The Trash Sect's Ascension - chapter 5

The mist of the Demonic Abyss now spreads far wider than it did when I once lay at the bottom of the cliff.

This means the seal has loosened, and the Demonic Realm has expanded again.

After surviving countless perils, we finally managed to gather the last Two Paths Flower.

When we rushed back to Luo Xia Mountain, there was only one day left before the forty-nine-day deadline.

Master had grown much thinner, his eye sockets deeply sunken.

His talent was mediocre, his cultivation not high. To have endured until today with his heart meridian injured was already a miracle.

I forced myself to stay alert and stuffed the Two Paths Flower into his hand.

I touched him only briefly, not daring to linger.

Venturing deep into the Demonic Abyss always comes at a price.

To make it back in time, the three of us had no time to heal, braving wind and rain, rushing all the way.

Now, with my heart finally at ease, the Demonic Qi I had forcibly suppressed began to stir, trying to invade my Dantian.

Even within the Nine Provinces Continent, the Sword Sect Leader, hailed as the greatest of his era, would not dare underestimate the power of the Demonic Abyss.

The most urgent task was to find a quiet place to purge the Demonic Qi, or my life would be at risk.

I took my Second Junior Sister and Third Junior Brother, tiptoeing as we closed the door.

Through the narrowing gap in the door, I saw the Old Man’s face, ashen and restless in sleep.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if dissatisfied at not having eaten braised chicken.

A hint of gold peeked out from beneath his blue quilt.

It was the leaf of the Two Paths Flower.

Full of vitality, brimming with hope.

With it, the Old Man would live for a very long time.

I smiled.

Master, don’t be angry.

When I return, you can eat whatever you want.

…

I spent seven days and nights helping Second Junior Sister and Third Junior Brother purge the Demonic Qi from their bodies.

Within the Nine Provinces, no one is more experienced than I am.

After all, I was trained from childhood to deal with the Demonic Realm.

With my Junior Brothers and Sisters safe, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.

With a flick of my finger, I activated the Message Talisman sent by Taoist Priest Qiu.

Perhaps the Old Man had waited too long, unable to bring himself to call us home, so he asked his friend to do it instead.

Taoist Priest Qiu’s voice seemed to float in a haze of mist.

Vague and elusive, leaving one confused.

Every word was clear, yet together they made no sense.

What did he mean, Master is dead?

Master had the Two Paths Flower-how could he die?

Taoist Priest Qiu said, Junior Sister stole the Two Paths Flower and went to the Sword Sect, just in time to save Xie Changgeng from Qi Deviation.

Only then did I recall, belatedly, that years ago at the Nine Provinces Sect Competition,

She squeezed into the crowd, her eyes lighting up instantly as she gazed at the Flowing Wind Sword on stage.

I should have realized then that she had fallen for Xie Changgeng at first sight.

Now, for him, she has killed her master and stolen the treasure, betraying the Sunset Glow Sect to join the Sword Sect.

She has fulfilled her ambition to grow stronger and her youthful infatuation.

Master’s life, exchanged for her perfect outcome.

But what did the Old Man do wrong? Why should he be sacrificed for Jiang Li’s wishes?

I still owe him a meal of braised chicken-he had longed for it for so long.

Our last conversation happened before I went to the Demonic Abyss.

At that time, he wiped the blood from his beard haphazardly, smacking his lips: “Eldest Disciple, tonight I want braised chicken.”

Really.

Why was I in such a hurry to go to the Demonic Abyss back then, leaving that half pot of chicken unfinished?