Qingyuan looked around and, seeing no movement for a while, shook his head: "Do you think everyone is as proactive as me, willingly jumping out to form a contract with you?"

Song Qi ignored him and simply revealed his most authentic qualities.

What would the Demon Sword like?

You can tell just by its name.

Bloodshed, slaughter.

Having spent so many years on the battlefield, Song Qi possessed a strong aura of ruthlessness.

She believed the magic sword would like it.

Qingyuan Sword frowned as he looked at Song Qi, who was sitting there and seemed like a completely different person.

This little girl really exudes a strange aura in every way.

He chose Song Qi because Song Qi had a familiar yet unfamiliar aura about him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that if he followed him, there wouldn't be any problems.

The only sound in the entire space was the churning of lava, both noisy and quiet.

Qingyuan remained silent, merely watching, wanting to mock Song Qi, but fearing that in her current state, she might turn around and crush him.

Song Qi didn't think about going down to look for it. Although, to be honest, after going through the Heavenly Tribulation, the lava in the Fierce Domain was nothing to her, she still didn't want to go down.

The other party will come out.

Otherwise, how can the plot continue?

She went through so much trouble, but in the end she still went to the Demon Realm. This broken sword will surely come out on its own.

Otherwise, we'll just wait it out, or she might simply stop looking.

“I am the last member of the Mo family. I will only come to you this once. I probably won’t leave any descendants. If you are willing, you can stay here in silence. So stay here.” Song Qi’s tone was very calm.

"I wonder if you've become more and more powerful over the past tens of thousands of years, or if you've been melted by this magma."

Qingyuan glanced at Song Qi, feeling as if he had heard something similar before.

It seems that I was also fooled by Song Qi's few words back then.

Same recipe, same routine.

As expected of a member of the Song imperial family.

Song Qi took out an incense stick from his pocket and lit it.

"You really don't want the Demon Sword anymore?" Qingyuan asked anxiously.

"You seem quite disappointed?" Song Qi glanced at Qing Yuan, this kid really is naive. "If the other party has a spirit, do you think you can defeat them?"

Qingyuan was silent for a few seconds, then yelled, "You'd better not come out. This woman is absolutely wicked."

He had barely finished speaking when he saw a head emerge from the lava.

Red lava, a black head—Qingyuan took two steps back in fright and shook Song Qi, exclaiming, "A ghost!"

"Tsk, even a demonic sword has a spirit." Song Qi glanced at the head and laughed.

Qingyuan: ...

Qingyuan: I should have known better than to shout.

"Where's your integrity! You just come out when she tells you to? Can't you just refuse? Can't you be a little more assertive?!" Qingyuan suddenly panicked, turned her head, and looked at him.

As someone who had barely seen blood, Qingyuan Sword felt an indescribable fear when facing the battle-hardened Demon Sword.

Although they are both divine swords, their relative strengths and weaknesses can still be distinguished.

"Is this the food you brought me?" The Demon Sword floated to the shore, stared at Qingyuan, and then climbed up. Most of his face was covered by his hair, making him look even more sinister.

His voice was devoid of emotion, like the tongue of a venomous snake touching your cheek, sending chills down your spine.

Song Qi pulled Qingyuan behind him: "Do you have a way to fuse the two swords and retain both weapon spirits at the same time?"

The demonic sword spirit blinked, raised its head, and finally revealed its face. It was pale, but its lips were as red as if they had been soaked in blood: "There is a way. I can devour it and retain its characteristics, but the person might not be able to stay."

Qingyuan tugged at Song Qi's sleeve.

“Leaving two artifact spirits behind won’t be good for you.” The other person stood up and looked at Song Qi. “How can you be so kind? Two artifact spirits have two consciousnesses. If they clash during your battle, you will suffer a backlash.”

"Having me is enough for you."

"I will help you."

Qingyuan still held onto Song Qi, thinking about how he had only been out for a short time and was already about to be swallowed up.

"Womanly compassion. I don't know why he chose you." The spirit of the demonic sword chuckled, then answered its own question, "Indeed, the last member of the Mo family."

He stared at Qingyuan: "As long as I devour him, everything will be resolved for you."

"Oh, really? You can use spiritual power and demonic energy at the same time?" Song Qi looked at him as well.

The other person blinked: "Yes."

What are the chances of success?

Qingyuan looked at Song Qi in disbelief.

"Of course, I've devoured many swords. I've devoured the swords of all the cultivators who died at my hands." His expression became more smug.

"Oh, really?" Song Qi said indifferently. "That's really strange. I can't sense any spiritual power on you, it's all demonic energy. How can you prove that you can have both spiritual power and demonic energy after absorbing Qingyuan?"

The other person's expression froze for a moment.

"So I'll stick to practicing two-handed swordsmanship," Song Qi said calmly, glancing at Qing Yuan. "So, are you coming with me or not?"

Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Song Qi was just trying to scare him.

The other person stared at Song Qi, seemingly showing more interest.

The process of taking away the Demon Sword went much more smoothly than Song Qi had imagined. It really was a matter of fate what one would encounter in the Fierce Domain.

She had thought she would be staying here for a while.

Because Song Qi simultaneously formed contracts with two divine swords, he directly reached the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm. He couldn't sense the lightning tribulation within the Fierce Domain, but after leaving, he was instantly reduced to ashes.

The commotion was significant, but because the area around the Fierce Domain was desolate and uninhabited, not many people paid much attention.

The name of the demonic sword is Mo Yi, and the person who forged it probably thought that there would be Mo Er and Mo San later.

Who knew that in the end there would only be one Mo Yi.

Only seven days had passed when they returned to the Demon Palace.

Ji Xuan looked at Song Qi, who had a sword in each hand, and was somewhat at a loss for words. Her rapidly increasing cultivation level only made him more speechless.

If this continues, it's likely that it will take only a few decades to reach the Mahayana level.

This girl is so lucky.

Ji Xuan glanced at Song Qi several times, even though she had been quite unlucky before bringing her back.

Mo Yi hasn't come out since he returned. Qing Yuan is in a good mood. Song Qi found that this child is really carefree. She accepts that she has become a pure demon. Even though she was created by the so-called "righteous" people, she has a very open mind.

Song Qi can now go without sleeping or eating. She divides her time into three parts: practicing swordsmanship, consolidating her foundation, and absorbing demonic and spiritual energy. Her cultivation has increased too quickly, and her foundation is inevitably somewhat unstable.

Luo Shuyun also quietly followed Song Qi's side. In the past few days, she has made a breakthrough and entered the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

"When will things on our end?" After two months, Luo Shuyun couldn't help but feel a little bored.

Song Qi's attitude towards her was still strange. She could feel his affection and care, but she didn't say anything.

Worried about the future and such.

She desperately wanted to tell herself that she wasn't afraid.

"Bored?" Song Qi opened his eyes and looked at Luo Shuyun.

Luo Shuyun nodded. It was perfectly normal to live in this world for decades or even centuries. It would be too boring if she didn't do something.

"I heard that the Nine Provinces Thousand Mountains Secret Realm is about to open soon, and there are many good things inside. Shall we go and take a look?" Song Qi finished his meditation and thought of what Ji Xuan had told him last time.

Luo Shuyun's eyes lit up, then dimmed: "But the demonic energy on your body..."

Song Qi smiled, and in an instant, the demonic energy on Song Qi's body disappeared and was covered by spiritual energy: "If Lu Yuhuai doesn't come out, no one should be able to find out. If you want to go out and play, I'll take you."

Now Ji Xuan no longer restricts her. When he heard that Song Qi wanted to go to Kyushu to cause trouble, he even wanted her to leave quickly.

Raising Song Qi is really too expensive, especially after adding Luo Shuyun, the expenses have increased even more.

“If you’re short of money, you can go check out those big sects. Do you need a storage bag? You can put the spirit stones back.” Ji Xuan said, pulling out five bags and handing them to Song Qi with a hopeful look on his face. “I’m almost out of money.”

Song Qi was a little speechless, but he still accepted it. If they were to fight a war, they would indeed need a lot of money. Using the enemy's money to fight the other side was not a bad idea.

To make things easier for Song Qi, Ji Xuan even personally helped Song Qi and Luo Shuyun disguise themselves using magic.

Now, Song Qi and Luo Shuyun are just ordinary Yao Yunyun and ordinary Shu Yaoyao.

After disguising themselves, Ji Xuan helped the two break through Yu Fengcheng's barrier and sent them to a desolate mountain.

That's truly excellent service.

When he took Song Qi away from Kyushu, he never imagined that there would be a day when he would be so eager to send her back.

"I'm leaving now." Ji Xuan glanced at Song Qi. "Contact me if you need anything." Although I might not necessarily come over.

"Oh." Song Qi nodded.

Ji Xuanxuan's location is quite good, very close to Qianshan.

The Thousand Mountains Secret Realm is one of the great secret realms of the Nine Provinces. It is not controlled by any force and opens automatically every ten years. Anyone can enter. Although there are many good things inside, only one or two people can obtain the opportunity each time.

Furthermore, this secret realm is basically prepared for those with cultivation levels of Refinement Void or below; if one's cultivation level is higher than Refinement Void, they cannot enter.

Everyone went there with the mindset of winning the lottery.

The inns at the foot of Qianshan Mountain were all full, and many people just sat down on the street, since no one needed to sleep anyway.

With ten days left before the opening of the Thousand Mountains Secret Realm, she had plenty of time and planned to take Ji Xuan to the Fang family first to try and squeeze out some money.

Since Song Qi became a demon, the Fang family has had a hard time. They live in constant fear, always worried that Song Qi will bring people to demolish their house. In addition, their old enemy has been spreading rumors that they have connections with the demon race. These rumors have no source, and even if they are clarified, not many people believe them. Now, many people would rather take a detour than pass by the Fang family's door.

The Fang family's reputation plummeted.

After nightfall, Song Qi landed on a tree opposite the Fang family's house with Luo Shuyun. She first used her divine sense to sense the Fang family's house and found that no one in the entire house seemed to have a higher cultivation level than her. Reassured, she quietly led Luo Shuyun to the ground in a courtyard.

This was the first time Luo Shuyun had done something like this, and she was a little flustered, but also a little excited.

"Which courtyard is this?" Luo Shuyun asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either."

However, judging from the things placed in the courtyard, this is not a place Fang Yaoyao can enter.