“Hmm, yesterday when you told me, I thought it was some major matter you had to handle, and I was even preparing to find someone else to go to Ru’an City,” Mei Shengchi said, lying leisurely in a sleeping bag strung between two trees. “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”
Jiang Chunai: “It’s already resolved. But it truly wasn’t a small matter; it was just resolved quickly.”
Just speak directly, she thought.
The most important lesson she had learned during her long stay on Reflection Cliff was to be direct. She thought, things can’t always be kept bottled up inside.
“Hm? Not a small matter, yet resolved so quickly,” Mei Shengchi muttered to herself as she got out of the sleeping bag.
Jiang Chunai saw this and immediately went to support Mei Shengchi. “Yes. Cliff Master, you said last time that you had a test for Chunai. Chunai has resolved these matters, so I should be able to go now. Please feel free to give your commands.”
In truth, there was already a consensus within the Bright Snow Sect.
After Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s death, many of her disciples had transferred to Dao Lord Qiming’s tutelage. Unless one was a cultivator like Jiang Chunai, who had achieved a certain level of cultivation regardless of their master, and thus had their own established position where no one could truly affect her, then choosing a new master didn’t matter.
However, if it were anyone else, their days might not have been so easy.
Putting it that way, among Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s disciples still within the Bright Snow Sect and who had not yet taken another master, there was only one in ten left.
Most of these remaining tenth were actually those who were still devoted to Immortal Lord Yang Nian and unwilling to switch masters.
And what Cliff Master Mei said today was, in fact, another, more formal way of indirectly accepting her as a disciple.
To complete a trial.
Mei Shengchi allowed Jiang Chunai to support her as she said, “Good. Do you have the resolve to retrieve that item for me?”
Are you truly sincere in wanting to be my disciple?
Jiang Chunai paused for a moment, then said, “Yes, Chunai is sincere.”
Mei Shengchi smiled. “Good. Then, I will entrust this matter to you. I want you to help me retrieve an item…”
Jiang Chunai nodded vaguely, following Mei Shengchi into the dark chamber beneath the cliff.
In the flickering, dim candlelight, a scroll unfurled.
It depicted a dark blue luminous pearl.
“…You must go to the Ghost Market in Ru’an City. There, you will find my Pearl of Retrospection, which I left there. All you need to do is hand this to the ghost peddler,” Mei Shengchi said, taking out another talisman and giving it to Jiang Chunai. “Now, you don’t need to worry about what to do when you get there. This talisman will activate on its own when the time is right.”
Jiang Chunai nodded.
Go to the Ghost Market? It wasn’t her first time there.
The last time she went, it was with Senior Sister Han Xiao…
Mei Shengchi thought for a moment and continued, “However, there’s one more thing I need to remind you of.”
Jiang Chunai asked what it was.
“Ru’an is originally in the mortal realm, but the Ghost Market appeared there because it’s adjacent to the Cave of Severed Affections… This place was once used by cultivators who wished to sever their worldly ties, but unfortunately, some cultivators’ emotional bonds were not truly severed, forcing them to break their attachments. Afterward, their resentment grew stronger and stronger, giving rise to demonic energy.”
“So, the Cave of Severed Affections is also known as the Myriad Ghost Cave,” Mei Shengchi continued with a frown. “In the past, only these lovesick spirits lingered there, but now, it’s not certain. The Ghost Market has already formed, and the Ghost King there might have changed.”
Jiang Chunai listened silently, nodding occasionally.
“Anyway, this Cliff Master only needs you to go to the Ghost Market in Ru’an. Once there, you can inquire about how to enter the Ghost Market, retrieve the Pearl of Retrospection, and then return. Do not go any further east.”
Jiang Chunai nodded like a chick pecking at grain, saying she definitely wouldn’t wander off.
After giving her instructions, Mei Shengchi waved her hand, dismissing Jiang Chunai to rest.
The map remained wide open, with a place circled in cinnabar—the Cave of Severed Affections.
Mei Shengchi frowned for a long time, lost in thought.
“Zhuyun, when you brought this girl back from the snow, were you perhaps taking note of her bloodline?” she murmured, the weak candlelight reflecting a chilling glint in her cat-like eyes.
This girl has a unique meridian guarding her body; she can’t even cultivate the Tenth Form.
Moreover, that barrier is far more powerful than the Tenth Form—which is why Mei Shengchi sent her to the Ru’an Ghost Market. Although that place is eerie with ghostly energy, it certainly won’t harm this girl.
In the Moon-Resting Courtyard, several figures stood.
Their attire was in shades of black and white. Being in the Bright Snow Sect, anyone with knowledge would recognize them as disciples of the Immortal Lord and the Dao Lord.
And Dao Lord Qiming was among them.
She delicately plucked a newly bloomed ice flower. “Han Xiao, sometimes I wonder why I haven’t received a disciple like you.”
Zeng Jun was surprised, glancing at the expressionless Jing Shun beside him.
Hearing this, Jing Shun’s mouth twitched, feeling annoyed.
Han Xiao still wore the white robes of Yang Nian’s lineage. Whatever ornaments or patterns adorned her, they conveyed an air of cold detachment. Even her earrings were shaped like ice droplets.
…Hmph, she’s only one step away from becoming an elder, yet she bothers to put on this act of not caring about anything?
Feigned aloofness. And, she even has some kind of flower ornament, ice-blue in color, stuck under her eye.
Isn’t that just being sick in the head?!
Dao Lord Qiming’s words displeased her disciples, but Han Xiao herself showed no reaction, remaining silent.
Dao Lord Qiming saw Han Xiao wasn’t speaking, but didn’t get angry. She turned, clutching the ice flower, and said airily, “Han Xiao, have you now reached the advanced stage of the Void Comprehension realm?”
Beyond Void Comprehension was the Great Ascension Realm, and beyond Great Ascension, one could ascend to immortality.
The highest realm these elders had reached was Great Ascension; some of the lower-ranked ones were barely at the Void Comprehension realm.
So, when Han Xiao was received this time, all the elders of the Bright Snow Sect came, but because Dao Lord Qiming was the Sect Leader, she specifically brought two of her disciples.
“Yes,” Han Xiao replied.
She was only willing to answer such questions, not Dao Lord Qiming’s suggestive, ambiguous inquiries.
Dao Lord Qiming knew her nature and did not press further. With the elders present, she got straight to the point:
“Immortal Lord Yang Nian has been deceased for many years, and the elder position cannot remain vacant for too long. Among the cultivators under my tutelage, Han Xiao, I believe you have the most potential… However, promotion is not simply a matter of my words or everyone’s words.”
Han Xiao nodded.
Dao Lord Qiming raised her hand, and suddenly, the heavens and earth changed color, ink-blackness poured forth, and a crescent moon hung diagonally.
A fierce wind whistled past their ears.
“Our Bright Snow Sect is the leader of the righteous path; vanquishing demons and slaying devils is our foremost duty.”
“In recent years, evil demons have run rampant in the Eastern Continent, and the world has suffered from them for too long. This expedition will be led by Han Xiao and Jing Shun, traveling from east to west, starting from the Eastern Frontier and ending at the Underworld Crossing Domain, to eliminate the demons along the way and provide an explanation to the world.”
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Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 17
The Journey
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Released on July 13, 2026
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