Chapter 15 The Twelfth Floor of the Demon Realm

At that moment, Su Yunyu walked to the trial area in the cave. With a nervous heart, she looked over and then exclaimed in surprise and delight, discovering that her alchemy furnace was doing very well and the process was still in progress!

It seems that Heaven has finally sided with him this time.

Heaven knows how much Su Yunyu wanted to cry when she saw that the pills hadn't been ruined.

In that case, the fifth-grade pill would be ready in another thirty minutes, so Su Yunyu waited patiently for the pill.

Afterwards, he successfully passed the trial and obtained the ninth-grade pill furnace by relying on the fifth-grade pill.

However, there was a little incident: when the trial was passed and the alchemy furnace was taken away, the illusion left by the Water Immortal appeared before their eyes.

He seemed to know the visitor was pressed for time, so he only asked one question:

"Are you using this alchemy furnace to save lives or to kill them?"

Looking at the indistinct, lingering spirits before her, Su Yunyu hesitated for a moment, but then answered firmly:

"Save people."

It's simply a matter of saving first and then killing.

The immortal stroked his beard and muttered to himself:

"The wonders of creation are wondrous, yet fate plays cruel tricks on us."

These words were too subtle for Su Yunyu to hear clearly before the spirit vanished completely, signifying that the Water Immortal had vanished from this cultivation world forever.

After bowing deeply, Su Yunyu dared not delay and quickly flew out of the cave.

The secret realm was no longer clear at all; the air was filled with turbid demonic energy. In order to resist, one had to mobilize all one's spiritual energy to prevent the demonic energy from entering the body.

111: [45 minutes have passed!]

“It’s not too late,” Su Yunyu flew off and headed straight for the exit. Sure enough, she arrived at the sect square before the secret realm collapsed.

Seeing Wenren Li's barely concealed eagerness, he first gave her a reassuring smile, then couldn't wait to show Xiao Shuying the results:

"I've got the Grade Nine Pill Furnace."

Before she could even discern Long Aotian's expression, Su Yunyu felt weak all over, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.

"not good!"

Before losing consciousness, all that could be heard was Wenrenli's anxious voice.

As for Xiao Shuying in sight, she did not move an inch.

*

When Wenrenli settled the unconscious Su Yunyu in the Beiming Palace, Xiao Shuying followed behind. He was currently protected by the sect leader's magical barrier, preventing the cold air in the palace from entering his body for the time being.

Because Wenrenli could not remain here indefinitely, he entrusted this matter to Xiao Shuying.

"I have already given your master the elixir. Later, brew another herbal medicine that I left behind and leave it here for him to wake up."

"Disciple understands," Xiao Shuying lowered her head, pretending to be timid and inexperienced, clutching the hem of her clothes in her hand.

This prompted Wenrenli to sigh, and she raised her hand to pat his shoulder:

"In the future, you will be the only one who can stay by your master's side. Grow up quickly."

After saying that, he turned around, glanced at Su Yunyu who was pale-faced, lowered his eyes, and left.

He still needs to investigate the collapse of the secret realm. As for his junior brother... let's hope he's a reliable disciple.

After Wenrenli left, Xiao Shuying finally dropped her feigned weakness and looked up at the person lying on the bed:

A lock of black hair fell beside the pillow, her face was pale, her long eyelashes were calm, the quilt only reached her chest, and a pair of well-proportioned hands lay quietly outside the quilt.

Not long ago, when he brought out the alchemy furnace, he looked disheveled but also proud. Now, he lies here, oblivious to everything.

Wenrenli said that this was caused by being trapped in the demon bubble for too long in the secret realm, resulting in a depletion of spiritual energy.

Xiao Shuying stepped forward and tucked the blanket in, thinking to herself that if this was Su Yunyu's way of winning people's hearts, then it was far too successful.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Su Yunyu, who was unconscious, seemed to sense something and subconsciously raised her hand to firmly grasp his.

"..." Xiao Shuying tried to pull her hand back, but found that Su Yunyu was gripping it very tightly. After several attempts, she not only failed to pull her hand back, but also made Su Yunyu whimper.

Even after fainting, he remained restless. Xiao Shuying had no choice but to let him hold her hand as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her gaze slowly scrutinizing Su Yunyu.

Whatever the purpose, once we've used him to repair his meridians, that's when we'll make him perish and his cultivation dissipate.

*

It felt like I had a very, very long dream...

When she finally woke up, Su Yunyu lifted her heavy eyelids, lay blankly on the bed, and stared at the ceiling.

Strange, why is this ceiling made of white jade? Shouldn't it be painted with white paint?

And why is his bed so hard? He remembers that he bought a Simmons mattress, which is very comfortable to sleep on.

Moreover... Su Yunyu sat up, looked around at the empty space, and then covered her forehead and gasped.

My head hurts so much, and I feel so weak. What's wrong with him?

Just as he was lost in a daze, the door opened, and he looked up to see Xiao Shuying carrying a bowl of steaming medicine as she walked in.

Upon seeing Long Aotian, Su Yunyu finally remembered that he had already transmigrated into the book. Although he had been in this world for quite some time, the sense of detachment was still very strong.

Can he ever go back to his original world?

As Su Yunyu lowered her eyes in sorrow, Xiao Shuying sat down by the bed and handed her a spoonful of medicine.

"Master, it's time to take your medicine."

"..." Su Yunyu looked down at the spoonful of steaming medicine and wondered why she didn't let it cool down before giving it to him.

But seeing Xiao Shuying's expectant gaze, he couldn't very well refuse, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink it all down.

Sure enough, as soon as she took a sip of the medicine, the scalding liquid almost numbed Su Yunyu's sense of taste.

He gasped, almost fanning himself to stop the heat. He was about to ask Xiao Shuying if she was trying to burn him to death, but when he saw her earnest expression as she blew on the heat, he hesitated and stopped himself from speaking.

Strange, why does this scene seem so familiar?

Xiao Shuying pretended to blow on it to cool it down, but actually smiled slightly. Seeing Su Yunyu's obvious scalded expression, she was satisfied.

How could he not let Su Yunyu experience the same suffering he had endured back then, given such a good opportunity?

So Xiao Shuying blew on the spoon in her hand to cool it down a bit, and then handed it over:

"Master, it's not so hot anymore."

"..." Su Yunyu hadn't recovered yet. Looking at the soup spoon that was once again placed near her lips, judging from the steam rising from it, it did feel a little better than before, but...

He really doesn't want to take the medicine!

So Su Yunyu quickly swallowed the spoonful of medicine and hurriedly said:

"Just leave the medicine here, I can do it myself."

Now that she's said that, Xiao Shuying should leave, right?

When he leaves, I'll just throw the medicine away myself.

Absolutely perfect.

Xiao Shuying obediently put the medicine aside, then stood beside Su Yunyu, staring intently at her, and said:

"My uncle instructed me to watch my master finish his medicine before we talk about it."

"..."

Seeing that her plan to pour out the medicine had failed, Su Yunyu picked it up with a bitter face, chilled it with her spiritual energy, and then prepared to drink it all in one gulp—

However, Su Yunyu did not expect that the chilled herbal soup would be so bitter that she almost spat it out as soon as she took a sip.

No, no, I can't throw up!

The reason I couldn't taste the medicine in the first two sips was because my sense of taste was impaired by the heat, but now that I've drunk it all, I can finally taste the medicine thoroughly.

It's bitter, so bitter it makes my tongue numb, my throat is bitter, everything is bitter.

Su Yunyu used the bowl to hide her pained expression, while Xiao Shuying, standing beside her, couldn't help but raise her sleeve to cover her laughter.

Even without looking at his expression, you could tell that this medicine must taste extremely awful.

However, it's not worth it for him to put so much Coptis chinensis in the medicine if he can taste it to this level.

Anyway, it doesn't affect the efficacy; at most, it affects the taste.

"Thump—" Su Yunyu slammed the empty bowl down on the table, her mind even more confused than when she had just woken up.

He desperately tried to swallow the bitterness from his lips and teeth, then asked Xiao Shuying calmly:

"Do you still have the candied fruit I gave you last time?"

Ugh, he wants some candied fruit to balance it out, it's so bitter!

Xiao Shuying seemed to have anticipated this question, and immediately looked down at the ground, scratching the back of her head as if embarrassed.

"I ate all the candied fruit that Master gave me last time because I thought it was delicious."

That's not actually the case. Su Yunyu forced him to eat a piece that day, and he didn't touch the rest of the large pile. After all, this kind of cloyingly sweet stuff would be a disaster to eat even one more bite.

However, he wouldn't give the candied fruit to Su Yunyu now.

Otherwise, how could it be fair to the several pieces of bitter melon he painstakingly put in?

Otherwise, how could we repay Su Yunyu for deliberately creating the extreme contrast of ice and fire when she fed him the medicine?

"..."

Upon hearing this, Su Yunyu froze on the spot, her eyes almost bursting with tears as she looked at Xiao Shuying.

Without candied fruit, he would really suffer from the bitterness of the tonic.

Seeing Su Yunyu's eyes redden and moisten, Xiao Shuying's gaze deepened. While feeling a surge of pleasure, he also felt that he might have gone a bit too far...

No way, he wouldn't be fooled by Su Yunyu's fake appearance.

How could the bitterness of mere medicine compare to the torment he had endured over so many lifetimes?

*

The Demon Realm.

The ambush was carried out on the Twelve Towers, and the Heavenly Palace was filled with its inhabitants.

In the demonic realm, where crimson light and demonic energy wafted, stood an exceptionally beautiful palace bearing the plaque "Tenmanlou".

Pushing open the heavy vermilion door, one sees imposing stone pillars standing on either side of the main hall, with coiled black snakes that seem both real and unreal, intimidating everyone who comes in.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and thick bloodstains were faintly visible in the cracks between the bricks. The sound of clothes rustling on the ground came from behind a screen with a deep gold double-sided embroidered with chimeras.

Xi Huaiguang, the master of Fengyulou, who was kneeling in the center of the main hall, instinctively held his breath upon hearing footsteps in the hall. His whole body tensed, and he dared not raise his face, only glancing at the sound out of the corner of his eye. He respectfully said:

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Their Demon Realm has twelve towers, each with a tower master. Feng Mingye leads all twelve towers, and to distinguish them, he is called the Venerable Master instead of the Tower Master.

The people in the hall remained silent. The sound of robes fluttering on the ground slowly drew closer. In Xi Huaiguang's peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of a red robe, a red more shocking than fresh blood.

Just as he was feeling nervous, a pair of hands helped him up. When Xi Huaiguang hurriedly looked up, he saw Feng Mingye's eyes, which were filled with a deep smile.

"Your Excellency!"

"No need for formalities," Feng Mingye said, helping him up without letting go. Instead, he raised his hand to stroke Xi Huaiguang's tense face, sighing first.

“Your Excellency has looked haggard while I was away.”

She felt a sense of pity and tenderness, but Xi Huaiguang was not a girl, and upon hearing this, she felt a chill run down her spine, and she became even more unable to fathom the behavior of the person in front of her.

Fortunately, Feng Mingye wasn't one to wait for a response. He withdrew his hand, flicked his sleeve, and turned to ask:

"Is there any news from the Tianxuan Sect?"

When the topic turned to business, Xi Huaiguang quickly replied:

"That day, many disciples were tainted by demonic energy. The sect leader, Wenren Lizheng, worked tirelessly every day to remove the demonic energy from the disciples, and nothing unusual was reported."

"..."

Feng Mingye remained silent.

Xi Huaiguang couldn't see his expression, so he couldn't guess what he was thinking. Filled with doubt, he couldn't help but ask:

"My lord, you've taken such a great risk to infiltrate this secret realm and pollute the array's core. What are your plans?"

"This?" Feng Mingye chuckled upon hearing this, seemingly raising his sleeve to cover his face as he laughed, his red robes trembling.

"I'm looking for someone, someone who can cultivate both spiritual and demonic arts."

"Oh?" Xi Huaiguang became interested. This was the first time he had ever heard of such a special person. He immediately put aside his fear and pressed for more information:

"I wonder what kind of person could cultivate both spiritual and demonic arts?"

“Telling you won’t hurt,” Feng Mingye slowly turned to look at Xi Huaiguang, and seeing his eyes turn away in fear, his thin lips curved into a wider smile.

"This person is a spirit of the Three Realms. I will send him demonic energy to help him cultivate more efficiently."

“I see,” Xi Huaiguang nodded, wondering why Feng Mingye, who was usually so unpredictable, was so patient in answering him.

Realizing his words had been too forward, Xi Huaiguang was about to take his leave when a sharp pain shot through his chest—

He looked down in confusion and saw a pale hand pierce through his heart, the excruciating pain emanating from there.

Why, why did this happen...?

Xi Huaiguang coughed up blood, his eyes wide with shock as he watched Feng Mingye withdraw his blood-soaked hand. He desperately swallowed the blood and tried to ask:

"Your Excellency...you..."

The sounds he made were all breathy. Xi Huaiguang collapsed, and before he died, he only saw Feng Mingye standing high in front of him, his long, narrow, upturned eyes coldly looking down at him, his thin lips slightly parted:

"Take the secret and get out."

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