Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 62

The winding, tortuous path was like a giant python leading to a bottomless abyss, hidden in the thick darkness, with no end.
Pugu Yanjin walked quickly, but she couldn’t hide the worry and fear welling up from the bottom of her heart. With every step, the hem of her skirt gently brushed against the ground, making a soft rustling sound that was particularly clear in this deathly silent environment.
This was the Nether Realm’s dungeon. All around were heavy shadows, a substantial, thick darkness that swallowed everything.
She had come here to find her brother, Pugu Yanxi. Ever since Han Xiao had replaced him, he had been imprisoned here for a long time.
Her brother would rather die than submit—but this was not a wise move. As his sister, Pugu Yanjin always had to find various opportunities to protect her brother.
There was nothing in the dungeon, only a few will-o’-the-wisps flickering in the corners. The faint blue flames danced erratically, sometimes stretching, sometimes curling, swaying with the yin wind that blew from nowhere. The faint light reflected on the walls, casting a series of twisted, strange shadows, as if countless evil ghosts were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
On the walls, the moss was mottled and varied, like a series of rotten faces that would peel off at any moment. Occasionally, a drop of water would fall from above, the sound of dripping echoing in this deathly silence, like a soul-summoning drumbeat, every sound striking at one’s heart, making one’s heart tremble.
The ground under Pugu Yanjin’s feet was wet and slippery, as if it had been soaked in a cold, damp energy all year round. She had to be careful with every step, for fear of slipping and falling.
And the surrounding air was as thick as paste. It brushed past her skin, leaving a bone-chilling coldness. The coldness seemed to have a life of its own, seeping into her bone marrow, making her tremble slightly.
Suddenly, the clanking sound of iron chains broke the silence.
She had reached the end.
At the end, the one who was being held as a “serious criminal” was her blood brother, Pugu Yanxi.
He was slumped against the wall, his posture like a puppet that had lost its support, leaving only a broken and weathered body. His once well-fitting and handsome clothes were now torn and tattered, and the skin exposed through the holes was covered with new and old wounds, some still oozing blood.
Seeing this, Pugu Yanjin’s breath hitched, and she gently called her brother’s name.
Only then did Pugu Yanxi slowly open his eyes. Seeing that it was his disobedient sister, his already dark face instantly became even more gloomy. “Why are you here? What should I call you, Lord Pugu? Or should I call you Lord Pugu’s sister now?”
He had always been resentful that his sister had not risen up to resist Han Xiao.
Pugu Yanjin had long expected Pugu Yanxi’s reaction.
She just looked at her brother calmly, without saying a single word of explanation.
She was not a person who liked to waste time.
The brother and sister stood in a silent standoff for a long time, with only the sound of dripping water from somewhere, an endless echo.
Pugu Yanxi only felt his head ache. Since he was a child, he had actually been the one controlled by his sister, so now that Pugu Yanjin was standing in front of him, he couldn’t say anything besides a sarcastic remark.
In the end, he surrendered and said with great helplessness, “Speak, what are you here for? Lord Pugu?”
But at the end of his words, he still did not forget to tease her.
Pugu Yanjin looked at him fixedly and said, “I came to find you for an important matter.”
“Everyone who comes to see me has an important matter. Torturing me is also an important matter,” Pugu Yanxi shrugged and sneered. “And among them, your new master has tortured me the most times…”
He had not been willing to open the Ghost Gate before, but under Han Xiao’s threat, he had had to.
Of course, he had also paid the price of his skin being torn and his flesh being cut open.
“Brother,” Pugu Yanjin shook her head and called his name solemnly. “I have come this time to give you a promise.”
Hearing the word “promise,” Pugu Yanjin finally lifted his eyelids. “Give me a promise? What kind of promise can you give me now? It’s not the promise that Han Xiao gave you, which you’re kindly sharing with your poor brother, is it? But I have to say in advance, if that’s the case, then I don’t want it.”
Han Xiao’s charity? Pfft! He didn’t care for it. If he could, he would eat her flesh alive.
“Brother, don’t be impulsive,” Pugu Yanjin was still serious. “You lost the Crimson Smelting City because you were impulsive.”
Pugu Yanxi was furious. “What, you dare to say I was impetuous…”
“And you are now,” Pugu Yanjin interrupted him directly, not giving her imprisoned brother any face. She said again, “If you want to live, you’d better not say such things again. I took a great risk to come here this time.”
Pugu Yanxi thought to himself, if you had the guts, you wouldn’t have come. But no matter how unhappy he was in his heart, he still held it in.
Because Pugu Yanjin had then made him a promise. She said that she would rescue him on the day of Han Xiao’s grand wedding.
Pugu Yanxi, who had been maintaining a disgruntled and inscrutable expression, his eyes finally moved. “On the day of her grand wedding, you’ll rescue me? Who is Han Xiao getting married to? When?”
He felt that he had been imprisoned for too long. He didn’t even know that Han Xiao was getting married!
But Pugu Yanjin’s tone did not waver. “With Jiang Chunai.”
“Jiang Chunai?” Pugu Yanxi savored the name, trying to find a corresponding image in his memory, but to no avail.
“Who is Jiang Chunai?”
Pugu Yanjin said concisely, “Her junior sister from when she was in the Bright Snow Sect.”
With that, Pugu Yanxi understood everything and even laughed loudly. “Hahaha… I understand! So Han Xiao did so many things before just to resurrect her junior sister? And now, her wish has finally come true, and after her wish has come true, she’s going to marry her.”
“It’s a pity that I, the City Lord of the Crimson Smelting City, didn’t last long, and in the end, I just gave my achievements to Han Xiao for nothing. Now it’s really become her dowry,” Pugu Yanxi sneered, but he soon remembered something strange. “She has already resurrected her junior sister, for how long?”
Han Xiao had done those crazy things, and had tormented him in the process, but she had never stopped.
Pugu Yanjin did not answer his casual question, but only said, “Soon, less than half a month. You take care of your body in this half a month, and don’t be consumed too much by the prison guards.”
…He had not expected that this cold-blooded sister, whom he had thought had no conscience, still knew she had a brother!
Thinking of this, Pugu Yanxi’s mood improved slightly.
“It’s fine to save me,” Pugu Yanxi’s words had softened by now. “But I can’t take revenge on Han Xiao. I always feel unhappy in my heart.”
Pugu Yanjin had already moved her feet—she was planning to leave. Hearing this, she lifted her eyelids slightly and said, “Brother, if you can get out, it’s already a great fortune.”
“Otherwise, how do you want to take revenge on Han Xiao?” Pugu Yanjin’s words were as light as the wind, as if she were talking about something completely impossible. “You and I, we can’t defeat Han Xiao.”
To take revenge on her was simply a fantasy—they couldn’t even get close to Han Xiao.
Even if they got close, they couldn’t do anything to her.
Pugu Yanjin had not been without trying these past few days, but this person, Han Xiao, was too alert. After getting close, it was as if she had countless eyes all over her body, making it difficult for anyone to hide.
She looked at her brother and said faintly, “I advise you to give up this idea.”
Things that shouldn’t be done, things that can’t be done, don’t do them.
Pugu Yanxi muttered, “Then what? Han Xiao can’t really have brought that set of cultivators’ tricks over, can she? If I bribe the guards and act when she’s drunk, can’t I do it?”
“…That’s how you were captured by Han Xiao.”
It was the first time Han Xiao had smelled alcohol on Jiang Chunai.
Their Bright Snow Sect’s rules were strict. Cultivators were certainly not allowed to drink. But at this moment, a faint smell of alcohol lingered around Jiang Chunai, mixed with her snow-like, clear and sweet aura, which actually made Han Xiao feel a little different.
Jiang Chunai’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes were filled with a drunken haze, and her body was soft, leaning against Han Xiao, her slender arms wrapping around her. “Why aren’t you drinking, only me?”
Han Xiao still acted serious. “I don’t like to drink.”
“But I’ve drunk—” as Jiang Chunai said this, she suddenly lifted her eyes to meet Han Xiao’s, and then her voice softened. “Then you can’t have a few sips?”
The sect forbade alcohol. Jiang Chunai’s alcohol tolerance was naturally very poor. With her current appearance, the only possibility was that she was drunk.
Han Xiao was helpless and said, “What’s the point of me having a few sips?”
“Because we’re getting married, it’s the first time for me, my first time getting married,” Jiang Chunai muttered in a low voice. “We’ll definitely have to drink on the wedding day. You’re not going to drink? Oh, it’s also fine if you don’t practice drinking.”
As she spoke, her nonsense seemed to be getting more and more, and she even reached out to pinch Han Xiao’s face.
“Soft-skinned snake, your face is also soft, everywhere is soft…” she said drunkenly, her hands just for show. To say she was pinching was more like she was playing with Han Xiao’s face.
Han Xiao couldn’t dodge, and it was itchy, so she could only obey Jiang Chunai’s words. “Alright, alright, soft, everywhere is soft. Don’t drink so much next time.”
Suddenly, she felt a tightness in her heart—she looked down and saw that it was Jiang Chunai’s hand caressing there.
A person’s heart.
Pinched at the snake’s vital point.
But Jiang Chunai was still blinking, her eyes filled with a drunken haze. “Han Xiao, Han Xiao, there must be a reason why you’re not practicing drinking.”
“What is it?”
She asked softly.
She was drunk, but her eyes were still cloudy, and she didn’t know what was hidden in them.
“Because you’ve already gotten married!” Jiang Chunai said huffily, and then she fainted in her arms.
“Eh…” Han Xiao raised her hand, wanting to explain, but for a moment, she didn’t know what to say, so she could only laugh bitterly twice.
This little junior sister was really holding a grudge.
Jiang Chunai rolled over Han Xiao’s soft body, making her whole body go numb, but Han Xiao’s mind was still recalling what Jiang Chunai had just said in a half-drunk, half-angry state, that she had already gotten married, and this was her second time.
She thought for a moment, lowered her head, and asked in Jiang Chunai’s ear, “Then what should we do?”
However, Jiang Chunai was really asleep. Just now, she had had the leisure to roll over her soft, undulating body. Now she was sound asleep, even deeper than her hibernation.
Han Xiao was helpless and raised a helpless smile—she was probably still happy. After all, Jiang Chunai had agreed to her, and they would be married soon.
This was truly a joyous occasion.
They had gone through countless difficulties, and on the way, the wind and rain had been like a storm. They had walked the most rugged and difficult path in the long river of time, and had even experienced life and death separation…
Finally, it was time for them to be inseparable.
That day, the wind was fierce. She was in a wedding dress and mourning clothes, suspended in mid-air, opening Jiang Chunai’s coffin. In her heart, there was only one thought:
To be intertwined branches and a shared tomb, to be inseparable in life and death.
Everything was like a fantasy.
The demon who had been in chaos for thousands of years in the Nether Realm had also had a day when she knew what true love was.
She was finally going to marry Jiang Chunai.
That day in the Nether Realm, it would surely not be as gloomy as before, but would be decorated with colorful flags and red ribbons everywhere. The perennial haze would be driven away by this festive atmosphere…
It must be like this, Han Xiao told herself.
Chang Xin received three people at the entrance of Yanqiu: Lan Xu, Zhi Zhi, and even Yan Linglong.
When she saw the first two, her eyes were full of concern, but when she saw Yan Linglong, she couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment and ask, “Daoist… Daoist Yan, why are you here today?”
Although Chang Xin had not had direct contact with Yan Linglong and did not know what she had done, from her reasoning after returning to Yanqiu, she knew that this Daoist Yan was not a kind person.
But seeing them arriving travel-worn, Chang Xin could not say it directly.
Seeing Chang Xin’s confusion, Yan Linglong took the initiative and sincerely recounted the whole story.
As she listened, Chang Xin’s tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed. With Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi as witnesses, her credibility was much higher.
But soon, her just-relaxed brow furrowed again, because she heard the news of Elder Mei Shengchi’s death.
Hearing this, Chang Xin looked up in disbelief and asked, “Daoist Yan, you mean to say that Cliff Master Mei, in order to save you, betrayed her sect on the spot, fought with the people of the Bright Snow Sect and the Mengling Immortal Manor, and died in battle?”
Yan Linglong sobbed and said, “Exactly.”
“That’s what happened,” Chang Xin tightly clutched the corner of her plain-colored skirt, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force, her knuckles protruding. Her heartbeat was also as rapid as a drumbeat, thumping in her chest, the violent pounding seeming to be about to burst through her eardrums.
After she finished, she even glanced at the three people standing next to her.
Although Master Yu Lingzi had allowed the three of them to come in, the three of them seemed even more sad and could not even speak clearly.
Even though Chang Xin was not a personal witness, the heavy responsibility of summarizing fell on her.
Unlike Chang Xin’s nervousness, Yu Lingzi was holding a bottle of immortal dew, her expression calm and unruffled, not at all surprised by what Chang Xin had said, as if she had expected it.
She held the bottle of immortal dew and walked to the patch of immortal flowers at the foot of the steps. A light breeze from nowhere gently brushed past, lifting the corner of her moon-white long robe, her sleeves fluttering, as if she were about to dance with the fragrance of the garden.
The bottle of immortal dew was held steadily in her hand, the bottle emitting a soft and gentle halo. She held it and carefully watered every drop of immortal dew into the colorful and magnificent immortal flowers.
Yu Lingzi’s hand steadily controlled the angle of the bottle, ensuring that every immortal flower could evenly enjoy the moisture of the immortal dew.
Her expression was focused and serious, and a faint smile always lingered on her lips.
Her calm attitude finally confused Chang Xin.
Chang Xin gathered her courage and said, “Master, what your disciple just said, you…”
But Yu Lingzi raised a long finger and put it to her lips, signaling Chang Xin to be silent, and then said, “I know. Cliff Master Mei has passed away… this is truly a regrettable piece of news.”
At this moment, Yan Linglong was also clutching the corner of her plain white clothes, her heart pounding like a drum. She thought for a moment and also said, “Immortal Venerable, Cliff Master Mei died to save me. I later also learned that she-she also took my childhood friend with her.”
At the mention of the words “childhood friend,” Yan Linglong’s heart couldn’t help but tighten.
So that day when she had met Su Jianqing, it had been their last meeting.
Even though the two of them had grown up as childhood friends and had even promised each other to always be with each other, in the end, it was Jianqing who had abandoned her first.
Yes, it was Su Jianqing who had abandoned her first. On this point, Yan Linglong was absolutely sure.
Yu Lingzi, who had just been concentrating on watering the flowers, finally showed some interest when she heard this and turned her head to ask, “Your childhood friend, is her name Su Jianqing?”
Yan Linglong nodded like she was pounding garlic.
Yu Lingzi smiled lightly. “Oh, the eldest young lady of the Su family, so she’s gone just like that. Cliff Master Mei’s actions were really on point.”
The people of the Mengling Immortal Manor had no bottom line to begin with. Now that an important person had died, who would they seek revenge on next?
It was unknown.
“But since she is a person of the Mengling Immortal Manor… she must also bear some sin,” Yu Lingzi’s tone was slow. “At least from your narration just now, Su Jianqing’s death was not in vain,” with that, she even glanced at Yan Linglong. “I say so, as her childhood friend, you won’t have any problem with it, will you?”
Yan Linglong shook her head, and as if to clarify herself, she recounted the dispute between her and Su Jianqing that day.
“Actually, from beginning to end, it was just my own wishful thinking. In Jianqing’s heart, there was never me,” Yan Linglong smiled bitterly. “From beginning to end, her being with me was just for me to enter the Bright Snow Sect and be her spy.”
“She never cared about my feelings.”
Even though she had seen through Su Jianqing, now with the distance of the river of life and death, the kindness and resentment had all become blurred and indistinct.
But the words, Yan Linglong had to give Yu Lingzi an account.
As if hearing a satisfactory answer, Yu Lingzi nodded lightly. “Alright, hearing you say so, my heart is finally at ease.”
Since they had come to their sect, they naturally had to show some sincerity.
However, the important point was not this.
Yu Lingzi continued the previous topic, “The people of Mengling have committed many evils. Even if they had several lives, it would not be enough to die.”
Even though she was speaking softly, her words were powerful, as if they carried the force of a thousand jun. Every word was wrapped in a thick anger, and her eyes, which were usually as calm as water, were now burning with two clusters of angry flames.
Hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across everyone’s faces, especially Chang Xin’s. She had followed her Master for so many years and had never heard her say such a thing—such a thing filled with righteous indignation, judging who should die and who should live.
In her impression, her Master had always been that calm and detached immortal who dealt with everything with a peaceful mindset. Even in the face of the greatest disputes, she would always first think of how to mediate and ensure the stability of Yanqiu.
Just as the other immortal sects and hundred families had evaluated, the people of Yanqiu, because of their small numbers, had always prioritized self-preservation in their establishment and sect.
Chang Xin had not been surprised for long before Yu Lingzi’s tone changed again, and she said, “It was really hard on Cliff Master Mei. To be able to give those ill-intentioned people of the Mengling Immortal Manor a ‘small’ punishment before completely disintegrating Chongji.”
At this point, Yu Lingzi began to talk to herself again, “Perhaps, we won’t even have to wait until that day.”
Everyone present was confused and did not understand the deep meaning of Yu Lingzi’s words.
Lan Xu was Yu Lingzi’s adopted daughter, and their relationship was closer, so she gathered her courage and asked, “Master, what do you mean by that? Did the people of the Mengling Immortal Manor do something else outrageous? How can we deal with Chongji?”
Hearing this, everyone’s heart tightened, and they all turned their gazes to Yu Lingzi, waiting for her to answer. It should be known that an existence like Chongji was, to them, like a distant legend that could blot out the sun. Although she had been sealed in the depths of the long river of time, her terrifying residual power had never dissipated:
Chongji was one of the ten ancient gods and had long been sealed by the other gods. The chaos in the world today was actually caused by her—in ancient times, she had possessed the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. Her divine power was vast and boundless, and the entire world was just a plaything in her hands.
It was rumored that with a single thought, she could shatter mountains and rivers, crack the earth, and make the oceans pour backwards. The surging seawater could instantly submerge countless cities, and living beings would struggle and wail in the monstrous waves, but they could not escape their fate of being destroyed; wherever her gaze fell, even towering mountains would collapse like fragile sand sculptures, and the dust that was raised would cover the sun and the sky, and would not dissipate for a long time, plunging the world into endless darkness and chaos; as for the lush forests, with just a gentle wave of her hand, she could ignite a raging fire, and the fire would spread for thousands of miles. Wherever it passed, everything would be turned to ashes, and there would be no more life on the scorched earth.
If not for the combined efforts of the gods to seal her, there would be no peace in this world.
What was very frightening was that to this day, they did not know where Chongji was, controlling the world’s situation.
“Where is she?” Yu Lingzi repeated with a deep meaning. “She is waiting for the day of her resurrection.”
“As for the Mengling Immortal Manor, it is truly short-sighted. I just don’t know if the death of Su Jianqing will make these people completely black-hearted and have some impact,” Yu Lingzi sighed softly. “Han Xiao is that Chongji’s apostle. The Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation has now been activated nine times.”
Everyone held their breath and patiently listened to Yu Lingzi continue.
The Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation, it sounded so rich in good meaning, as if it were an auspicious formation that could bring life and hope to this world. Just by saying the name, one would unconsciously associate it with the recovery of all things, the beautiful scene of a dead tree coming back to life. But in reality, it was a vicious formation to resurrect a demon god.
“This Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation, every time it is activated, it requires countless living beings as sacrifices. Those innocent lives, whether they are ordinary people or cultivators who are still cultivating in the immortal sects, even demons are no exception—as long as they are caught in it, there is no possibility of escape. It is said that at the eye of the formation, there is a giant python that devours people. It spreads out quietly, and wherever it goes, the breath of life is drawn out bit by bit. People’s souls are as if they are imprisoned by an invisible shackle, and they can only, in fear and despair, watch as their life force is continuously poured into that evil formation, becoming the nourishment to help the demon god Chongji resurrect.”
Everyone gasped when they heard this.
“Nine times, it’s been activated nine times. Then how many formations are needed for Chongji to be resurrected?” someone asked with a trembling voice.
Yu Lingzi looked up, her eyes not looking at anyone in the great hall, but at the unpredictable star map on the dome, and finally she said slowly:
“Nuwa’s intestines, scattered on the earth, transformed into ten gods.”