After Feigning Amnesia, My Sworn Enemy Takes Revenge Chapter 7

After the demon subjugation, the Sect Leader once again entered closed-door cultivation, no longer appearing before others.

This side peak of the Disciplinary Hall Sword Sect’s main peak was still managed by Fu Lingyi as usual.

First, she informed all her disciples that she had found a dao companion, and this person was now residing on the Disciplinary Hall Peak, very close to her own bamboo hut.

Furthermore, she announced that she would hold a dao companion ceremony and requested everyone’s help in choosing an auspicious date. They were also asked to place an announcement in the cultivation world gazette, inviting cultivators from friendly sects to attend.

As soon as this news broke, the entire sect erupted in an uproar.

There was no need to wait until the dao companion ceremony to publish the announcement; the headline “Disciplinary Hall Sword Sect’s Chief Disciple Fu Lingyi Has a Dao companion” became front-page news and remained stuck there for a full week.

Many cultivators were heartbroken by this. Some even spontaneously organized to gather at the foot of Disciplinary Hall Peak, hoping to catch a glimpse of this dao companion’s true face.

Fu Lingyi saw all of this clearly.

She knew how the cultivation world viewed her, and she was aware that she had held the top spot on the rankings for years.

Ordinarily, her fervent followers were peaceful, but if they had a target…

It was impossible to guarantee what kind of treatment her frail dao companion, who had no cultivation base, would receive.

She really wanted to see Yue Jin’s face when she was cornered.

At this very moment, Yue Jin was locked in a battle of wits with the bed.

Her left leg appeared to have no external injuries, but it ached faintly and couldn’t exert force. The bed in this bamboo hut was a bamboo bed with a high base. There were no soft silk quilts, just a soft mat and a thin blanket.

As a result, despite painstakingly managing to move herself onto the bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Are all these righteous path cultivators crazy? They sleep on beds this hard!

She really missed her reclining chair in the Qingyuan Palace, which was covered with several layers of spiritual silkworm crystal silk mattresses and was incredibly comfortable. It also had soft pillows filled with plain brocade heavenly cotton.

If only I had known, I would have brought my pillow when I came here to cultivate.

Instead of sleeping on this hard buckwheat pillow here now…

Feeling slightly annoyed, Yue Jin suddenly sat up and began to cultivate cross-legged.

I’m not sleeping!

I should first figure out why this Ninth Heaven cultivation method isn’t working for me.

When the previous Demon Lord imparted this cultivation method to her, she didn’t say much, only mentioning something about the method itself, flowing instinctively.

Could it be that I’m circulating it incorrectly?

She started over, from the bottom upwards, forming hand seals in a semi-circle…

Outside, however, a noisy clamor erupted.

“Senior Sister Yun, please let us see her, we beg you.”

“Senior Sister Lingyi isn’t here, begging me is useless.”

“Beautiful Senior Sister Yun, just make an exception.”

“Let me tell you, that woman inside is not to be trifled with. She just latched onto Senior Sister Lingyi and became so arrogant. She might as well become the Sect Leader of Disciplinary Hall Sword Sect.”

“Did you know? Yu Xia fainted when she heard Senior Sister Fu had a dao companion. She hasn’t woken up yet.”

“She’s awake, she just woke up, she’s right behind you. Stop talking nonsense.”

“Oh, Senior Sister Yun, just let us go in, please. We’ll just stand at the door, just take a look from the door.”

The noise grew louder, irritating Yue Jin. She couldn’t ignore it because it was obvious that the group was there for her.

“Don’t ask me, I can’t manage this. Senior Sister didn’t tell me to guard the door either. Me, I’m going down the mountain to help Master retrieve her stored sword. Maybe, perhaps… I won’t be back for a while. I’m leaving.”

Yun Lingyue’s voice gradually faded. Yue Jin heard messy footsteps outside the door. She pulled the bed curtain shut, unwilling to show her face.

“Where is she? Let me see…” There was a tapping sound on the window. The thin window paper was pressed until it tore. The playful chatter was like sparrows on a branch.

“Is she pretty?” A soft, gentle female voice was particularly clear. Her tone seemed slightly annoyed. “Did you see her? Don’t block me.”

“Yu Xia, stop pushing. You’re going to push off my hair ornaments. Why don’t you just open the door yourself and go in?”

“Go in and look? Why don’t you go in…”

Yue Jin pulled back the bed curtain, flipped over, and got out of bed. Dragging her left leg, she walked to the window, startling the curious young disciples.

Her red clothes were already too damaged to wear, so she had changed into the green inner robe Fu Lingyi had given her. The modest attire had a different kind of charm. Her face, without makeup, was still bright and cold, like a blooming lotus.

Yu Xia’s eyes widened because she recognized the person’s face.

“De… Demon…”

“So beautiful! Sister, what brand of lingzhi do you use for skincare?” A disciple interrupted her words and started chirping questions excitedly.

Yue Jin walked over, originally intending to tell them to leave and stop disturbing her cultivation. She hadn’t expected to be unable to shake them off.

“Sister, are you really our Senior Sister Fu’s dao companion? How did you meet?”

“Sister, what path do you cultivate?”

“Sister…”

Yu Xia clenched her fists inside her sleeves. The disciples here were all young. Only she had followed Fu Lingyi down the mountain before and seen the Demon Lord.

This person before her, wasn’t she that demon? Why? Wasn’t the demon dead? Why would she become Senior Sister’s dao companion?

“What skincare? I’m naturally beautiful,” Yue Jin slightly raised her head, a bit smug. “If I had to say, it’s blood! Fresh blood for watering!”

With Fu Lingyi absent, she truly let herself go.

Her original intention was to say something scary to scare them away, but she hadn’t expected the disciples to become even more excited, practically wanting to crowd right in front of her: “What brand of blood? From Old Lady Wang in the East Suburb, or from Little Sister Li in the West Street?”

“How do you use the blood? Do you swallow it daily, or apply it externally?”

Yue Jin: “…”

There was no talking to these people.

Yu Xia remained silent, standing at the back, her eyes fixed on that face.

Then, she turned and left.
She couldn’t accept it, couldn’t accept that her most favorite Senior Sister Fu was going to marry that demon.

She had to go find Senior Sister and get to the bottom of this!

After finishing the accumulated tasks on the main peak, Fu Lingyi returned to the courtyard on the side peak. From a distance, she saw a figure squatting there.

She walked closer and realized it was Yu Xia.

Yu Xia was a recently inducted junior sister, very shy and somewhat sickly. At this moment, she was leaning against the courtyard fence, asleep.

Fu Lingyi reached out and gently pushed her: “Yu Xia, Yu Xia, it’s cold. Go back inside and sleep.”

Yu Xia mumbled a few words, rolled over, and plopped down on the ground: “Just a little more sleep…”

Fu Lingyi frowned.

This junior sister usually liked to follow her around. Now, she was even squatting outside her courtyard.

This enthusiasm and devotion had caused her quite a bit of trouble.

After a whole day of work, she just wanted to quickly return to her room and rest. Now, she had to wake this person up.

Fu Lingyi squatted down. She casually plucked a weed, placed it in front of her, and blew a puff of air. The weed seemed to come alive, dancing in front of Yu Xia and tickling her face.

This stimulated the person in her dream, making her sneeze repeatedly.

“Achoo! Ah, so itchy, what is this… Senior Sister Fu.” Yu Xia frantically scratched her face, opened her eyes, and saw Fu Lingyi’s enlarged face. Her own face instantly turned red.

Fu Lingyi smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes: “What are you doing here?”

Yu Xia quickly stood up, wiping away non-existent drool: “I was waiting for you, Senior Sister.”

“Waiting for me? Is it important?” Fu Lingyi walked past her and entered the house. “It’s cold outside, come in and talk.”

The candlelight in the room was instantly lit. Fu Lingyi sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to her: “Drink some tea to warm up first. You slept outside for so long, your body must be stiff.”

Even with the support of true energy, for a junior disciple who had just joined and hadn’t yet reached grain abstinence, it was indeed a bit cold. Yu Xia sat down and took several sips. The fragrant tea filled her nose, soothing her body and mind.

“Thank you, Senior Sister Fu…” Her face turned red again.

Fu Lingyi lowered her gaze. She was extremely tired and couldn’t force such an enthusiastic smile in response. She spoke up, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere: “So, what matter?”

“Ah, well, it’s like this, we, today, we saw your dao companion, Senior Sister…” Saying this felt a bit unreasonable, and Yu Xia’s voice became a bit quieter towards the end, afraid of being blamed.

“Mm, and then?”

Seeing that Fu Lingyi wasn’t scolding her, she straightened her back slightly and gained confidence, asking, “Others haven’t seen her, but I remember. Senior Sister, you couldn’t possibly… be marrying that demon, right?”

Fu Lingyi’s teacup paused.

She was discovered this quickly.

However, it wasn’t from Yun Lingyue, but from this young disciple before her…

For a moment, she had a new idea.

Seeing that Yu Xia was still observing her expression, she put down the teacup and sighed deeply.

“Yu Xia, you are always very careful. I think I should tell you about this.”

Rumors originate from the overzealous.

“That day when we subjugated the demonic sect, the demon wasn’t killed by me. Seeing she was cornered, she self-detonated in front of me.”

Fu Lingyi pursed her lips. Her emotions showed; her eyebrows were furrowed tightly, as if in great pain.

“I hate her. I hate even more that I couldn’t kill her myself. The humiliation she brought me and the disgrace to the sect make it impossible for me to move on.”

“I will never forget her.”

Fu Lingyi leaned forward. She reached out and placed her hand on Yu Xia’s wrist. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

This was the first time Yu Xia had seen her Senior Sister make this expression.

She was flustered and at a loss. The spot on her wrist where she was touched felt warm, spreading through her whole body: “…Senior Sister?”

“Do you understand my hatred?” Fu Lingyi leaned in closer. Her eyes were like glass; her amber pupils had a unique luster under the candlelight. “Do you understand what it feels like for my dao companion from many years ago to have been turned into the appearance of that demon?”

“She lost her memory. Her physical cultivation base is no different from a mortal’s. I can’t abandon her, but I also don’t dare face her again.”

“What should I do, Yu Xia?”

Yu Xia was stunned. The soft and gentle voice echoed in her ears, like a soul-capturing forest demon beast.

“…Senior Sister, if that’s truly the case, you should give her up. After all, you are a cultivator. Being dragged down by a mortal for decades will only damage your cultivation.”

“I can’t do it.”

Fu Lingyi suddenly stood up, withdrew her hand, turned her back, and said coldly: “You should go back.”

“Senior Sister?”

“Forget everything I told you today. I will not abandon my dao companion. You should leave.”

Yu Xia’s wrist felt icy cold. The cold wind pierced through, colder than before.

She stood up and left.

Senior Sister has been troubled by something like this all along…

That dao companion is clearly not who she wants, but because of her sense of morality, she can’t let go and abandon her.

Yu Xia walked back in a daze.

What if, what if I drive that person away.

Then Senior Sister would be able to cultivate better, wouldn’t she?

And the candidate for her future dao companion, could it become me?

She’s just a mortal with no cultivation base. It would be fine to just drive her down the mountain to experience birth, aging, sickness, and death.

What Senior Sister couldn’t do, she would do.