Chapter 43 is Poison

The Great Ascension Realm is no different from that of an immortal; no one on this continent has ever seen a cultivator at the Great Ascension Realm.

Even the Demon King had to retreat under such a powerful offensive.

The claws collided with the sword energy, causing the earth to tremble with the strongest tremor since the beginning of time. As the tremor subsided, the Demon King's claws were cleaved in two by the Frostflower Sword, and the bloody aura on the stark white bones slowly dissipated.

Amidst the surrounding chaos, the young man strode out.

"Get behind me." Meng Ji tapped his finger lightly, using his spiritual power to protect Yao Jin's heart meridian, preventing her from being troubled by her injuries for the time being.

My body felt as if it had been sprinkled with clean water, and the pain was gone. I should have found peace and tranquility.

At this moment, Yao Jin's mind was in complete chaos. The chaos stemmed from Meng Ji's overwhelming strength, which had shattered her understanding of the world, and her father, who seemed to be on the verge of death.

It was the same a hundred years ago; he killed his father, and then he killed her!

No one understands the feeling of impending death better than someone who has died once. Moreover, this is the soul. If even the soul is gone, can the Mirror of Origin still trace everything back to its source?

For some reason, this thought, which she had never doubted before, came to her mind. And once this thought arose, it was like a curse, spreading terribly into Yao Jin's heart.

What if they really can't be resurrected?

Yao Jin was troubled by a sudden thought. She gripped the Body Tempering Grass tightly in her hand. She stared blankly at the dissipating white bones, as bewildered as a small animal.

She cried out mournfully, "Father, Father!"

Leng Dandan burst into laughter at this moment. This was exactly what she had been waiting for. She stepped forward and said in a panic, "She is a demon! She is the Demon King's daughter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a storm erupted.

It is common knowledge that the demonic energy leaked from the golden shatterer just now, but the scene was chaotic at the time, and everyone was struggling to protect themselves, so they didn't have the energy to investigate.

Since the beginning of the secret realm, all wars have been caused by monsters.

Now another demon has arrived, and it's the Demon King's daughter! Everyone held their natal swords and stared intently at Yao Jin.

"The Demon King's daughter deserves to die!"

"That's not right. If she's the Demon King's daughter, how could she have been injured by him?"

"Perhaps the monster is cunning and is deliberately putting on a show to make us careless."

"Who cares? Dogs fighting each other, it's hard to tell. Anyway, she's injured, so now's the perfect time to kill her and prevent future trouble."

Yao Jin was held in Po Jun's arms. These voices made her hate even more, but she dared not look up because she had already exhausted her magic power and returned to her original face. At this moment, the only person she dared not see was Meng Ji.

Her lowered head and silent demeanor was interpreted by everyone as tacit agreement.

"Ding Wang, you, you've betrayed us?" Xie Shou suddenly realized at this moment.

“Ding Wang is long dead,” Meng Ji said, his lips slightly pursed.

He shouldn't have defended it, nor did he have the right to do so.

It was simply that protecting his disciple was in accordance with his principles. Moreover, he still had the image of the girl rushing towards him in his mind, which was why he had intervened to help her and protect her heart meridian. Little did he expect that she was the daughter of the Demon King.

Meng Ji: "Yesterday I detected demonic energy on 'Ding Wang,' but I don't know what his intentions are..."

He always felt that this situation was a mystery; the truth of the matter should be one way, but it didn't seem to be entirely like that.

Upon hearing this, Leng Dandan quickly said, "Senior brother, I also heard the two of them talking last night, but because she is the daughter of the Demon King, Dan'er was afraid that senior brother would not be able to defeat her, so I dared not say anything. I did not expect that senior brother has actually advanced to the Great Ascension Realm. Senior brother, you should not have kept it from me."

Leng Dandan felt increasingly relieved, her eyes showing both worry and exhaustion, as if she had tossed and turned all night without sleeping.

After a pause, Leng Dandan turned to Meng Ji and said, "Senior brother, she is the Demon King's daughter, we cannot let her go."

"Who do you think you are, daring to spout such nonsense!" Po Jun shouted at her. He stood up and summoned his pet demon, which at the same time transformed into its original form. Its already imposing body began to grow horizontally, standing like a small mountain.

He placed the dazed Yao Jin aside and said, "Wait for me. After I've dealt with them, I'll take you back to the demon realm."

Po Jun is the illegitimate son of the Demon King and a demon. Although he has cultivated in the Demon Realm for many years, the Demon Realm is his true territory.

He put the man down, conjured a weapon, and the sounds of fighting and shouting immediately filled the air.

The monsters returned in hordes, even more numerous than before, densely packed together in groups.

The body-tempering grass was left lying alone to the side, its head in complete chaos, while roars echoed in its ears.

She looked up and saw Meng Ji reaping heads from the surging tide of demons, one sword strike after another.

The demon could emit a kind of illusion, and the longer it remained outside, the greater its impact on the disciples. The snake-headed man was already enormous, and now it pounced on the group from the ground, biting them one by one as easily as if it were a snack. The disciples who were bitten either lost an arm or had several bloody holes in their legs, looking extremely disheveled.

Po Jun, surrounded by these demons, was even more ferocious. His goal was simple: he leaped to Leng Dandan's side and slapped her directly. "What kind of drug did you use that almost affected my sanity?"

Leng Dandan coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and screamed loudly. For some reason, her cherry-red lips could utter a voice as high-pitched as a seagull's, "Senior brother, save me, please save me!!"

Meng Ji slashed at a demon, then spun around to avoid the blood it spilled. Hearing the sound, he returned to Leng Dandan's side and shielded her behind him, saying, "Step back."

With a single sword stroke, he deflected Po Jun's claws, and with a few more light flicks of his wrist, he slashed dozens of wounds across Po Jun's body and face.

The Great Ascension Realm is incredibly powerful, and with the added blessing of his natal sword, even Po Jun, who has been struggling to cultivate for years, is no match for him.

This is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people. It's not that Po Jun is ordinary; as a demon general, he naturally has extremely strong talent. But no matter how diligent he is, like cultivating demonic arts, he can't compare to a genius's sudden enlightenment in a single breath. Moreover, Meng Ji has also been cultivating all along.

The Nine Frosty Swords are all incredibly talented and amazing.

The young immortal lord's sword strike shook mountains and rivers, forcing Po Jun into a series of defeats.

Po Jun was knocked to the ground and rolled to Yao Jin's side. He was weak and clutching his chest, spitting out blood, but he still insisted, "Give me the Body Tempering Grass. I'll feed it to him when I fight him later."

"Sweetie, once he's eaten, I'll take you away from here."

Yao Jin couldn't understand how things had turned out this way. Her father's sudden appearance and disappearance, and the serious injury of her companions, had left her in a state of utter confusion. She covered her head and screamed, "Forget it, I won't take the Mirror of Origin anymore. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Po Jun lowered his head, his voice somewhat dark, "The Mirror of Tracing Origins? So your Demonic Scale is on him because you placed the Mirror of Tracing Origins on him, so you fed him the Body Tempering Grass to help him reshape his meridians, and when you took the Mirror of Tracing Origins while reshaping his meridians, it wouldn't hurt him?"

"Is it right?"

Yao Jin no longer cared about retrieving the Mirror of Origin. She lowered her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and said, "Let's go, let's go, let's get out of here first..."

“Go, you can’t leave.” Leng Dandan said with no small amount of resentment.

Leng Dandan's words were not unfounded; all the disciples of the Immortal Sect were present at the moment, so letting them leave was not an option.

Meng Ji's sword-wielding hand was incredibly fast and steady, as effortless as if he were practicing with his disciples in a celestial sect. With a single swing of his sword, he severed Po Jun's arm, and with a light tap of his other hand, he retrieved the golden light protecting Yao Jin.

"Since you are the daughter of the Demon King, you cannot leave."

Countless sword lights, like a torrential rain, rushed towards the two of them.

Po Jun's eyes darkened, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stepped forward to meet him.

Everything happened too fast. The pain from the severe injury to his meridians and the body of Po Jun flying out of the ground occurred at the same time. His vision went black in waves, and all he could see was the blood-stained body-tempering grass.

This must be a dream.

Yao Jin was stunned and thought to herself. At this moment, her hair was blown into a mess by the overwhelming sword energy, and a large patch of black hair covered her face. Suddenly, a line of small words flashed in her palm: Death countdown, 100%.

But the stinging pain of the past could not compare to the pain that spread throughout the body, and the pain in the palm of the hand became less noticeable.

With half her face covered, she slightly raised her eyes and looked at Meng Ji holding the sword. She had a thousand words she wanted to say, but she couldn't say them. She just kept shedding tears.

Leng Dandan watched all this with satisfaction. She channeled her spiritual power into her hands, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Yao Jin. "You bitch, die!"

Just one step away, and this one palm strike would surely kill that vile woman. Even if her senior brother discovered her true nature then, he couldn't blame her, since she was only doing it for the sake of righteous exorcism.

Senior brother can only, and will only, belong to her.

The moment the spiritual energy descended upon the girl, Leng Dandan couldn't help but smile. Although some people thought this action didn't suit Leng Dandan's delicate appearance, they also knew that she was only doing it for the sake of the righteous sects of the immortals, and they all praised her for her righteousness.

But one person's pupils suddenly contracted, "Madam!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Meng Ji deflected Leng Dandan's attack. He threw down his sword and rushed toward the silent girl on the ground.

All the onlookers saw was the Immortal Lord rushing frantically towards the Witch in the lake of blood. In just a few steps, he stumbled and fell several times, making his robes, which had remained untouched by the previous battle, filthy and disgusting.

"Shake the gold, shake the gold." Meng Ji's eyes were bloodshot as he brushed the strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead behind her ear.

"I should have checked again; I shouldn't have failed to recognize you."

"It's my fault. I'll take you with me, okay?"

That distraught girl, who was nearly dead, could only be his Yaojin.

Meng Ji hugged her tightly, heartbroken, and continuously channeled his spiritual energy to heal her wounds.

The moment the spiritual energy was pushed away, Leng Dandan wanted to stop, but it was too late. She was attacked by the backlash of the spiritual energy and spat out blood.

She clutched her stomach in pain, but still managed to utter a surprised exclamation, "Senior brother, it's actually sister?"

"My sister is a demon..."

"Your wife, she is actually a demon."

When one plan failed, Leng Dandan devised another. She led the crowd to look at Yao Jin kneeling on the ground and guided them, "She is the daughter of the Demon King. Her marriage to you must have ulterior motives. She probably infiltrated the immortal sect to resurrect her Demon King father!"

Since identity is involved, this is no longer a personal issue, but concerns the entire immortal sect.

Xie Shou spoke first, "Immortal Lord, your wife is a demon, you shouldn't protect her."

"She is a demon! You should uphold justice and kill her!"

Everyone agreed, and for a time, cries of condemnation rose and fell.

It still happened.

The more you fear something, the less likely you are to avoid it.

Before the event occurred, Yao Jin was anxious and uneasy. She planned and schemed to avoid this situation, but when it actually happened, she felt a calm she had never experienced before.

What should be done and what shouldn't be done—it's all predetermined, isn't it?

Yao Jin coldly stared at the Body Tempering Grass, then looked up at Meng Ji, who was holding her.

Their eyes met, the boy's gaze was red, and he made no attempt to hide the regret in his eyes. He did not back down because of the accusations of the crowd, nor did he attack her because of her identity. He simply held her and protected her.

She didn't love the wrong person, just the timing and circumstances were wrong.

Yao Jin was happy because of this realization, and she didn't complain about the unfairness of fate. For her, it was always better for a relationship to end at its deepest point than to end in a messy, disjointed way.

Thinking this, Yao Jin's full lips curled up again. She pushed away Meng Ji's hand that was helping her continue healing, pinched his cheek with her fingers, and said fiercely, "Open your mouth."

Although he didn't understand why, Meng Ji obediently opened his mouth, and the immortal herb passed through his throat. He didn't show any suspicion or ask any questions. He just gently continued to place his hand on Yao Jin's chest to continue healing her wounds. "Madam, don't be stubborn. Rest first."

Yao Jin looked at him and said, "Aren't you going to ask me what I gave you to eat?"

The lady has a strong temper, and if he doesn't comply, she will inevitably get angry. Now is not the time to indulge her temper, so Meng Ji can only send spiritual energy while soothing her, "Hmm, what is it?"

"poison!"