Running Off With The Sect Senior Sister Chapter 68

Yun Shayi had always wondered why, for so many years, Luo Yi rarely smiled.
Even if she smiled at flowers and plants, it was just a faint, weak curve of her lips, gone in an instant.
When she was young, she always thought, if only that day would come, how wonderful it would be.
Now, she saw it.
Luo Yi wasn’t as cold as before. Her whole being was gentle, as if draped in a layer of light, still as beautiful and dazzling as when they first met.
“Senior Sister, have you gone mad?” Yun Shayi’s lips trembled. As if she had found a lifeline, her eyes lit up slightly, and with a hint of hope hidden on her face, she stared at Luo Tangtang.
Luo Tangtang’s smile froze. Her eyes turned cold, and she said lightly, “Junior Sister, doesn’t your wound hurt?”
Luo Tangtang suddenly pulled the sword out. Fresh blood flowed freely. Yun Shayi seemed to only then realize she had been stabbed. She staggered back a few steps, looking at the painful wound.
“Senior Sister,” Yun Shayi murmured.
Luo Tangtang felt as if her own heart was dripping blood. Her eyes reddened, and her whole body felt like it was being pierced by knives, a searing pain.
“Why?”
“Why.”
“You’ve now obtained the Creation Divine Fire. You could be said to be the only god in this world.”
Luo Tangtang looked at the other’s face. “Then can’t you see that our fates are opposed?”
“Since you chose the so-called righteous path of cultivation, I can only drag a group of people to hell with me.”
Luo Tangtang smiled, revealing her canines.
“I have to go.” Luo Tangtang glanced at Yun Shayi. Her dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, with turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath. “I won’t kill you this time. Next time we meet, it will be a fight to the death.”
Luo Tangtang vanished.
Yun Shayi dazedly turned her head, looking at the bodies strewn all over the ground. She was crestfallen, and tears unknowingly streamed down her face.
The gloomy and treacherous Demon Realm Forest became even more terrifying. Ghosts floated above, demonic beasts roamed, white bones piled up like mountains, and strange, demonic flowers bloomed one after another.
Where thunder and lightning struck, there was a towering palace. Luo Tangtang sat on a high throne, coldly looking down.
“My Lord, that batch of monsters that escaped from the rift has been apprehended by us,” an old man said respectfully.
The great hall was frighteningly quiet. Luo Tangtang had dark green hair and indifferent silver pupils.
“I know. You may all leave,” Luo Tangtang waved her hand, signaling them to depart.
The group filed out. The great hall fell into a dead silence.
“Number One.” Luo Er suddenly appeared in the great hall.
“She… how is she?” Luo Tangtang’s voice was hoarse.
Luo Er paused. “She… is fine.”
“Mm,” Luo Tangtang lowered her head, saying nothing.
Five years ago, Luo Tangtang defected from the Supreme Immortal Sect and single-handedly established a Demonic Palace in the Demon Realm Forest, openly challenging the Supreme Immortal Sect.
“Why did the Main God…”
Hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed across Luo Tangtang’s face. She downed the strong liquor in her hand, her throat burning with a searing pain.
“That’s right, why…” Her voice was full of bitterness.
She looked up, and the ceiling of the palace instantly revealed a starry sky. Luo Tangtang showed a hint of confusion, which then turned into a sneer. “I estimate that now, in her eyes, I’m a great demon lord, cruel and inhuman, despicable and heartless.”
“Number One.” Luo Er’s eyes seemed to hold a trace of pity.
“How have you been?” Luo Tangtang took another gulp of wine. “Have they given you a hard time?”
Over these years, Luo Er had also secretly contacted her, but each time it was rushed and brief. Usually, they couldn’t exchange more than a few words before being interrupted.
Luo Er’s hand moved slightly, but she immediately shook her head.
Luo Tangtang paused, then chuckled. “…the chosen ones to jointly eliminate me…”
“How could those people make things difficult for you!”
“Stop drinking,” Luo Er pursed her lips.
“Do you think Yun Shayi will kill me?” Luo Tangtang glanced at Luo Er, her eyes slightly moist at the corners.
“She will,” Luo Er replied. Luo Tangtang then said to herself, “After all, I stabbed her back then. It hurt so much; she must hate me to death.”
“My hands are also stained with the blood of so many fellow disciples, haha.” Luo Tangtang’s voice choked with sobs, a crying tone in it.
Luo Er’s face also showed sorrow. She used a transportation array to return to the Supreme Immortal Sect.
“You’re back!”
The Supreme Immortal Sect was still dark at this hour, and the array point was even more remote.
Her eyes flickered. She turned around and saw Yun Shayi standing quietly behind her.
That person was dressed in white, exuding a cold intent. The air around her seemed to have chilled by several degrees.
“You went to see her,” Yun Shayi stared intently at Luo Er, her tone stating a fact.
“No, I was just feeling cooped up and went for a walk,” Luo Er denied.
Yun Shayi’s eyes were somewhat cold. Her personality in recent years was like it was before; one wouldn’t see a smile on her face from morning till night.
“I can smell her scent on you.”
“Deliver a message for me. Next time we meet, I won’t let her go.”
Luo Er’s eyes slowly widened as she watched Yun Shayi walk past her.
“…”
In the Supreme Immortal Sect’s council hall, everyone was gathered.
Ye Siwen sat in the main seat, looking at Luo Er, who was seated below with a blank expression.
He spoke softly, “You all know about the matter of the rift.”
Since the rift appeared, the upper echelons of the cultivation world have been trying all sorts of methods to control and repair it, but with little success. Many cultivators have even been sacrificed.
“Fortunately, no new rifts have appeared in recent years,” Ye Siwen sighed.
“But…” His gaze turned cold and sharp again.
“But, we now have Luo Yi, this misfortune of the sect,” Jun Chuxi interjected.
The hall immediately fell silent.
Yun Shayi unconsciously furrowed her brows.
A cold glint flashed in Luo Er’s eyes.
“Chuxi!” Ye Siwen said helplessly, his expression also very unsightly.
Back then, Luo Yi slaughtered tens of thousands in the Extreme North Realm. Her victims vanished without a trace, neither seen alive nor found as corpses.
“Our stance on the Demonic Palace…” Ye Siwen’s gaze shifted to Yun Shayi and Luo Er.
Luo Er’s expression stiffened, then turned cold. “She is a traitor. Naturally, she deserves to die. I will only follow orders.”
Yun Shayi glanced at her and said indifferently, “I will not show mercy.”
Luo Er immediately turned her head and glared at her.
Ye Siwen’s brow furrowed with exhaustion.
“You just need to remember, when you see her, show no mercy.”
“That is all. Dismissed.”
The meeting ended there, and everyone dispersed.
Luo Er walked to an unseen corner, her eyes dimming somewhat. She secretly snuck down the mountain, bought a lot of wine and food, and went straight to a remote mountain peak, lightly knocking on its gate.
“Master.” Luo Er called out.
From a messy cave, someone rushed out. “Little disciple, have you brought me food?”
“Mm,” Luo Er said dejectedly.
Ever since his cultivation was crippled, he had locked himself in this remote place, unwilling to come out. Luo Er had no choice but to bring him some food and spiritual medicines to sustain his life at regular intervals.
“He doesn’t have long to live,” said Yun Shayi, who had appeared at some unknown time.
A cold light flashed in Luo Er’s eyes. She turned back to glare coldly at Yun Shayi and said fiercely, “Shut up.”
Yunshan seemed completely unconcerned, merely grabbing food and stuffing it into his mouth, eating merrily.
After he finished eating, laughing contentedly, he ran to his corner and lay down to sleep, ignoring everyone.
Seeing him like this, a trace of pity flashed in Luo Er’s eyes.
Yun Shayi, however, wore a sarcastic expression.
“Are you done yet?” A surge of anger welled up in Luo Er’s heart.
“Our high and mighty Yun Shayi, are you so at leisure that you must keep pestering me?”
“I think the one you want to keep an eye on isn’t me, but Luo Yi!”
Since that incident, Luo Er had restrained her temper a lot. But Yun Shayi kept pursuing her with cold sarcasm and veiled mockery. Even someone with a good temper couldn’t stand it, let alone Luo Er, whose temper was bad to begin with.
“Who would want to keep an eye on her? I simply want to kill her with my own hands,” Yun Shayi’s face suddenly darkened.
Luo Er sneered. “Then why do you still wear the storage ring she gave you on your hand?”
Luo Er pointed to the ring on Yun Shayi’s hand. That was the ring Luo Yi had tossed to her when they first met.
The ring glowed with a silver light, with a diamond in the center that flowed with a golden radiance. It looked very unique, but also a bit gaudy. Luo Er had suspected more than once that Luo Yi had thrown it to Yun Shayi precisely because she found it ugly.
Yun Shayi’s expression turned ugly. She reached out, wanting to pull off the storage ring and throw it away, but her hand stopped abruptly in mid-air. Her fist tightened and tightened, but in the end, she still didn’t throw it.
“Why should I throw it away?” Yun Shayi gritted her teeth. “Keeping this is just to make me remember—remember everything she has done.”
Luo Er’s eyes turned deep and profound. She said coldly, “Then I hope it will truly be as you wish in the end. I wish you swift success in taking her head.”
Yun Shayi’s expression became even uglier.
On her body, a Netherworld Azure Flame flickered continuously. Luo Er’s expression changed slightly. “You’re not thinking of destroying Wuyang Mountain, are you?”
Yun Shayi took a deep breath, and the Netherworld Azure Flame was instantly withdrawn into her body.
She left without looking back.
Luo Er watched her departing figure and sighed in relief.
Wuyang Mountain.
It had now completely become a dead mountain. Yun Shayi sat on a swing woven from withered vines, her face pale.
She sat there quietly for a long time. All the plants around her were abnormal, on the verge of death.
Yun Shayi slowly took out a knife and slit her wrist. Fresh blood flowed down.
Yun Shayi poured the blood onto those plants.