Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

Shi Yu supported Xie Yanshu as he walked towards his residence. Yu Miaoyi lowered her eyes and followed them silently, her figure looking a little lonely in the corridor.

After Xie Yanshu fell asleep peacefully, Shi Yu gently closed the door, turned to look at Yu Miaoyi, and glanced outside the door, indicating that he should go out and talk.

The winter wind was blowing hard in the corridor. Shi Yu spoke first, his tone sounding serious.

"I think Miss Yu has noticed something. Senior Brother...has not been feeling well lately."

He paused, as if weighing his words. "Especially since his headaches are becoming more and more frequent, the pain is even worse every time he thinks of the girl. He can't stand the slightest stimulation right now, so I'm going to ask the girl a favor. Could you please stay out of sight of my brother for a while? I'll arrange for someone to take you back, okay?"

Yu Miaoyi was silent for a moment, her fingertips gently clenching her sleeves, causing a few wrinkles in the fabric. She looked up at Shi Yu and said earnestly, "Actually, I didn't come here just to see Brother Xie."

She remembered the man in front of her. He was the one who came to pick up Brother Xie and Zhao Zhao to return to Qingwei Sect. It seemed that he had a close relationship with them.

"Can you take me to see Zhao Zhao?"

Shi Yu frowned slightly: "Right now...it's not convenient for her to see guests."

"I know." Yu Miaoyi took a half step forward, her voice pleading, her eyelashes damp from the cold wind. "But I just want to see her and know if she's okay now. Please."

Shi Yu pondered for a long time, looking at the stubbornness in her eyes, and finally nodded: "Forget it, just follow me."

He led Yu Miaoyi towards the immortal prison, passing through the silent corridor. The cold wind slapped against the stone walls, making a whistling sound.

When they reached the prison gate, Shi Yu dismissed the guarding disciples and stepped back a few steps to give them some time to talk alone.

Shen Zhaozhao in the prison was stunned when he saw that the person coming was Yu Miaoyi. Then a little light flashed in his eyes. He walked quickly to the prison door and took her hand through the cold bars: "Miaoyi? Why are you here?"

"Brother Jiang was coming to Qingwei Sect and happened to be passing through Jian'an City. He told me about your situation, so I came with him."

Yu Miaoyi held her hand with her backhand, and her fingertips could feel the coolness on her wrist.

Shen Zhaozhao looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Then... did you see my senior brother?"

Yu Miaoyi nodded: "I saw it."

Shen Zhaozhao lowered his head, his fingertips unconsciously scratching the lines on the railing, his voice muffled: "Do you blame me? I hurt my brother.

"Silly Zhaozhao," Yu Miaoyi patted the back of her hand gently, her eyes gentle but firm, "How could I blame you? You must have a reason for doing this, right?"

Looking at Yu Miaoyi's clear eyes, which did not contain any doubt or blame, Shen Zhaozhao's tense heartstrings relaxed.

She told the story about the curse on Chu Yu and Xie Yanshu.

After hearing the whole story, Yu Miaoyi felt that she understood it very well.

She was originally surprised at Xie Yanshu's invulnerable physique, but she didn't expect this to be the reason.

She believed that given Xie Yanshu's character, if he knew, he would definitely not want others to suffer for him.

Shen Zhaozhao also talked about his speculation about Xie Yanshu's abnormality.

Yu Miaoyi's eyes were filled with tears, and she tightly grasped her hand: "So it was Gu Qianmeng who did it, and Brother Xie didn't...change his heart."

She knew that how could someone like Xie Yanshu suddenly change his mind? There must be some hardship behind it.

Shen Zhaozhao nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "Did you just say that Brother Jiang also came to Qingwei Sect?"

"It's not just Brother Jiang," Yu Miaoyi recalled what she saw on the road, "I saw many cultivators in different attire coming to Qingwei Sect. They looked like they were from various sects."

Shen Zhaozhao's heart suddenly tightened, and his fingertips instantly turned cold. The gathering of disciples from various sects at Qingwei Sect was definitely not an ordinary event.

She suddenly remembered Xie Qingyao's words.

Seeing her face turn pale and her fingertips trembling slightly, Yu Miaoyi hurriedly asked, "Zhao Zhao, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with these monks coming here?"

Shen Zhaozhao's throat tightened, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. "Maybe... maybe they want to use me as a hostage and set up a trap to lure Chu Yu out."

"Zhao Zhao." Yu Miaoyi patted her hands, her eyes firm. "I don't plan to leave for the time being. I'll walk around the sect more these days and help you find out what they are going to do and see if I can find some clues."

Shen Zhaozhao's eyes suddenly turned red. She blinked hard, trying to hold back her tears, but her voice still tinged with tears: "Miaoyi, you..."

"Don't say any more." Yu Miaoyi interrupted her, gently scratching the back of her hand with her fingertips, as intimately as they had been in Jian'an City. "We're all friends. Just wait, I'm sure I'll find out something."

The conversation lasted for quite a while, and Shi Yu pushed the door open and interrupted them.

His eyes subconsciously fell on Shen Zhaozhao first. He saw that her eyes were red and her brows were almost frowned.

He looked at Yu Miaoyi again: "Miss Yu, it's getting early. It's time to leave."

Yu Miaoyi said, "I want to stay here, okay? Don't worry, I will...try my best not to appear in front of Brother Xie."

Shi Yu thought about it and didn't ask her why she stayed. He arranged her to stay at Shen Zhaozhao's previous residence.

In the past few days, it has snowed in Qingwei Sect, where it never snows.

Snowflakes fell on the eaves, accumulating into a thin layer of white, which made the mountain gate, which was usually shrouded in fairy mist, look even more solemn and awe-inspiring.

Inside the disciples' quarters, disciples from various sects gathered together to chat. Their voices were extremely low, but they could not hide the surprise and suspicion in their eyes.

"What kind of formation are the Sect Master and his men setting up? They're so mysterious that even inner disciples like us aren't allowed to get close."

"I heard it was to kill a young demon." Someone lowered his voice, a hint of horror in his tone, "That young man was previously a spy hidden in the Qingwei Sect, and now he has become the new Demon Lord, and his methods are extremely cruel."

"Hey." One person nudged the disciple wearing Qingwei Sect uniform beside him with his shoulder, his eyes full of inquiry. "Didn't you go to the Demon Realm a while ago? How powerful is the new Demon Lord?"

They were really curious about how terrifying this young demon was, as he could make disciples from ten sects gather in Qingwei Sect and even trouble the sect leaders to personally set up the formation.

The Qingwei Sect disciple frowned, as if remembering something, and said frankly: "Very strong."

"How do you force it?" everyone asked.

"He beat our leader so badly that he had no chance to fight back. Don't you think that's impressive?" He paused, then added, "But he was punished by heaven."

Some people were shocked: "How heinous must one be to deserve divine punishment?"

The Qingwei Sect disciple shook his head. "Even if I tell you, you wouldn't believe it. Even with such a powerful heavenly thunder tribulation, it didn't do anything to him. If Senior Sister Shen hadn't switched sides and stabbed his vitals with a single sword strike, none of us would have made it back alive."

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. No wonder they were gathered here. This kind of person was indeed a difficult person to deal with.

At the same time, in the Demon King Palace thousands of miles away.

Chu Yu slowly opened his eyes, his long crow-feather eyelashes trembled, casting a faint shadow.

What catches your eye is the intricately carved dome, with gilded patterns flowing in the dim light, giving it a touch of luxury.

He moved his fingers, and the wound on his chest still hurt slightly, as if countless needles were pricking him at the same time.

He found himself lying on a soft brocade couch, covered with a quilt embroidered with mysterious patterns.

There was a little phoenix lying next to him, with its round black eyes wide open. It tilted its head and looked at him curiously, pecking his sleeve with its sharp beak from time to time.

"Awake?" A lazy voice came from the side, with a bit of nonchalance.

Chu Yu turned around and saw the Demon King Su Li leaning on a soft chair beside the couch. His colorful robe was draped loosely on his body, with the collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone.

He was playing with a jade slip in his hand. The jade was of a warm color and the cloud patterns engraved on the edge were the unique style of the Qingwei Sect.

"You saved me?" His voice was hoarse. He struggled to sit up, but Su Li reached out and held his shoulders.

"Don't move." Su Li's fingertips were slightly cold, and his tone was emotionless. "It wasn't me, it was Shen Zhaozhao who saved you. She used the power of a magic weapon."

Chu Yu's expression instantly turned cold, and a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes: "Where's Zhao Zhao? And... my master?"

"Your master is fine and is recuperating in another room. As for Shen Zhaozhao..." Su Li paused and threw the jade slip in his hand to him, "Read it yourself. It's just a coincidence that you woke up. It was just delivered here."

The jade slip fell on Chu Yu's knees. He reached out and picked it up. The moment he injected spiritual energy into it, a line of words emerged clearly - "If you want Shen Zhaozhao to be safe and sound, go to Wufeng Mountain alone. No more waiting."

The handwriting was sharp, with a hint of deliberate provocation.

Chu Yu's pupils suddenly constricted, his knuckles turned white from exerting too much force, and he gripped the jade slip tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.

He suddenly threw back the quilt and was about to get out of bed, his movements so fast that they created a gust of wind.

"Are you crazy?" Su Li pressed his shoulder. "This is clearly a trap. You'll die if you go in."

"None of your business." Chu Yu interrupted him, his voice becoming even hoarser, with a murderous look in his eyes.

He lowered his head to look at the words on the jade slip, and his fingertips stroked the three words "Shen Zhaozhao" over and over again.

If they want his life, give it to them.

But she can't be in trouble.

Su Li wanted to say something, but met his black eyes that were suppressing the storm.

That is the paranoia in his bones. Once he makes up his mind, he will do it at any cost.

Chu Yu was struggling to get up. The wound on his chest was causing him severe pain, but he seemed unaware of it. He grabbed the black coat that fell beside him, turned around and walked out.

Su Li looked at Chu Yu's resolute back as he left, and stopped tapping his fingertips on the armrest of the chair.

After a long moment, he scoffed softly, his tone unclear: "It's really... crazy."

The little phoenix flew to his shoulder, tilted its head, and asked curiously, "Brother, what is that beautiful brother doing?"

Su Li stroked its head and replied softly, "He went to save his beloved, exchanging his life for hers. He's a fool."

The little phoenix rubbed his fingertips, seeming to understand, then raised her head and looked at him with her bright black eyes: "Brother, do you have such a beloved person in your heart?"

He withdrew his hand, leaned back on the soft chair, and resumed his lazy and casual look: "Of course not."