Villainous Undercover (18)
Song Xuyi was stunned for a moment.
She had thought that Lu Dun had practiced evil techniques and that’s why he targeted Third Senior Brother, and she also knew that Lu Dun’s methods of becoming the leader of Taiji Sect weren’t very honorable. She even felt uneasy because she had brought Fu Xiyu out, causing Lu Dun to target others…
However, during this period, there were few cases of women disappearing in the jianghu, so Song Xuyi’s heart had slightly relaxed, but she never thought that she had worried in the wrong direction: Lu Dun’s sexual orientation might be towards men.
Thinking of the many men who had recently disappeared in the jianghu and the traces of the Demon Sect found at the scenes…
Song Xuyi didn’t know whether she should be shocked that Lu Dun was a member of the Demon Sect or shocked by Lu Dun’s sexual orientation.
But in fact, there had been signs of Lu Dun’s sexual orientation early on, his unusually intimate behavior towards his male disciples and the neglect of his female disciples…
For a moment, Song Xuyi was completely stunned on the spot, her fingers holding Fu Xiyu’s pulse couldn’t help but tremble: although she knew she shouldn’t feel guilty about Lu Dun’s evil deeds, when she thought about how it was because she had brought out Fu Xiyu that so many people had fallen victim to Lu Dun’s poisonous hands, Song Xuyi felt incredibly distressed…
Perhaps because she had always grown up in a righteous environment, she didn’t think of things in a base direction when encountering situations, and had never imagined that a person could be so vile to that extent.
“Third Senior Brother from back then was also killed by him,” Fu Xiyu, seeing Song Xuyi’s reaction, had a trace of reluctance flash through her eyes, but she felt that since she had started speaking, she must make Xuyi realize the danger of Lu Dun and not generate thoughts of opposing Lu Dun, so she continued to speak.
The task of opposing Lu Dun and dealing with the tiger was something she should do herself, there was no need to cause Xuyi unnecessary worry—for herself, who possessed Lu Dun’s base bloodline, the greatest use to this world was to drag Lu Dun and the filthy Demon Sect down to endless hell together.
“He keeps several junior disciples because their features somewhat resemble Mo Wen, whom he once admired. And the reason he killed Third Senior Brother was because Third Senior Brother had a woman he liked, which Lu Dun saw as a betrayal he couldn’t tolerate.”
“Xuyi,” Fu Xiyu pressed her lips together, her cold fingers gripping Song Xuyi’s wrist, mustering courage to meet Song Xuyi’s eyes: “Master is far more dangerous than you imagine. I know you’re so clever that you’ve surely realized my condition is inextricably linked to Master. You feel sorry for me and want to help me break free from these shackles. Senior Sister appreciates your intentions, but all of this is really too dangerous. I don’t want you to get involved in it anymore—”
Having said all this, Xuyi should understand the gravity of the situation, right?
Seeing the stunned look in Song Xuyi’s eyes, Fu Xiyu lowered her gaze once again. She could no longer look directly into Xuyi’s eyes with ease. Last night, Xuyi was not in her right mind, and she had completely taken advantage of the situation. But she desperately realized that she indeed had Lu Dun’s filthy blood flowing through her: she was too base to tell Xuyi that everything last night wasn’t a dream, afraid of being despised by Xuyi, deliberately not leaving any marks, seeing Xuyi’s infatuation and satisfaction because of her, she actually sinfully experienced unprecedented happiness… She was indeed utterly terrible!
Fu Xiyu once again fell into self-abandonment, not daring to look at Song Xuyi’s expression. However, she didn’t know that after she finished speaking, Song Xuyi’s eyes had brightened.
At first, Song Xuyi was indeed extremely alarmed by Lu Dun’s true face, but immediately after, a sense of elation arose in Song Xuyi’s heart: For the past two years, Song Xuyi had been trying to break through Fu Xiyu’s emotional defenses to get her to open up, but had never succeeded. Song Xuyi had originally planned to take the initiative and speak plainly, but unexpectedly, Fu Xiyu revealed everything at this moment—
It seemed that the efforts of these two years had not been in vain.
Song Xuyi took a deep breath to calm her inner excitement, and in turn, grasped Fu Xiyu’s wrist to focus on taking her pulse. To Song Xuyi’s surprise, Fu Xiyu was not lying; this time, Fu Xiyu’s pulse was much better than before—
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But this wasn’t necessarily good news.
Although Fu Xiyu’s internal energy was not as chaotic as before, perhaps Fu Xiyu had endured other torments that couldn’t be spoken of to outsiders, which was why she suddenly opened up to her.
But regardless of the reason, as long as Fu Xiyu had opened up, she had enough justification to accompany her in dealing with Lu Dun.
Song Xuyi’s eyes curved into a smile.
After finishing taking the pulse, Song Xuyi held Fu Xiyu’s hand.
“Senior Sister,” Song Xuyi told a small lie: “I never imagined Lu Dun could be so evil, and I certainly didn’t think you had suffered so much—”
“But don’t be afraid!” Meeting Fu Xiyu’s eyes as they lifted in astonishment, Song Xuyi’s face broke into a smile: “I won’t be afraid either. Let’s think of a way to deal with Lu Dun together!”
For a moment, Fu Xiyu thought she was hearing things.
However, what she saw before her was still Xuyi’s warm smile, and there wasn’t a trace of the fear Fu Xiyu had imagined in Xuyi’s eyes…
Warmth gradually spread from the hand held by Song Xuyi to her heart. Fu Xiyu felt her entire heart heating up, beating rapidly. Her throat moved, wanting to tell Song Xuyi that this matter was really too dangerous, that she already had a plan, that Xuyi only needed to stay away from Lu Dun and didn’t need to get involved. But before she could, Song Xuyi seemed to know what she wanted to say and covered her lips with her hand—
“Senior Sister,” the little girl Fu Xiyu had watched grow up now had an expression on her face that looked more serious than ever before: “I’m not little anymore. I know you want to protect me, but I’ve grown up—”
“Senior Sister, I want to protect you too! Moreover, Lu Dun seems to be the leader of the Demon Sect. The annihilation of my family might have been ordered by Lu Dun as well!”
“Senior Sister,” Song Xuyi leaned even closer to Fu Xiyu’s ear: “I’ll tell you a secret too—I have a map of the Demon Sect…”
What more could be said? Fu Xiyu had never imagined that Xuyi would even tell her this secret.
And in that moment, Fu Xiyu understood the reason for Xuyi’s wariness towards her when she was young: Xuyi must have been carrying the map then, distrusting everything in the outside world, which was why she was unwilling to get close to her…
And how could she, with the dirty blood of Xuyi’s family’s murderer flowing through her veins, deserve this trust?
But Fu Xiyu couldn’t say everything: knowing that she was Lu Dun’s child would surely hurt Xuyi, and Fu Xiyu couldn’t bear to see Xuyi’s eyes filled with disgust.
Warmth rushed to her eyes, and Fu Xiyu hurriedly lowered her head, but she could no longer utter words of refusal—
Was this the happiest moment of her life? Even if she were to die at this instant, she would be willing.
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Thinking this in her heart, Fu Xiyu felt an unprecedented will to live ignite within her: she couldn’t die yet. Lu Dun had already noticed Xuyi, so she had to stay alive. At the very least, to kill everyone in the world who harbored evil intentions towards Xuyi!
Song Xuyi mentioned the map only to alleviate Fu Xiyu’s pressure, to prevent her from sacrificing herself like before by joining the Demon Sect.
And clearly, Song Xuyi’s move was extremely correct. Fu Xiyu didn’t speak after Song Xuyi offered to help, and in Song Xuyi’s view, silence was a sign of tacit agreement.
What made Song Xuyi even happier was that: this time, Fu Xiyu’s injuries indeed didn’t seem too serious. In just a couple of days, Fu Xiyu’s complexion had improved somewhat.
At this time, news came from the imperial court: the Imperial Envoy whom Song Xuyi had contacted to pass on the information about the Demon Sect’s disturbances to the emperor had been killed!
Although she hadn’t understood it at the time, after learning that Lu Dun was the leader of the Demon Sect, Song Xuyi now comprehended: Lu Dun’s appearance here was definitely not a coincidence.
The Imperial Envoy meeting with trouble at this critical juncture, anyone who thought about it a little would understand that this matter was related to the Demon Sect.
Song Xuyi had never imagined that Lu Dun would be so brazen as to kill an imperial official without hesitation. Although she knew that the death of the Imperial Envoy would further provoke the emperor’s wariness towards the jianghu people in the south, Song Xuyi still felt guilty once again—if she hadn’t contacted the Imperial Envoy to send the news about the Demon Sect’s disturbances, the Imperial Envoy might not have died.
And the reason why Lu Dun hadn’t killed her—
Recalling Lu Dun’s strange expression when facing her one day, and associating it with Fu Xiyu’s behavior of entering Lu Dun’s room that night, Song Xuyi suddenly understood: Fu Xiyu had likely been physically harmed by Lu Dun again because of her.
Moreover, Song Xuyi also associated this with Fu Xiyu going out on the day the Imperial Envoy met with trouble…
Could it be that Fu Xiyu had been coerced again…
Song Xuyi dared not think further, feeling only unbearably distressed in her heart.
Yet on this day, Lu Dun appeared extremely pleased, expressing much satisfaction with Fu Xiyu in his words, and informed Song Xuyi and Fu Xiyu about news from the Southern Commandery, telling them both to rest well.
This further confirmed Song Xuyi’s speculation: Lu Dun’s visit to the capital was likely for the purpose of killing the Imperial Envoy.
Song Xuyi engaged in superficial pleasantries with Lu Dun, and finally excused herself, claiming to feel unwell, and returned to her room. Not long after, Fu Xiyu also entered the room.
“I didn’t kill that Imperial Envoy,” Fu Xiyu sat beside Song Xuyi, appearing silent, but using her inner force to transmit her voice: “He’s alive and well now, recovering in the emperor’s private residence. The emperor deliberately released the news of his death—”
Fu Xiyu didn’t tell Song Xuyi: As a blade in Lu Dun’s hand, Fu Xiyu originally didn’t care about killing anyone, but before taking action, she thought of Song Xuyi’s words of praise for that Imperial Envoy. After some consideration, she ultimately changed her mind and secretly infiltrated the imperial palace.
She hadn’t expected that Xuyi’s strategy would actually work. She had only intended to inform the emperor about the plan to kill the Imperial Envoy, but the emperor kept her and discussed strategies to deal with the Demon Sect together—Fu Xiyu then realized that even before Song Xuyi sent the letter, the emperor had already been paying attention to the chaos in Jiangnan.
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The emperor proposed cooperation with Fu Xiyu: The rest of the Demon Sect was not to be feared, but the emperor was concerned about Lu Dun, who had practiced the Immortal Destruction Calamity. To eradicate the Demonic Sect, someone must be able to restrain Lu Dun.
Fu Xiyu originally wanted to tell the emperor about her plan to sacrifice herself to bring down Lu Dun and the Demon Sect, thinking the emperor needn’t go to such lengths. However, for some reason, Fu Xiyu swallowed her words just as they reached her lips—
Thinking of the emperor’s plan, Fu Xiyu had been somewhat absent-minded. Worried that Xuyi would feel guilty, she told Xuyi about the Imperial Envoy’s whereabouts. Seeing Xuyi’s relief, Fu Xiyu returned to her room to accelerate her cultivation progress: Although the emperor’s plan was a bit slow, it was indeed feasible, provided she could restrain Lu Dun.
Fu Xiyu hadn’t expected that: At midnight, Lu Dun’s voice transmission came from next door again—
“You’ve done well with this matter.”
“Xiyu, in Room Number One, I’ve prepared another grand gift for you…”
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