The remaining ten beads were engraved with the latter half of the phrase.
“A hundred years of cultivation is not worth a single thought of becoming a demon.”
This was a genuine Demon Pill!
Once swallowed, there would be no turning back.
Bai Wuxie curled up in the pile of trash, the effects of the pill beginning to take hold.
His bones emitted crisp, snapping sounds, and his entire body was wracked with the agony of bone reforging.
His body began to change—a head of white hair overnight, his frame shrinking, becoming delicate and frail.
But the most soul-crushing thing was that the cultivation he had painstakingly trained for twenty years was vanishing.
His power turned into wisps of blue smoke, dissipating with the wind.
Bai Wuxie gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face, but in order to survive, to escape pursuit, and to take revenge, he had to do this.
Because as his body transformed, the wounds on him were gradually healing, expelling all the toxins from his body, and even his severed arm grew back.
This was the effect of the Miraculous Pill that Bai Wuxie had just swallowed.
To gain everything, one must first lose everything.
Abolishing all his cultivation, his life as a cultivator was now completely destroyed.
At the same time, his dignity as a man was ruthlessly stripped away.
The changes in his body finally came to a halt.
Bai Wuxie had shed his old self, now smaller, his cultivation dissipated, hair turned white, and his eyes a strange dual color.
She seemed to have walked through hell and back—her eyes empty, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her expression vacant, blending perfectly into the trash heap.
“Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!”
Suddenly, footsteps echoed at the mouth of the alley, making her nerves instantly tense.
She saw a man and a woman, two black-clad assassins, tracking her down.
They entered the pitch-black alley, Soft Sword with White Hilt gleaming in their hands.
Following the trail of blood on the ground, they easily tracked Bai Wuxie to the trash pile, but the trail ended there.
“Why is it a girl beggar?” The female assassin covered her nose in disgust.
“Hey, sirs… what happened… please don’t hurt me…” Bai Wuxie suddenly put on a masterful act, curling up into a ball and pleading in a small voice.
“How did you get those clothes?” the male assassin asked.
“Ah… this…” Bai Wuxie played dumb, stammering.
“If you don’t want to die, then spit it out!” the female assassin pressed coldly.
“Yes, yes, just now a man passed by here, he gave me his clothes to wear.” Bai Wuxie replied.
“Was he wounded, missing an arm? Which way did he go?” The male assassin continued questioning.
“It was too dark, I didn’t see clearly, but he did seem to be bleeding. I saw him press on himself a few times, and the bleeding stopped.” Bai Wuxie bluffed.
“Which way did he go?” the female assassin demanded.
“Please, sirs, don’t hurt me. He went the way you two came from.” Bai Wuxie continued to bluff.
“Well, well, he actually doubled back.”
The two black-clad assassins exchanged a glance, clearly in sync, but then each moved separately.
The male assassin turned to chase after the target.
The female assassin, however, raised her Soft Sword with White Hilt, intending to stab the little beggar to death.
“Ah!”
Bai Wuxie let out a deliberately miserable scream, hugging her head and kneeling on the ground, shivering and burying her face in the trash.
“What are you doing?” At the critical moment, the male assassin reached out to stop the female assassin, asking in alarm.
“What are you doing? Eliminating witnesses, of course!” the female assassin retorted.
“She doesn’t know who we are. Don’t kill unnecessarily.” the male assassin scolded angrily.
“Hypocrite.” the female assassin muttered sarcastically, but did not insist on killing.
The next moment, the two of them vanished in an instant, continuing their pursuit of the target.
Bai Wuxie lifted her face from the trash, her expression no longer the least bit weak, but instead incomparably cold and stern.
Her previous tone and demeanor had all been an act, all feigned weakness for the sake of survival.
Once the assassins had run far away, Bai Wuxie got up and fled in the opposite direction.
She ran all night, not daring to stop, escaping straight out of Dacheng Town and into the outskirts, where she collapsed beneath a Pine Tree.
But in the end, the outcome was good—she had successfully shaken off her fellow disciples’ pursuit.
“Shaa~ shaa~ shaa~”
At dawn, a carrier pigeon slowly flew to her side.
Bai Wuxie’s hope was instantly rekindled, but she had to think carefully, because if this matter was not handled properly, innocent people could be implicated.
But now, she had lost all her cultivation, didn’t have the strength to truss a chicken, had no money, and no place to stay.
She needed to find a place to settle down first.
The only person she could rely on now was Dong Huiting.
She could only depend on her, but she couldn’t let Dong Huiting know her true identity.
In the end, Bai Wuxie raised her trembling fingers, picked up a brush, wrote off her former self, and fabricated the identity of a younger sister, begging Dong Huiting to save her.
“Child, I’m counting on you.”
She tied the reply to the pigeon’s leg and set it free.
This was the first bloodstained letter Dong Huiting would receive.
Bai Wuxie dragged her filthy, stinking body far from Dacheng Town, waiting for a reply.
Night fell before she finally received a response.
But when she opened the reply, she saw it was not from Dong Huiting, but from Dong Huiting’s master.
Her first Blood Letter was full of flaws, so this reply listed a series of suspicious points.
The Respected Master’s writing was rather polite, asking her to explain each one.
But all of this was within Bai Wuxie’s expectations.
With this ruined body, she couldn’t go far.
She had to find a way to force the Respected Master’s hand, to make her send someone to bring her back.
But she couldn’t risk being killed either—at least she could get a meal out of it.
So, in her second reply, Bai Wuxie deliberately wrote some sharp and caustic words.
In the middle of the night.
A Night Courier Pigeon flew back into the small courtyard of the Sword Sect of Demon Apprehension.
The Respected Master untied the secret letter from the Night Courier Pigeon, glanced over the words inside, and immediately frowned, her expression displeased.
“Master, what did Wuxie say?” Dong Huiting, still tied to the tree, asked.
“The reply is from his younger sister. She says Young Hero Wuxie is already dead, and the letter’s tone is utterly dismissive of our questions, full of disdain. She claims her brother never cared about you, and wants you to know that from now on, all contact is severed. If you don’t want to take her in, then don’t, and if you don’t want to care for her, stop making excuses. She wants you to stop bothering her.” the Respected Master replied.
“Well, everyone’s happy, problem solved.” The Great Dog Deity was overjoyed.
“Looks like even this so-called little sister is scared now, afraid things will get out of hand. But her tone really rubs me the wrong way—clearly they’re the ones lying, yet she acts all pitiful, making it seem like she’s the victim.” Chun snorted coldly.
“All right, Xiaohui, you don’t have to take care of his sister anymore.” The Respected Master smiled.
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Dong Huiting roared in anger, veins bulging, her face unwilling to accept it.
“She said it herself in the letter, and you still don’t believe it?” The Respected Master’s smile faded, and she got up to slap the letter onto Dong Huiting’s face, letting her see for herself.
“Wuxie would never say that about me! I don’t believe it!” Dong Huiting stared at every word in the reply, her eyes wide, pupils shaking, her emotions extremely agitated.
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