Chapter 2: Where Has My Beautiful Immortal Sect Gone?

Fu Qiqi had never been known for her patience. To endure someone berating her to her face—she had already tolerated it for the sake of Yu Fanjou for far too long. But now, her forbearance was at its limit; her own wellbeing mattered too.

Yu Fanjou spun around abruptly, flustered and at a loss. “Qiqi…”

Even Ye Zhixuan was taken aback—was it possible someone existed who didn’t covet the Ye family’s fortune?

Only Ye Ning’an remained impassive, regarding her with the calm detachment reserved for strangers.

“I agreed to come back, but that doesn’t mean I plan to overstay my welcome. You, Ye whatever-your-name-is, needn’t worry. A wild girl is much more endearing than you, so stop acting all high and mighty. Do you really think your foul mouth is charming?”

With that, Fu Qiqi turned her gaze to Ye Youlan. “And you, whoever-you-are Lan—have you even managed your own affairs before meddling in someone else’s marriage?”

Ye Youlan’s arrogant expression faltered, her face darkening. She shot Fu Qiqi a glare, her anger morphing into a contemptuous smile.

“Sharp-tongued, aren’t you.”

Ye Zhixuan was furious as well. “Where did you learn such unseemly manners!”

“Who taught me is none of your business. Certainly not you—and you’ve no right to pass judgment.”

“You—!” It was the first time anyone had retorted to him so boldly; Ye Zhixuan was livid, breathing heavily.

Fu Qiqi met his gaze unwaveringly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes clear as radiant glass—eyes that seemed to see right through him.

Unconsciously, Ye Zhixuan felt a pang of guilt.

Ye Youlan, however, was undeterred. “My brother’s right. Ning’an is the disciple of the Second Elder of the Xuanmen Association. What could you possibly have to compare?”

Xuanmen Association? Second Elder?

Fu Qiqi cast a glance at the so-called An’an, giving her just enough attention to be polite. In that moment, she almost felt her master would rise from the grave in outrage.

Was it so easy these days for any stray cat or dog to claim they were from the Xuanmen?

“What filth—stay as far from me as possible.” Fu Qiqi brushed her sleeves disdainfully before looking at the stunned Yu Fanjou.

“It’s obvious no one welcomes me here. And Madam Yu, you can’t protect me either, so why make things hard on yourself?”

Ye Ning’an, who had been watching coldly, smiled faintly. Such bluntness—clearly not much emotional intelligence there. Yet the remark struck Yu Fanjou to the core. She truly wasn’t yet in a position to shield Fu Qiqi; perhaps moving out was for the best.

Ye Ning’an’s background was far too complicated, and the Xuanmen… She simply couldn’t afford to cross them.

After a brief silence, Yu Fanjou nodded. “Qiqi, I have an apartment you can move into…”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Fu Qiqi gave her no chance to speak further, turning to leave.

If she stayed a second longer, tomorrow’s headlines would probably read: The Ye Family Wiped Out.

Ye Youlan watched her go, eyes filled with mockery—where did she get such confidence from?

Those simple words, yet they left Yu Fanjou aching so deeply it was hard to breathe.

All she could do was watch helplessly as Fu Qiqi walked away, her voice hoarse. “You know she was in a car accident, just released from the hospital.”

Another accident? Ye Ning’an turned back, casting a probing glance at Fu Qiqi’s departing figure. Yet she sensed no fluctuation in Fu Qiqi’s aura, and dismissed the matter.

Ye Zhixuan let out a breath, his wife’s sour expression prompting him to soften his tone. “An’an is your daughter too. As for her—she’ll be brought back sooner or later.”

As he spoke, a trace of relief and vexation mingled in his face—relief that Fu Qiqi had volunteered to move out, frustration at the old man’s decision.

Why insist on acknowledging Fu Qiqi? Wouldn’t it be better to give her some money and pretend nothing had ever happened?

Yu Fanjou shot him a look, let out a cold laugh, and turned to follow after Fu Qiqi.

—

Meanwhile, Fu Qiqi, determined to avoid Yu Fanjou catching up to her, walked far from the Ye household.

“Come out.”

She was still wearing the clothes Yu Fanjou had bought her—no luxury brand, but far from cheap. To the naked eye, she appeared to be alone.

As if speaking to thin air, she waited. The next moment, a female ghost—eyes sunken and hollow, body covered in blood—drifted timidly from her bag.

Clutching her chest dramatically, the ghost exclaimed, “That woman just now was terrifying! But she didn’t spot me—clearly, you’re the powerful one here.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Oh.”

“And besides, you’re already dead.”

“…That’s so hurtful. At least when I was alive, I was a beautiful fairy. Maybe I’ll even find a ghostly romance in the underworld. Just the thought is wonderful.”

Fu Qiqi cut short her reverie. “So, what do you want with me?”

The ghost had started following her ever since she left the hospital—if Fu Qiqi hadn’t reacted quickly, Ye Ning’an would have noticed.

When asked, the ghost stopped clutching her chest, wiping her blood-smeared face with visible excitement, though she hadn’t the energy to appear normal.

“Master, you must be the most powerful of all! No one else could find my killer—can you help me?”

Fu Qiqi raised a hand to interrupt. “So you don’t know who killed you?”

The question left the ghost dumbstruck, her spirit visibly deflating.

“I don’t know. Other ghosts have asked, but I can’t remember.”

Fu Qiqi: …

She could divine for the dead, but it would drain her spiritual energy—a resource not to be squandered.

She fell silent and walked on; the female ghost trailed behind her pitifully, sticking close as if hoping to win her favor.

“Fine. Come with me for now.”

She was, perhaps, too soft-hearted.

The ghost’s hollow eyes lit up. “Thank you, Master! You can call me Peach. Peach trees are the prettiest—I love—”

“Silence.”

“….”

—

Elsewhere, just after Fu Qiqi was discharged, another group arrived at the hospital.

“You’re saying the one in the accident died?!”

The doctor’s gaze was odd as he looked at the group, but he kept his professional demeanor. “Yes, she was gone before she even reached the hospital.”

How could that be…

The group—clad in Taoist robes—left the hospital. The middle-aged man leading them shook his head. “She’s far more formidable than we thought, able even to alter so many people’s memories and the news.”

He was clearly referring to ordinary people.

Just an hour ago, the video had been visible—now, it had vanished.

“We have to find her!”

The man lowered his eyes and sent a message to Ye Ning’an.

—

Fu Qiqi, unaware that she now had the attention of every faction within the Xuanmen, was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Where has my glorious Celestial Sect gone!”

A Celestial Sect, immortals! Living five thousand years would be nothing!

Could someone please tell her where this ramshackle Floating Cloud Daoist Temple had sprung from?