"Of course I won't be you," Shen Sui interrupted her calmly, "You have already cleared away those deep-rooted entanglements in the world of immortal cultivation, and what remains is enough for me to breathe."

Situ Xue smiled and said nothing.

"I need you to tell me now," Chen Sui stared at Situ Xue motionlessly, "what exactly is the training in the Demon Clan Temple?"

Situ Xue narrowed her eyes slightly: "The training in the Demon Tribe Temple actually has only three levels. The first level -

"Distinguish true from false."

Ning Ruoxuan opened her eyes wide and looked at where she was standing in disbelief.

She was clearly still in the Demon Tribe Temple, but the next second she was teleported here, which was the place where she was pushed into the river by her best friend.

She looked down at the school uniform she was wearing, and the next second, she ran away.

She ran home desperately. After entering the community, she saw the old men and women in her memory chatting in the square. When they saw Ning Ruoxian, they were very happy and said that Xianxian had finished school so early today.

Ning Ruoxuan responded randomly and then hurried upstairs.

After more than 20 years, the excitement of finally standing at the door of her own home again made her cry. She took out her key from her schoolbag and turned the door.

"Nannan is back."

The gentle mother just came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. When she saw Ning Ruoxian, she came over to greet her with surprise, and then touched Ning Ruoxian's face affectionately: "Today I made Nannan's favorite pig's feet."

Ning Ruoxian opened her mouth, but tears fell from her face. She shouted incoherently: "Mom, Mom, I..."

Her mother hugged her and patted her back slowly, helping her to breathe more smoothly.

Ning Ruoxuan hugged her neck, buried her head in her shoulders and said nothing.

An unknown amount of time had passed. Just as her mother gently reminded Ning Ruoxian to wash her hands and eat, Ning Ruoxian muttered, "Although I really want to believe you, Mom, I know you're lying."

The mother's hand that was patting Ning Ruo's slender back paused.

Ning Ruoxian murmured to herself, "Because my mother has never been good at expressing her feelings to me, you copied my memories very well, but what you copied was the mother I imagined."

The room, lit with gentle yellow light and filled with the aroma of food, suddenly shattered, and the mother, holding Ning Ruoxian's body, kept shaking.

Until the illusion was completely shattered, Ning Ruoxuan still stood quietly in the darkness, watching the mother in her arms turn into pieces and disappear into the darkness, then she whispered.

"I love you mom."

"This level is too easy for Ning Ruoxian," Chen Sui said calmly as he collapsed on the ground. "She hasn't been affected by this world for over twenty years. Truth and falsehood are like seedlings to towering trees to her."

Situ Xue nodded in agreement: "That's indeed true, but for Ning Ruoxian, the second level is the most difficult."

"What is the second level?" Shen Sui asked.

Situ Xue smiled slightly: "The second level is more intriguing..."

"Don't keep me in suspense, just say it directly." Shen Sui interrupted her impatiently.

Situ Xue said slowly: "Why are you so impatient? The second level——

"Be sensible."

Ning Ruoxuan suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of familiar eyes.

At the same time, she began to tremble all over, and then she spat out the words she wanted to say word by word.

“Master…”

If she wanted to go home very much, then in this strange world, it was Xuan Dao who gave her warmth.

And those familiar eyes instantly turned into ink, so dark that they could not be melted away.

He said, "It's amazing, Ning Ruoxian."

"No." Ning Ruoxuan retorted subconsciously. She stepped forward anxiously and wanted to explain, but those eyes avoided her.

Ning Ruoxuan was stunned on the spot.

Although she knew it was fake, her heart still ached.

Her breathing became a little rapid.

The hatred between the world of immortal cultivation and the world of demons can be traced back thousands of years.

When Xuan Dao gently picked up the little girl who was accidentally abandoned by the demon world, although Ning Ruoxuan knew that this was all force majeure of the plot, she still couldn't help but become dependent on Xuan Dao.

Because Xuan Dao, like her father, is a very gentle and meticulous person.

In addition, after more than 20 years of living together, in her heart, Xuan Dao has become like her father.

She still remembers what happened two years ago.

When her identity as a demon princess was exposed, the entire world of immortal cultivation was alarmed. Almost at the same time, many immortal cultivation sects that had grudges against the demon world surrounded Xuantian Sect.

Xuan Dao, however, chose to lock her up in the yard, leaving her alone to face everyone in the world of immortal cultivation.

Even though she screamed her throat out and her fingertips bled from trying to scratch the door, Xuan Dao still didn't look back. Before he left, he just touched Ning Ruoxian and said.

"That's amazing, Ning Ruoxian."

Ning Ruoxian almost screamed and grabbed Xuan Dao, begging him to hand her over, but Xuan Dao said coldly, "Xuan Tian Sect has never had any reason to push innocent disciples out. Not before, not now, and certainly not in the future."

When the door of her courtyard was opened, Ning Ruoxuan saw Mo Yanlin covered in blood.

Mo Yanlin's face was stiff. He grabbed her and took her away while being surrounded by many people from the immortal cultivation sects.

Finally, the two of them escaped to a forest, but Ning Ruoxian knew that those people would catch up with them soon.

She asked Mo Yanlin to leave her alone.

Mo Yanlin grabbed her arm tightly, his eyes red as he said, "I hate you. Do you know that Master died in a suicide explosion just before because of you?"

Ning Ruoxian was as if struck by lightning, and her lips trembled.

"But I can't abandon you," Mo Yanlin murmured, "Master's last wish is that you live well, so even if I die, I will send you to the demon world."

No way.

Ning Ruoxian murmured.

The road to the demon world is too far. Mo Yanlin and Ning Ruoxuan alone cannot do it, not to mention that their master is already dead.

"Let me die..." Ning Ruoxian said almost pleadingly, "Let me go and accompany Master."

Mo Yanlin didn't let go, his strength was frightening: "Just find Uncle Xuanqing and have him send you to the demon world. You must survive..."

Both of them spoke incoherently, and it clearly didn't sound like a conversation at all, but it was a conversation nonetheless.

Like two empty bodies without souls.

The road in the forest was very rugged, and in order to avoid being discovered, the two men did not dare to use their spiritual power, and walked like ghosts in the forest.