The Arch-Enemy Must Not Become a Wife

Chapter 230: Chapter 133: Once You Told Me_3

At the last moment, Qingqing turned back. Chu Xuan could see the tears and reluctance in her eyes, along with a hint of something else, but he was powerless and could only clench his fists tightly.

As Qingqing herself said, the Li’an Demon Sect is her home. Could she really never return for her entire life?

There would be chances to meet again in the future, surely.

"Let’s go."

First, it was parting with Pei Shurou, and now with Qingqing. Without even a proper farewell with either, Chu Xuan felt a bit disheartened as he flew further into the depths of the East Sea.

Gu Haitang quickly followed. She could tell that Chu Xuan was not in a good mood but didn’t ask further.

She just thought to herself that she must comfort him well on the road ahead, and she shouldn’t be as "troublesome" as before.

Coincidentally, the direction they were heading was precisely where the Li’an Demon Sect had originally been.

As they flew past two remaining disciples nearby, Chu Xuan suddenly heard something.

"The Saintess is quite nice. She even saved my life once. It’s such a pity that such a good person will be tormented when she returns."

Originally having flown a distance away, Chu Xuan suddenly halted his sword light!

Fortunately, the two disciples had their backs to him and didn’t notice anything unusual, continuing their idle chat.

"Hey, what, you want to be a hero saving a damsel?" the horse-faced disciple teased.

The round-faced disciple snorted, "Can’t a man lament a bit?"

"After all, she is the Sect Leader’s biological daughter. That woman is really willing to let her go through daily torment from childhood to adulthood."

"The Saintess is also determined. It’s a wonder she hasn’t gone mad. I’ve heard that those who used to suffer the punishment wished they were dead."

As he said this, he shivered, as if imagining a terrifying scene in his mind.

The horse-faced disciple dismissed, "They don’t torment daily; anyone would go insane, right? Just once a month."

"Just? You say it so lightly. Being offered as tribute to the magic embryo for devouring is one of the top ten tortures of the sect."

"Bit by bit, having their hair, skin, flesh, and bones devoured. Meanwhile, their Magical Power, Divine Sense, vitality, and Dao foundation are gradually drained. In the end, not even the soul remains, a true eternity of being unable to reincarnate."

The horse-faced disciple waved his hand, "By your logic, the Saintess would have been obliterated long ago. She endures so much torment because the magic embryo is considering long-term benefits, holding back during each devouring to prolong it."

"Otherwise, if they devoured the Saintess in one go, where would our sect find another practitioner with such a rare physique to offer monthly tribute?"

He asked curiously, "Do you know what kind of physique the Saintess has?"

The round-faced disciple shook his head, "There are all sorts of rumors within the sect, but I think they’re all lies. It’s only certain that it’s an extremely rare physique."

"Over at the Purple Heaven Jade Mansion, isn’t there someone named Gu Haitang? It’s said she has the ’Chaos Holy Foetus,’ but the Saintess’s physique is even rarer, with hardly anyone throughout history possessing it."

He murmured to himself, "If it wasn’t so, the sect’s high-ups wouldn’t have unanimously decided to let the Saintess bear this ’mission.’"

"Hah, those old codgers, they talk a good game about missions, but it’s just about exploiting their own people."

"The only thing I don’t get is why the Sect Leader fully supports this."

"I’ve heard that this plan was proposed by her. If it weren’t for her talking about it, no one would know that the Saintess’s physique is greatly beneficial for the growth of the magic embryo."

The horse-faced disciple sneered, "So naive! We’re from the demonic path, always prioritizing personal benefits."

"Since the Sect Leader made such a ’sacrifice,’ she must be gaining more benefits elsewhere."

"Back then, after the former Sect Leader died, even though she temporarily took the position as ’acting sect master,’ many were not convinced, especially those scheming Supreme Elders."

"Though the Sect Leader used both soft and hard tactics, sowing discord, enticing, and dividing, she’s still short of solidifying her position."

"That’s why she put forward this plan. After all, the growth of the magic embryo determines our sect’s future potential. If the Sect Leader, as a mother, doesn’t nod in agreement, who would dare bind the Saintess and feed her to the magic embryo?"

"This was a concession and compromise by the Sect Leader, and those Supreme Elders agreed to give her face by maintaining the current state of following orders without listening to commands."

The round-faced disciple suddenly understood.

Seeing this, the horse-faced disciple laughed, "You entered late, so you might not know. In the early years, when the Saintess was punished, her screams were truly heart-wrenching."

"But then, one day, she suddenly stopped. The dark palace was silent, and no one heard her screams again, making people wonder if she had indeed been thoroughly consumed." freёwebnoѵel.com

"Later, a little rumor spread."

"They said the Sect Leader deliberately instructed her daughter during punishment to scream louder and more miserably, saying, ’Only with your wretched screams will the old undead in the sect know the sacrifice our Duanmu Family is making.’"

"So from that day on, the Saintess never made another sound, preferring to silently endure the pain of being gradually devoured by the magic embryo."

The round-faced disciple listened in shock, "This... this is too... doesn’t she have any motherly affection?"

The horse-faced disciple burst into laughter, "Motherly affection? Bah! What’s that worth? People say that the former Sect Leader was... by that woman..."

"Shh!" the round-faced disciple quickly signaled him to be quiet, noting that there were still quite a few practitioners around.

At the same time, he turned and scanned the surroundings. Seeing two cultivators not far away, he grew more cautious, signaling his companion to stop discussing such sensitive matters to avoid bringing trouble upon themselves.