Junior Brother Pays Respect to You: Chapter 40 - Dream Come True
Chapter 40: Dream Come True
“Demon?” Qin Zheng turned to look at the junior disciple who had just spoken, feeling a bit surprised.
He remembered Qin Su once said that the passage between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm had already been sealed by the Mountain God, Yu Jingchen. Only the soul remnants of demons who had died remained in the human realm, and those souls had long since been captured and imprisoned by cultivators.
But the demon in front of him clearly looked different from the ones they had encountered in the Third-Tier Forest.
Qin Zheng couldn’t help but remind, “Wasn’t the passage to the Demon Realm already sealed?”
The junior disciple nodded in confusion. “That’s what the books say too, but this person is definitely from the Demon Race. Red pupils are the most obvious trait of a demon.”
Their conversation was heard word-for-word by the man, who glanced at them with a sneer on his face.
“Do you people think too highly of that so-called Mountain God?”
“With just Yu Jingchen’s power, you think you can permanently seal the Demon Realm? You’re seriously underestimating us demons.”
Thinking about how demons were naturally cruel and brutal, Qin Zheng swallowed nervously.
Why was he so unlucky? He had barely arrived here and hadn’t even gotten close to Qin Su before ending up in a situation where he might not live to see the sunrise.
The surrounding junior disciples all fell silent—whether from fear or something else, no one spoke.
Qin Zheng figured maybe this demon had taken the wrong people. Logically, they should be after Yu Jingchen.
Could it be that, like the demons in the forest, this person mistook them as Yu Jingchen’s people?
Qin Zheng composed himself and cautiously asked, “We don’t really have any grudges, do we?”
“Logically speaking, your enemy should be Yu Jingchen, right?”
“Sure, our Tianque Sect is located on Mount Yujing, but that doesn’t mean we have any ties with the Mountain God.”
“All of us here—no, everyone in the Tianque Sect—has never even seen the Mountain God since we joined.” He looked around at the others and added, “Right?”
The disciples didn’t speak, but they all nodded.
“So why exactly did you bring us here?” Qin Zheng asked.
“You don’t think capturing us will make the Mountain God show up, do you?”
The demon chuckled and said as he walked, “Because it’s convenient.”
His casual tone made it sound like he just didn’t feel like walking too far—Qin Zheng choked on the rest of what he wanted to say.
After a short pause, the demon added slowly, “And today’s matter has nothing to do with Yu Jingchen.”
If that’s the case, Qin Zheng thought, then it makes even less sense for them to be kidnapped. Feeling irritated, he asked, “Then why did you capture us?”
The demon didn’t seem to mind Qin Zheng’s tone. He simply strolled over to the junior disciple at the far end and smiled, “You’ll know soon enough.”
Qin Zheng craned his neck, trying to see what he was about to do.
He saw the demon raise one hand, and a bracelet-like object appeared out of thin air.
Squinting, Qin Zheng stared at it—it looked very familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before.
He couldn't help but look a few more times.
He racked his brain but couldn’t remember where he’d seen it.
The demon tossed the bracelet lightly into the air, and it hovered there, slowly expanding into a large ring—big enough for an adult to pass through.
Then, he began casting a spell, directing the ring to surround the disciple in front of him.
Soon, a white film of light formed inside the ring and scanned the disciple’s body.
“Ah!” The disciple let out a scream as the light passed through him.
Startled, Qin Zheng looked at the disciple’s face—twisted in pain, pale, and drenched in sweat.
Moments later, the disciple passed out from the agony.
At the same time, the ring slowly withdrew, along with a one-inch-long golden object it had extracted from the disciple’s chest.
It floated in the air, held in place by the white light.
That tiny golden item looked like a key, and the sight of it suddenly opened a long-buried memory in Qin Zheng’s mind.
He finally remembered where he had seen that ring.
It was the same device Wei Feiluan had used!
Back then, after being thrown out of the royal palace by Wei Feiluan, he had fainted from the effects of this very item.
Staring at the golden object, a troubling question surfaced in Qin Zheng’s mind.
All this time, he thought that day had just been a dream. But now he couldn’t help but wonder—did Wei Feiluan actually take something from him?
Terrified it was all a dream again, Qin Zheng slammed his head back hard against the pillar behind him.
The dull pain confirmed that he was indeed awake.
It seemed this ring really was used to extract that golden object from the human body.
As the ring retracted, the demon reached out and grabbed the golden object, a smug smile curling at the corners of his lips.
Then, he directed the ring to the next disciple beside Qin Zheng.
That disciple was trembling all over but could only watch helplessly as the ring approached him.
Qin Zheng took a deep breath and asked, “Hey... big brother, what is that golden thing you’re holding?”
He had to know exactly what Wei Feiluan had taken from him!
The demon admired the golden object and smiled. “This is what you immortals call... a spiritual root.”
That sentence hit Qin Zheng like a thunderclap—it was as if a massive stone had been dropped into his mind.
A spiritual root?!
Qin Zheng’s eyes widened in shock, his mind in complete chaos.
His master had said he was someone without a spiritual root. Now he realized—it was because his spiritual root had already been taken out by that bastard Wei Feiluan.
And even thrown away!
At this moment, Qin Zheng’s emotions were beyond words.
The demon race had already walked up to him. Seeing his dazed expression, he couldn't help but mock, “You had so much to say just now—didn’t expect you'd be scared this quickly.”
Qin Zheng snapped back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and stared furiously at the demon before him, as if looking at Wei Feiluan himself.
He watched as the white light from the ring passed slowly through his body—but nothing happened. Qin Zheng’s face showed a trace of mockery.
“What’s going on?” The demon asked in surprise, seeing that the ring had extracted nothing.
After a pause, he muttered, “You have no spiritual root?”
“How could that be? The prestigious Tianque Sect actually accepted a disciple without a spiritual root?!”
Qin Zheng sneered, “This ring wasn’t made by you, was it?”
The man looked at Qin Zheng warily. “Who are you?”
Qin Zheng stared venomously at the ring and said, “Just a disciple of the Tianque Sect who has no spiritual root, that’s all.”
“Heh.” The man circled Qin Zheng slowly. “You seem to know a bit too much.”
“But it doesn’t matter. None of you are walking out of here alive anyway.”
Qin Zheng frowned. “Aren’t you being a bit too cruel? You already took people’s spiritual roots—can’t you at least let them live?”
The man replied with an innocent look, “Giving you a whole corpse is already me being merciful.”
Watching the man approach the next junior brother, Qin Zheng couldn’t help but start speculating.
He hadn’t done anything upon arriving here and was immediately captured—so this couldn’t be something he caused.
Which meant this kidnapping event likely really happened in the past.
Unfortunately, Qin Zheng’s memories were focused solely on cultivation. He remembered nothing of mundane matters within the Tianque Sect.
If this event had actually happened before, perhaps it was resolved successfully in the end.
Occasionally, during cultivation, he’d interact with Qin Shuang, who never mentioned anything major—except for one event: Qin Su had gone to rescue kidnapped sect disciples and was injured and went missing afterward.
!!!
Kidnapped sect disciples?
Could it be this incident?
Right now, all the junior brothers had had their spiritual roots extracted.
The next step would be to silence them permanently.
Qin Zheng silently prayed for Qin Su to appear soon.
Qin Shuang hadn’t specified whether the kidnapped disciples were rescued or not.
Just as Qin Zheng was still reciting mantras in his head, he felt something swiftly pass by his side.
A moment later, a loud crash came from behind him.
Turning around, Qin Zheng saw a familiar sword rise from the collapsed altar.
He had used that sword before—it was Qin Su’s!
Due to the surprise attack, the demon narrowly dodged.
However, the spiritual roots in his hand scattered and fell.
Qin Zheng’s heart tightened. He remembered that after Wei Feiluan tossed his spiritual root to the ground, it disappeared.
But to his amazement, the scattered spiritual roots each floated back toward their original hosts. The moment they touched their owners’ bodies, they vanished from sight.
The demon, annoyed, glanced at the spiritual roots returning to their owners, stowed away the ring, and summoned his weapon.
“So... you found me this quickly!”
Qin Zheng turned his head with joy and saw Qin Su entering from outside the temple.
When Qin Su saw Qin Zheng’s familiar look, he paused for a moment, slightly stunned.
Qin Zheng felt the ropes binding him suddenly vanish—clearly Qin Su’s doing.
After freeing everyone, Qin Su immediately engaged the demon in battle.
The temple was already in shambles. After only a few exchanges, it looked like it was about to collapse entirely.
Perhaps finding the space too cramped, the two moved their fight outside.
Seeing the temple on the verge of falling apart, Qin Zheng's heart softened. He rushed over to carry the unconscious junior brothers out one by one.
Time was tight, so he had no chance to check the battle situation.
But judging by the sounds, it was clear the two were evenly matched.
By the time Qin Zheng had carried the last junior brother to the entrance, he finally let out a breath of relief.
The very next second—a sword suddenly pierced straight through his chest, embedding itself in one of the temple’s inner columns. The blow broke the last support pillar, and the entire temple collapsed before his eyes with a thunderous crash.
It all happened so fast. Qin Zheng looked at the ruined temple in horror and instinctively touched his chest.
But there was no pain—and no blood.
It was just like what had happened in the ice cave.
Qin Zheng immediately realized—Qin Su must have used that strange ability of his again. He quickly turned to look.
Sure enough, Qin Su was visibly exhausted.
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