Chapter 3: Shi Wenzhe's deadly maternal heart...

"I'll help you get the lotus seeds, and you give me flower and grass seeds. We'll be even then, is that a promise?"

The wolf demon nodded excitedly. Its massive size, even its shadow, pressed heavily against Shi Wenzhe, completely blocking her view. Yet, its expression was one of utter grievance, as if a long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, tinged with bitterness.

"Okay, I promise you." Shi Wenzhe helped him up, straightened his clothes, and looked at the huge white lotus.

The Pure Lotus is indeed a divine object; even just a glance at it brings peace of mind.

"You better hide." Shi Wenzhe said this and then resolutely ran towards Jing Shilian.

Jing Shilian sensed that the newcomer was hostile. Her boundless spiritual energy exploded, creating a howling wind and an endless stream of malevolent energy that swept towards Shi Wenzhe, blocking her path.

Shi Wen gritted his teeth and approached step by step.

The malevolent aura, like a hyena spotting its prey, coiled around the lotus, tightly enveloping it, and finally obscuring the faint light emanating from the white lotus.

Shi Wenzhe paused, feeling as if the world had turned dark and he couldn't find his way. The darkness amplified people's fears, and terrifying images involuntarily flashed before Shi Wenzhe's eyes.

She was like an unkillable cockroach, knocked down by the black mist and getting up again, getting up and being knocked down again, her body covered with countless tiny wounds.

Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, thinking, "My clothes were quite pretty, but they've been turned into a tattered rag. I don't know if living like this is a good thing or a bad thing. I'm suffering so much."

The wound felt like being bitten by a thousand ants, an excruciating pain. Shi Wenzhe's pitiful sobs echoed in the darkness. The wolf demon clenched his hands, his green eyes glowing like two enormous light bulbs. Shi Wenzhe occasionally glanced back and, finding the other still there, regained his courage to move forward.

Once again overwhelmed by the fierce energy, she fell and became disoriented, not knowing where she landed. The wolf demon's worried voice came from behind: "Little fool, are you alright?"

Shi Wenzhe coughed uncontrollably, suffering from severe internal injuries, but she still kindly reminded the other person, "I'm not a little fool, I'm Shi Wenzhe."

A whooshing sound rang out as gusts of green wind rushed towards her. Shi Wenzhe dodged them with a quick head movement, saying helplessly, "If you can't see, don't attack. What if you accidentally hurt me?"

The wolf demon said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to protect you."

Shi Wenzhe got up and said kindly, "Protect yourself. Your ferocity can't harm me, but it can eat you."

Shi Wenzhe was blind and could only walk in one direction at random. Jing Shilian seemed to have disappeared, and there was no light at all. Shi Wenzhe knew what was going on and walked in the direction where the violence was the heaviest and her body was in the most pain. She walked carefully, step by step, like a blind person facing danger but not afraid.

Shi Wenzhe touched something covering his feet and reached out to touch it, only to find a soft, cool, watery thing, like slime. Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but reach out and squeeze it.

As she was figuring out the shape, she was suddenly thrown over by spiritual energy. A dull, heavy thud echoed through the space, like a lead ball falling freely, and she could be heard letting out a cry of pain from the corner of her mouth.

The Pure Lotus bloomed instantly, and countless black mists rushed towards her.

Shi Wenzhe suddenly looked up, and everything before him became clear. The tall wild grass bent low in the wind, and the wailing of ghosts was incessant, like a mass grave at midnight, hiding wisps of yin energy.

The wolf demon conjured a leg bone to block the attack the moment the malevolent energy surged forth. He heard Shi Wenzhe's soft cry, but he was blocked by the malevolent energy and couldn't move forward at all. He became somewhat anxious and hurriedly asked, "Little fool... Miss Shi, how are you? Are you alright?"

Shi Wenzhe coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood: "I'm fine, I'm alright." She struggled to her feet, maintaining her balance in the strong wind, and then, in a moment of despair, randomly chose a direction and started walking forward.

A strange sensation came from the soles of his feet. Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but rub his forehead and smile bitterly, lamenting that he truly had an unlucky constitution.

In an instant, the earth shook violently. Shi Wenzhe could no longer stand and was swept away by the malevolent energy. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and then remained completely still.

Qin Wenxue, holding a long sword, landed gracefully in this desolate and barren mountain valley.

The flower garden had no flowers at all, only endless weeds and patches of dead branches. Occasionally, the sound of birds could be heard, making it seem even more desolate and bleak.

In the center of the mountain valley, the ground had been torn open, and countless black mists rushed out from the cracks in the barrier, like locusts passing through, obscuring the already scorching sun. Grass and trees were uprooted, the ground cracked and rivers dried up, and in an instant, the world changed color.

The wolf demon shouted anxiously, but received no response. He grew impatient, and his leg bones emitted a faint green light. He saw Shi Wenzhe lying on the ground, barely alive, and ran over to him.

"Miss Shi, Miss Shi!" Shi Wenzhe's fingertips twitched slightly, and the wolf demon called out, "How are you?"

Hearing the news of the broken door, one seems unaware of what day it is.

"The commotion here is too great and will attract the Right Protector. We need to escape quickly."

Shi Wen saw stars and felt dizzy, only hearing the idea of ​​escaping. She shouted, "No! I haven't gotten the lotus seeds yet!" She stared at the wolf demon, thinking that he looked much more handsome under the green light. She patted his face and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely save your brother." She was as drunk as if she had drunk a bucket of "Erma Erma," completely oblivious to her surroundings.

The wolf demon frowned and slapped Shi Wenzhe's face: "Get up!"

Shi Wenzhe was a little angry: "Don't hit someone in the face, young man." She pointed at him: "Show me some respect."

The wolf demon looked at her in surprise: "Are you having another episode?"

"What?" Shi Wenzhe asked, pointing to her ear where she couldn't hear clearly. She looked curiously at the leg bone that was glowing green. "What kind of treasure is this? It's quite beautiful. Like a giant LED light. It must be quite valuable." After saying that, she hiccuped for some reason.

The space began to shake again, like a crumbling building about to collapse. Shi Wenzhe's mind was already foggy, and now he was even more confused.

"We can't linger here," the wolf demon thought. "If the Right Protector finds out they've trespassed into the forbidden area, they'll be torn to pieces."

He thought of his elder brother's former refined and gentle appearance, now unrecognizable, of his clan gradually dwindling, and of his parents' dying wish. His legs felt heavy as if filled with lead, and the wolf demon struggled to walk. He turned to look at Jing Shilian, heartbroken: "Perhaps this is fate. He will eventually lose his only relative."

It's just a pity. They were only one step away, but that one step would have killed the little fool. Although he was a demon, he still had a kind heart.

If he could give his own life for his brother's well-being, he would not hesitate.

A gust of wind lashed against Shi Wenzhe's cheeks. In her dazed state, she felt warm water droplets falling on her face. Shi Wenzhe vaguely wondered, "Why is it salty? Could it be that the wolf demon is crying?"

"Heavens have mercy, she can't stand seeing others cry." Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

With her thoughts racing, she took a deep breath and suddenly unleashed unparalleled power, breaking free from the wolf demon's embrace and rushing towards Jing Shi Lian.

Shi Wenzhe fell like a shooting star, emitting a blinding white light, toward Jing Shilian.

The black mist vanished silently in the light, and the Pure Lotus, as if sensing a familiar aura, suddenly emitted a white light and quietly bloomed.

The space was filled with the sweet fragrance of lotus flowers. Suddenly, two balls of white light collided, and Shi Wenzhe caught a whiff of a floral scent even more delicate than the lotus fragrance. The scent was too subtle to be easily detected.

Shi Wenzhe snatched a lotus seed from the heart of the Pure Lotus just as it bloomed, and then ran away.

But Jing Shilian, like an enraged beast, unleashed a furious gale. She was battered and pounded by the lotus's spiritual energy like autumn leaves being swept away, causing her soul to leave her body, leaving her disoriented.

"It hurts so much." She couldn't help but shed tears. It hurt so much that she could smell fresh blood flowing from her wounds. But she held the hot lotus seeds in her hand and smiled foolishly.

The surroundings began to collapse, and Shi Wenzhe felt something was pushing her away, ordering her to leave. But at this moment, she was like a broken rag doll, and could only let that force manipulate her.

The familiar electronic voice rang out again.

I often hear of setbacks and have no energy to think further.

"Sizzle... Sizzle—! Host mission failure detected, punishment 'Thunderous Might' awarded."

Shi Wenzhe: "..."

Lightning struck with a deafening roar. Shi Wenzhe, who was already like a corpse, now looked more like a charred corpse, with billowing black smoke billowing out. Shi Wenzhe smelled the stench of burning flesh, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.

"Could that burnt smell be me?" she thought, her face contorted. "If it really is me, it's not very respectable. But I'm really amazing that I didn't die."

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but burst into laughter, his hoarse voice like a broken bellows struggling to survive.

The wolf demon was blinded by the sudden lightning, and a strong suction came from the bottom of his feet. He struggled to maintain his body and tried to crawl to Shi Wenzhe's side, but the soil had already collapsed beyond recognition. He was defeated step by step under Shi Wenzhe's bright eyes.

Shi Wenzhe didn't say anything, just kept smiling at him, and then threw something at him. The wolf demon caught it and saw a round lotus seed lying in his palm. It was so hot that it made his mind tremble. Before he could even say thank you, he was thrown away.

Her vision shifted from dark to light, her pupils darted through a blur of illusions, and she heard the air whistling through the air. Finally, she smelled the fresh air. Just when she thought she was about to be smashed to pieces, she landed safely in a warm embrace.

The embrace exuded a chilling fragrance, like melting snow. Shi Wenzhe felt that even the bloodstains on her body smelled much better. Through her blurry eyes, she could only see the man's clear jawline and a long, flowing glass tassel draped over his hair.

That tassel was really beautiful, shimmering with tiny lights. She was like a cat being teased by a butterfly, unable to resist reaching out her eager paws, but her arms were too weak. Otherwise, she would definitely have been able to grab that floating tassel.

"Is that the Right Protector?" she thought. "So the Right Protector is such a stunningly beautiful person. Although I can't see his face clearly, the touch of his hands is gentle and delicate, something only a beautiful woman would have."

Feeling as if she were soaking in a hot spring, Shi Wenzhe experienced the lightness of her wounds healing. She found a comfortable position in her arms and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Wenxue gently closed her eyes and looked at the woman who was moving around in her arms. After she finally settled down in a comfortable position, she gently wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of her eyes.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the devastated scene before him, and a white jade lamp materialized in his hand. The lamp emitted a gentle light from the cracks, like a bright pearl shaking the vast darkness. The black mist was attracted, but was shattered by the light as it approached. However, it still rushed forward resolutely like moths to a flame, like a grand sacrifice.

The valley was finally restored to tranquility, but the flower garden was left in ruins.

A light drizzle began to fall from the horizon, washing away the impurities of the flower garden. A woman in dark robes brushed against the flowers and grass, occasionally reflecting shimmering silver light in the mist. Qin Wenxue put away the Buddhist lamp, pulled her robes tighter to shield the woman's face from the raindrops, and then walked away.

Shi Wenzhe hasn't dreamt in a long time. After graduating and returning home to raise pigs, she has been living a life that is both exhausting and incredibly fulfilling, like a hermit retiring to the countryside, busy yet fulfilling.

Every night he would fall into a deep sleep, and then in the early morning sun he would pick up his hoe and head to the fields.

She dreamt that she was in a vast, empty place, a place that frightened her. There was a constant crackling sound in her ears, and unpredictable source code appeared before her eyes. Massive streams of data refreshed on the sky. Shi Wenzhe couldn't understand why she was there, but she subconsciously felt that this was not a good place. She didn't want to be here; she just wanted to farm, drink tea, and listen to the rain.

Perhaps the heavens heard her fervent prayers, for the scene abruptly shifted to the next; the deep blue source code vanished, and before her lay a vast expanse of sky and sea… no, no sea. Shi Wenzhe felt a sense of relief, but the sky was as blue as the ocean, the sun blazed high, and the boundless grassland was lush and green, with swaying flowers, drooping trees, and grasses rolling like waves across the plains. Shi Wenzhe felt like a herd of cattle and sheep on the grassland; all she wanted to do now was run wild.

This scene was wonderful, so exhilarating. She felt like she could fly in the gentle breeze, like a butterfly.

She heard a rustling sound, like the whispers of countless little people. She pricked up her ears to listen carefully and saw a towering tree. But the tree was bare, with no green leaves at all, and it wasn't very pretty. However, it stood in the very center of her field of vision, making it very conspicuous. She tentatively walked closer and then she could hear the whispers clearly, as well as images and information rushing into her mind.

Shi Wen let out a thud and broke out in a cold sweat.

Countless flowers, plants, and trees forcefully conveyed information to her through their underground root systems.

"Is the Demon Realm really this desolate?" Shi Wenzhe asked in surprise. Images of scorched earth and desert, deserted roads, malevolent energy surging like black mist in the abyss, and lifeless plains flashed through his mind... There were too many to count, all of which showed that the Demon Realm was an extremely barren place. The key was that the malevolent energy stretched out its rampaging claws and tore apart any living thing it saw, with blood mist flying everywhere.

Shi Wenzhe shuddered. She remembered that she was in the Demon Realm, and felt saddened by her uncertain future.

"I hope for a happy future," she murmured, sitting under a big tree as if pretending to shield herself from the sun.

The vast sea—this time, it was the real sea. She scratched her head, unsure of where she was, but boats were shuttling back and forth, pedestrians were increasing, and the sounds of laughter and play were endless. There were steaming bun shops, vendors selling vegetables and meat, and the calls of horses, chickens, and dogs... Shi Wenzhe saw the warmth and life of the world. She felt a moment of peace and was somewhat reluctant to let these scenes pass by.

"The human world," she sighed. "Only the human world is so lively." She suddenly felt homesick. Although no one was home, she could still hear the first rooster crow in the early morning before the moon had set, along with the whimpering of her little white dog. She missed it so much, so very much, with an obsession that she would rather die than not see it again.

"Okay." She patted her forehead. It probably didn't hurt in the dream, so when her palm patted her head, there was a montage-like feeling of lightness. It was soft, like patting jelly. The feel was quite nice. She patted it again and again, enjoying it immensely.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as a magnificent palace flashed into her mind, so exquisitely beautiful that it seemed otherworldly.

"Alright." She sighed and muttered, "This is definitely not the human world, because she saw countless immortals flying around in white robes. She couldn't make out their faces, but their clothes were gorgeous and their every move was elegant and dignified."

"Hmph." Shi Wenzhe scoffed lightly, somewhat unhappy: "Compared to those little monsters in the Demon Realm who rummage through sand for food, they are the complete opposite."

"Why is it that they, who have harmed the demon race to this extent, can still live so well?"

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