The three arrived at a town. Feng Xie went out to buy pills for Xieyang Zhenjun. When she returned to the inn, she couldn't find the boy. Xieyang Zhenjun said that he had gone with his family. Feng Xie didn't care. After all, she was indifferent to the coming and going of relationships.

I never imagined that the little boy from back then would actually be a descendant of Cheng Guang Zhen Jun.

Bi Xie snapped out of her thoughts. The noisy chatter annoyed her, and her usually cold face turned ashen. "You want me to die, so I'll just die? Aren't you all overthinking this?"

The cold, clear voice was like a bucket of kerosene, igniting the flames in everyone's hearts even higher.

"You protected the Demon Ancestor and nurtured a demon; you deserve to die ten thousand times over!"

"With so many Nascent Soul cultivators here, do you think you still have a chance to escape?"

"Why waste so much breath talking to this sinner? Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

"..."

Cong Nianzhenjun stared coldly at Bi Xie: "This humble Taoist asks you, where is the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui now! If you tell me honestly, this humble Taoist can let you die a quick death!"

Bi Xie looked at the ugly faces in the room and sneered, "You won't find him!"

"Go search her Xuanhuo Peak! Don't let that demon escape!" Hongru Zhenjun said, and took the lead in walking out of the council hall.

Soon a large group of cultivators followed them.

This search thoroughly examined the entire Jin Guang Sect, but they couldn't find even a trace of Ji Gui.

Cong Nianzhenjun glared angrily at Bi Xie, who was completely uninvolved, and pointed his index finger at him: "Were you just stalling for time, giving that demon a chance to escape?"

Bi Xie curled his lips slightly: "Do you think he needs to run away? If all of you attack together, you'll be lucky if you can even scratch a hair on his head."

These words were a blatant contempt for them. As Nian Zhenjun was furious and about to attack again, Bi Xie was prepared. The clash of spiritual power between the two Nascent Soul cultivators directly caused many low-level cultivators to vomit blood.

"Grab her, don't let her get away!"

Someone shouted, and Bi Xie, who hadn't planned to run away, was quickly surrounded by several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Wu Zhan Zhenjun rushed forward in a hurry, but his spirit sword was directly deflected by the barrier formed by several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Great Ancestor, please help Feng Xie Zhenjun! Wu Zhan begs you!" The handsome man was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot and his fists were clenched tightly.

"You're hopeless!" Cheng Guang Zhenjun pressed down on his shoulder to stop him from kneeling, and glared angrily at Bi Xie, who was surrounded in the center. "If she refuses to reveal Ji Gui's whereabouts, no one can help her!"

Bi Xie ultimately did not reveal Ji Gui's whereabouts, mainly because no one would believe her even if she did, and would instead think that she was protecting Ji Gui again.

After all, even if she told them about the desolate lands, how many people would dare to set foot on the Demon Emperor's territory!

Bi Xie, who was considered stubborn and defiant, was imprisoned in the Fire Poison Cave again.

In just a moment, not only was her spiritual power locked, but her storage bag was also confiscated.

Every now and then, Nascent Soul True Lords from various sects would come to torture her.

Among them, the one who came from Nianzhenjun was the most cheerful.

Bi Xie let out a weak breath, looked down at his battered and bruised body, and didn't want to move a single finger. "That petty old man, Cong Nian Zhenjun, was definitely retaliating on purpose! Bastard! Damn it!"

"Hiss~"

The poison from the fire on the wall seeped in through the gaping wound, causing a burning pain in my back.

"Damn it! It hurts so much!" Bi Xie braced his hands against the wall, trying to get away from the scorching heat. However, his bloodied and mangled hands were immediately burned with charred marks when they touched the sizzling, toxic wall.

The stone chamber was not dark. Before Nianzhenjun left, he had unlocked the iron lock, but Bixie's back was stuck to the wall. With the slightest movement, the bloody wound was torn open, and another piercing pain shot through him.

Bi Xie slowly separated her back from the wall, bit by bit. This process was no different from being tortured again, and she was in so much pain that she just wanted to curse!

She wasn't this miserable in the first vampire world; at most, she lost some blood.

This world is unbelievable! The more glorious she was as a Nascent Soul True Monarch before, the more miserable she is now!

Bi Xie gritted her teeth and muttered to herself as she endured the pain and crawled to the center of the stone chamber. In just a few steps, it seemed as if all her strength had been exhausted. A layer of cold sweat fell from her forehead, rolled down her forehead to the corner of her eye, and then slid into her clothes.

Bi Xie was thankful that those bastards hadn't stripped her clothes off. The clothes she was wearing were high-level defensive magic artifacts, durable and heat-resistant; otherwise, she would have collapsed long ago after days of torture.

The bloodied hand groped and drew another red line on the ground.

Bi Xie breathed a sigh of relief; she had only been locked up in this godforsaken place for eighteen days.

She thought eighteen months had passed during those miserable and agonizing days!

Bi Xie pinched the hair stuck to his face with blood and sweat between two fingers, sat cross-legged on the ground, and continued to call out to the long-lost hosting system, "Little system, I'm in such a miserable state, are you sure you don't want to come out and chuckle a few times?"

"I feel... I might not make it to the moment when the big boss comes to the rescue."

"I...I'm in so much pain! These bastards, their tricks are getting more and more insidious. That Dragon Bone Soul-Destroying Nail has been implanted in my body for three days now. They said...if I don't reveal Ji Gui's whereabouts within seven days, the Dragon Bone Soul-Destroying Nail will grow into my flesh and blood..."

"If you want to remove it later, you'll have to cut out the bone and remove the flesh, haha..."

The bloodied and mangled fingers moved gently toward the left shoulder blade, but Bi Xie didn't dare to press it. He grinded his back teeth with a cold laugh and couldn't help but curse "bastard" again, "I have at least a dozen nails like these planted in my body. If they really wanted to cut out my bones and flesh, I would be turned into a human stick."

"A bunch of bastards! I'm thinking of turning evil too..."

She muttered to herself for who knows how long, when suddenly a few light footsteps came from the cave entrance.

Accompanied by the woman's soft whisper: "True Lord Wuzhan, I won't accompany you inside. You must hurry, I can't handle True Lord Chengguang for long..."

Bi Xie looked towards the cave entrance, and soon the barrier was opened, and a dark green figure flashed in.

"True Lord Feng Xie," Wu Zhan's mouth gaped open, his breathing becoming slightly rapid upon seeing the woman covered in wounds, "How could they... how could they..."

He seemed to be having difficulty speaking, or perhaps his emotions were too turbulent; he couldn't finish his sentence. He hurried a few steps to Bi Xie, and seeing her heartbroken state, his eyes were red.

Bi Xie looked at the golden tears falling from his eyes and suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt.

Instead, she comforted him, saying, "It's alright, what brings you here?"

She wanted to say "it doesn't hurt," but she couldn't bring herself to lie.