After separating from Feng Xiu, Qin Liuxi returned to Qinglan Temple nonchalantly, first treating Qinglan Temple Master with acupuncture, then delving headlong into Qinglan Temple’s Book Collection Pavilion, staying for two whole days.

Qin Liuxi appeared calm, yet the Qinglan Temple Master saw a myriad of worries etched on her face, but asked nothing.

As golden autumn September arrived, Qin Liuxi left Qinglan Temple and returned to Qingping Temple. She first stood for a long time by the Dao Stone on the back mountain before entering the secret chamber inside the temple, where she laid out the Array Map she organized from the Book Collection Pavilion at Qinglan Temple onto the table.

Papers filled the floor, flowing through her mind bit by bit, either destructing, abandoning, or reconstructing, only to destroy again, in a continuous cycle.

After seven days, she looked at the fragmented map scattered all over the floor, deep dark circles forming under her eyes while anger and a sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Thump.

Qin Liuxi turned her head, seeing a plaque fall from the shelf, immediately calming her raging emotions.

She walked over, picked it up, put it back in place, lit one stick of incense, then looked at each plaque, sat cross-legged, and formed a spell with her hands, guiding Spiritual Energy through the meridians in her body.

She was feeling a bit restless.

Can’t rush, that sly fox said, a person’s greatest enemy is themselves, one must first defeat themselves.

After a Grand Circulation, she emerged from the secret chamber, only to find two pairs of worried eyes.

"What are you two standing here for?"

Little Ginseng looked at her eyes with disdain and said, "How many days have you not blinked? Your eyes are as black as the bottom of a pot."

"Transform," Qin Liuxi commanded.

Little Ginseng was a bit puzzled but obediently reverted to its original form. But before it could stand firm, Qin Liuxi caught it and plucked several purple-red ginseng fruits in one go.

"Ahhh, my fruits, my fruits!" Little Ginseng clutched its head and scurried around.

Qin Liuxi tossed two fruits into her mouth, chewing them, and praised, "As expected, accumulating merit helps with cultivation, the fruits are obviously sweeter and more energizing than before."

"Plucking four at once, are you even human?" Little Ginseng cried.

Qin Liuxi sensed the energy from the ginseng fruits, her eyes smiling in a crescent. "Alright, stop pretending to cry, let’s go find treasures."

Little Ginseng immediately stopped crying.

Teng Zhao also looked over.

Qin Liuxi had realized she couldn’t find the true core of the Trapped Immortal Array because her mind wasn’t calm enough, and her cultivation was insufficient, perhaps changing her approach might help.

Si Luobu isn’t in a rush with such a huge plot, so she can’t be either.

Therefore, she needed to head for Kunlun.

Fei Chai stood at the base of the Kunlun Mountain Range, feeling a sense of wonder, who would’ve thought that coming to the mortal world again was thanks to that arrogant junior. Yet, the mountain was still that mountain, a vast expanse of white, and their Qingping Sect was nowhere to be found.

Done for, if he couldn’t find it, would that brat twist his head off again?

Fei Chai touched his neck, feeling chilly, was it due to this cold northern wind?

"You seem a bit uneasy, is that guilt in your heart?" Qin Liuxi suddenly appeared behind him.

Fei Chai jumped up, floated a few steps back, and said, "Scared to death, you’re more elusive than a ghost!"

He looked at the two boys beside Qin Liuxi, seeing their radiant appearance, couldn’t help but ask, "Who are these two?"

"My disciples, Xuan Yi and Little Shen." Qin Liuxi told Teng Zhao, "This is the ninth-generation master of our Qingping Temple’s predecessor, Qingping Sect, Senior Fei Chai."

Fei Chai jumped up: "My Daoist name is Fu Xingzi, at least Master Fei."

Little Ginseng muttered the name, tilted his head, and asked, "Fei Chai of Qingping Sect, could it be the one who couldn’t even draw a Five Thunders Talisman?"

What?

Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao both looked at Little Ginseng, you actually know such gossip from the Martial World?

Fei Chai’s expression changed, glaring at Little Ginseng: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Little Ginseng sized him up and said, "I heard from the former Northern Ghost King Zhou Le that the last master of Qingping Sect was named Fei Chai, just like his name, who couldn’t even draw a Five Thunders Talisman. He only got lucky because his master mistook his eyes and accepted him as a direct disciple. His master was obsessed with saving face, refused to admit his mistake and forced him into the position of sect master. Yet by then, Qingping Sect had already declined, when he took over, there were less than ten disciples, is that Fei Chai you?"

Fei Chai never expected the Martial World to still have such unflattering tales about him, immediately protested: "It never happened. I couldn’t draw a Five Thunders Talisman because I wasn’t proficient in talismans, later lost cultivation after fighting someone, that’s why I couldn’t draw a Five Thunders Talisman, not because I’m what you said, a deadbeat."

People’s voices tend to grow louder when they’re guilty.

Seeing Fei Chai’s excitement caused by the uncovering of his past, everyone present knew the rumors were true.

Qin Liuxi’s heart sank halfway; seems even if they find the ruins, there won’t be any treasures left.

Fei Chai, seeing their disbelief, tried to salvage some dignity, Qin Liuxi said: "Alright, whether true or not, you’re already dead."

Just like Little Ginseng said, Qingping Sect’s decline is not without reason.

If one couldn’t draw a Five Thunders Talisman, how could they battle ghosts?

Qin Liuxi suspected he might’ve died serving as cannon fodder.

Fei Chai felt indignant, glaring at Little Ginseng, blaming the little fatty, if it weren’t for him, he might’ve retained some dignity as a senior.

"Stop glaring, where’s the ruins, quickly take us there," Qin Liuxi said.

Fei Chai really wanted to say he didn’t know, but Qin Liuxi lit some incense for him.

Sensing the nourishing of the soul incense, Fei Chai shamefully complied.

If he had known it would turn out like this, he should’ve chosen reincarnation and avoided this humiliation, bowing to soul incense for ghostly defeat.

Hmm, this incense is delicious!

Fei Chai floated forward; however, the ebb and flow of time, era changes, the mountain was still that mountain but covered in snow, everything looked similar yet wasn’t the same.

After getting it wrong for the third time, Fei Chai dared not even exhale ghost energy, awkwardly looked at Qin Liuxi and said, "Our Qingping Sect was originally very secretive, otherwise anyone could come and learn, it wouldn’t showcase the grandeur, right?"

Qin Liuxi replied, "Seems relying on you to find it won’t work."

Fei Chai opened his mouth but didn’t dare speak, afraid he’d be argued against.

He glanced at Qin Liuxi, saw her take out a palm-sized Compass from her little disciple, then traced a Soul Tracking Talisman in the air, its rune flashed with golden light.

Fei Chai was struck, his ghostly form faltered, is this what her master meant by a little spiritual light can form a charm?

Alright, his former glory of an elder was now rendered worthless by the new wave.

"What’s this?"

He had just opened his mouth when he saw her wave her hand, the talisman flew towards him, attaching itself to him. Then, she hooked her hand, muttering a mnemonic, pulling him onto the Compass, the pointer spinning rapidly, pointing westward.

Fei Chai: "..."

While guarding the small hell, he seemed to overhear wandering ghosts mentioned a term, what was it, a tool person?

He surely was one now, a tool soul used for leading the way.