Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 536 World 946

Ruoshui refuted Jingyue's guess.

Jingyue had just breathed a sigh of relief and hadn't even shown a happy expression when she heard her continue, "However, you are particularly good at divination, which is indeed destined by heaven."

Yinyin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What's the biggest difference between those skilled in divination and those who make infallible predictions? Probably one is that the problem lies with their ancestors, while the other is with the person themselves, and they can't blame others.

If the fact that Qi Tianyuan was chased into the Demon Realm by the First Sect members allowed the Outer Heaven Sect to remain calm, then when the news spread that Qi Tianyuan was the son of the Demon Clan's younger sister, the Outer Heaven Sect truly began to worry.

"Since Junior Brother Tianyuan has the blood relation to the Demon Lord, yet still finds it difficult to take revenge, could it be that his enemy is the Demon Lord himself?"

Yinyin glanced at Jingyue, who had unconsciously revealed the truth again, her expression complicated.

Before they could say anything more, Ruoshui said, "You guard the sect well, I'm going to fetch your junior brother back."

Both Yin Yin and Jing Yue were somewhat surprised by these words.

After all, over the years, the only times Ruoshui could go out were when the sect's grand competition and when her disciples were undergoing tribulations. At other times, Ruoshui was arguably the most homebody in the sect.

"Master," Yinyin asked, "is it about Junior Brother Tianyuan's side...?"

Ruoshui shook her head: "Besides picking him up, I have another matter to attend to."

Ruoshui didn't say anything, and Yinyin and the other two didn't dare to ask in detail. They could only watch their master leave, while they stared at each other in the sect.

"Yinyin," Jingyue said, resting her chin on her hand and shaking her leg listlessly, "don't you find this boring?"

“A little bit,” Yinyin gestured with her hand, indicating a distance about the size of a fingernail, “about this much.”

Jingyue said with some disdain, "If you have it, you have it; if you don't, you don't. How can you calculate such a small amount?"

“Then just pretend I didn’t,” Yin Yin said. “Senior Brother Jingyue, let’s go practice our swordsmanship and stretch our muscles so you won’t be bored.”

Jingyue didn't know what to say for a moment: "Yinyin, aren't you tired of practicing martial arts every day?"

“But what else can I do if I don’t practice?” Yin Yin tilted her head to look at him. “I want to cultivate all the way to the Mahayana stage.”

Jingyue opened her mouth, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "Yinyin, you are really ambitious."

"Don't you think that's living way too long?"

“No,” Yin Yin said. “With family and friends by my side, even a long time will never feel long enough.”

"Before, I didn't really realize how real it was when I was in the sect. But after I went outside, I discovered that everyone in our sect is a genius among geniuses."

"Master is acquainted with Sect Master Shen of the Joyful Union Sect, which means they are probably not far apart in age. Sect Master Shen is currently at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but Master... how dare you underestimate her like this? We have been under Master's tutelage for so many years, and who among us has truly seen through Master's strength?"

"If you don't cultivate diligently, your master will have to bury his child, even if he's an old man with white hair. Are you willing to do that?"

Jingyue naturally shook his head; his master was like a second parent to him.

“That’s right,” Yinyin gave him examples of Xuan Guang and Qi Tianyuan one by one, and finally concluded, “At that time, we will all be serving Master, but you are the only one who loves to slack off and whose soul has returned to nothingness. Don’t you think we should start to intensify our cultivation from now on?”

Jingyue nodded at first like a chick pecking at rice, then suddenly realized something was wrong: "I think I understand now, you're trying to persuade me to cultivate in a roundabout way."

"It's good that you heard it. I was afraid you wouldn't have," Yin Yin said, completely unfazed by being seen through. "Anyway, it's up to you whether you practice or not. If you don't practice properly, what I just said will definitely come true."

Jingyue laughed: "Alright, alright, you've finally learned how to use a perfectly legitimate and open strategy."

Yinyin didn't argue with him about what she already knew; she simply held the sword horizontally and gestured with her chin at him.

Jingyue sighed, finally took out her long-unseen sword, and began sparring with Yinyin.

The sect now only has the two of them, and once they start practicing, no one tells them to stop, so they continue until Jingyue is so tired that she lies on the ground and doesn't want to move anymore.

"Take it one step at a time, take it one step at a time, Yinyin, don't you know what it means to take it slow?"

Yinyin looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but avoided looking at Jingyue: "I was just a little excited because I finally got to practice swordsmanship with you, Senior Brother Jingyue, and I couldn't control myself. I promise you, I'll know my limits next time."

"You want a next time?" Jingyue sat up abruptly, but seeing Yinyin's expectant eyes, he could only reluctantly agree, "Next time, go easy on me."

Jingyue retreated step by step, living under Yinyin's "clutches" for several months.

The advantage, however, is that he can now withstand a few more moves from Yin Yin.

After several months of this, Jingyue finally couldn't take it anymore. She left a letter for Yinyin, saying that she was going to find her master who had not returned for a long time, and then ran away under the cover of night.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was still secretly sending the letter, Yin Yin had already discovered him.

No sooner had he left than Yinyin left good news, packing a bunch of useful little gadgets and following him.

Yinyin didn't follow him for long. Before they even reached the bottom of the mountain, Yinyin deliberately made a noise behind Jingyue, who had stopped.

Jingyue didn't see anyone when she turned around the first time, but when she turned around a second time, she found Yinyin sitting in the tree: "Yinyin? When did you follow me out!"

“I’ve been right behind you all along,” Yinyin jumped down from the tree. “Senior Brother Jingyue, have you decided where you’re going?”

"Does it matter?" Jingyue asked, her voice filled with resentment. "Why did I even come down the mountain in the first place?"

Yinyin pretended not to know: "Didn't you say that you were worried because your master hadn't returned for a long time, so you wanted to go find her?"

The mirror reflects all your pretense on your face, keep pretending.

Yin Yin was already immune to his expression and could pretend she didn't see anything.

"Anyway, I've already come out with them, so Senior Brother Jingyue, just wait for me, we'll travel together."

Jingyue didn't even want to lift her eyelids: "You've already made up your mind, how can I refuse?"

“Refusal is invalid,” Yin Yin said. She took Jing Yue to the capital, went to the palace to meet her aging mother, and then turned back to walk with Jing Yue toward the Demon Realm.

On the way, the two used the mirror to contact Ruoshui and Qi Tianyuan, and knowing that they still needed some time, they slowed down and strolled around as if on a picnic.

When they reached the edge of the Demon Realm and used disguises to enter, they heard that something big had happened there.

"Have you heard? The Lord was assassinated by the son of the newly recognized Princess."

"Really? That's the Demon Lord!"

"The news of the four cities has already spread. Do you think I'd lie to you? But the one who tried to assassinate the Lord didn't fare well either."

"He and the woman who came to help him were both affected by the Lord's forbidden technique, and their deaths and demise were only a matter of time."