishi, who looked troubled, and said, "We'll give you silver."
"..."
However, silver held no attraction for Feng Qishi.
On the contrary, for Mu Anxiao, silver was half her life.
Now, seeing the young girl's sincere expression, he thought of Mu Anxiao's greed for money and fell into deep contemplation.
The young girl cautiously observed Feng Qishi's silent expression, swallowed, and said, "I can see that you are a great immortal. What you teach us will surely be genuine. So..."
"This matter is not simple. Speaking of which, do you have immortal destiny?" Feng Qishi returned to his senses and interrupted.
"..." The young girl was taken aback, then she glanced at Yuan Yan and chuckled dryly, "What is immortal destiny? I only know that I don't have demon destiny."
"Immortal destiny is..."
"I have fate with you," the young girl suddenly interrupted.
Feng Qishi was startled, "Can you let me finish speaking?"
"I can, but the fact is that we have fate, and you are an immortal, so isn't that immortal destiny?"
"Then why did you meet Miss Zhao? You didn't have demon destiny with her either?" Feng Qishi retorted.
Hearing this, the young girl became dejected.
Feng Qishi looked at the young girl's sudden dejected expression and then thought about what he had said to her, "Although what I said may not sound pleasant, it is the truth."
"You won't even accept us when I offer you silver," the young girl looked at Feng Qishi again.
Feng Qishi: "It's not about the silver..."
"Those cultivation sects, they accepted us just for silver. At that time, we didn't have enough money. Now we have enough money, but you don't want us. What should we do?"
"Then take your silver and go to those sects."
"We are trapped here, we can't get out," the young girl said in a low voice.
"Then I..." Feng Qishi hesitated, because his mind was filled with concern for Mu Anxiao's safety. If he were to focus all his energy on them, then... it would be an even more troublesome matter.
"If you leave," the young girl's voice choked, "we will all die."
Feng Qishi was speechless.
Yuan Yan glanced at Feng Qishi, then at the young girl who seemed to be speaking with hidden meaning, and asked impatiently, "No... what do you really mean? To be honest, I'm completely confused. Could it be that... you absolutely must take him as your master? No one else will do?"
"..." The young girl looked at Yuan Yan and did not speak.
Feng Qishi glanced at Yuan Yan, who had asked the crucial question, and remained silent.
Yuan Yan looked at Feng Qishi and the young girl, "Our time cannot be wasted. If you have something to say, say it. If not," he paused, "we will knock you unconscious."
"No," the young girl quickly said, "I don't want to die."
"Didn't you say that the immortal cultivator is dead? He's not dead, and besides, you've fainted and are unconscious, so what are you afraid of? Also, your Miss Zhao knows you're all useless, so she won't make things difficult for you, right?" Yuan Yan said lightly.
The next second, the young girl began to sob.
Yuan Yan, who couldn't stand to see girls cry, took a step back the moment the young girl started sobbing and dared not speak.
Feng Qishi glanced at Yuan Yan, who had spoken up for him, then looked at the young girl and said, "Let's talk properly. You're all grown up, what's the use of crying?"
"We are useless, but we also have ambitions. To be honest," the young girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "from the day we embarked on the path to becoming immortals, we have been looked down upon by everyone. Everyone mocks us."
Feng Qishi: "..."
The young girl wiped her tears and continued, "At first... it was because we didn't have enough money. Later, out of greed, we met Miss Zhao, but she turned out to be fake. And they were all more ruthless than the last. What happened that day still lingers in my mind."
"What do you want to say?"
"We haven't met a real immortal. If you take us in, we will definitely obey you well."
"I don't have a sect. To be blunt," Feng Qishi sighed, "I'm also following other immortals. I'm quite useless."
"But you are an immortal."
"My abilities are very weak," Feng Qishi intentionally belittled himself.
The young girl's eyes were firm, "No matter how weak you are, you're not weaker than demons."
"..." Feng Qishi was speechless again.
This time, Yuan Yan was also convinced by the young girl's persistence in this regard.
In the Forbidden Forest.
Mu Anxiao stared blankly at Ouyang Ye's raised single hand, then at his closed eyes, yawning several times.
Youxian: "What is he doing?" she asked, glancing at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao shook her head, "I don't know."
Yin Ye: "Those weapons," she looked up, "are they going to fall from the sky?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao looked at Yin Ye, "You have too much imagination."
"Otherwise, why is he making this gesture?" Yin Ye pointed upwards at Ouyang Ye.
Mu Anxiao yawned again and said, "Perhaps there's a hidden mechanism."
"Hidden mechanism..." Yin Ye chuckled dryly, "I don't understand."
"If you don't understand, just watch," Mu Anxiao said, staring at Ouyang Ye's hand, which was gradually glowing red, "It's starting." After saying that, she rubbed her eyes.
Yin Ye's heart pounded with excitement.
Youxian, startled, grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm.
In the next moment, red threads suddenly flew out from Ouyang Ye's palm, one by one, shooting towards the evil spirits.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao was startled and looked at Ouyang Ye, who had opened his eyes, and said, "This is your method."
Ouyang Ye: "Just watch, and stop babbling." As he spoke, his other hand secretly began to control those red threads.
Mu Anxiao shut her mouth, staring intently at the red threads that stopped in front of each evil spirit, wondering what he was going to do.
Youxian was frightened by the scene and trembled.
Yin Ye crossed his arms, watching the calm evil spirits, then looked at Ouyang Ye, who was controlling the red threads, blinked, and dared not say more.
In a flash.
The red threads quickly transformed into various weapons in front of the evil spirits.
Immediately after, Ouyang Ye shouted, "Take them."
Upon hearing this, the evil spirits moved in perfect unison, reaching out to grasp the weapons in front of them, and then stood in an orderly fashion before Ouyang Ye.