Chapter 578: Bah! Who is yours?

Yu Xian quietly watched You Ji and Bi Yao, his gaze holding a trace of expectation, yet also one that brooked no argument.

You Ji fell silent; she simply had no choice.

The implication in Yu Xian’s words was clear: if they refused, Yu Xian would proactively move to destroy the Demonic Cult. If they agreed, as long as the Demonic Cult did not provoke him, Yu Xian would not harm anyone from the Cult.

“You… Are you serious?” Bi Yao finally snapped out of her shock, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.

“Bi Yao, you are not suited to be involved in those so-called disputes. Your nature is pure and passionate; you ought to be like a wildflower blooming freely in the mountains, untainted by the dust of the mortal world. The conflict between the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path will only drag you into endless fighting, possibly even causing you to pay an irreversible price.

Follow me, and you can continue to be yourself. You won’t have to run errands for the Sect’s missions anymore, nor will you have to face hypocrisy and malice. I will create a stable world for you, allowing you to Cultivate freely and live freely. Isn’t this what you truly desire deep down?” Yu Xian spoke earnestly to Bi Yao.

“Since ancient times, the Righteous and the Evil paths cannot coexist…” Bi Yao murmured softly.

“I have a place where there is no distinction between Righteous and Evil. You can live however you wish.” Yu Xian knew what Bi Yao was thinking, so he tossed out the lure of the Small World.

Indeed, upon hearing this, Bi Yao’s eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed again. She was the Eldest Young Miss of the Ghost King Sect…

“Stay by my side for now, and ignore everything else,” Yu Xian added.

Bi Yao glanced at Yu Xian, then at You Ji. Seeing You Ji nod, she also agreed.

“Little Uncle…” Lu Xueqi had been watching from the side, completely unable to understand what Yu Xian was thinking. She now realized that Bi Yao and You Ji’s identities were different; they must be members of the Demonic Cult.

Yet, Yu Xian was actually allowing people from the Demonic Cult to stay by his side! Didn’t Little Uncle know that the Righteous and the Evil paths were irreconcilable? Their Qingyun Sect was the leader of the Righteous Path!

What was Little Uncle doing?

Yu Xian temporarily ignored Lu Xueqi and looked toward You Ji.

You Ji understood, sighed, and flashed away into the darkness.

Bi Yao watched Yu Xian with interest, curious to see how he would handle the relationship between the Righteous and the Demonic paths.

Seeing that Yu Xian still ignored her, Lu Xueqi called out again, “Little Uncle!” This time, her voice was more urgent, tinged with grievance and confusion.

“They… They are members of the Demonic Cult. How could you let demonic people stay by your side? This goes against the teachings of our Qingyun Sect. If Master and Sect Leader Senior Martial Uncle knew, you would surely be severely punished!” Her voice trembled slightly.

She was both worried about Yu Xian’s decision and found his actions difficult to comprehend.

“Who says they are members of the Demonic Cult? They are just my people!” Yu Xian said with a slight smile.

He had no intention of arguing with Lu Xueqi about the division between Righteous and Evil. Lu Xueqi, as a Genius Disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, had been taught by Shui Yue since childhood, adhering to the rules of the Qingyun Sect and the Taiji Xuanqing Dao as the proper path, viewing the Demonic Cult as an evil scourge harming the common people.

Arguing with her would only lead to endless debate.

Lu Xueqi froze upon hearing this; she had not expected Yu Xian to say that.

“Bah! Who is yours?” Bi Yao spat out, her cheeks flushed crimson, but her eyes involuntarily flickered towards Yu Xian, carrying a hint of coquettish reproach and shyness.

She vehemently refuted him with her mouth, but inwardly, the three words “my people” stirred up an unusual ripple. She herself hadn’t noticed that the sharpness in her tone of rebuttal had vanished, replaced instead by an indescribable softness.

“Little Uncle, Senior Martial Aunt Yun Yun is still waiting for you to return to the Qingyun Sect!” For some reason, Lu Xueqi felt an inexplicable irritation seeing the flirtatious banter between Yu Xian and Bi Yao, and her tone unconsciously became a bit anxious.

The more she thought about it, the more stifled she felt, yet she didn’t know how to express this complex emotion. She could only press her lips tightly together, her gaze holding a trace of stubbornness and grievance.

“Mmm, I know,” Yu Xian replied, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curving his lips.

“Who is Yun Yun?” Bi Yao felt a tightness in her heart upon hearing the name, sensing it belonged to a woman, and asked.

“My wife,” Yu Xian answered frankly.

“You… You have a wife?” The blush on Bi Yao’s face instantly faded, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.

She wanted to say something but couldn’t utter a single word. She just stared blankly at Yu Xian, her eyes filled with complex emotions—surprise, disappointment, and a trace of panic she hadn’t even realized herself.

She never imagined that this man, who always bantered with her, sometimes gentle and sometimes domineering, already had a wife.

This sudden news was like a huge boulder thrown into the lake of her heart, stirring up layers of ripples and leaving her momentarily at a loss.

“Mmm, I do. We’ll talk about this later. You Ji is back; I’ll take you to the place I mentioned first. You’ll understand when we get there,” Yu Xian said, looking toward You Ji, who had just returned.

He didn’t know what specific message You Ji had delivered to the Ghost King; he didn’t care, as long as You Ji was back.

“What place?” Bi Yao asked curiously.

Yu Xian merely smiled faintly, and then the three of them felt their figures blur. Immediately, everything around them transformed.

Lush green grass, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and ahead of them, magnificent palaces and jade towers were arranged in an orderly fashion. Most importantly, there were quite a few Fairies practicing martial arts on the lawn.

This…

“Where is this? How did we get here?” Bi Yao asked curiously, her gaze constantly lingering on the surrounding scenery, her eyes full of wonder and confusion.

The Fairies practicing martial arts had graceful postures and pure, peaceful auras. They possessed neither the stern righteousness common among the Righteous Path Cultivators nor the sinister malice of the Demonic Cult members, making it even harder for her to discern what kind of place this was.

You Ji also retracted her previous vigilance, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Welcome to my Qiankun World,” Yu Xian said with a smile to the three of them.

Upon hearing this, all three gasped, their faces etched with shock.

It was at this moment that Ning Zhongze and the others saw Yu Xian return and immediately surrounded him.

“Husband!”

“Husband!”

… The calls left the three women dumbfounded. Were these all Yu Xian’s wives? So many!

“Are these the new sisters? They are truly beautiful!” Ning Zhongze smiled as she sized up Lu Xueqi and the others. However, You Ji was still wearing a veil at the time, revealing only her eyes, making it hard to discern her appearance. But whether it was Lu Xueqi or Bi Yao, both possessed unparalleled beauty.

“Welcome, sisters,” Huang Rong also greeted them with a smile.

Seeing the veil on You Ji’s face, Yu Xian directly reached out and pulled it down. “Now that we are here, there’s no need to hide anymore.”

The veil was pulled away, revealing a peerlessly beautiful face.

You Ji was greatly alarmed and raised a hand, attempting to cover her face. Having emerged from a tribe of the Demonic Cult’s Saintess lineage, she had worn a veil since childhood; when had she ever exposed her face like this?