Chapter 41 A Few Little Demons "Little rabbit, hurry up, she's going to..."

"Little rabbit, run! She's about to self-destruct!"

"Why, why! She just came out with me to find something to eat." She choked back tears, pounding her hands. "How could you be so useless? Why couldn't you stand being hungry? Snow Wolf sister, waaaaaah! Sister—!"

"Why, why?" the white rabbit sobbed softly, her voice hoarse and filled with a remorse that seemed to tear one's soul apart, making her look incredibly pitiful.

Shi Wenzhe ran forward, only to be attacked by the snow wolf in the center, who had lost its mind. She dodged the flying feathers, and "crack—" sounds rang out one after another as the flying petals collided and the feathers shattered. Those feathers must have been wolf fur, infused with demonic power, making them as sharp as needles.

The sword was still stuck in the snow wolf's chest. Boundless black mist enveloped her. Suddenly, the sound of tearing clothes rang out, and she transformed into a tall black wolf.

The black wolf's body swelled up, its veins bulging and dripping black blood. It wasn't actually black; it was white, but its ferocity was so overwhelming that it had swallowed it whole, turning it into a hideous and terrifying creature. The black wolf howled at the sky and charged toward the other children.

"Run!" Shi Wenzhe shouted, her spiritual energy surging, the lotus flowers in the pond rustling, the lotus flowers dancing and swirling, converging towards Shi Wenzhe, and then, with the spiritual energy at her fingertips, she rushed towards the maddened black wolf.

The petals moved gently and slowly, but became sharp the moment they touched the black wolf, attacking it as if it were being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces.

The cries of pain grew fainter and weaker. The black wolf curled up, helplessly forming a ball. Tears welled up in its eyes. For a moment, it regained its senses and looked at the children not far away, whimpering softly. It was filled with sorrow and despair. Then, it was controlled by its ferocity. Its tears turned into blood, wetting its fur and dripping into the pond.

The rain was pouring down, and the damp air seeped into her lungs, gradually becoming misty. The bloody water in the pond was accumulating more and more. Shi Wenzhe's feet were slippery, and she staggered up to it: "Little Wolf!" she called, trying to touch her body, but the black wolf howled at her. Even though it was at its last gasp, its ferocious claws were ready to strike.

"Sister, don't come any closer!" Liu Mian quickly warned.

Unfortunately, it was too late to say that. Shi Wenzhe was looking at the flowers and leaves receding into her line of sight when, with a thud, she was knocked into the muddy water by the snow wolf. The muddy water submerged her eyelashes. Shi Wenzhe was dazed for a moment, not knowing whether to get rid of the suffocation of drowning first or to suffer the pain in her abdomen from the blow.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Fresh blood gushed out, spreading into a large patch of blood in the muddy water.

The white rabbit knelt in the pond, unable to cry anymore. She was frightened by the scene, and only tears flowed down her face unconsciously.

"Sister!" Several children ran over, trying to help Shi Wenzhe up, but Shi Wenzhe's body was stiff and heavy. Helpless, Liu Mian could only lift Shi Wenzhe's head to make her breathe more easily.

Shi Wenzhe coughed a few times, his eyes reddening. The stench of blood in the air was terrifyingly thick, and it had already formed puddles. Streams of blood seeped into the ground along the lotus stem, as if they had been completely absorbed, and finally disappeared into the muddy water. Shi Wenzhe was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but shiver.

"Little one," she said to Liu Mian, her voice trembling, "help me up."

There was only Liu Mian who was a little older, and another gloomy older girl with a vine sprouting from her head. It was Anan. She had been pushed out by the others, probably because of the attack on the snow wolf earlier. Shi Wenzhe felt that the other party had not done anything wrong. In that situation, it was either you die or I die. She was able to stay calm and strike first. She was a very capable girl, so he also called her over.

Anan pursed her lips, observing the children's emotions. They all avoided her gaze, perhaps because they hadn't yet sorted out how to face her.

She didn't mind, and carefully supported Shi Wenzhe's arm, while Liu Mian took the opportunity to touch Shi Wenzhe's abdomen.

Shi Wenzhe's eyes widened, and he thought with twitching eyes, "This kid... he's not going to try anything funny with her, is he? That's not a good idea."

The next second, a green light flashed in Liu Mian's hand. Shi Wenzhe's abdomen felt a little itchy, and she watched as the bloody hole slowly healed. Her mind seemed to have been beaten up, and her face turned slightly red. She said shyly, "Thank... thank you, baby."

Liu Mian was shocked: "? Baby?!"

"Oops, I spoke too quickly." Shi Wenzhe coughed lightly, trying to cover up her slip as she stood up. Her clothes were wrinkled from the water and clung to her skin. She was shivering from the cold and looked particularly disheveled, but she still managed a forced smile at the children.

Shi Wenzhe's steps were unsteady, and he looked at the frightened children one by one, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that they were all safe and sound.

Liu Mian was a willow tree spirit, with lush green willow branches coiled around his head. His hair was tied up in a messy updo, but because of his handsome and upright appearance, he seemed to have a wild and resilient air about him. He looked at Bai Lian with apologetic eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, White Rabbit, I can't save her..."

The white rabbit's eyes were bloodshot, and its protruding ears drooped limply on her shoulders, as if it were about to die.

She suddenly spoke, looking at Shi Wenzhe: "Sister...where did you come from? You don't have any malevolent aura on you. Are you a celestial being?" Her expression suddenly became agitated. She reached out and grabbed Shi Wenzhe's sleeve, her long and sharp nails scratching Shi Wenzhe until he bled.

White Rabbit clung tightly to Shi Wenzhe's arm as if grasping at a lifeline, looking at her hesitantly. The other children also looked at her expectantly, their eyes cautious.

When Liu Mian was treating Wen Zhe earlier, he noticed that the other party had abundant spiritual power, a clear mind, and no violent energy in his blood. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but then stopped.

Most of them were not well; they were tormented by resentment, looking neither human nor ghost. They were weak and sickly, dressed in a mess, as if they had torn off a piece of cloth from somewhere and haphazardly draped it over their bodies. They looked like wild children who had no one to care for them, with thin and small figures and a timid and fearful expression.

Shi Wenzhe's heart was clenched tightly. She heard the white rabbit pleading, "Please save Fengxue! We didn't hurt anyone. I was just hungry and smelled the lotus pods. I was greedy, I deserve to die. Please!" She sobbed softly, tears streaming down her face, and hurriedly kowtowed to Shi Wenzhe, about to remain kneeling.

For some reason, she suddenly burst into tears with her head down. Her mournful cries echoed through the night sky, and the other children joined in. Anan looked at her earnestly, his eyes dark. Liu Mian looked over helplessly, holding the little demon with antlers in her arms, her eyes also clearly red.

Suppressing her grief, Bai Lian pleaded with utmost sincerity, "I'm willing to do anything for you, please save her."

"Sigh." Shi Wenzhe was somewhat troubled, not knowing how things had developed to this point.

"Don't kneel, don't kneel, you don't have to do that." She hurriedly tried to pull Bai Lian up, but she didn't expect the other party to be so strong and stubborn. She was standing awkwardly and was pulled down, almost falling into the water again.

Shi Wenzhe was unconvinced and started arguing with the child. She hissed and sighed inwardly, thinking how difficult it was to take care of a child. She could only comfort her, saying, "I was planning to save her anyway. Get up now." After saying that, she walked towards the snow wolf.

But the snow wolf hunched over, its expression wary and tense, baring its teeth to keep anyone away. From time to time, one could hear the faint pain in its abdomen, and it seemed somewhat desperate.

"What are you doing?" A cold male voice came from behind. Shi Wenzhe felt as if she were being stared at by a cold, venomous snake, which made her shiver.

She turned around abruptly and saw a young man walking in from the edge of the lotus pond. The young man looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features. He was dressed in dark blue tight-fitting clothes with a very beautiful pattern that reflected a metallic luster of bronze and purple. The young man wore a headband woven from grass, trees and flowers, and a dark blue stone hung from his forehead. The stone was irregular in shape, as if it had been picked up from a pile of ore, which made his face look pale.

But Shi Wenzhe felt that this person was too androgynous in beauty. He was slender and tall, with long, white fingers. He slowly and methodically parted the flowers and leaves blocking his way. The air was filled with the sound of water flowing under his feet and the jingling of bells on the boy's boots. Each step he took sounded especially beautiful in the quiet night, like a long summer night song played on a zither.

The children seemed to be silenced because of the sudden appearance of the boy. They shrank back in fear. Shi Wenzhe, seeing that something was wrong, silently stood in front of the children, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, almost glaring angrily at the newcomer.

"Suiyuan," Liu Mian hurriedly explained, "The wind and snow were corrupted by malevolent energy; we did not cause any trouble."

Sui Yuan scanned each person's face, his expression revealing fear, sadness, anger, and suppressed emotions. These emotions were so intense that they would be unbearable for a person, but he not only endured them but also seemed to enjoy them. He revealed a wicked smile and said in a cold voice, "Do you know how close this place is to the Moonlit Canal? Are you trying to provoke the people of the cultivation world? Are you courting death?"

Moonlit Canal is the widest part of the entire Peach Blossom Valley. Surrounded by trees, it features a tranquil pool that gleams faintly in the moonlight. Water plants sway gracefully at the bottom of the pool, and fireflies flutter about on summer nights, making it a beautiful sight. Leisurely animals often linger here.

Unfortunately, everything in Peach Blossom Valley was destroyed after the war between immortals and demons. The vegetation was gone, the river dried up, leaving only a cracked and mottled riverbed. The Moonlit Canal was wider and larger, but there was no trace of life left.

The four major sects set up an array here, with people guarding it every day. It was their base camp in Peach Blossom Valley, where they had made countless picky and difficult choices, and where their clansmen, whom they longed for day and night, were imprisoned.

Sui Yuan is a shimmering scale snake that has not yet reached adulthood. She is only about ten years old, but she has an outstanding appearance and a high level of cultivation. Most of the demons still alive in Peach Blossom Valley are newborn demons, so their cultivation is weak and they cannot protect themselves. However, Sui Yuan can not only protect herself, but she is also more powerful than most of the thousand-year-old demons.

Liu Mian once told the white rabbit that the snake Sui Yuan was a genius that their clan had nurtured with all their strength.

On the day he hatched, the long-abandoned Peach Blossom Valley experienced a rare rain, which moistened everything and caused some wildflowers to bloom in the valley.

At that time, the demon race thought that their suffering was finally over and they could overcome this calamity. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable. Beautiful things are a gift from heaven and are ultimately just a fleeting moment. After the rain, there will be no sunny day, but even greater wind and rain, which will make the mottled road even more difficult to walk.

Since then, all things have withered and fallen, and the great war between immortals and demons has taken away countless lives, lasting for nearly a hundred years.