Entering the Demonic Realm

With a "pop" sound,

The porcelain cup was thrown backwards, and as the tea splashed, ripples were created, accompanied by the crisp sound of the porcelain cup breaking.

The old man Qing kicked and flew over the wooden table. He turned over and pushed the old man Shu to the ground, covering her mouth with one hand, "Mmmmm..."

The other hand produced a piece of talisman paper, burning with golden light, and stuck it to Shuyi's shoulder. The old man's body instantly stiffened, unable to move, and unable to struggle anymore.

"Shuyi, have you forgotten?" The old man Qingyi looked at her eyes filled with hatred and said in a low voice, "Jianyi and I have a very bad relationship. My disciple almost killed his son."

As he spoke, the entire pavilion gradually became blurred and distorted, isolating the surroundings and forming an enclosed space.

The old man Qingyi let go of his hand. "You even forgot this, Shuyi, tell me...will I drink that cup of poisoned tea, huh?"

The old man yelled, "Let me go! You traitor! Scum! Letting you drink tea and die of poison is the best way for me to kill you! Get out of here! You shameless bastard!"

"Shout as you please. It's rare that you can say such harsh words." The old man looked at her, propped up his upper body, and smiled at the corners of his eyes, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "I have opened a realm. You can do whatever you want. I will not interfere. When you get tired of shouting, you can tell me who you are."

"Let me go! Let me go..."

The old man stood quietly by and did not react.

"Huff, huff..." The old man got tired after shouting for a while, and knew that he could not escape his shackles, so he simply closed his eyes and mouth and acted like a blind and speechless puppet.

"Why bother? In this realm, time flows several times slower than in the real world. You'll be very bored. Why don't you just tell the truth? Just treat it as a chat." The old man Qingyi took out a wooden box from his arms and opened it. Inside was candy of various flavors. He picked up one, put it to the tip of the old man Shuyi's nose and shook it around, then put it in his mouth, smacking his lips and deliberately praising loudly, "It smells very good, right? This is made by my apprentice, and he is very good. Shuyi, no, you are not Shuyi, but if you tell me who you are, I will let you taste how delicious this candy is."

The old man ate one candy bar at a time right in front of her, quickly finishing half the box. He even insisted on letting her smell it before each bite. "Delicious, delicious, really delicious."

"What do I have to confess?" The old man kept swallowing his saliva. Finally, he could no longer bear his torture and opened his eyes and rolled his eyes at him. "It was you who betrayed the Immortal Mountain, and now you are turning the tables and asking me about it."

Seeing her speak, the old man fed her a piece of food. "I just used a forbidden technique, how can it be considered as betraying the Immortal Mountain? Don't make it sound so serious. Besides, I was punished, so why are you still talking about it?"

"Hmm...it's delicious...it has nothing to do with this. Did you lose your memory?" said the old man Shu Yi angrily. "In the great battle at Xianshan a year ago, it was you, Wuqingshan, who were the leaders."

The old man's mind froze, "?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?" The old man's nonchalant expression froze. "I've been in a coma for almost two years. My only disciple who can mobilize a war has been in a coma longer than I have. How could he have time to fight?"

"Stop lying! The entire Immortal Mountain knows about you, a bunch of traitors to the ruthless path! I'm just playing a show with you now!" The old man Shu Yi became more and more excited as he spoke. The veins on his neck bulged and coiled upwards, looking as if they were full of vitality.

The old man's eyes widened for a moment, and he quickly realized that something was wrong. He quickly put down the candy box and pressed his fingers up and down on the acupoints on her neck where the veins were entangled. He pressed hard inwards. The instant pain made the old man almost faint. The blue veins gradually turned red. He frowned, stared at the old man, and spoke again, "Who are you?"

"I..." The old man Shuyi struggled painfully, shaking his head vigorously. His eyes cleared up in an instant, and he grabbed the old man Qingyi's sleeve tightly, saying with difficulty, "Qingyi, that tea... ahem... you didn't drink it, right?"

"Of course I won't drink it." The old man pinched her chin and stared into her eyes. "You...what on earth is going on? You were controlled just now, right? What on earth is in your body?"

"I won't be awake for long." Shuyi said with a pained expression, "Qingyi, the only ones awake in Xianshan right now are you, Wuqingshan. You must... kill us. You can't let us... destroy the entire world."

The old man asked anxiously, "What does this mean? Who is controlling you?"

Shuyi shook her head. The old man removed the talisman from her shoulder and helped her sit up. "What's going on?"

The old man's face wrinkled as he struggled to open his sleeve, revealing his wounded arm. "I'm almost losing consciousness and becoming a puppet. Remember, you can't trust anyone in Xianshan. They don't trust you either."

She trembled and grabbed the old man, "Qingyi, we can't give up. We... must..."

Before she finished speaking, she shook her head violently. When she looked at the old man Qingyi again, her expression was completely different from before. A smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "Qingyi, why are you sitting here?"

The old man broke out in a cold sweat, his clothes sticking to him. He couldn't adapt to what was happening before his eyes. He picked up the candy box, his pupils trembling suddenly, "You forgot, I wanted to share the candy with you, but you didn't want to eat it."

Without giving the old man a chance to speak, he stood up in a panic and hurried away, "I'm leaving first."

"My guess has been verified. What exactly is the abnormality I noticed?" said the old man.

"They're being controlled," Cong Mo said. "Except for us, everyone else's movements are predetermined. It's like... they've been poisoned and are being controlled."

"Cong Mo, as Shu Yi said, the entire Immortal Mountain has probably become... a puppet. What we face is more difficult than we imagined."

Cong Mo was puzzled. "But...how did so many people manage to do it without relying on demonic energy? Is there something we don't know?"

"This is what I want to tell you about, the forbidden techniques found in the book." The old man pointed at the book in her hand. "This book describes an experiment conducted by an elder many years ago. Because it could easily cause strife in the world and hinder the belief in cultivation, it was classified as a forbidden technique and must not be used. The elder studied and found that not only demonic energy, but also spiritual power... can induce resentment and stir up people's deepest desires and evil thoughts with so-called righteous intentions. It means... personal selfish desires are called personal justice. Demonic energy and spiritual power have the same roots and repel each other. Their so-called uses and methods are mostly similar. However, since their spread, most people have believed that the two are mutually exclusive and lifelong enemies, so they are not aware of this."

"I understand why you say that." Cong Mo clenched the book tightly and looked forward. "If more people knew about this, I'm afraid it would cause a large-scale evil practice."

The old man sighed. It was no wonder that she was Cong Mo's love interest. Her plan had been a step-by-step trap, "Your love interest is most likely using the spiritual energy within the disciples of the Immortal Mountain to stimulate resentment and manipulate them. During the brutal battle and massacre in the Demon Realm, resentment accumulated, along with demonic energy. If she were to refine her spiritual energy and carry the resentment into the Immortal Mountain, no one would be able to detect or stop it. It would slowly seep in and digest the resentment without anyone noticing. Two years would be enough for her to accomplish this. It wouldn't be difficult."

Cong Mo put the book away in his sleeve, his face pale. "Back then... I fell into her trap, which is why she succeeded until now."

The old man comforted her, "What you did back then was a choice you had no choice but to make when you were forced to face the precipice. There's no need to blame yourself."

"I don't blame myself. If it happens again, I will do the same thing." Cong Mo said firmly, "I can't look at anyone because I am on the brink of death."

If it were someone else, Cong Mo wouldn't have been so furious as to kill so many demon soldiers. Otherwise, Qing Gen Cong Mo wouldn't have specifically sought out Leng Can to threaten him. The old man shrugged, not revealing what she didn't realize. "If it's really as described in the book, I haven't found a way to break this technique yet."

"No hurry." Cong Mo grabbed his arm and flew down. "There are many forbidden books in the library. We can go back and read them slowly. We are going down now. Watch the road, Master."

The two men put on black robes and slowly landed on the ground. As soon as their feet were stable, they felt a fishy and sweet smell mixed with burnt food rushing towards them. They raised their heads and were faced with extremely low black clouds. Even the wind seemed to have thorns, blowing on their faces like fine needles, which stung them painfully. They put away their swords and held them in their hands. They were wary of their surroundings and walked slowly inward. The Demon Realm had not changed much compared to the past. At their feet were frozen hard gray stones. The stones were not closed tightly, and dark red was seeping from the cracks, like solidified blood. Not far away were a few crooked trees with bare branches, entangled with shiny black vines, and sticky substances were dripping from the tips of the vines.

No, it's even more disgusting.

Just as he was staring blankly, a shadow passed over his head - it was an eagle with its wings spread out, with a smell of demonic energy all over its body. Its wings were like thin blades, flapping rapidly. Amidst the buzzing sound, he caught a glimpse of its gray-red compound eyes, making it look like a man-eating eagle. If it had been trapped in the demon world for many years, this appearance would be consistent. The eagle did not see them and quickly flew away.

"It's been a long time since I came here. I was in a hurry and didn't observe carefully." The old man was very curious and looked around. "The things here are very characteristic of the demon world."

"It's indeed very different from the Immortal Mountain." Cong Mo nodded. "It is also because of these differences that the human world has always believed that the residents of the Demon World are definitely not good people."

"It's also related to the disasters they committed back then. Everything happens for a reason." The old man took a half step forward and saw the empty space inside. "There's no sound at all. Didn't you protect those native residents of the demon world back then? It's impossible... they were also killed. Besides, there's not even a guard."

"Maybe it's inside. Let's go in and take a look."

"good."

The two of them walked inside side by side, close to each other.