There’s a Demon Suppression Tower in our sect’s forbidden grounds, where a bunch of vicious demons are imprisoned.
Most of them are war captives from when the demon race attacked the human race.
The tower has nine levels, and the demons are locked up according to their strength.
It’s a great place for training, but our Sect Master is way too protective of the disciples.
Most of them are spoiled and don’t want to go in there to toughen up.
If you want, I can talk to the Sect Master and arrange for you to go in, but you’ll have to convince your Master yourself.
On this point, the Drunken Immortal knew what was up.
She’d seen firsthand how much her little junior martial niece cared about her disciple.
She was sure that if she asked, her junior martial niece wouldn’t even give her the time of day.
If she stuffed Wen Jiayin into the Demon Suppression Tower without her junior martial niece knowing, the Drunken Immortal could already picture herself being chased down with a sword in the future.
“No problem, I can convince my Master!” Wen Jiayin had already figured out how to get along with her Master.
She was confident that as long as she acted cute enough, and as long as it wasn’t too dangerous, her Master would agree.
What did acting cute enough mean? For example, Wen Jiayin would first try sweet-talking, using a voice so sugary it could give you diabetes to beg Xin Yun for permission.
If her Master still refused, she’d move on to more physical tactics—hugs, clinging, that sort of thing.
If that didn’t work, she’d get a little shameless, like refusing to leave Xin Yun’s bed at night.
Every move was a test of Xin Yun’s willpower.
In Wen Jiayin’s words, it was just too sweet—sweet enough to give you a heart attack.
If Xin Yun could resist for more than a day, she wouldn’t have ended up with a heart demon.
So, with no other choice, Xin Yun agreed to let Wen Jiayin train in the Demon Suppression Tower.
The tower was clearly divided by level, and the first floor really wasn’t dangerous at all.
It was perfect for little kids in the Qi Refining stage to get some experience and see how cruel the outside world could be.
The demons in there were cunning and ruthless—they’d pretend to be weak and then ambush you when you let your guard down.
It was nothing like the polite sparring the disciples usually did.
With her own magic weapon on Ah Yin, Xin Yun wasn’t worried about anything happening.
After all, the strongest demon soul in the tower was one she’d personally beheaded.
Nothing could go wrong.
Once Xin Yun agreed, everything was easy.
The Drunken Immortal knew she was in the wrong that day and didn’t dare take credit, so she said it was the Sect Master’s idea.
Her own Martial Uncle dumped the blame on her, and as the junior, the Sect Master could only accept it in silence, no matter how bitter he felt.
But the Sect Master actually agreed with what the Drunken Immortal said.
Unlike the other disciples, as Xin Yun’s only disciple, the Sect Master had already tacitly acknowledged her as the next head of Lingjian Peak—the one who’d shoulder the sect’s future.
His own disciples were either a bit less talented, or the most gifted one wasn’t as steady as Wen Jiayin.
If his own successors didn’t measure up, handing the Sect Master’s position to Lingjian Peak wouldn’t be out of the question.
So it was obvious the Sect Master had high hopes for Wen Jiayin.
When he heard she wanted to go to the Demon Suppression Tower to train, he was genuinely pleased and agreed right away.
With Martial Uncle secretly protecting her, he wasn’t worried about little Jiayin’s safety at all.
What really gave him a headache now was someone from Shangqing Sect, one of the top three sects, who was about to visit.
That Carefree True Lord—he was a notorious flirt, but the problem was he had his eye on his own Junior Martial Sister.
Who was his Junior Martial Sister? A cultivator of the Ruthless Path.
Other than little Jiayin, who could get even a bit of warmth from her? Carefree True Lord was basically running headfirst into an iceberg and wouldn’t turn back even if he cracked his skull.
At first, the Sect Master even felt a little sorry for Carefree True Lord for falling for his Junior Martial Sister, but after being pestered for so long, he just found the guy annoying.
He knew full well she cultivated the Ruthless Path and still wouldn’t give up.
What, did he want her to break her Dao heart? But as a fellow top-three sect, the Sect Master couldn’t just give him the cold shoulder.
For the sake of the relationship between the two sects, he had to put up with it.
If his Junior Martial Sister happened to be in seclusion, Carefree True Lord would leave quickly.
But if she wasn’t, the guy would be a real pain.
Wait, could it be that he already knew his Junior Martial Sister was teaching her disciple and not in seclusion? Maybe he should tell her to go into seclusion for a bit! The Sect Master acted immediately, taking out a paper dove and writing, “Shangqing Sect is coming to visit.
Junior Martial Sister, maybe go into seclusion for some peace and quiet,” before sending it off.
When Xin Yun got the letter, her aura wavered for a moment, the letter in her hand instantly turning to ice shards, and frost spreading over the furniture around her.
Since she’d come back, aside from the occasional harassing messages from that guy, she hadn’t run into him in person.
Xin Yun didn’t know if she could hold back from killing him if they met.
Avoid him? No way.
How could she kill him if she avoided him? Even if she couldn’t kill him inside the sect, she wasn’t about to let him have an easy time.
Xin Yun stared out the window, her whole body radiating danger.
Maybe the male lead had heard Xin Yun wasn’t in seclusion, because he left his sect’s main group and arrived at Jingdao Sect ahead of time.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Sect Master, he tried to head straight for Lingjian Peak, but the Sect Master stopped him, saying the other peak masters would be there soon, and made him sit down.
The Drunken Immortal never bothered with these annoying matters.
Knowing Xin Yun had gone to the main peak, she just grabbed Wen Jiayin from Lingjian Peak and took her to the forbidden grounds, feeling like she was sneaking off with a beast cub.
“Oh right, I forgot to tell you—there’s another disciple going into the Demon Suppression Tower with you.” Halfway there, the Drunken Immortal suddenly remembered and slapped her forehead.
“Who? Do I know them?” Wen Jiayin hadn’t expected to have a companion and wasn’t sure if they’d be reliable.
“It’s the little girl from Yuling Peak.
When I was talking to the Sect Master about this, she happened to be there with the Yuling Peak Master.
As soon as she heard about it, she volunteered to go with you.”
“Chang’an?!” The Yuling Peak Master only had one female disciple, Zhi Chang’an, so it had to be her.
Sure enough, when they reached the entrance to the forbidden grounds, Wen Jiayin saw a familiar figure.
“Jiayin! Long time no see!” As soon as she saw Wen Jiayin, Zhi Chang’an pounced on her like a little animal and gave her a big hug.
Over the years, as her strength grew, Zhi Chang’an had gradually hidden her half-demon features.
The feathers and unusual eyes had all turned back to normal.
Now, her delicate looks were on full display.
Though she was still a young girl, there was already a hint of charm in her eyes and brows.
It was easy to see she’d grow up to be a real beauty.
“I heard from the Yuling Peak folks that you were in seclusion, so I didn’t come looking for you.
Wow, you’ve already reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining? Congrats!” Wen Jiayin sensed that Zhi Chang’an’s aura was about the same as hers and happily congratulated her.
“Ahem, let’s not chat too much.
Let’s go in.” The Drunken Immortal reminded the two excited girls.
“Yes, Martial Uncle.”
The Drunken Immortal tapped a few times, and a small opening appeared in the barrier to the forbidden grounds.
She grabbed each girl by the hand and used a shrinking-the-ground technique.
In the blink of an eye, they were standing in front of a towering, imposing pagoda.
“So this is the Demon Suppression Tower… It’s so tall.”
“We’re really going in there?” Zhi Chang’an looked at the tower, from which countless demon wails could be faintly heard, and couldn’t help feeling a little scared.
“Of course… not.” The Drunken Immortal teased.
“Huh?!” The two girls widened their eyes in unison.
“The demons up there have all been beaten into submission.
They wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you.
The real test is underneath the tower.” The Drunken Immortal pointed below the Demon Suppression Tower.
“There are another nine levels down there, but they’re not called that.
It’s called the Demon Subduing Hall—a place where the truly unkillable demons and mindless monsters corrupted by demonic energy are locked up.”
Wen Jiayin felt like she saw a devilish grin on the Drunken Immortal’s face.
“This is where you’ll really be put to the test.”
The Drunken Immortal had already confiscated all the protective magic items their elders had given them.
Who knew how she did it, but she had everything in her hands now.
Wen Jiayin didn’t know whether to complain.
No wonder this Martial Uncle told her to change into plain clothes—she’d been waiting for her here! Should she be grateful that her Martial Uncle didn’t take her weapons too? “Martial Uncle, I think…”
The difficulty had just gone up a notch, and Wen Jiayin really wanted to protest.
Plus, her Master and Elder Martial Uncle didn’t know about this, right? “I’ve put a demon-subduing spell on both of you.
The demonic energy won’t corrupt you, not even your corpses.”
Wait! Martial Uncle, did you just say something dangerous? But before the two of them could struggle, a huge black hole opened up beneath their feet.
With two screams, they both fell in…
As Wen Jiayin plummeted, she thought she could still hear the Drunken Immortal’s voice.
“Use your spiritual power to cushion your fall! Don’t die as soon as you land! Martial Uncle will save you in time—I’ll make sure you’re still breathing!”
