22 – Unbearable to Look At. No matter when, the Demon Lord will absolutely not be incapable…
No matter when, the Demon Lord would absolutely never be incapable…
The Demon Lord himself clearly realized this as well.
The protective effect of the demon blood might not last long, but even if it only temporarily prevented him from harming her in the slightest, it was enough to infuriate the Supreme Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.
Liu Wuzhi decided to give him an out: “It might also be because you’re injured and not quite up to it.”
Whether plant or animal, after taking human form, they normally wouldn’t display too many non-human features. At this moment, the Demon Lord had manifested wings and couldn’t even stand, likely due to severe injuries.
Yuan Lan: “…”
Demon Lord: “…”
Little Immortal Grass didn’t know that sometimes, sitting could be more imposing than standing.
Little Immortal Grass also didn’t know that no matter when, the Demon Lord would absolutely never be incapable.
Fortunately, the surrounding Immortal Sect disciples had already withdrawn, the freed denizens of the demon realm had swiftly fled for their lives, and the Defiled Realm Lord Mu Yingyou had perished with his soul scattered and spirit vanished before the dual realm seal. Only a group of magical beasts that didn’t understand human speech remained at the scene.
Yuan Lan stiffly changed the subject, taking out an object: “This was left for Lady Wuzhi by that leading righteous disciple earlier. This subordinate retrieved it from near the magical beasts. Please take a look, Sovereign Lord.”
Upon hearing this, Liu Wuzhi’s eyes suddenly brightened: So Senior Brother hadn’t abandoned her after all, and had even left a communication mirror!
She hopped eagerly to take it, but the Demon Lord floated seated mid-air, making it impossible for her to reach.
With a light tap of his knuckle, the Immortal Sect’s Restrictive Seal on the surface of the communication mirror was easily broken, and the recorded message within appeared before their eyes—
“Lady Wuzhi,” Liu Shao called out somewhat hesitantly, “I know you may have important matters to discuss. But Fang Xuan is afflicted by a Forbidden Art and is nearing critical condition, and the other disciples also show signs of Spiritual Power depletion. I have no choice but to return first.”
Liu Wuzhi’s right wrist suddenly felt a burning sensation. Looking down, she saw three emerald-green Sword Marks branded on the Daling acupoint, overflowing with Spiritual Essence, like sparkling little leaves.
“I presumptuously left protective Sword Marks when we were close earlier, to repay your life-saving grace,” Liu Shao’s voice drifted from the air. “Though these talismans may not compare to the Tai Xuan Sect’s Soul Condensation Seal, they can still withstand three fatal injuries.”
As for what the Soul Condensation Seal was, Liu Wuzhi had just witnessed it on Mu Yingyou.
The Azure Mist Sect primarily cultivates healing arts and swordsmanship, and their mastery of talismans and Soul Arts might not be the most refined. But just thinking that Senior Brother still remembered her made little Lingzhi’s heart swell with joy.
Her happy emotions bubbled up like an underground spring, and her fondness for the life-preserving Sword Marks was completely unconcealed. Baili Zheque’s brows furrowed darkly, feeling even more displeased than when he saw her immune to his killing moves.
Crack! His bamboo-like fingers closed lightly, directly crushing the communication mirror.
The fragments refracted a dazzling array of colorful light. Liu Wuzhi stared in shock: “That was from Senior Brother to me!”
“Not yet having entered the sect, yet already calling him Senior Brother,” Baili Zheque lifted his eyelids coldly. “Quite adept at seeking reliance.”
“Compensate me!” The hope of contacting her sect had been within reach only to be shattered. For the first time, Liu Wuzhi was this angry, wishing she could jump up and bite him.
The Demon Lord released his oppressive aura, directly blasting the fragments into dust.
Liu Wuzhi was stunned by his tyranny.
No wonder the Immortal Venerable wanted to fight the Demon Lord—Baili Zheque really needed to be taught a lesson!
As her anger subsided, Baili Zheque lazily propped his arm, his expression relaxing slightly: “Want to go to the Immortal Sect? You might as well just tear apart the dual realm seal.”
Beneath the sky, the purple-gold seal flowed calmly, having even strengthened further after devouring part of Mu Yingyou’s soul.
Liu Wuzhi knew she was powerless to deal with the situation. Pouting, she secretly glared at the Demon Lord. The hint of complaint was too faint, almost like a coquettish whine: Then why don’t you tear one apart first? That would be perfect for sending me home.
From his elevated vantage point, the girl’s encouraging look in her eyes was unmistakable, which somewhat surprised Baili Zheque.
With her body, proficient only in seduction arts and nothing else, once the seal was broken, she would likely be annihilated body and soul in an instant. However, the Soul-Ferrying Bell she was so fixated on could indeed protect her soul for a few breaths.
Perhaps knowing that Baili Xuanye would not spare her life, she wanted to flee to an Immortal Sect to survive?
Recalling some long-forgotten past events, Baili Zheque let out a silent, faint sneer.
The hypocritical facade of the Imperial Ancestor of the Immortal Alliance had truly deceived many.
Like those self-righteous disciples, like this Fallen Immortal spy.
Like Baili Zheque himself in the past.
Baili Xuanye was exceedingly cunning. Even through Mu Yingyou’s memories, his hiding place could not be confirmed.
After the Spiritual Power tide receded, the Desolate Ruins sealed shut. It was better to return to the palace for now.
The journey there had been smooth, but the return was fraught with dangers. Just as Mu Yingyou had said, what reached the Demon Palace before Liu Wuzhi and her companions did was the news of Baili Zheque’s patricide. The Defiled Realm Lord had sent the message with his death, and the other Realm Lords were now like startled birds. The fate of the three rebellious realms was still fresh in everyone’s minds. While the demons appeared to hold their positions on the surface, they secretly colluded with one another, plotting to ambush the Demon Lord, whose old wounds had flared up, along the way.
After dealing with the first wave of assassins, whether out of exhaustion, weariness, or to conserve energy, the Demon Lord neither teleported nor opened a formation. Instead, he chose to ride a two-headed demon lizard back, parading through the open.
Torn between the Sovereign Lord’s oppressive aura and the camaraderie of fellow patients, the two-headed demon lizard swayed left and right, ultimately resulting in Baili Zheque and Liu Wuzhi each riding one of its heads.
A storm was brewing, yet the person at the eye of it remained unperturbed, leisurely toying with two crystal beads.
Behind Baili Zheque to the side, the Calamity-Darkness Guardian rode a Bone-Eroding Wolf. Having received a bamboo scroll from the Sovereign Lord, he focused on deciphering the coded message.
Most of the magical beasts had been left at the border of the Empty Desolation. Those accompanying the three were either tainted with poison or illness, or too dangerous to be left roaming in the wild. Liu Wuzhi greeted each of her traveling magical beast companions in turn, then secretly flipped through a couple more pages of the obscure Seven Souls Soul-Guiding Tome. Seeing the long road ahead, she felt immensely bored.
With Yuan Lan occupied with serious matters, she turned to the Demon Lord, who had been playing with the amethyst beads for hours.
Looking closely, she saw that those fragmented glimmers had coalesced into segments of images before the Demon Lord. After examining them, Liu Wuzhi realized these were actually memory fragments of the Defiled Realm Lord Mu Yingyou and her Dao companion Cang Yu.
“Didn’t Brother Cang Yu sacrifice himself long ago? How did you obtain his memories?”
Compared to the journey here, the Demon Lord’s wariness toward her had slightly eased. If she asked a few more times, he would occasionally offer a terse reply: “Killed a few Immortal Venerables, pieced them together.”
“How many?”
“Didn’t count.”
“Then you’re really amazing.”
Demon Lord: ?
Liu Wuzhi recalled the gruesome corpses she had seen on the purple crystal music platform when she first arrived in the demon realm. That senior from the Immortal Alliance might have contributed some fragments as well.
Killing people was far more difficult than cutting grass. These memories were not something just anyone could piece together. Rare things are precious, so Liu Wuzhi immediately seized the opportunity to observe them carefully.
The first half of the past events was nothing more than immortals and demons meeting, fighting and killing. Yet, after just a few clashes, the man and woman inexplicably embraced each other. Later, they began biting each other’s lips.
The scene gradually became too indecent to watch. Baili Zheque frowned and averted his gaze, only to see the undercover beauty beside him still staring unblinkingly at the projection.
A woman who specialized in seduction arts truly had no shame.
Liu Wuzhi usually spent her time wandering around the Azure Mist Sect’s Herbal Garden and the back mountains. She knew many ways animals communicated, but intimate human behavior was not permitted to be observed within the sect, so she actually knew very little about it.
Seizing this rare learning opportunity, Little Immortal Grass eagerly asked questions: “Why do they take off their clothes when fighting? Are they both very hot? Why don’t they call more people to help?”
“Is Sister Mu Yingyou riding a horse on Cangyu’s waist? Why doesn’t she say ‘giddy-up,’ but instead meows like a cat?”
“Under the blanket, something seems to be swelling up and down?”
Baili Zheque closed his eyes to rest, initially unwilling to respond. But as the girl’s words grew increasingly wanton and indecent, he could bear it no longer and directly cast a silencing spell onto her face.
Liu Wuzhi: “…”
Though deprived of the freedom to speak, her thirst for knowledge remained unquenched. Coincidentally, the Demon Lord’s arm rested nearby. Liu Wuzhi leaned over and began writing on his wide sleeve.
Beside the Demon Lord, there were no distracting sounds, making the tactile sensation all the more vivid.
A trace of warmth meandered along the fabric’s weave. Because the touch was too gentle, it was impossible to discern what she was writing. The lingering sensation was like a faint, thread-like itch, akin to a stone dropped into still water, rippling out in countless tiny waves.
Even the bone-deep pain in his right eye seemed to be diluted by this light touch.
Not long ago, she had been filled with anger, unleashing childish resentments. Yet now, she seemed to have already forgotten her grudge against him for destroying the communication mirror.
Baili Zheque’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his knuckles unconsciously curling.
Don’t even think about bewitching him.
Lost in thought, the scene had already progressed to the moment of life-and-death separation between Cangyu and Mu Yingyou.
Watching as Cangyu in the projection walked toward the dual realm seal, Liu Wuzhi poked the Demon Lord vigorously, conveying with her eyes: He doesn’t seem willing.
Baili Zheque, skilled in reading people, naturally noticed the abnormality as well.
The coincidence lay in how this seemingly normal yet involuntary demeanor resembled the symptoms of the disciple Fang Xuan in the illusion.
To prevent the so-called “Demon calamity,” over the centuries, countless members of the Immortal Alliance had exhausted their lifeblood for the dual realm seal. Behind these acts of seemingly selfless sacrifice, what conspiracies and schemes lay hidden?
The Amethyst scattered. Baili Zheque turned his silver eyes: “You seem quite knowledgeable about the Immortal Sects.”
The silencing spell had been lifted at some point. Liu Wuzhi hurriedly covered up: “I learned it all from books.”
Seeing that the Demon Lord seemed unconvinced, she added details to bolster her credibility: “The books not only wrote about the Five Cities and Ten Continents but also the Seven Territories and Eight Wildlands… Oh, right, and you.”
“It said you have a face like spring mountains, a heart like a Rakshasa, are heartless and unrighteous, and are two-faced.”
Every word sounded as if she were using old sayings to insult him, yet she remained utterly unaware.
Baili Zheque lowered his lashes, his gaze sliding from his own sleeve to her fingertips, then scrutinizing the girl’s beautiful face from bottom to top. He drawled lazily: “My beloved consort also has two faces.”
His tone was icy yet tinged with amusement, devoid of any inflection. Liu Wuzhi grew even more nervous.
What did he mean by two faces? Could the Demon Lord have discovered she had one body, two souls?!
“Fallen Immortal Wuzhi.” The Rakshasa demon cloaked in the appearance of spring mountains and bright moonlight whispered coldly by her ear.
“Before turning to the Demon Path, who were you?”
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