Chapter 66 Huangquan City: The Truth 1

The next morning, the sky was slightly bright, Yan Jinjin held a silver needle, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, and according to the method taught by the old man, he carefully pierced Nangong Wentian's acupoint.

"Hmm..." The person on the bed let out a low moan, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Nangong Wentian slowly opened his eyes with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and what came into his sight was Li Xiaoran's concerned face.

"Second Brother?" His voice was still a little hoarse.

Li Xiaoran leaned over and said in a gentle voice, "Third Junior Brother, you're awake." He briefly told him what happened after he fell into a coma, his encounter with the strange senior, and the situation with the magic poison and the magic grid. Nangong Wentian was silent for a moment, his eyes changed from confusion to shock, and then to complexity.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, as if feeling the completely different power in his body.

Li Xiaoran handed over the storage bag given by the old man: "The senior said that you are born with demonic bones in your body, but you can practice both human and demonic cultivation and suppress your demonic nature with good thoughts. The medicine in here can completely remove the demonic poison and also help you suppress your demonic nature."

Nangong Wentian took the storage bag, rubbed it with his fingertips, and felt the gentle yet powerful scent of the elixir inside.

He murmured in a low voice: "Human and demon dual cultivation? Born with demon bones?" Nangong Wentian finally understood. At first he thought that the man was from the demon tribe and wanted to take over his body. If that was the case, then he understood. No wonder he was kicked out of the house by his father after he was infected with the demon poison.

He was afraid that people would know that he was the child of a demon girl and him. It was ridiculous that his mother was such a kind person, but was eventually forced to commit suicide.

Before he died, he was still begging that person to treat him well.

But you see, mother, that man has been marrying concubines all the time, and he has long forgotten you. He even wanted to kill me, his own son, after he became useless.

Forget it, mother, luckily I have a sect now.

Then, he looked at Li Xiaoran, his eyes gradually becoming clearer, with a hint of relief and determination: "Second Brother, thank you very much."

"No matter what path I take in the future, I, Nangong Wentian, will always be a disciple of the Qingling Sect."

Li Xiaoran showed a relieved smile in his eyes: "We naturally believe you."

At this time, Yan Jinjin, who had been holding back and not daring to disturb them, finally found an opportunity. He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed politely.

"Hello, Third Senior Brother. I am Old Six Yan Jinjin. I have heard of your great name for a long time and I am glad to finally meet you."

Yan Jinjin's tone was excited, her eyes sparkling, full of curiosity and admiration.

Nangong Wentian looked at the spirited young man. Although his face was still pale, he showed a smile as gentle as jade.

"Hello, Junior Brother. I must have scared you guys before."

Yan Jinjin was immediately delighted. The third brother was just like the legend said! He was gentle and kind, like a gentle and elegant gentleman.

He doesn't look like he's possessed by a demon at all. This is the alchemy genius that their Qingling Sect is proud of, the uncle who is praised by everyone in the sect.

"No, no, as long as you're fine, Third Brother."

"Squeak"

The door was gently pushed open.

A delicate little head poked in, and its big black eyes accurately captured Nangong Wentian on the bed.

"Third Brother, you're awake. How do you feel?"

Xiaobai ran in with his short legs, looking up with joy in his eyes.

Nangong Wentian felt warm in his heart as he looked at this tiny junior sister who was only as tall as his thigh.

"Junior Sister." His voice was gentle, with a barely perceptible apology, "Third Senior Brother was at fault before."

Xiaobai waved his hands vigorously, his face serious: "It's not Third Brother's fault, it's that bad guy's fault, Xiaobai, I'm fine."

She paused, changed the subject, put her hands on her hips, and spoke with confidence.

"However, Third Brother, you are awake now. According to the rules, shouldn't you give Xiaobai a meeting gift and a disciple gift?"

"Puchi." Yan Jinjin couldn't help but laugh.

Li Xiaoran also shook his head helplessly. This little junior sister really never forgets to "take advantage of others" all the time.

Nangong Wentian was stunned at first, but then he was amused, and his pale face became a little more red.

His eyes were full of tenderness and doting: "Okay, when we return to the sect, Third Senior Brother will refine a lot of fruit-flavored pills for you, so that you can change the flavor every day, okay?

The remaining pills that Senior Brother has on him are not very suitable for you."

"Wow, really?" Xiaobai's eyes lit up like stars in an instant, "I want strawberry flavor, grape flavor, and sweet orange flavor."

“I’ll refine them all for you.” Nangong Wentian nodded with a smile.

"Yeah! Thank you, Third Brother. Third Brother is the best. The pills given by the previous head brother all tasted weird." Xiaobai jumped twice happily on the spot, calculating in his mind: He is worthy of being the legendary Third Brother who is as meticulous as a hair. He is so wise.

After bidding farewell to the mysterious old senior, the four finally set out on the journey to Huangquan City.

The scenery of the underworld is monotonous and gloomy. Under the gray sky, there are only occasional ghosts passing by and vague outlines of buildings in the distance.

On the way, Li Xiaoran told Nangong Wentian in detail about the sect's current situation and Xiaobai's various "great achievements" after becoming his disciple.

Nangong Wentian sometimes frowned and sometimes laughed when he listened, and he had a deeper understanding of this junior sister he had just met not long ago.

But when he talked about himself, there was still a hint of worry between his brows.

"Second Senior Brother, I now have a demon bone, and I am practicing both human and demon. In addition, I have the identity of the Demon Lord. I am afraid that this will bring endless troubles to the sect and to Master."

He paused, his tone heavy: "I'm afraid I can't get rid of this identity."

Xiaobai, who had been following quietly beside and pretending to enjoy the scenery, had his ears perked up.

She suddenly ran to Nangong Wentian, raised her little face, and said seriously: "Third Brother, don't be unhappy!"

"Didn't Grandpa say that this is called opportunity, and it's a good thing."

"Besides, you can control the 'bad you' now, right?"

Nangong Wentian looked at her serious expression and nodded.

Xiaobai showed a sly smile on his face, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Then in the future, if we accidentally do something that requires others to take the blame."

Her little finger pointed at Zhinan Gong Wentian, and then pointed to the distance: "Third Senior Brother can use the identity of the 'Demon Lord' and 'happen' to pass by, and then put the blame on those real bad guys and demons."

"This way, we are safe, and the sect is safe too!" Li Xiaoran: "..."

Yan Jinjin: “…” Can it be done this way?

Nangong Wentian was stunned at first, but then he looked at his junior sister’s “it’s all for your own good” expression and couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and the depressed mood in his chest was swept away.