Chapter 18
Immortal Jiu Xuan

Once the word ‘Furnace’ came out, Wei Zi knew she couldn’t let him live.
Currently, she couldn’t leave Lin Xian Sect. He Jun was, after all, an immortal crane. If people learned she took him or cultivated evil techniques, it would be a disaster for her.

Wei Zi strangled He Jun’s neck and calmly increased the force to send him to the ‘west.’ (*)
T/N: dead.

He Jun struggled desperately, blood splattered on Wei Zi’s naked chest and neck, wetting her face and hair. Finally, He Jun stopped moving, his eyes staring deathly at Wei Zi.

Wei Zi drew her sword and chopped off his head with one blast. She looked toward the unconscious Cui Yu on the side and walked over while carrying her sword. He saw her with He Jun. Now that He Jun was dead, he would know she did it.

Wei Zi lifted the sword and saw the blade reflect her face, flashing the cold light. She raised the sword and stabbed it towards Cui Yu’s chest.

Suddenly, there was a floating aura in the air. Someone was coming. No, a whole bunch of people.

At this moment, Wei Zi’s cultivation had increased significantly. She could detect the traces of others. She retrieved her sword, washed her hair with water, and wiped the blood on her face.

She pulled her snow-white robe from the jade pendant and changed into it. With a move of her body, she hid in the branches of a nearby tree. As she hid in the shadows, a white-robed Taoist man appeared. He picked up Cui Yu and began to inject his power into him to heal his injuries.

Abruptly, that person snapped back. Wei Zi held her breath, and her eyes widened slightly, sensing that he was looking at her.

Wei Zi then saw his face clearly. He had a feminine, beautiful appearance. His face was mesmerizing but somewhat similar to the demon cultivator just now.

A bunch of people’s footsteps came, including several new disciples. Wei Zi dropped down from the tree and blended in unnoticed.

She heard a howling of a female crane: “He Jun! Brother, who harmed you? I must break them into pieces!” A crane-haired woman was protecting He Jun’s corpse while crying.

Qing Yu sighed and said, “He Luan, save your grief. It was Qing Ling who came back.” Qing Ling’s demonic aura filled the surrounding air. Of course, Qing Yu noticed another familiar demonic aura. He glanced towards the crowd again and then smiled.

Wei Zi felt a chill in her heart. He was looking at her!

“Qing Ling, this scum, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was Fei Ying’s disciple, I should have killed him …… long ago.”

He Luan transformed into an immortal crane between her grief and anger, dragging He Jun’s corpse to roam over the Lin Xian Sect. Her sorrowful voice broke through the nine heavens.

Then, the crowd opened a path in unison to welcome a beautiful woman who looked angry. She slowly landed at the edge of the spring.

“Elder Jiu Xuan ……” all the disciples salute her. This person was the Lin Xian Sect’s Discipline Hall’s elder, Jiu Xuan Reverend.

With the Jindan disciple injured and the immortal crane murdered in the Lin Xian Sect, she had to inspect the matter. “The disciples of the Discipline Hall remain here. The rest will go back first.” Jiu Xuan said.

“‘Master Jiu Xuan.” Qing Yu saluted at her. Jiu Xuan entered the sect after him, but she was gifted and became an Immortal Cultivator of the Harmonization Stage like him.

Jiu Xuan cast a spell to restore the spring water, and in an instant, the water was translucent and pure. Under the moonlight, one could see dots at the bottom. She reached out and examined those dots.

This fine powder was a top-grade Immortal Artifact, Moon Flare Stone. She remembered she also had a jade bracelet of Moon Flare Stone, which she had left behind in the mundane world.

People left one after another, and Wei Zi stopped looking at the Jiu Xuan Reverend, even though she looked like her mother’s portrait.
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Author notes;
The heroine no longer fights small shrimps. Here come three big fish!
Qing Yu: I’ve locked you up, my master’s counterfeit!
Heroine: Heh, a fucking tool-man who dares to scold me. Author, come and slap him.
Author: here it comes, daughter. Qing Yu, you’re a stand-in who can’t get on the stage, always jealous of Yuan Heng and Luo Que. Hehe, you’re not even a stand-in!