Cang Yue spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Fu Yu and Ming Teng worked together with one heart.

One destroyed Qilin's physical body, and the other shattered his final, foolish move.

The Qilin descended, and the soul perished.

Cangyue had completely transformed into the appearance of a demonic beast.

She became the lowly and insignificant demon he spoke of.

All of Qilin's magical power dissipated as he fell to the ground.

He is now not even as good as a low-level cultivator.

The Soul-Devouring Vine that depended on him for survival slowly lost its vitality and turned into an ordinary vine.

"No, I won't lose."

"Fu Yu has the lowest magical power among all the immortal lords, it must be Ming Teng, Ming Teng..."

As he spoke, two vines pierced his eyes.

With her last breath, Qingzhi used all her strength to plunge the vines wrapped around her wrists into Cangyue's eyes.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Qingzhi had only this one thought left in her mind.

It is unknown how many centuries it will take for the barren Hundred Herbs Spirit Realm to regain its former vitality.

Who will compensate her for the spiritual power she lost?

Who will compensate her for all these injuries?

Even tearing Cang Yue to pieces wouldn't be enough to quell my hatred!

When the Cang family arrived, they immediately smelled a fishy stench in the air.

Qingzhi gripped the black vines and kept stabbing at the remaining people.

"My son! My son!"

The father was so anxious that he couldn't catch his breath and vomited blood.

“My son has taken away her magic.”

"She is no different from an ordinary person now."

"Whoever kills her, I'll give him 1000 taels of silver!"

In chaotic times, a healthy young adult has no more than 50 taels of silver.

Upon hearing Cangfu's words, countless cultivators glared with bloodshot eyes and rushed towards Qingzhi one after another.

Qingzhi wiped the blood from her cheek and stared blankly at the rabble.

Several hours later.

Covered in blood, Qingzhi walked down Cangyue Ridge in a daze.

Before arriving, Cangyue Ridge was shrouded in ethereal beauty and white mist, but now it reeks of blood, and even the white mist has been stained with blood.

Suddenly, an old man with a white beard appeared before them.

It is Master.

With red eyes, Qingzhi knelt on the ground, tightly clutching the hem of her master's robe.

"Master, I regret it. I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance."

The master lowered his eyes and shook his head helplessly, "Qingzhi, being stubborn and unrepentant is a great taboo."

"As your teacher, I thought you could let go of your obsession."

With a wave of his white sleeve, Master Qingzhi transformed into a celestial herb, taking root in Cangyue Ridge.

"While you are restoring your appearance, you shall guard this place well."

Cangyue Ridge was once the place with the most abundant spiritual energy and the most cultivators.

Now it has become a breeding ground for criminals and rampant money-making.

It's a pity, a lament, a tragedy.

Qingzhi looked at her master with resentment.

She knew that the more jealous, regretful, and pained she was, the less likely she was to transform and return to the Heavenly Palace.

"Ming Teng imprisoned me, Cang Yue injured me. Everything I did was only to protect myself. Why did Master take away my human form? Qing Zhi, I refuse to accept this!"

"It's all their fault. If they hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have made such a terrible mistake."

"Disciple is innocent, disciple did nothing wrong!"

The master's brow furrowed, and he scoffed coldly, "Do you really not know what you did wrong?"

Before she finished speaking, Qingzhi felt a high-frequency booming sound piercing through the leaves of the immortal herb.

Qingzhi was about to faint.

"Disciple, disciple..."

"You think I don't know why Qilin only attacked Fu Yu!"

Qingzhi was like a clown whose mask had been exposed, and could only explain in vain, "Yes, I am jealous of Junior Sister Fu Yu. Fu Yu is lazy and doesn't do anything productive, but you keep indulging her. Your favoritism makes me jealous! I originally thought that if Ming Teng stayed by Fu Yu's side, Fu Yu wouldn't have an easy time either, but Ming Teng is paying more and more attention to her and caring about her."

"His favoritism made me even more jealous."

"I am the most outstanding immortal lord! All of this should have been mine!"

Master tried his best to calm himself down. He had never imagined that Qingzhi, who always said she doted on her junior sister, would have such thoughts.

Her heart had long since rotted away.

Do you still remember the name of the Heavenly Palace?

"What does this have to do with your sense of injustice?"

After a moment of silence, Qingzhi replied sharply, "Xuan Shuang Heavenly Palace."

"It's good that you still remember."

"Then you should also remember that Fu Yu was transformed from the purest cold soul."

The master's voice was old and solemn, as if he were telling an ancient legend that was far away.

"Without Fu Yu, there would be no Xuan Shuang Heavenly Palace."

"She was simply concealing her abilities and restraining her magical powers."

"And Ming Teng, wasn't it you who pushed him to someone else? Now, you're jealous of how well Ming Teng treats others."

“Qingzhi, you are more stubborn than I imagined. I think you won’t be able to go back to the Heavenly Palace anytime soon.”

After saying that, Master disappeared.

It never appeared again.

*

The Demon Realm.

Fu Yu sent the severely injured Ming Teng back to the Demon Palace.

Because of her status as a celestial lord, the generals of the Demon Palace were on high alert, fearing that Fu Yu would use the emperor to command the feudal lords.

Using the injury to Ming Teng as leverage to threaten them into killing each other and wiping out the Demon Realm.

Only the wizard and Ling Xiao firmly believed that Fu Yu was a good person.

The wizard stroked his beard and laughed, "It seems this immortal lord is the demon lord's tribulation."

Ling Xiao floated in mid-air and snapped his fingers with a paper hand.

"I knew it. I had my suspicions when I saw the Demon Lord so distracted searching for Immortal Lord Fu Yu."

Upon hearing that Fu Yu was Ming Teng's tribulation.

The demon generals could no longer stand.

As expected of a heavenly tribulation, its power is extraordinary, capable of injuring even a demon lord who is impervious to blades and kills without hesitation.

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