He knew what the wind chimes would do.

Not only him, but also Yin Kongmen, Erbaidao, and Ruo Qingyan from the other world.

Those who are truly familiar with wind chimes know what he would do.

"Don't worry, if he could be persuaded with just a few words, he wouldn't be Feng Ling."

Lei Hong nodded. That's true. From the very beginning, Fengling was headstrong and did whatever she wanted.

Even the Ling Shu Pavilion couldn't persuade him, so how could a Blood Curse Infant possibly convince him?

Seeing that Feng Ling remained silent, the Blood Curse Infant quickly continued:

"Wind Chime, don't think that just because a spirit master gives you a legal identity, it means they accept you."

"This is just a delaying tactic. Once they have the chance to kill you, they will definitely do it. You know that yourself, don't you!"

"Have you forgotten the principles of a spirit master? Humans and demons are irreconcilable enemies!"

"You and I are both demons! Or rather, dual-elemental demon spirits that pose the greatest threat to them!"

"Do you still want to go back to the days when you were controlled by spirit masters?!"

The Blood Curse Infant spoke loudly, deliberately drawing a clear line between the Wind Chime and the Spirit Master.

If Fengling were fully conscious, he would know that nothing he said would make a difference.

But now the two are connected on a spiritual level, and he senses the despair rising in Fengling's heart!

So he kept trying to persuade, using this emotion, to guide the wind chimes.

"Young Master?"

She murmured softly with a smile.

Even the Ten-Mile Ghost Nightmare shouted loudly:

"Wind Chime, don't trust this traitor! He betrayed me before!"

After he finished speaking, Shili Guiyan was also stunned for a moment. Wait, why did I remind him?

He got scammed, shouldn't I be happy?

Suddenly, the wind chime's tentacles slowly retracted, severing its mental connection with the Blood Curse Infant.

At the same time, the hand that was holding the head of the Blood Curse Infant gradually loosened its grip.

The head hovered in the air, and Feng Ling's knife was slowly pulled out from among its remaining eight heads, its eyes always filled with a trace of despair and anger.

The nine heads of the Blood Curse Infant floated in the air, their eyes blazing with red light!

This means... consent?

Very good!

The spiritual masters present held their breath and stared intently at the wind chimes.

A wave of fear washed over me.

One second, this Black Winged War God was protecting the capital of China; the next second, will he become an enemy?

The change happened so fast that people didn't have time to react.

The Blood Curse Infant said excitedly:

"Great! Wind Chime! With the two of us joining forces, we're absolutely invincible!"

"Whether it's the three great families of spirit masters, the Spirit Pivot Pavilion, or even the group of demons like the Mist-Faced Monk, none of them are a match for us!"

"We are invincible! Hahaha!"

Fengling ignored him and simply raised the ink-black blade from Tianya in her hand.

He stared at it for a long time, then whispered:

"I think I know what his first impression of the world was."

The Blood Curse Infant paused for a moment upon hearing the voice. What did it mean?

The spiritual masters were also puzzled.

Sky Crow said with some surprise:

"Master...you must be referring to...?"

He was overjoyed. Could it be that Feng Xing had taught Feng Ling those eighteen sword techniques?

Feng Ling calmly said in a soft voice:

"Is this world, for someone like him, also... a cage?"

Having just experienced the despair of the Blood Cursed Infant and recalled his past experiences.

Feng Ling suddenly realized that she seemed to have felt this emotion somewhere before.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he thought of the first of Feng Xing's Eighteen Magnificent Blades.

That strike was so powerful, it seemed capable of breaking through all constraints...

That must have been Fengxing's original wish, which is why that stab happened.

Feng Xing once said that if Feng Ling could guess her first impression of this world, she would have mastered half of the first strike.