Chapter 163 Worried about me?

Qiu Qianling saw Murong Ci's ecstatic look, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart. He wanted to say something, but his throat tightened.

It was really strange that she actually saw the shadow of her mother Qiu Min in this paranoid and ruthless Demon Lord.

It's obvious that they have nothing in common. Could it be because they were both mothers and had a miserable end?

In that case, her mother's death was also a curse from God?

However, Murong Ci's death allowed Fentian to take the throne of the Demon Lord, while her mother Qiu Min's death did not bring her any benefits. Instead, it plunged her into a miserable situation of living under someone else's roof and having no relatives.

Qiu Qianling's eyes were distracted for a moment, but then he became determined again. That was not the case.

All the prophecies from God are nothing but lies that trap oneself and deceive others.

She, Qiu Qianling, was the one who dispersed the thunder from the sky. She would not be as weak as Murong Ci and believe in some illusory fate.

She did not forget that the person who killed her mother was Xie Yuqing, and the one who oppressed the human race was the hypocritical and cunning immortals.

One day, she will overthrow the rule of this group of hypocrites and pull all the high and mighty immortals off the altar!

Qiu Qianling made up his mind, and when he looked up again, his eyes had regained their calmness, as if he had never been shaken by Murong Ci's words.

She pulled out the hand that Murong Ci was holding tightly, and the magic power that maintained the other party's spirit was cut off.

"Perhaps it's true, as you said, that there is a god controlling our fate, but I don't care. I only know that I personally ended Fentian's life with my bloody blade."

The smile on Murong Ci's face froze instantly. She looked at her fingertips that had become transparent again and felt a little panicked.

She felt very cold, her spirit body was empty and fragile, and she longed for more spiritual power to enrich her spirit body.

But all he could see was Qiu Qianling's indifferent gaze and the resentful eyes of the four demon kings.

There was no reason for these people to help her.

After realizing this, the light in her eyes gradually extinguished, and her voice was low and sad. "Yes, even if it can be confirmed that the prophecy can be broken, what's the point? I'm going to die soon, and all my enemies are alive and well. My life is really... pathetic..."

Qiu Qianling was silent for a while, then said, "I can help you. At least I want Gongsun Xiong to die before you."

"What? Really?" Murong Ci looked up happily, her eyes full of disbelief.

Qiu Qianling raised his hand and summoned the Blood Blade, then nodded, "You can live in my blade. This way, at least your soul won't dissipate."

The Blood Blade is a magical weapon that absorbs people's cultivation. Murong Ci's spirit body can get sufficient spiritual power supply by living in it, and the spirit body can survive longer.

But he can only "live" as a ghost.

Murong Ci was puzzled, "But... why? I almost killed you just now, don't you hate me?" Although she wanted to live, she still felt it was better to ask clearly.

After all, Qiu Qianling doesn't look like the kind of person who is kind to everyone.

Qiu Qianling, who had just let Ge Fuling go out of his soft heart: ...

"Not everyone deserves my hatred," she snorted, her tone sounding calm. "However, like you, I deeply hate the immortals. You are the last survivor of the Yuque Sect, and the only one who can expose the ugly true face of the immortal master, Gongsun Xiong. I have no reason not to let you live."

"I see, I understand." Murong Ci looked at Qiu Qianling with complicated eyes and said sincerely, "Thank you very much."

After saying this, the spirit body flashed in the air, turned into white light and sank into the blood blade.

As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Even if you can only survive as a remnant soul, it is worse than death!

After taking care of Murong Ci, Qiu Qianling turned to look at Ying Huang Wu Hai and the other four Demon Lords. "I think you probably don't want to see me let Murong Ci go, but she is quite pitiful. Perhaps she will be of use to me in the future. I hope you understand my decision."

The other three had no objections, but Wu Hai, clutching his still-bleeding abdomen, turned his head away angrily. "Since His Majesty the Demon Lord has spoken, I can only obey. How dare I have any objections?"

Shadow Phoenix put his arm around her shoulders and whispered, "Although Murong Ci's actions were extreme, we can't deny her contributions to the demon clan just because she made a mistake. Moreover, she has already paid the price for her mistakes. Now, she is only a remnant of her soul and can do nothing more. I think His Majesty the Demon Lord did this for the sake of the demon clan. Let's not start a fight among ourselves."

Wu Hai was originally quite angry, but after hearing what Ying Huang said, he began to understand Qiu Qianling's approach and nodded, "Well, Your Highness the Demon Lord is so magnanimous, it must be a blessing for our demon clan."

Qiu Qianling finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had convinced the four people.

Then she asked them to go back to the Demon Palace to heal their wounds as soon as possible, but she wanted to stay and check the glowing object on the top of the mountain, so she did not leave.

After watching Ying Huang and the other three leave, she turned and flew to the top of the mountain to check.

At this time, the white mist released by the fog sea on Snake Prison Mountain had almost dissipated. Therefore, just as he approached the top of the mountain, a white tower about three people tall came clearly into Qiu Qianling's sight.

There is a metal needle shining with silver light on the top of the white tower. Qiu Qianling guessed that this should be the thing that attracts the thunder.

The ground centered on the White Tower was covered with deep and long cracks. Qiu Qianling could only fall close to the White Tower. Looking up, he saw that the surface of the White Tower was also covered with spider-web-like cracks, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

It is simply unbelievable that such an ordinary thing could actually withstand the attacks of seventy-two heavenly thunders.

She frowned slightly. Is this thing a magic weapon?

Is there really such a powerful weapon refiner in this world who can refine a magical weapon that can resist heavenly thunder?

Qiu Qianling couldn't think of anything at all, but the next moment, a cold white mask appeared in his head.

If it were her, she might be able to do it.

But when he thought of that person at this time, Qiu Qianling was not happy at all, and his heart began to ache inexplicably.

Why on earth did this liar want to deceive her under the name of Murong Ci? She knew clearly that she hated being deceived the most!

Why? Is it fun to lie to her?

Qiu Qianling had so many questions in his mind that he could almost be said to be filled with resentment.

Just as I was thinking, a voice rang out next to my ear, "This magical weapon is truly exquisitely designed. It must have been made by a master refiner. Can I study it?"

Qiu Qianling immediately looked around warily, but didn't see a single person. Then he realized that the person who spoke was Murong Ci, who was living in the Blood Blade.

She raised the blood blade, looked at the little spirit figure floating on the blade, and asked her coldly, "Do you know how to refine weapons?"

Murong Ci felt looked down upon and said unconvincedly, "Of course. Do you think I've done nothing but ponder the prophecy during those decades I locked myself in the Demon Palace? I've been delving into studying magic arrays and refining artifacts. The heavenly-level magic weapon hidden in my coffin was designed by me personally. I could have used it to open the gate to the divine realm, but unfortunately... never mind, let's not talk about that."

She seemed to be hiding something about the magic weapon, but Qiu Qianling didn't care about that at the moment. He just asked eagerly, "Then can you tell which weapon master of the demon clan made this magic weapon?"

Murong Ci: "How could I possibly tell that? However, one thing is certain, this magical weapon can only withstand nine more thunder tribulations at most."

Qiu Qianling frowned, "What does this mean?"

Murong Female spread her hands. "What she meant was, if you hadn't dispersed the last nine lightning tribulations, this magical weapon would have been completely destroyed by the lightning tribulations, leaving no trace. It seems the person behind this doesn't want you to know that she was the one helping you."

At this point, she couldn't help but sigh, "This person is so kind to you, helping you without asking for anything in return. Even your biological mother couldn't do this. So, have you guessed who she is?"

Qiu Qianling stood there in a daze for a long while before speaking in a trembling voice, "I know, she...she is my master."

At this moment, she forgave the woman who deceived her in her heart.

No matter what the final answer is, she doesn't want to pursue it anymore.

Even if the master's identity is fake, his help to her is real.

Facing a person who has given her a new life and a chance to rebuild her, what qualifications does she have to accuse him of deceiving her?

What if the master had his own reasons for using Murong Ci's name?

She rashly regarded her master as someone on the same level as Shi Zhenlin and Shi Zhuoyue, which was an insult to her.

She should obviously respect and love her master as her mother!

Qiu Qianling looked at the white tower in front of her again. When she thought about how her master had sneaked over and put down this thing to protect her when she was undergoing the tribulation, she felt so happy that even her eyes narrowed.

She wanted to see her master immediately and share with her the good news of successfully killing Fentian.

Qiu Qianling was overjoyed. She couldn't wait any longer and immediately cast a spell to put the white tower into the storage bag. Then she turned around and rushed down to Snake Prison Mountain.

After a while, she arrived at the Demon Palace built on the east side of Snake Prison Mountain.

The magicians waiting in front of the Demon Palace Square saw her and bowed to her with their fists to their chests, "Greetings, Your Highness the Demon Lord."

The one hundred cultivators from the Immortal Clan were also among them. Although they had transformed into the Demon Clan, they still felt uneasy in their hearts. They were more familiar with Qiu Qianling than the Demon Clan, and subconsciously wanted to seek refuge from her.

But Qiu Qianling didn't care about anything else. Without even looking at them, he quickly walked into the palace and ran into Ying Huang head-on.

Ying Huang's injuries had already been treated, and her arm was bandaged. Seeing Qiu Qianling's anxious look, she hurriedly asked, "Your Highness the Demon Clan, are you alright? Do you want a witch doctor to take a look?"

Qiu Qianling shook his head, "No, no, I want to sleep."

Ying Huang glanced at the sky outside the door. It wasn't even night yet, so he asked in confusion, "Now?"

"Yes, right now." Qiu Qianling answered simply. She was too lazy to explain more and just wanted to see her master as soon as possible.

Shadow Phoenix thought she was tired, so she didn't ask any more questions and just asked the magician to lead her to the bedroom to rest.

Qiu Qianling followed the magician to the bedroom, lay down on the stone bed which was covered with soft bedding but still seemed a little cold and hard, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in the familiar cemetery.

Just as he was about to walk towards the largest tomb in the middle, a slightly cold and sarcastic voice suddenly came from the front, "Qiu Qianling, I didn't expect you to really kill Fentian. It really surprises me."

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a familiar figure coming out from behind the tombstone, still wearing the white mask on his face.

Strange, why does the master speak in that tone? He doesn't sound happy at all.

Qiu Qianling felt it was strange, but thinking that his master had always been like this, he didn't take it seriously.

She walked over quickly and said with a joyful smile, "Master, you already know. I saw the magic weapon on the top of the mountain. You have been to Snake Prison Mountain, right? Are you worried about me?"