At this moment, inside the Outer Sect disciple dormitory, Xi Miaoyi lay face down on the bedside, her hands continuously scratching at the bedsheets in front of her, as if enduring something. Meng Li slowly shifted her body, trying to go deeper in.
“L-Lord, this disciple can’t take it anymore, I’ve reached my limit~”
“No, it’s not enough yet. Shut your mouth. If you don’t want me to refine you into a magical treasure, then obediently use that body of yours to offer me your final worth~”
“Understood… I will try my best to endure it…”
As a soft moan escaped Xi Miaoyi’s lips in the room, Meng Li slowly stopped the movements of her hands. Looking at the Bronze Seal in her hand, a satisfied smile appeared on Meng Li’s face. She hadn’t expected that just an identity alone would grant her so much convenience.
“Now I can know the positions of all the undercover agents within the Yin Yang Immortal Sect~”
“Sigh, that’s right. As long as my authority is given to the Lord…”
Although Xi Miaoyi felt the loli-like Right Protector before her had issues—the other party hadn’t produced evidence to prove her identity, but similarly, she herself had no way to prove the other wasn’t genuine.
Having been an undercover agent for so many years, Xi Miaoyi had long stopped valuing the importance of individual figures. She had only one requirement: not to be exposed. However, the cruelty of the Right Protector’s methods was something even she, an agent who frequently carried out missions, had heard about.
“If her identity is real, then by no means should I rebel. If it’s fake, I can turn it around and use her as a hidden piece…”
Xi Miaoyi, who had been filled with fear just moments ago, weighed the benefits after a brief moment of thought and decided to hand over the authority to the other party. After all, the authenticity of the other’s identity was no longer important at this point.
“I say… why have you been lying on the bed this whole time?”
After putting away the Bronze Seal in her hand, Meng Li looked at Xi Miaoyi, who had been lying face down by the bedside without moving a muscle since earlier. It seemed the other party had just extracted something from her body and transferred it into the Bronze Seal in her hand.
“This disciple felt a bit drained after using that technique earlier, so for a moment, my body had no strength…”
Xi Miaoyi slowly sat up, supporting herself on the bedside. The exhaustion on her face was completely undisguised. Meng Li wondered if transferring authority came with side effects and once again took out the Bronze Seal she had just stored away.
“Since you exerted so much effort, let me try it first~”
【Dharma Art: Technique Transmission】
The moment Meng Li took out the Bronze Seal, a strange energy flowed through her body. She clearly shouldn’t know any spell formulas, but her body naturally performed the technique.
“What a wondrous feeling…”
Meng Li slowly closed her eyes. However, after sensing for a long time, she realized that, aside from Xi Miaoyi beside her, she couldn’t sense any other presences around. Even after expanding her sensing range, it was still the same.
“Wh-What’s going on here? Weren’t there supposed to be several hundred people?!”
Meng Li clearly remembered that in the storyline, Xi Miaoyi, in order to completely destroy the Yin Yang Immortal Sect, had lain dormant for over twenty years. Relying on her exceptional capabilities, she had even scattered Devil Sect infiltrators throughout every corner of the Yin Yang Immortal Sect.
It wasn’t until the final wave erupted that Meng Li, possessing a god’s-eye view, rooted out the traitors one by one. Otherwise, the game might have ended prematurely, perhaps even opening up a different storyline.
“Th-There were indeed several hundred people before…”
When Xi Miaoyi said this, her gaze noticeably began to waver. The fact that out of several hundred people, she was the only one left—if this got out, Xi Miaoyi didn’t know what reason she could offer to stay alive.
“So now it’s just you alone…”
Meng Li’s eye twitched. This was supposed to be the first storyline boss point in the game, and yet now it was reduced to a lone commander with no troops. Meng Li slowly turned her head and glanced at Xi Miaoyi behind her. The other party’s shifting, uncertain gaze seemed to confirm it was true.
“So it turns out you’re the only one who wasn’t discovered…”
“Well… actually, my identity has been exposed too. It’s just that the person said I still have a use, so…”
“Hold on? You were discovered too?!”
A chill ran down Meng Li’s entire body. Immediately after, she realized the storyline had been completely out of her control from the very beginning. Where did she even get the confidence to think the only variable was her… Shizun?
“You say… you were also discovered, but why…”
“The Elder who knows my identity seems to have their own agenda. They don’t plan on turning me in, and that person is terrifyingly powerful…”
“I-is that so. If they have their own agenda, as long as I know a name, perhaps I could even recruit them…”
Having learned that all the secret agents’ identities had already been thoroughly unearthed—even though she had just entered the sect—Meng Li knew that while Ling Qingyue was hiding her identity, she could still be considered an Elder.
“Perhaps I can ask Shizun for a little help…”
Meng Li uttered this somewhat uncertain statement. She wanted to ask for the name of that Elder. Maybe it was a conquerable character. When the time came, she could easily win them over using her knowledge from the game.
“I don’t know their name. I only know that person is at Jade Candle Peak…”
“Good, as long as I know which peak it is, then I can… Wait, which peak did you say…?”
“Jade Candle Peak…”
Upon hearing that familiar location, Meng Li’s eyes instantly became clear. At this moment, Xi Miaoyi still hadn’t realized the severity of the situation. She continued to lean in slowly, looking at Meng Li, whose will to fight had already vanished.
“Protector, do you have any plan? With your strength, you should be able to easily assassinate that Elder, right?”
“Assassinate? T-today… I have never met you today. You just remember this fact. I… I’ll just be going…!”
Meng Li spoke as she turned and walked toward the door. The ominous premonition she had felt earlier grew increasingly clear. As Meng Li spoke and moved forward, her hand hadn’t even touched the door before a fierce burst of Sword Qi pierced straight through it.
“!!!!!”
Meng Li felt that the Sword Qi was only 0.01 centimeters away from her at that moment. Immediately following it was that familiar yet terrifying voice. Ling Qingyue stood outside the door, longsword in hand, her expression blank.
The door before her practically split into two wooden planks in the blink of an eye. Behind her, Xi Miaoyi, seeing that cold, clear countenance, immediately wore an expression of even greater terror. She hid her entire body behind Meng Li, desperately cowering.
“M-my Lord! It’s her! Without a word, she carried that longsword straight into the Outer Sect, and then, sword stroke after sword stroke, she killed all of our sect’s disciples!”
As Xi Miaoyi spoke, she shrank further back, pushing Meng Li forward as a shield, trying to protect herself. However, what Xi Miaoyi failed to notice was that the protector she counted on, Meng Li, was already trembling even more violently than she was.
“Hm? Why are you here…”
Ling Qingyue used a questioning tone on the surface, but her expression showed no surprise whatsoever, as if everything before her was within her expectations. Ling Qingyue walked over slowly, longsword in hand, glancing at this good disciple of hers, then at the Devil Sect spy behind her.
“What reason do you plan on using to convince me this time…”
Ling Qingyue entered the room, appearing unhurried. She pulled a chair over and sat down. Meanwhile, her fingertips continuously caressed the sharp blade in her hand. Facing the three-chi-long cold gleam, Meng Li’s legs went weak, and she leaned on a nearby table for support.
“Di-disciple merely found conversation with this Senior Sister quite agreeable, so… so I lost track of time for a moment…”
“Oh? I thought you might say something heroic like, ‘If you want to kill her, you’ll have to kill me first.'”
At this moment, all Meng Li wanted was to quickly distance herself from Xi Miaoyi behind her. However, Xi Miaoyi also smelled the danger, her hands tightly clutching the hem of Meng Li’s robe, believing the other party was planning to use her as a discarded pawn to hide her own identity.
“My-my Lord! Don’t keep hiding! She appears here; she must have overheard our conversation!”
“Aiyo, let go quickly! You and I barely know each other!!”
“My Lord!”
Ever since transmigrating, Meng Li had constantly felt that everything was outside of her plans. She just wanted to shake the other off immediately. Yet Ling Qingyue seemed utterly unconcerned, merely sitting to the side and quietly watching the two’s performance.
“Good disciple, this one seems to be calling for your help~ You can tell me, your teacher. Shizun can help you a little…”
“Ah, really? That’s wonderful! Then I beg Shizun…!”
“To grant you both liberation~”
“I-I can do it myself!”
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