Shu Yun was actually standing not far away, but she was unwilling to show herself just now, so the painted-skin demon naturally couldn't see her.

Even though he felt a pang of pity seeing the female demon's pitiful appearance, Si Ming stood beside her and gently advised, "It was already against the rules for the High God to help her detoxify earlier. Don't make any more moves and cause trouble for yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Yun took a step and appeared in front of the painted skin, revealing his immortal form.

Si Ming slapped his forehead in frustration and could only follow, but he did not reveal his immortal form. Instead, he frantically used his eyes to signal to the gods not to interfere in mortal affairs.

When the painted skin saw that her dull eyes had brightened, she bowed respectfully and said, "Please have mercy, Your Excellency."

Shu Yun looked at her and said, "He is dead, but it is indeed a sad thing for you lovers to be separated by death. If you are willing, I can go to the Old Man of the Moon and say a word for you so that you can be together in the next life."

Hearing her words, Si Ming shook his head fiercely. Marriage is preordained by heaven, and even if a god were to intervene, it would not end well. Why invite tribulation for the sake of these two strangers?

Unexpectedly, the masked figure rejected the suggestion, saying, "In the next life, I will no longer be myself, and he will no longer be him."

"Souls reincarnate through countless lifetimes, yet you are still you, and he is still him, isn't he?"

Shu Yun was puzzled.

The painted skin man leaned close to Wei Qin, his eyes seemingly filled with endless tears of blood, his expression crazed, "It's different, it's different, please..."

A few specks of white light emanated from Shu Yun's hand. She touched the spot where Wei Qin's neck and head were severed, and the white light floated and connected the two points, so that the painted skin no longer needed to cover it with its hands.

Ignoring Si Ming's objections, she reached out with her right hand and grabbed at the void. The Black and White Impermanence appeared before the Painted Skin, along with Wei Qin, whose soul had just been captured.

Painted Skin's gaze locked onto Wei Qin, and he stepped forward, "Ah Qin..."

Wei Qin was chained and unable to move, so he could only comfort her with his eyes.

"Don't leave me..." Hua Pi walked up to Wei Qin, reaching out but unable to touch him. "Don't abandon me..."

Wei Qin spoke, but he and Jiao Jiao were separated by life and death. He could hear Jiao Jiao's words, but the living Jiao Jiao could not hear what this ghost was saying.

It is truly a matter of millimeters, yet also as far as the ends of the earth.

The painted skin saw its own appearance in his eyes: its skin was as white as paper, but its lips were an unusually bright red, and its cheeks were sunken, making it look like a demon.

She hurriedly covered her face, took a few steps back, and trembled like a leaf.

"Jiaojiao, look at me! Don't be afraid!" Wei Qin understood her thoughts perfectly well. "I've known all along that you're a demon, I don't care whether you're human or demon..."

From the perspective of the painted skin, she could only see his mouth opening and closing, but she was so flustered that she couldn't possibly guess his lip movements.

She stammered as she explained, "I'm sorry I lied to you, but I truly love you... Please don't be angry with me..."

Wei Qin was extremely anxious and kept turning his head to ask Shu Yun and the others for help, but she didn't even glance at him, letting the painted skin demon speculate wildly on its own.

"What kind of deity is this!" Wei Qin disregarded the identities of the two men and ignored the warnings from the Black and White Impermanence, cursing loudly, "Shouldn't deities have mercy on all living beings?"

Hearing his words, Shu Yun curled the corners of her lips and looked at him with a half-smile, "Who told you that gods should have pity on all living beings? Gods are high above, and mortals in the world are nothing more than ants among countless ants from the perspective of the heavens. Who would care about the feelings of ants?"

Wei Qin, the Painted Skin, and the Black and White Impermanence stared at her blankly.

Si Ming, standing to the side, sighed helplessly, "You always meddle in other people's business."

Wei Qin's words seemed to have offended Shu Yun, and she didn't want to stay any longer. "If you don't want to lose your memories of this life, then Wei Qin should become a demonic cultivator. Demonic cultivators and monsters are a perfect match."

Demonic cultivators...

Penglai has remained neutral since ancient times, not interfering in the affairs between the Nine Heavens and the Demon Realm. The only time it intervened was when the Demon Realm used forbidden techniques to create a demon god.

However, unlike the irreconcilable conflict between the Nine Heavens and the Demon Realm, Penglai has always treated people regardless of their sect or faction. Demon cultivators use demonic energy for cultivation, while those from the Nine Heavens use spiritual energy. As long as Penglai finds you agreeable, it doesn't matter whether you are from the Nine Heavens or the Demon Realm; they will treat you with courtesy.

The Black and White Impermanence exchanged bewildered glances. "Your Excellency, is it really appropriate to just let his soul go like this...?"

"He's still a human emperor, so he still has some freedom of spirit."

The legend of dragon energy in the mortal realm is not without reason. Although mortals cannot cultivate like those in the nine heavens of the demon realm or Penglai, those who rise to the position of human emperor in the mortal realm are also favored by heaven and earth, and their souls are more free when they go to the underworld.

Upon hearing this, the Black and White Impermanence unlocked the chains and released Wei Qin.

A small wooden puppet appeared in Shu Yun's palm. After the puppet left her palm, it grew to the size of a human head. "Possess it."

"This is..." Si Ming looked at the puppet and couldn't help but sigh inwardly that Shu Yun was a real spendthrift, using such a rare and precious treasure as Kunlun wood in this way.

Shu Yun glanced at Hua Pi, "You know who to take him to."

Having said that, he ignored everyone and vanished into thin air, leaving behind a celestial being, a demon, and three ghosts.

After Wei Qin possessed the puppet made of Kunlun wood, he could speak and move, and even nourish the Yin spirit. The Painted Skin took him to Jiaxing Temple without stopping to seek the cultivation method of demonic cultivators, hoping to cultivate a demonic body as soon as possible and get rid of this puppet body.

Si Ming patted the two men, one in black and one in white, on the shoulder. "It's rare for a god to go out like this. Go back and tell Yama to turn a blind eye."

The Black and White Impermanence looked at Si Ming with sympathy, "You must be tired, Si Ming, that a deity has suddenly come to the mortal realm."

Si Ming waved his hand, appearing calm on the surface, but in reality, he was in tears.