The Naughty Senior Sister
The Truth of the Situ Clan
On the way to the location of their last target, Xia'er who was next to Yan Xu gave a dissatisfied look at the decision he had just made.
Yan Xu had originally let that be, yet this had been too long and he had barely focused on controlling the flying clouds due to Xia'er's overly intrusive gaze.
"If there's something you want to say, you better just say it and there's no need to frown so," said Yan Xu slightly glancing towards Xia'er next to him.
Xia'er who was granted permission to speak, began to voice her disapproval.
"That woman—Qiqi—, why did you suddenly decide to make her a direct disciple?"
As Yan Xu thought, the question straight to the point was indeed one of Xia'er's good characteristics despite being somewhat outspoken. As soon as Xia'er asked with dissatisfaction, he knew that there was something that made Yan Xu even himself interested in Qiqi.
Facing Xia'er's question which went straight to the main point, Yan Xu was still calm and his face showed a faint smile.
"He had a special physique that should have been destroyed long ago along with the clan that was the origin of the special physical owner."
"Do you lift him up out of remorse or atone for sins you did not commit? If he knew half the truth that happened to that clan, do you think he would still look at you just as the First Master of the Wind Peak?— you ... Don't you have to bear the burden that you shouldn't?"
Xia'er gripped the sleeves of Yan Xu's robe tightly, her white porcelain face bowed with a heartbreaking expression.
"Xia'er ..." call Yan Xu gently.
" .... "
Xia'er did not reply and simply stayed in place.
What Xia'er meant was the mysterious loss of the clan that was the origin of the nebula's physical owner. They disappeared mysteriously from world history until now. No one knew what had really happened back then, except for Yan Xu and Xia'er who were both eyewitnesses as well as the person who committed the massacre on that bloody night.
Memories of tens of thousands of years ago began to swirl in Xia'er's mind who could not forget them.
...
Back then, Xia'er was caught in a situation between life and death as members of the old faction stormed his residence when he was about to level up.
Duars!
The explosion occurred from all directions around Xia'er.
Xia'er who heard the explosion woke up from his meditation and got a counterpoint attack because it was disturbed.
"Keugh!"
Demonic qi energy overflowed from all over Xia'er's dantian point, causing him to be in half-dead pain to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Finding Xia'er helpless, one of the old faction higher-ups shot a needle with poison that would make any demon blood that touched her go berserk.
Xia'er was in a weakened state unable to dodge, making him exposed and he subconsciously opened a dimensional portal to escape.
Thump!
Passing through the dimensional portal he created using artifacts, he randomly takes her to a village filled with the physical owner of the nebula.
Nebula village, belonging to the Situ clan.
Lying helplessly on the ground in his black immortal robe covered in blood or dirty sand, it caught the attention of a little girl who was playing around at the time.
The little girl immediately ran over and told her parents what had happened. With the help of the adult women, they took the wounded Xia'er carefully and laid her down in the village clinic.
A beautiful face without blemishes like porcelain that looks like a nightmare, he also muttered the name of someone that the girl had never heard of.
"Yin ... Xu ...."
Xia'er's body was trembling and wet from the cold sweat that was poison from the previous needle. Her body automatically suppressed the poison, but Xia'er would experience tenfold pain and for a while she would have difficulty in protecting herself.
Seeing Xia'er's arm trembling with a frightened face, the little girl held onto her slender arm.
Subconsciously, the little girl channeled her pure qi energy to Xia'er. That still pure qi energy helped ease the pain and suffering of Xia'er who was still fighting the poison in his body. However, there was one gaffe that occurred when the little girl channeled her pure qi energy subconsciously.
The little girl's body started to turn into purple mist. This phenomenon happened because the unconscious Xia'er had absorbed the girl's pure qi energy with both speed and amount exceeding the capacity of a little girl.
Finding someone from their clan suddenly disappear, the elders ran towards where Xia'er was resting. Still, they were too late to do anything.
Xia'er woke up half-conscious with a hunger he could not suppress.
Meanwhile, the two little girl parents who had disappeared were very familiar with the characteristics of pure qi that were around Xia'er.
The mother of the little girl shouted hysterically, "Kyaak! — My son! Di—dia disappeared and turned into a purple mist that was around the girl!"
"What?"
The little girl's father stared at the purple mist around Xia'er which started to disappear in the empty air.
Thump!
The father of the little girl was unable to stand up, she fell to the ground with both of her knees weakened. He could not accept the fact that their daughter was dead in this world.
Verifying that Xia'er had killed one of them, the anger of the Situ clan ignited until they all gathered to kill Xia'er!
Xia'er who was still unable to control herself, restrained her own body then said weakly.
"Ma .. ri ...."
Everyone ignored the warning and flocked to attack Xia'er.
Feeling threatened, Xia'er's body quickly moved and killed anyone who tried to attack her.
The peng!
A terrifying scream came out from the members of the Situ clan who attacked Xia'er. He killed them all mercilessly until the poison in his body ran out of nothing. However, the great sin he had committed back then could not be atoned for just by giving up his own life.
The tragedy of the Situ clan created by himself, made Xia'er want to end his life so that the souls of the people he killed by accident can calm down.
But has it become the right thing to do?
He doesn't care. Xia'er gathered demonic qi energy enveloping Xia'er's arm.
When Xia'er's slender arm almost reached his throat, a large hand belonging to a handsome man stopped his arm.
"Stop, it's not your fault, Xia'er,"
Xia'er's heartless flat voice calmed down the emotions from Xia'er's sense of guilt.
Xia'er's consciousness was beginning to burn out, though, his sight became blurred and the last he saw was the back of a man who burned the entire corpse around him and bore the karmic burden he should have gotten for killing them.