Chapter 525: The Madam’s Ruthlessness, A Venomous Daughter
Young Master Jingchen set out for Resentful Woman Island.
That single sentence stirred up waves like a storm at sea.
The cultivators of Myriad Yin Sect present were all visibly shocked when they heard it.
At first it might not seem like anything alarming, but everyone knew that Madam Jin’s beloved daughter, Wang Sutai, was currently cultivating on Resentful Woman Island.
Just now, Madam Jin had declared she would obey the sect master’s command, letting Young Master Jingchen break off the engagement and having Wei Tu instead marry the Seventh Miss, Wang Sutai.
And now, Young Master Jingchen suddenly left for Resentful Woman Island…
If one said there was no connection between these two events, few would believe it.
After all, everyone knew the relationship between Young Master Jingchen and the Seventh Miss Wang Sutai was always poor. It was very unlikely they would meet suddenly.
Naturally, Madam Jin thought of this as well.
Her cold gaze swept over the senior members of Myriad Yin Sect seated in the hall, her expression turning frosty.
“Who tipped that bastard Jingchen off?”
A sharp killing intent flickered deep in her eyes as her tone grew chilling.
“Madam, it wasn’t us!”
The sect’s senior members shrank back in fear, shaking their heads like rattles, trying to clear themselves.
Beyond being the sect master’s wife, Madam Jin was also a mid Nascent Soul cultivator of high standing. Her power alone was not something they could endure.
The cultivators then turned their eyes toward another figure seated just below Madam Jin, as if begging him to speak on their behalf.
The man was nine feet tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in plain white martial robes, a blade hanging at his waist. He looked like a middle-aged mortal swordsman.
Though seated lower than Madam Jin, his size and bearing made him appear almost her equal.
When he felt the gazes turn toward him, the middle-aged swordsman raised his heavy brows slightly, showing his displeasure at Madam Jin’s suspicion of the others.
“Vice Sect Master of Myriad Yin Sect—Duan Changjing!”
Wei Tu’s eyes flickered as he recalled the information he had on this man.
Duan Changjing was, alongside Madam Jin, the other mid Nascent Soul powerhouse of the sect.
He was also someone Ancestor Chìlóng had warned him to be especially wary of.
Duan Changjing was once the chief disciple of the previous sect master, making him Ancestor Chìlóng’s senior brother.
By right, after the previous master’s passing, Duan Changjing should have become the next sect master.
But Ancestor Chìlóng had played a trick, marrying the former sect master’s daughter and making her his first Dao partner. With that position secured, and his cultivation soaring afterwards, even Duan Changjing had to suppress his resentment and obey Ancestor Chìlóng’s commands.
But that only held while Ancestor Chìlóng was alive and strong.
Now, nearly 500 years had passed. With such a long gap, Ancestor Chìlóng could not be sure if his senior brother would still submit.
‘Interesting… I wonder if this is Madam Jin playing the victim, or if Duan Changjing deliberately schemed to block Ancestor Chìlóng’s return.’
Wei Tu sneered inwardly, his face calm but eyes full of cold amusement as he watched.
A woman’s words are lies.
If Madam Jin had been the Dao partner of a righteous sect master, perhaps he would trust her a little. But she wasn’t.
Beyond her title as his “teacher’s wife,” Madam Jin was nothing but a demonic cultivator.
When she kept pressing him for Ancestor Chìlóng’s location, Wei Tu’s mistrust only grew stronger.
If she truly cared for her Dao partner, she would never repeatedly ask about such a sensitive matter.
The fewer people who knew of Ancestor Chìlóng’s whereabouts, the safer he would be.
Even if Madam Jin was truly worried, she should have asked him privately, not in front of the sect’s higher-ups. By doing so, she had placed both him and Myriad Yin Sect under needless pressure.
Of course, maybe this was Wei Tu being overly suspicious, and Madam Jin had simply slipped.
But he refused to believe that someone who had ruled Myriad Yin Sect for centuries could make such a foolish mistake.
To Wei Tu, there was only one explanation—Madam Jin had already grown disloyal.
Husband and wife are like birds of the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly apart.
And Ancestor Chìlóng had been gone for nearly 500 years. That was already one-third of Madam Jin’s lifespan.
Still… this had nothing to do with Wei Tu.
He didn’t have time to care about such matters.
His goals in coming to Myriad Yin Sect were only two:
1. Kill Qi Chengchu.
2. Obtain the Soul-Refining Banner, a weapon on par with a top-grade fourth-rank artifact.
…
When Duan Changjing’s face showed displeasure, Madam Jin frowned slightly. She almost swallowed her anger as usual to avoid stirring conflict.
But then she remembered—things were different now.
She once again had Ancestor Chìlóng backing her.
She no longer needed to fear Duan Changjing.
“Senior Brother Duan, are you accusing me of favoring Young Master Jingchen? Of trying to ruin this marriage and harm Fellow Daoist Fu?”
Madam Jin sneered, her words sharp and cutting.
Duan Changjing, however, did not flare up. Centuries of cultivation had tempered his heart to still waters.
“I’m not doubting you, Madam. But among those here, only you and I are mid Nascent Soul. If someone sent word to him, it couldn’t have escaped our notice.
“And I, Duan, have never held Young Master Jingchen in any regard.”
Duan Changjing gave a faint smile.
“Maybe I didn’t like him before, but that may not be true anymore.”
Madam Jin snorted coldly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
When her words fell, the cultivators of Myriad Yin Sect outwardly stood by Duan Changjing, since he had spoken up for them. But in their hearts, they couldn’t help but secretly agree with Madam Jin.
Before, the reason Duan Changjing looked down on Young Master Jingchen was simply that he didn’t want him, as Ancestor Chìlóng’s son-in-law, to inherit the position of sect master.
Now, with Wei Tu here, he no longer had to hate Young Master Jingchen.
On the contrary, befriending him at this moment and tipping him off about the marriage snatching would be far more useful.
The murkier the waters, the easier for someone like Duan Changjing—who was not of the direct bloodline of the sect master—to fish in troubled waters.
“Fu’er, follow me quickly to Resentful Woman Island. We must stop that wretch Jingchen,” Madam Jin said after the argument ended, her tone urgent as she turned to Wei Tu.
“Stop him?”
Wei Tu raised his brows slightly, realizing at once that Madam Jin was trying to test him. Whether this was her taking advantage of the situation or something she had planned from the start, he couldn’t be sure.
If it was the latter, then the one who leaked the information was none other than Madam Jin herself.
But as someone of the same realm, Wei Tu wasn’t afraid of her scheming. He feigned surprise, glanced at Madam Jin, then quickly nodded, agreeing to go with her to stop Young Master Jingchen.
…
Seeing Wei Tu agree, Madam Jin wasted no time. She flicked her jade sleeve, transforming into a streak of dazzling blood light that shot out of the hall toward Resentful Woman Island.
Almost at the same instant, Wei Tu followed closely behind.
But—
What surprised Madam Jin was that Wei Tu’s escape speed was actually faster than hers by a third, and in just a short time, he had pulled far ahead.
“That dead man’s Curse Ghost Blood Escape?”
In a flash, Madam Jin recognized the escape technique Wei Tu was using.
Not only that, she could see that his mastery of Curse Ghost Blood Escape had reached the second layer of Perfection, surpassing the speed of most mid Nascent Soul cultivators.
“No wonder that old ghost accepted this boy as his disciple. His comprehension really is extraordinary,” Madam Jin thought, secretly startled.
As Ancestor Chìlóng’s Dao partner, she too had learned the Curse Ghost Blood Escape Grand Method. But after hundreds of years of study, she had only managed to reach the first layer, just the beginner stage.
‘This boy is a new Nascent Soul cultivator. That means he’s probably not even 800 years old yet.’
The thought made her uneasy.
She wasn’t pleased by his talent, because the stronger Wei Tu was, the greater his chance of inheriting the sect master’s position.
From her understanding of Ancestor Chìlóng, unless he was gravely injured and unable to move, there was no way he would stay away from the sect for nearly 500 years.
In other words, by her guess, there was a good chance Ancestor Chìlóng had already perished.
And if that were true, she certainly wouldn’t hand over his treasures to someone else.
“There’s another possibility—that this so-called Fellow Daoist Fu is actually the old ghost himself, reborn in another body.”
“After all, that old ghost once borrowed the Blood God Sect’s Reverse Spirit Blood Exchange Art to create the Blood Puppet Rebirth Technique.”
Her eyes grew colder.
Before, she hadn’t been sure of this suspicion. It was only one of many possibilities in her mind.
But now, seeing Wei Tu’s mastery of Curse Ghost Blood Escape, her doubts grew stronger.
As for the idea of a father marrying his daughter?
She thought that was just a ploy by Ancestor Chìlóng to cover up his true identity.
‘I’ll let Sutai test him. I don’t believe that old ghost could cross that line and commit incest with his own daughter.’
With that thought, Madam Jin deliberately slowed her speed, letting Wei Tu pull farther and farther ahead.
The reason she had asked him to go with her to stop Young Master Jingchen was exactly to test his foundation.
Now that his secret had been exposed because of his eagerness to protect her daughter, she no longer needed to rush.
Besides, the later she arrived, the greater the conflict between Wei Tu and Young Master Jingchen would grow, making the situation even more favorable to her.
…
While Wei Tu rushed ahead, on Resentful Woman Island, Qi Chengchu had already stepped down from his carriage and landed outside Wang Sutai’s cave dwelling.
“Seventh Miss, it’s me.”
He stood at the entrance with a gentle smile, cupped his hands in greeting, and transmitted his voice inside.
At the same time, his mind went over all the information he had collected on Wang Sutai, Ancestor Chìlóng’s seventh daughter.
After all, he wasn’t here to kidnap or harm her. He intended to use her as a pawn to deal with Madam Jin.
Through her, he wanted to lure Madam Jin out of Myriad Yin Sect.
So naturally, he needed to know her character thoroughly in order to manipulate her successfully.
Wang Sutai, though the seventh daughter of Ancestor Chìlóng, had been the most cherished child of her father and of the entire sect since birth.
The reason was simple—she was born with a spiritual body root.
She was one of Ancestor Chìlóng’s rare “successful creations,” unlike his many other children before her.
In more than 500 years, her cultivation had reached the peak of Golden Core, only one step away from breaking through to Nascent Soul.
Because of this, when she learned she was to be used as a pawn in a political marriage, she resisted it strongly.
In Wang Sutai’s eyes, she was fully capable of relying on herself to reach the Nascent Soul realm, inherit Myriad Yin Sect’s foundation, and become sect master. She had no need to depend on Young Master Jingchen.
“Becoming sect master of Myriad Yin Sect isn’t nearly as easy as this girl thinks.”
Qi Chengchu sneered.
As someone who had once been leader of the Loose Immortal Alliance, he knew well that cultivation realm alone was not enough to be the head of a sect.
The truth was, Myriad Yin Sect as a whole didn’t want Ancestor Chìlóng’s bloodline to monopolize the position of sect master forever.
So her identity was in fact her greatest disadvantage. Unless she could break through to late Nascent Soul and overwhelm every rival, she’d never touch the sect master’s seat.
As for him, “Young Master Jingchen,” he might look like he was only competing with the backing of being Ancestor Chìlóng’s son-in-law, but the real reason was that he was the most promising Nascent Soul cultivator produced within the sect’s master-disciple system.
“Marrying you is nothing more than a nice decoration on my path to becoming sect master.”
Entering the cave, Qi Chengchu laid out the reasoning, explaining why Madam Jin was so determined to have her wed him.
“Jingchen, you didn’t come to my cave just to say this, did you?”
Inside the hall on Resentful Woman Island, Wang Sutai sat on a brocaded seat behind a curtain of pearls. Her voice was cold, her aura sharp and oppressive like a drawn blade.
At that moment, it felt as if Qi Chengchu was a mere Golden Core cultivator and she the lofty Nascent Soul ancestor.
Qi Chengchu lifted his gaze slightly, peering through the curtain. There sat a young maiden, veiled, her beauty laced with a trace of chill and cruelty.
After a pause, he nodded and said, “Of course not. There is something far more important.”
He then told her about Wei Tu holding the sect master’s token and the marriage snatching.
“Seventh Miss, you may refuse me. But your father’s command—can you refuse that?”
He left the question hanging, waiting for her reply. What he didn’t expect was that Wang Sutai immediately guessed part of his intent.
Her sharpness caught even the former leader of the Loose Immortal Alliance off guard.
“You want to cooperate with me?” Wang Sutai’s voice carried mocking undertones.
Qi Chengchu felt himself pushed into a weaker position. Against a clever woman, all his subtle provocations were worthless. She cared only about the real interests, not trivial words.
But he pressed on. He didn’t believe she could remain that coldly rational.
“Does Seventh Miss really mean to just sit back and let this Fellow Daoist Fu marry you? A man you’ve never even seen once. Doesn’t your father’s disregard for your will make you furious? This goes completely against your own plans.”
He spoke smoothly, trying to fan her anger.
“Oh.” Wang Sutai gave only a single nod and a flat reply.
The word hit Qi Chengchu like a hammer to cotton. All his forceful rhetoric dissolved into nothing.
“What does Seventh Miss intend to do then?”
He cut straight to the point.
“Simple. Kill this Fellow Daoist Fu.”
A flash of killing intent passed between Wang Sutai’s brows as she delivered the answer that stunned him.
“You… you’ve reached Nascent Soul?”
Qi Chengchu’s pupils shrank. He swallowed hard, almost unable to believe it.
If such words had come from a Golden Core cultivator, he’d have laughed them off. But he knew she wasn’t raving. The only explanation was that she truly had the strength to face Wei Tu—that she had already broken through.
And this truth was harder for him to accept than if she had simply lost her mind.
After all—
He, Qi Chengchu, a so-called favored son of heaven, had already grasped fourth-rank mastery in formations at Golden Core, even creating a high-grade array like the Stealing Heaven Transforming Yuan Formation.
Yet when the moment came, he had failed to break through to Nascent Soul by his own effort. He had been forced to rely on Ancestor Tianxie’s Five Elements Infant to break through by an outside path.
And now Wang Sutai, a junior he once thought he could toy with, had actually succeeded in becoming Nascent Soul. How could he possibly accept that?
Wang Sutai, however, couldn’t see the turmoil in his heart. No matter how she thought about it, she’d never imagine that the “Young Master Jingchen” before her was a fake Nascent Soul cultivator.
She gave a slight nod, confirming his suspicion.
“I reached Nascent Soul not long after your own breakthrough.”
She added coldly, “Now, the only way to resolve this is for me to personally kill Fellow Daoist Fu. No matter what, my father won’t act against his own daughter. If I kill Fu, it proves I’m stronger than him. Then I’ll have real grounds to inherit the position of sect master.”
Qi Chengchu was stunned, but he had to admit there was logic in her plan.
In the demonic path, there weren’t so many rules and restrictions as the righteous sects. Internal killing was common.
If the strong won, the “master” would only be more satisfied.
And Wang Sutai, unlike Wei Tu, had blood ties to Ancestor Chìlóng.
“She’s just too extreme…”
Qi Chengchu drew in a deep breath. He had to admit, he had underestimated Wang Sutai before.
At the same time, he felt relieved. Better to see her true nature now than to realize it too late—after marriage, when regret would be useless.