Chapter 27: The Subordinate Gu Part 6

This time, she no longer hesitated. She said with certainty, “When you gave me your inner qi, you secretly poisoned me and knocked me out.”

Sang Chencao raised an eyebrow, dropping her act. She shook her head. “How do you know it was poison? What if it wasn’t?”

“What else could it be?” Feng Yun’ai said coldly.

The scabbard pressed against Sang Chencao’s neck. One more inch and it would surely draw blood.

Sang Chencao remained unmoving. “It’s a gu,” she said leisurely. “Wen Lanxin doesn’t just raise insects to make poison.”

Feng Yun’ai was stunned. She reached her hand toward her back, unsure of when the venomous insect had entered her body.

Sang Chencao leaned in, as if trying to frighten her. She didn’t care that a few strands of her long hair were sliced by the blade. “Insects can be large or small,” she whispered. “The large ones have to burrow through flesh, gnawing their way in inch by inch. The small ones… they can easily enter your body through any of your seven orifices.”

“You—” A chill ran down the back of Feng Yun’ai’s neck. The word “Demoness” rose in her throat.

Sang Chencao laughed lightly. Her warm fingers brushed against the side of Feng Yun’ai’s neck before she stepped back. “Don’t worry. You were only out for two days. Once it dies inside your body, you wake up. It’s been reduced to nothing now.”

How could Feng Yun’ai possibly trust her? “Then why did you come back?” she asked coldly.

“I wanted to rest. I figured you wouldn’t agree if I changed my mind, so I had to resort to this,” Sang Chencao said, her words full of twisted logic.

Feng Yun’ai still didn’t believe her. She stared suspiciously at the woman, but as her anger flared, the hand holding the sword seemed to freeze. She couldn’t harm this woman even a fraction! It was as if her hand were bound by a thread. No matter how she condensed her inner qi, she couldn’t move the sword forward even an inch. Furthermore… the resentment in her heart was strangely beginning to fade.

Feng Yun’ai found it unsettling. She couldn’t hurt the woman, yet when she tried to retract the sword, she could do so easily. She brought her arm back in a fluid motion with no resistance, unlike before.

Feng Yun’ai was momentarily stunned. Refusing to believe it, she swung her sword forward again. To her shock, her hand was seized once more, and her heart began to race.

Sang Chencao laughed heartily, looking both beautiful and sinister. She pushed away Feng Yun’ai’s sword hand. “Don’t bother trying again. I don’t want to fight you anymore. You can’t hurt me.”

“What did you do? Is it another gu?” Beneath the white silk, Feng Yun’ai’s grey eyes showed a hint of panic, making her look much more expressive.

“I won’t tell you for now.” Sang Chencao lowered her hand and pulled her sleeve straight, not allowing even a glimpse of the snake’s tail to be seen.

Feng Yun’ai’s hand trembled. She was well-read, yet she had never heard of such a sinister technique. This was certainly not a tactic used by the righteous path!

“Don’t be angry.” Sang Chencao glanced at the side of Feng Yun’ai’s smooth neck again. The bite mark had completely vanished. No matter how hard Feng Yun’ai looked, she wouldn’t find a single external wound.

Feng Yun’ai pressed her lips together and remained silent.

Sang Chencao sneered. “I just don’t want to fight you. After all, we still have a long way to go together. If a conflict breaks out between us, someone in the shadows might take advantage.”

More twisted logic.

The cold of Solitary Gall chilled Feng Yun’ai’s palm. She sheathed the sword and stepped back, unwilling to be near the indigo-clothed woman. “It’s true that I want to see Wen Lanxin,” she said coldly. “I thought I was the one forcing you to Cloud City, but now I see you want to find her as well. Why?”

Sang Chencao lowered her eyes slightly, looking indifferent. “I want to know why she left Yellow Sand Cliff, and why she’s going to Cloud City.”

“She wants to replace Feng Rong,” Feng Yun’ai said righteously.

“Impossible.” Sang Chencao scoffed. “If we go to Zhuyu Town now, we probably won’t find her. She must have moved on by now. However, you and I will surely find her in Cloud City.”

Feng Yun’ai went to push open the window, only to realize that this wasn’t their original room, although it had the same layout.

Sang Chencao called out to her, “Since we can’t catch her on the road, why are we in such a hurry to get to Cloud City? I’m hungry. Let’s go downstairs and order some dishes.”

Feng Yun’ai reached for her scabbard again. As her hand touched the cold metal, she thought better of it and let go. She couldn’t harm this indigo-clothed woman at all right now. With the sword in her hand, it was as if she were holding a piece of cotton.

She had underestimated Wen Lanxin. She also blamed the Jianghu Records for having so little information. It seemed that in the years Wen Lanxin had been in hiding, she had developed many powerful things besides this “gu.”

Sang Chencao said with a grin, “If you don’t eat something, it won’t have any nutrients. It might just eat you hollow.”

As soon as she heard this, Feng Yun’ai felt an itch all over her body, especially within her meridians. It was as if… there really were insects.

Sang Chencao pushed open the door to go downstairs. When she turned back, her voice was light and airy, as if even her throat were steeped in poison. “Don’t stray too far from me. Otherwise, the Subordinate Gu will rebel and devour you as well.”