Chapter 58 You Still Have Me

The green flames surged instantly in the dungeon, igniting a demonic inferno upon contact. The young man charged alone towards the flames, his robes billowing in the wind, a testament to his desperate courage.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Yao Jin stared intently at the figure, her chest pounding with what felt like thousands of rabbits jumping and leaping, or like countless pebbles being thrown into a lake, creating ripples all around.

Jiuge's hand slowly descended, a gesture of destruction. In a flash, Yaojin suddenly rose and rushed towards Jiuge. Although she was supposed to be blocking Jiuge's path, she turned her back and hugged Jiuge, completely exposing her back. "Stop!"

"no!!"

A scream rang out, filled with a panicked helplessness as if the voice had been ripped apart, and it exploded in my ears.

In an instant, Meng Ji's entire body stopped in place. It was a sudden stop, and he looked somewhat disheveled. His meticulously styled hair swayed and fell down his temples.

Even without wind, those messy black hairs floated in the air, evoking a sense of lonely bitterness.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, “You…”

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In the end, Meng Ji was still locked up in a cell, and Yao Jin was also imprisoned with him.

He sat calmly to the side with a cold face, and his detached expression made Yao Jin feel extremely guilty for a moment.

If this happened hundreds of years later, when Yao Jin had experienced more, he might be able to see through this kind of trial-like approach at a glance. Unfortunately, Yao Jin has not yet left the Demon Realm, and his judgment of people is not yet so sharp, so this sense of guilt is particularly fierce.

After a while, Yao Jin moved closer to him. The rustling sounds were particularly noticeable in the cell. She hooked her finger on his robe, feigning weakness, and asked, "Want to drink some of my blood?"

Meng Ji kept his eyes closed and ignored him.

Yao Jin only saw him silently turn his head to one side.

Yao Jin forced himself closer, saying, "You've suffered a very serious injury. My blood has healing properties; my father used to recover completely after drinking my blood."

Yao Jin was unaware that she was a derivative that split off from the Demon King's body. Her blood was merely returning to its origin to nourish the Demon King. She simply believed that her blood had some extraordinary effects. Now, seeing that the wound on Meng Ji's chest was not healing for a long time, she became anxious and couldn't wait to make him drink her blood to heal.

Meng Ji pursed his lips and coldly turned his face back. He didn't ask why Jiu Gege could recover after drinking her blood. Instead, he coldly asked, with his expressionless face, "Even if I die, what does it have to do with you?"

From this angle, you can see the other person's handsome, straight nose, his blood-stained and disheveled clothes, and the muscle lines that run down from his Adam's apple.

Yao Jin inexplicably took a breath.

Meng Ji seemed to notice, yet also seemed not to notice. He slightly bent one leg, adopting a relaxed posture, and his wide collar instantly opened even wider. "Hmm?"

Yao Jin instantly realized this was a gesture of invitation, but his eyes remained fixed on the chest muscles.

"What is our relationship?"

"My death will not do you any harm."

“How can it be okay? How can it be harmless? You’re my person…” Yao Jin suddenly shut up, her eyes wary, scolding him like a small animal, “Are you trying to trick me into talking?”

In the darkness, Meng Ji finally offered his eyes as if in charity, turning his face completely to the side, his dark pupils shrouded in a strange light. "Oh?"

"Why would I try to trick you? I'm just a servant by your side, and even if I die, I'll just be a prisoner of the immortals."

"What right do I have to try and get information out of Miss?"

That's right, but Yao Jin inexplicably felt that wasn't the case. However, her mind was no longer able to process anything, and she just stared motionlessly at the other person's broken, handsome face.

“I didn’t treat you like a servant, I think I’m actually a little pleased…” Yao Jin unconsciously loosened his grip, then suddenly his ears twitched, “Who is it?! Show yourself!”

From the shadows, Chu Fengliu emerged shakily, carrying something in his arms that was difficult to see clearly.

Once he got closer to the two of them, he hurriedly threw what he was holding at Meng Ji, saying, "This is what you wanted."

This is the Origin Tracing Mirror that Chu Fengliu obtained after years of knowing the terrain of Buzhou Mountain like the back of his hand. During that time, he crawled through eighteen dog holes and risked being caught by the guarding junior cultivators to finally steal it.

But when he came "at the risk of his life," the kind of emotional expression he had imagined, the one that made him cry, did not appear. Instead, the other party stared at him with a cold, almost indifferent look.

Meng Ji's gaze was sharp as a blade; if it could solidify, it would surely slice into every inch of Chu Fengliu's flesh.

He sighed, "You've come just in time."

In an instant, Chu Fengliu broke out in a cold sweat.

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At the same time, a drop of sweat fell with a soft thud.

Chunqing was pressed to the ground, her face contorted in pain, surrounded by glistening wetness. "Mmm..."

She tilted her head back, frowned, her eyes covered by a veil, her expression one of extreme pain and unbearable suffering, yet even this failed to elicit the slightest pity from the person on top of her.

Jiuge's face was ashen, his body throbbing rapidly, and a trace of violent aura inexplicably permeated the air.

A moment later, Jiuge stopped, took a deep breath, and pushed Chunqing off her. "Without these eyes, there's a lot less fun."

Chunqing was violently thrown aside, rolling like a rag doll, crashing into several decorations before finally coming to a stop on a table leg in the room. She endured the burning pain in her abdomen and took a deep breath, "Demon Lord, your divine fall is almost uncontrollable."

While the God's Fall is indeed powerful, this breakthrough was not yet timed. The Demon King only comprehended it during his death, and now that he has achieved it ahead of schedule, it is like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. The consequence of his weak foundation is that his current body cannot withstand it.

No one knows this better than Jiuge, and only he knows it.

The ever-burning demonic fire was causing his blood vessels to break, and he was only being repaired by his powerful demonic arts. Jiuge pressed his forehead and remained silent.

There are actually two solutions to this situation. One is to repair the Mirror of Origin and spin the Time Wheel again to return to the moment of resurrection, without forcibly breaking through. The other is to refine the Golden Essence and use her bloodline to repair one's damaged foundation.

But once people get used to powerful forces, how can they be willing to go back to the way things were before?

Jiuge stared at the ground with a sinister look, seemingly lost in thought.

On the other side

Chu Fengliu: "I came as soon as I got the things. Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

He did it on purpose, of course, but he certainly couldn't say it.

Meng Ji did not answer. His gaze was drawn to the scattered bloodstains on one side. The situation had been extremely chaotic, with many bloodstains throughout the dungeon. However, one spot was glowing green and burning like white phosphorus. Moreover, this white phosphorus had a movement pattern. It first scattered in place for a while, and then, as if attracted by something, it suddenly swept across the ground and devoured another patch of bloodstains.

Meng Ji's expression hardened, and he suddenly looked up at Yao Jin.

Yao Jin was startled and put his hands behind his back on the ground, asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The healed wound, still glistening with undried blood, instantly attracted the burning green flames, which surged forward along its trail. Meng Ji abruptly stood up and lunged forward, then, with a grim expression, extinguished the flames, his palm instantly scorched, black smoke spreading from it.

Yao Jin felt a pang of heartache seeing this, and quickly took his injured hand and blew on it, asking, "What is this?"

"I'm fine." Meng Ji lowered his eyes, looked at her deeply, and paused. "This is the Demon King's blood."

Father's blood? Yao Jin was completely bewildered by the situation. "What does that mean?"

Meng Ji seemed to be considering his options. After a moment, he lowered his other intact hand to his side and tapped the ground lightly with his fingertips. "It seems your blood is very attractive to the Demon King. What kind of technique does the Demon King practice?"

The sounds echoed in the silent dungeon, one after another, rhythmically.

"Demon Fall." Chunqing stepped into the dungeon with the rhythmic sound and said, following the direction of the sound, "It's Demon Fall."

Chunqing walked slowly and steadily, as if she had rehearsed it a thousand times, until she reached the depths of the dungeon and stopped. She paused, as if waiting for something, until the tapping sound rang out again, and then she continued, "The Demon King does indeed show signs of going mad, and only Miss may be able to suppress him."

This is the worst guess. Meng Ji had already deduced it long before Po Jun revealed Yao Jin's background.

Yao Jin was a little confused. "Sister Chunqing, what are you talking about?"

Tap, tap, another rhythmic tapping sound rang out.

Chunqing's ears twitched, and she said, "Miss, you should know."

"Know? Know what?"

In fact, from the moment Chunqing stepped into the dungeon, from the moment her tattered clothes, which she hadn't had time to change, and the moment the wounds that had once been hidden by the clothes were exposed, Yaojin had a bad feeling.

But when Chunqing told him everything, Yaojin's heart sank to the bottom.

She collapsed, clutching her head and curling up helplessly, as if that would give her some sense of security. "So I'm just a byproduct that split off from him, even if you count the demons!"

"There is a reason why he loves me, and all of this is based on the premise that I am his blood."

"So you've always been so nice to me because of him!!"

When everything you believe in is shattered, and everything is built on conditions, even if the emotion is real, it creates a strong sense of falsehood.

Truth and falsehood intertwined, everything was overturned.

"It's alright, you still have me, you still have me." Meng Ji stepped forward and forcefully pulled Yao Jin's hand away, pressing her head into his arms. His clothes were instantly soaked, and dark watermarks spread deep into his heart, weighing heavily on the heart of the person close to him.

Meng Ji was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and carefully ran his hands through her hair, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Don't hurt yourself, it's not worth it."

After saying that, he gently yet forcefully wrapped his ten fingers around her palm, interlocking his fingers to smooth the bloody scratches caused by his fingernails digging into her flesh, ignoring the scratches on his own hands.

In an instant, the skin and flesh split open.

He willingly shared her pain, and again and again, patiently told her, "You still have me."

Even if the sky falls, I'll still be there for you.

"I'll cover for you."