127 - All Eyes Are On The Peasant Family’ Adorable Baby Girl

### Chapter 127: The Seal Inside the tent, there was a sudden silence. The quiet was suffocating, making everyone's thoughts gradually surface. Unable to hold back any longer, Le Xian urged Shen Su, "Chief, is there something you want to tell us?" Among the four major demon clans, only Hu Sanbai had briefly recovered some spiritual sense. Of all of them, only Hu Sanbai seemed willing to delay here. Since arriving, Gui Cang, Wu Xiu, and Le Xian had looked deeply troubled—not out of defiance towards Shen Su's orders, but weighed down by their own worries. Shen Su did not hide anything from them. She pointed to Bai Yu and Shui Ning. "They are also spirit roots." The new spirit roots were different from the old ones. Not only did they lack complete stories, but most of them had interacted with Yu Mu Han just once or twice and were entirely smitten. Now, as they looked at the sober old spirit roots who weren't enraptured with Yu Mu Han, they felt a flood of mixed emotions. Le Xian was fuming with anger. She stood still, but in an instant, the entire tent was filled with her silvery spider silk. The threads kept spreading, forming various strange and ancient patterns. Tiny glowing points bounced off the silk, creating beautiful, dangerous light patterns. Black spider legs slowly emerged from her body, transforming her lower half into that of a spider while her upper half remained humanoid. All eight of her eyes opened, blood mist swirling within them. "If we're all in the same game, why are they different from Yan Xiao?" Le Xian's voice was hoarse as she questioned Gui Cang and Shen Su, standing up for Yan Xiao. Gui Cang sighed deeply, as if he had a thousand things to say but could only muster one sentence. "This is fate. When I calculated Xian Er's fate, I asked the same question as you. But if fate were fair, there wouldn't be distinctions like chief or elder amongst us, nor would anyone need another's protection." "Le Xian, let me be honest with you: if I hadn't calculated that our chief is a variable, I would have accepted my fate alongside Xian Er." No wonder the original Gui Cang in the story did not persuade Zhu Xian Er. The current Gui Cang was trying to change the fate of each spirit root along with the rest. It wasn't that Gui Cang had changed; it was Shen Su's appearance that gave him hope. Given the chance to live, no one wants to die. After Gui Cang finished speaking, Le Xian looked at Shen Su, waiting for her to speak. Shen Su did not disappoint her. "Le Xian, put away your spider silk. To escape this situation, your hatred should be directed at fate, not at the women equally trapped by it." Le Xian was silent for a moment. She remained motionless, as did Shen Su. Shen Su continued to stare at her sternly, without flinching from her blood-red eyes. Eventually, Le Xian relented. She slowly retracted her spider silk, one spider leg after another, until she was no longer a terrifying spider woman. Shen Su breathed a sigh of relief. After Le Xian had reigned in her hostility, Shen Su asked her, "How is Elder Yan Xiao?" When Shen Su mentioned Yan Xiao, Le Xian glared threateningly at Shui Ning and Bai Yu before answering dejectedly, "She is still unconscious." Shen Su distinctly recalled instructing Hu Sanbai to ensure that the spirit roots did not remain in a coma. If they did not break free from their infatuation with Yu Mu Han, they would remain sacrificial pawns, even if they slept until Yu Mu Han died. Shen Su couldn't tell if Le Xian cared about Yan Xiao or not. "Didn't I say..." "First, I poisoned her unconscious. Then, she shielded Yu Mu Han from my attack," Le Xian interrupted, spreading out her palm. Black and red blood beads seeped from her palm. "As a butterfly, she naturally fears spiders. Spider venom is her mortal enemy, so she can't wake up for now." When she had poisoned Yan Xiao, she had been irate enough to want to kill her on the spot. Now that she genuinely had the opportunity, she showed a hint of guilt. Shen Su and Wei Nan Yi exchanged a glance. Wei Nan Yi retrieved a detoxifying elixir from her ring and handed it to Le Xian, her soft voice soothing, "Give this to her. She will wake up within two hours." Le Xian's poison was strong, but Wei Nan Yi's confidence came from Jiang Rui Ping. Le Xian, with her red eyes, accepted the elixir. "Thank you." After calming Le Xian, Shen Su inquired about Heng Ran and Zhu Xian Er. Wu Xiu found some of Heng Ran's clan members to accompany her, including her blood relatives, stabilizing her somewhat. Gui Cang was feigning illness, and had just coaxed Zhu Xian Er into picking medicinal herbs deep in the Yan Bi Mountains. They didn't shy away from discussing matters in front of Bai Yu and Shui Ning. Bai Yu continued her meditation, while Shui Ning grew more perplexed the more she listened. "What spirit roots? And what do they have to do with Yu Mu Han?" Initially unhappy because Bai Yu had cast a sealing technique on her, Shui Ning's attention soon shifted to Shen Su's conversation, forgetting the technique altogether. Seeing her curiosity, Shen Su subtly signaled Gui Cang. Gui Cang was not as adept at deception as Hu Sanbai, but she had secretly communicated with him. He knew what to say and what to omit. He stroked his beard with an air of profundity. "Shui Ning, do you remember what I just told you?" Shui Ning seriously tried to recall, suddenly pointing at Gui Cang. "You old goat said there's disaster in my fate." The bells on her body jingled as she moved. Disrespectful towards Gui Cang, he decided not to bicker with a young girl. Pointing at her, he said, "Shui Ning, I did not deceive you. Your fate indeed holds disaster, and it stems from Yu Mu Han. I believe you've met him by now and have already developed some affection for him. This will deepen, and ultimately, you will die for him out of love." Gui Cang deliberately omitted the spirit root details, recounting her future encounter with Yu Mu Han. "How could that be? Yu Mu Han..." Shui Ning was not fully convinced by Gui Cang. Unable to determine the truth of his words, she casually mentioned Yu Mu Han with a smile. "Yu Mu Han, well, he's quite interesting. We've only met a few times, yet he told me I am not a demoness but the most wonderful woman in the world, promising to cherish me forever. But I just find him amusing. Even if we have a brief fling, it would just be for fun. How could I possibly die for him?" Though she claimed Yu Mu Han was merely a diversion, she unknowingly smiled when mentioning him. This was not right. Moreover, saying such intimate words when barely acquainted should be harassment, yet Shui Ning found it amusing. Shen Su shook her head, pressing her lips tightly before gesturing towards Hu Sanbai. "Shui Ning, if you think Yu Mu Han is interesting, imagine if Hu Sanbai said the same words to you. Would you still find them amusing?" Shui Ning glanced at Hu Sanbai, frowning in distaste. "If an old fox said that to me, it wouldn't be fun. I'd get my father to kill him." "You are quite something, miss. Same words from him are interesting, from me they're worth death," Hu Sanbai retorted, his handsome face twisting in anger. Shui Ning muttered, "You’re so old." This was even more wrong. Shen Su raised her hand, signaling Hu Sanbai to remain silent, as she herself explained, "Shui Ning, if you didn’t know their ages and they both appeared before you saying the same words, who would you find more interesting?" "Of course, Yu Mu Han," Shui Ning answered without hesitation. Shen Su sighed, shaking her head. "But that's not right. Shui Ning, do you think Yu Mu Han is better looking than Elder Hu Sanbai or funnier?" With each question, Shui Ning's face turned grimmer. She had to admit, Hu Sanbai was undeniably more attractive than Yu Mu Han—this was an unchangeable fact. It's rare for any man to be more handsome than a fox demon, and Hu Sanbai was among the most handsome even within his clan. In terms of humor, Hu Sanbai could talk and laugh, acting and deceiving with ease, while Yu Mu Han could only manage a few sweet words. Seeing Shui Ning fall silent, Shen Su felt a sense of relief. As expected, the spirit roots without the "love at first sight" narrative hadn’t skewed their natural sense of aesthetics. Shui Ning was a sorceress, fundamentally different from ordinary women since childhood. To her, men were playthings, decorative objects to be admired. Naturally, the more attractive they were, the better. Due to her status and position, as long as Shui Feng lived, Shui Ning was the pampered young mistress of the Demon Sect, able to command the wind and rain. She could have any man she desired, many of whom were exceedingly handsome. Yet, they remained mere playthings to her. So why was Yu Mu Han singled out as "interesting"? If it were purely a matter of appearance, Hu Sanbai's fault lay in his sly tongue and cunning fox-heart. In terms of looks, even ten Yu Mu Hans couldn't compare. Why, then, did Yu Mu Han, and not Hu Sanbai, receive the compliment of being "interesting"? These were questions Shui Ning had never pondered before. Upon reflection, any man who had previously tried to take advantage of her and spoken such intimate words upon first meeting would have been promptly disposed of by her father, fed to the fishes. Seeing Shui Ning deep in thought, Hu Sanbai proudly flicked his tail. "Yu Mu Han can't compare to me. Aside from his fate, what else does he have?" However harsh, the words held truth. In the original story, Yu Mu Han's relationships with the women in his life were commendable, particularly his devotion to Yan Ruoyi. But perhaps due to his rebirth, he now viewed these women as mere extensions of himself, lacking the attentiveness he once showed. He even assumed they, too, carried memories of their past lives, acting overly familiar at first meeting without considering how a normal woman should react or their current circumstances. If Yu Mu Han had been more considerate, Ning Cheng, the fiancée of the Young Sect Master of the Ancient Cloud Sect, wouldn't have died. He could have met Ning Cheng in a more discreet location, but he chose a grand sect competition, revealing everything in front of numerous onlookers, leading to Ning Cheng's death. In most rebirth stories, the protagonist's maturity is expected to deepen. But after Yu Mu Han's rebirth, even his one admirable trait seemed to have vanished, and his feelings for Yan Ruoyi were no longer pure. "Old goat—no, Senior Gui Cang, can you explain this fate in more detail? I need to tell my father." Shen Su was momentarily stunned. Why did Shui Ning feel the need to tell her father about everything? When encountering a still-living Wei Nan Yi, she wanted to inform her father. When confronted with a disliked man, she wanted her father to kill him. Even when things seemed wrong, her first thought was not to solve the problem herself but to tell her father. Shen Su recalled that in the original story, Shui Ning was very reliant on Shui Feng. Though from the Demon Sect, their father-daughter bond was exceptionally strong. So, when Shui Feng died, she couldn't accept it, feeling as though a piece of her heart had been forcibly torn out. After being saved by Yu Mu Han several times, she came to rely on him. She deeply hated Jiang Xu, who had caused Shui Feng's death. However, in her past life, she ultimately died for Jiang Xu. In this life, Jiang Xu had not joined the Demon Sect and had no opportunity to kill Shui Feng or seize power from him. Shui Ning could remain a beloved daughter with a caring father. This divergence from the original story could be beneficial. Informing Shui Feng shouldn’t be harmful. Shui Feng was a powerful demon sect leader. Though he had a dark side, based on the original story, he would likely be willing to assist. However, since they were forces that couldn’t be controlled directly, Shen Su couldn't disclose everything to them. Shen Su shook her head at Gui Cang, who promptly understood. "Shui Ning, I've said all I can." Shui Ning, noticing the silent exchange between Shen Su and Gui Cang, was dissatisfied and approached Shen Su. "Since you’ve told me this much, why not tell me everything?" The Demon Sect was notorious for its wanton killing and pillaging. Even someone as seemingly harmless as Shui Ning likely had bloodstained hands. Collaborating with someone from the Demon Sect required a certain boldness. Shen Su did not possess such boldness. The burden she bore was heavy, involving not only her own life but also Wei Nan Yi's, the twelve spirit roots, and countless others. A single misstep could lead to unforeseen consequences. Shui Ning could know her own fate, but definitely not the fates of others within the game. Shen Su didn’t trust Shui Ning. Her intention in keeping Shui Ning around was not to collaborate but to wake her up to reality and weaken the male lead’s spirit root powers. Even though they were all part of the game, this uncontrollable ally wasn’t hers to command. Shui Ning still wanted to press Shen Su. She was unwilling to give up. Seeing that force wouldn’t work, her body swayed slightly, black petals floating around as a strange fragrance filled the air. She disappeared from her original spot and suddenly appeared— Behind Shen Su, gently hugging her from behind, coiling tighter like a boneless snake, oblivious to Shen Su’s stiffness and the odd looks from Hu Sanbai and the others. "Bang!" Just as Shui Ning was about to plead softly, the girl she had been holding exploded into countless water droplets, splashing her face. Her arms were now empty except for the silver mask that had been on Shen Su’s face, slowly falling. Shui Ning hesitated, catching the mask as she looked ahead, seeing the dispersed water droplets slowly coalescing beside Wei Nan Yi. She wrinkled her beautiful nose slightly. Before she could say a word, a burst of spiritual energy pushed her several meters away, nearly to the tent’s edge. The source of the spirit energy was Wei Nan Yi. Shui Ning blinked in confusion. She didn’t understand why Wei Nan Yi suddenly became angry and even attacked her. She had never met Wei Nan Yi, but her reputation in the cultivation world was well-known and frequently praised by Shui Feng. Many mocked Wei Nan Yi for being indecisive and too gentle, unable to distinguish good from evil. However, no one ever questioned her strength. Even Shui Feng acknowledged her as a formidable junior, capable of escaping his grasp multiple times despite a lower cultivation level. Knowing her father's prowess, Shui Ning understood the significance of this. Despite her long absence, anyone who had fought Wei Nan Yi would never forget her diverse techniques. Her cultivation might not be the highest in Linxian Mountain, but she undoubtedly knew the most spells. However, it was said that Wei Nan Yi had an excellent temperament. Wei Nan Yi’s face was cold as she glanced at Shui Ning. "Shui Ning, you must understand that this is my partner. You were too close." Distance. Wei Nan Yi was actually discussing boundaries with a demoness. For Shui Ning, not only being close to someone's partner but even snatching them wouldn't cause guilt. Yet, seeing Wei Nan Yi's icy demeanor, she couldn’t muster the courage to approach Shen Su again. In this moment, Wei Nan Yi resembled those women who accused Shui Ning of seducing their husbands. It was human nature, but seeing such sentiment on Wei Nan Yi's face was jarring. Wei Nan Yi’s exquisite features could embody compassion or aloof indifference towards the world but never jealousy. Shui Ning found this incredibly amusing. She smiled teasingly. "How interesting that the renowned Wei Nan Yi, supposedly detached from worldly matters, also feels jealousy." Wei Nan Yi ignored her. Shen Su’s dispersed form began to coalesce back into a human shape. However, she had forgotten to re-create her silver mask, revealing a delicate and somewhat youthful face. She appeared young and inexperienced, not fitting the image of Yan Bi Mountain's chief, let alone Wei Nan Yi’s partner. But this seemingly weak girl, upon returning to human form, took Wei Nan Yi’s hand. "Madam." Wei Nan Yi’s eyes softened with affection. "Little Su, are you alright?" Shui Ning found their behavior odd. She hadn’t harmed Shen Su, merely hugged her. Even if Shen Su hadn’t vanished, she intended only playful charm, yet they reacted so strongly. "Chief Shen, Madam Shen, Yu Mu Han said the same to me." Finally recovering somewhat, Bai Yu broke the tent’s tension with her unexpected statement. Shui Ning acted as if she completely ignored the odd atmosphere inside the tent, continuing to murmur to herself. "I think I normally wouldn't want to hear these kinds of words. But when he says them, they seem to become more pleasant. Could it be that I have fallen for him, although he shouldn't be the man I fancy? Could it be that he has turned into a sword in my eyes?" It appeared that Bai Yu had also absorbed Shen Su's discussions during her meditation and deliberated on them, albeit differently from Shui Ning. Throughout, Bai Yu never cast a glance at the awkward Shui Ning. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Shen Su and Wei Nan Yi. "Chief Shen, Madam Shen, I don't think he resembles a sword either." Shui Ning lacked social etiquette, while Bai Yu was overly meticulous. Each time Bai Yu spoke, she made sure to address Shen Su and Wei Nan Yi, as if afraid they might miss any part of her speech. Her titles also shifted rapidly; Shen Su had been addressed as Yan Chief, then Lady Wei, and now Chief Shen. Though Shui Ning could read expressions, Bai Yu seemed oblivious. She was stubborn, fixating on one point no matter what. Shen Su, swallowing the rest of her words meant for Shui Ning, responded to Bai Yu, "One person couldn’t possibly resemble a sword." Bai Yu nodded in agreement. "Chief Shen is right. I also think he doesn't, but I only like swords. Could it be that he’s actually a sword spirit transformed into a male cultivator?" Bai Yu seemed set on likening Yu Mu Han to a sword. Shen Su couldn’t fathom Bai Yu's obsession. Wei Nan Yi, coughing lightly, broke free from her earlier emotions and whispered to Shen Su, "Junior Sister Bai Yu always wanted the Yu Ling Sword as her perfect partner." "Ah hem hem." Shen Su couldn't suppress her laughter, each cough growing more intense. Though her face flushed red, Bai Yu did not find it inappropriate. She even corrected Wei Nan Yi, "Madam Shen, you’re mistaken. Yu Ling Sword remains my ideal partner. It's the greatest divine sword, powerful and beautiful, perfect and flawless from every angle." Shen Su had momentarily thought Wei Nan Yi and Bai Yu had misspoken, confusing Bai Yu’s ideal partner with the sword spirit Wu Qing. But it was indeed just the sword. Shen Su had no emotional attachments, and Bai Yu was a swordswoman who only loved swords. Forcing them upon Yu Mu Han must have been an arduous task for the Heavenly Dao. Bai Yu's steadfastness, equating Yu Mu Han to a sword, was actually a testament to Yu Mu Han’s fortune, though Yu Ling Sword must not be too pleased. Shui Ning quietly moved closer, acting as if nothing unpleasant had happened between them, scoffing at Bai Yu. "You're crazy." Certainly, Shui Ning's comments weren’t unwarranted. Bai Yu had employed a sealing technique on her and expressed desire for Yu Ling Sword, all of which could seem abnormal and outlandish. Unperturbed, Bai Yu continued contemplating Yu Mu Han’s resemblance to a sword. Unable to hold back, Shen Su remarked, "Sect Master Bai, Yu Mu Han doesn’t resemble a sword. You might be misled by fate." Gui Cang, sensing the moment, interjected, "Sect Master Bai, your fate is similar to Shui Ning's. You will also die because of Yu Mu Han." Bai Yu responded with a simple "Oh," not asking about herself but rather, "What will happen to my Hanfeng Forest after my death?" Despite her peculiar interests, she remained a commendable sect master. Gui Cang fell silent, allowing Shen Su to continue, "Hanfeng Forest would ultimately sacrifice itself for Yu Mu Han, following in your footsteps." "No, I must kill him." Bai Yu frowned, standing up decisively. However, upon declaring her intent to kill Yu Mu Han, a searing pain gripped her heart. Clutching her chest, she slowly sat back down. "Madam Shen, my heart won’t let me kill him. Have I truly fallen for him? But he doesn’t even look like a sword." Bai Yu finally realized the situation. Wei Nan Yi sighed softly, "Junior Sister Bai Yu, this is due to fate. You didn’t actually fall for him; it’s fate that compels you. If you trust me, let me handle it." "Madam Shen, I trust you completely." Calmed by Wei Nan Yi's reassurance, Bai Yu released her grip on her chest, still puzzled. "But there must be something I can do. What should I do?" Wei Nan Yi initially meant to advise Bai Yu. Assuming she would naturally resist being controlled by fate and partially break free once enlightened, she hadn't expected Bai Yu to ask what she could actively do. Guiding those close to the spirit roots involved leveraging emotions. But dealing directly with the spirit root itself? Wei Nan Yi turned to Shen Su, helplessly. Shen Su directly instructed Bai Yu, "Love swords more, love him less." Bai Yu seemed to have an epiphany, hugging her favorite sword and nodding earnestly. "Madam Shen, I don’t trust the old goat, nor the Chief Shen, but I trust you. You once saved me during training; I haven't forgotten that favor. I will remember your advice." Shen Su glanced at the sword in Bai Yu’s arms without commenting further. Shui Ning, standing nearby, examined Bai Yu with renewed interest. Watching her cling tightly to the sword, Shui Ning realized something and stood up. She addressed Shen Su, "If loving someone else can break fate, does that mean I just need to love someone other than him?" Perceptive as always. Shen Su didn’t deny this, giving Shui Ning the green light. Gaining confidence, Shui Ning smiled as she tinkered with her bells, looking at Shen Su with playful eyes. "To thank you, should I love you instead?" Though clearly joking, such comments unsettled Wei Nan Yi deeply. She had long worried that Shen Su’s affection for her stemmed from lack of exposure to others. There were many people better and younger than herself. Wei Nan Yi's grip on Shen Su’s hand tightened, signaling her unease. Shui Ning savored Wei Nan Yi’s reaction, her smile growing wider. Shen Su frowned, warning, "Shui Ning, I aim to save you. Don’t harm me." Shui Ning showed no retreat. Before Wei Nan Yi could erupt in anger, she bravely disregarded Shen Su’s warning. Unlike the renowned Wei Nan Yi, Shen Su’s delicate appearance lacked intimidation. Shui Ning stepped slightly forward. "I’m not some venomous beast. I’m rather beautiful." Backing away with Wei Nan Yi, Shen Su raised her hand. A thick, tree-like water rope instantly constricted Shui Ning, whose breath hitched as the water light shimmered blue. The water began siphoning her breath and spiritual energy, leaving her barely able to breathe. Terrified, she rang the bell on her collar desperately. Black mist billowed, smothering the water, forcibly breaking the tendrils. Gasping for air, Shui Ning’s smile vanished. "I was merely joking. You almost killed me for that." Her indignation was met with Shen Su’s calmness. "Had I truly wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now." She pointed to Le Xian and the others standing behind her, all glaring at Shui Ning like venomous vipers. Shui Ning, only at the peak of her Golden Core stage, could be easily killed by any of them. Retracting her hand, Shen Su warned, "I just want you to understand: we are not toys for your amusement. We intend to save you, not entertain you. Moreover, I have a wife. Such jokes irritate me. If you joke like this again, I will genuinely kill you." Hoping Shui Ning would heed her advice, Shen Su remained firm. In the original story, Shui Ning's mischief in the secret realms caused many troubles, providing Yu Mu Han countless chances to play the hero. Her playful nature did not oblige others to indulge her. Shui Feng doted on her as her father. That didn’t mean everyone else would cater to her whims. Clutching her neck, Shui Ning coldly remarked, "You people are so dull. Clearly, Yu Mu Han is more fun." Spoiled, with Shui Feng still alive and well, she ignored Shen Su's warning. As Shen Su felt helpless against Shui Ning, Bai Yu unexpectedly grabbed her, pinning her over her knee. Pressing her palm firmly against Shui Ning’s exposed waist, spiritual energy surged in Bai Yu’s grip. Though a sect leader, Shui Ning couldn’t struggle against Bai Yu’s hold, eyes widening in shock. "What are you doing?" Even Shui Ning, Shen Su, and Wei Nan Yi were astonished, their discontent towards Shui Ning overwhelmed by Bai Yu's peculiar actions. Having known Bai Yu for years, Wei Nan Yi couldn’t fathom her intentions and softly called out, "Junior Sister Bai Yu, what are you doing?" Feeling Shui Ning’s panic and sensing Wei Nan Yi’s astonishment, Bai Yu remained resolute. She did not release Shui Ning. Bai Yu suddenly looked up, nodding at Wei Nan Yi as if she were carrying out an unspoken plan. But Wei Nan Yi had given her no such instructions. Without giving Wei Nan Yi time to react, Bai Yu returned her attention to Shui Ning, her fingertip pressing against Shui Ning’s flushed neck. "Shui Ning, didn't you understand? Getting close to Yu Mu Han is akin to digging your own grave." In Bai Yu’s embrace, Shui Ning shifted uneasily, her face tense but still defiant. She glanced at Shen Su, then glared at Bai Yu. "I might be digging a grave, but who says I have to be the one burying myself in it?" Despite her defiant words, Bai Yu seemed to take them seriously. She earnestly replied, "If you ignore the warning and insist on approaching Yu Mu Han, you might reveal today's discussion to him. That would be disastrous, particularly since it concerns me. You causing harm to me is one thing, but endangering Hanfeng Forest is unacceptable." Bai Yu seemed deeply troubled by this, her thumb rubbing Shui Ning’s reddened throat. "You probably don’t know how to convey messages through transmission techniques yet, but even if you did, it doesn’t matter. Sealing your Tian Kui point will prevent you from using them." No sooner had she finished speaking than her fingertip pressed down, a greenish glow emanating and seeping into Shui Ning's throat. "You…" Shui Ning started to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Her eyes widened in terror. She had been toying with Shen Su and Wei Nan Yi moments before, but now she looked at Wei Nan Yi with pleading eyes. Wei Nan Yi, stunned by Bai Yu’s actions, called out, "Junior Sister Bai Yu." Bai Yu lifted her gaze, unflinching. "Madam Shen, don’t worry, I won't harm her. I just want to ensure she can't relay any information." But Shui Ning had merely been joking. Bai Yu didn’t stop. After planting an incantation, she applied four different types of silencing techniques, using everything she knew. Once certain Shui Ning was completely mute, Bai Yu released her. Yet Shui Ning remained on her lap, rigid, continuously opening and closing her mouth, realizing she couldn't make a sound. The little demoness, who normally found joy in pranking others, was now teary-eyed, staring at Bai Yu with hatred and resentment. Suddenly, she lunged at Bai Yu, biting her neck. By the time Bai Yu pulled her head away, blood was dripping from the bitten spot. She was unbothered, gently wiping the blood away, which stopped immediately. She looked at the crying Shui Ning, "Stop crying. Wait and see..." Bai Yu paused, unsure what she was waiting for, before looking at Shen Su and Wei Nan Yi for guidance. Finding her answer, she added, "Wait until Madam Shen kills Yu Mu Han. Then, I will lift the seal." Shen Su felt she should say something, but every time she tried, the words failed her. Bai Yu’s actions left her unsure of what to say. Hu Sanbai, who had been holding back laughter the entire time, teasingly asked, "Sect Master Bai, are you sure you can lift the seals?" By his count, Bai Yu had applied five silencing techniques and two sealing techniques—a total of seven spells. Given the limited knowledge demons had of such spells, he had never heard of so many seals being used at once. Bai Yu pondered for a moment. "I should be able to." Hearing Bai Yu’s uncertainty, Shui Ning cried even harder. If not for Bai Yu holding her, she might have tried biting her again. Wei Nan Yi glanced at Shui Ning, now swollen-eyed from crying, and hesitantly asked, "Junior Sister Bai, what will you tell the Demon Sect leader?" "Why should I?" Bai Yu replied reasonably. "As long as you all stay silent, he won’t know it was me." Shen Su remembered Shui Ning was only mute, not incapacitated. She could still write and bring Shui Feng to identify Bai Yu. Although sects had different techniques, Shui Feng had dealt with the four major sects long enough to discern the source. Unless Shui Ning remained silent about her condition, hiding it would be difficult. Shen Su’s expression shifted several times before she finally took out a bottle of cleansing pills from her ring and handed it to Bai Yu. "Sect Master Bai, these might come in handy."