Published: August 27, 2025
Chapter 305: The Backup Plan
Since Han Li had said so, the old man, though still full of doubts, could only return for the time being.
Not long after, Second Brother came back with a dark expression. As expected, he had not caught up with the Fifth Younger Sister. But fortunately, Han Li had already warned them in advance, so these few didn’t have to worry about Senior Han’s anger.
At the same time, in a very remote alley within Yue Capital City, a slender figure was stumbling and running towards the Southern District. In the faint moonlight, upon a closer look, it was the young woman—the anxious Fifth Younger Sister.
She ran while constantly looking back, her expression as if fearful someone would suddenly appear behind her.
Though most of her magical power had been suppressed by Han Li, fortunately, the immortal cultivator’s spiritual awareness remained intact. Upon realizing no one was following her, she felt somewhat relieved.
This was thanks to a concealment talisman the young man had slipped to her when he let her go, allowing her to escape to this point.
Shortly after her escape, she had spotted a tall, thin man flying overhead. Luckily, she was quick-eyed and used the talisman just in time to barely get past.
At this moment, her Second Brother had either gone off in another direction or already returned to the Qin Estate. Only then did she dare to dash boldly through the alley like this.
Her destination was a secret Black Death Cult base in the Southern District. Presumably, she would report Han Li’s whereabouts and detailed intelligence to the higher-ups, thus earning considerable merit. This would bring her one step closer to realizing her dream of entering foundation establishment.
Back then, she and several other promising peripheral disciples of the Black Death Cult, after witnessing the mysterious cult leader’s god-like method of enabling qi refining stage immortal cultivators to establish foundation, had immediately given up and pledged allegiance to the cult—hoping that one day, after achieving enough merit, they would receive the cult leader’s blessing to enter foundation establishment.
As far as she knew, most peripheral disciples willing to serve the Black Death Cult shared this goal, so she never thought her choice was wrong.
After all, given her aptitude, her cultivation base had basically reached its limit; if she wanted to advance, even to foundation establishment, there was no other choice.
As for her sworn brothers and sisters, though they felt some regret, since she chose this path, she could only sever all ties. If they were caught, whether blood sacrifice or re-control depended on the higher-ups’ orders. She had no intention of pleading anymore and would live solely for herself from then on.
The young woman thought fiercely in her heart, dreaming of foundation establishment as her steps seemed lighter.
In the distance, she saw the entrance to the Southern District’s street. Delighted, she wanted to quicken her pace, but suddenly felt a wet sensation under her nose. Curiously, she wiped it with her hand and looked—her whole body shuddered, her face filled with shock and terror.
Her five slender white fingers were covered in sticky black-red liquid.
“What is this?”
Panicked, the Fifth Younger Sister hurriedly wiped the black blood under her nose with her sleeve. But now, the nosebleed gushed like a dam breaking. In moments, her eyes and ears also began bleeding black fresh blood.
The young woman felt utterly weak, her legs buckled, and she collapsed straight to the ground.
At this moment, her entire body was freezing cold, not even a trace of warmth at her chest. She wanted to shout for help, but her throat was dry and hoarse; no sound came out.
Then, her spiritual awareness gradually grew dim. Soon enough, she fell forever into darkness.
The next morning, passersby at the scene were somewhat puzzled to find a patch of black, dirty blood inexplicably on the ground, forcing them to detour. This stirred quite a bit of gossip.