Yuan Yuyan
"Hmm?" Mo Zuili asked, puzzled.
She knew about the Immortal Valley; it had been mentioned in the novel.
But what exactly is the Arctic Ocean?
Chu Qing rubbed his temples, his voice weak: "I only know a little bit about it. It is said that the energy contained in the Extreme Sea can allow cultivators to directly become immortals. However, the Extreme Sea has never truly been opened."
Mo Zuili was shocked and wondered if this was caused by the clash between [Mo Zuili] and the Heavenly Dao.
Chu Qing slowly stood up and said, "If you want to find A Ling, you can go directly to the Extreme Sea. After the Extreme Sea appeared, the spiritual energy here increased, and the outer layer of the Immortal Valley will also sense it, and everyone will come towards the Extreme Sea."
...
Shen Ling leaned against the cold rock wall. Her black outfit was slashed in several places by the sword, and drops of blood dripped onto the ground, leaving a small, dark stain.
Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Shen Ling gave a bitter laugh and murmured, "Is the demon bloodline... so hateful?"
His voice was full of exhaustion.
He never intentionally harmed anyone, but from the day his bloodline mutated, he could never shake off the labels of "traitor" and "monster".
The person who was just chatting and laughing with me a moment ago turned on me with swords the moment they learned that I was a demon.
Recalling the curses and shouts of the cultivators just now, Shen Ling couldn't help but sigh.
It's not their fault; after all, demons are indeed difficult to control.
If it weren't for the methods and elixirs given by my master to maintain my sanity, the ghostly bloodline within me would have long since turned me into a mindless madman who hurts people everywhere.
After spreading out his divine sense and confirming that the cultivators who had been chasing him had left, Shen Ling slowly sat down.
Before Shen Ling could recover, two figures landed on an open space not far away.
Shen Ling looked up warily; it was two girls.
...two acquaintances.
Shen Ling began to wonder if she had come at the wrong time.
How did I end up meeting Huang Tianyao and Shangguan Fu'er here?
Huang Tianyao and his junior sister are vying for the title of Demon King. Surely there must be an entrance to the Immortal Valley?
How come these two are on the outer edge of the Immortal Valley?
Huang Tianyao gripped the dark red longsword, while Shangguan Fu'er stood beside her, her arm wrapped in white cloth, her face pale but her eyes sharp, staring intently at Shen Ling.
"Shen Ling, long time no see." Huang Tianyao curled his lips into a cold smile, his tone full of sarcasm.
Shen Ling chuckled helplessly, her whole body tense, gripping the Reverse Sin Lamp warily, and said, "Haha, long time no see."
Shen Ling believed that she had only met Huang Tianyao a few times and had never offended him.
Huang Tianyao's tone...
"When Mo Zuili threatened me with Fu'er, she was quite ruthless. Tell me, what do you think she would do if I threatened her with her senior brother?"
really.
Shen Ling sighed, "It's not a good idea. Maybe we should just forget about it. You guys should hurry up and go inside. Don't worry about me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Ling suddenly stood up, summoned a longsword with his right hand, demonic energy wrapped around the blade, and the Reverse Sin Lamp in his left hand emitted a faint white light.
Shen Ling didn't think Huang Tianyao's behavior was inappropriate. The cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world, and threatening and being threatened are common occurrences.
But he didn't want to become a burden to Mo Zuili. His junior sister had come to find a way to consolidate her foundation, and he couldn't let her be distracted by him.
With a swing of his longsword, Chen Ling turned and ran.
Huang Tianyao scoffed and chased after him with his sword: "That's not up to you." The longsword, carrying sharp spiritual power, aimed straight at Shen Ling's heart.
Shangguan Fu'er also made her move at the same time, and several talismans exploded in the air, forming a net that blocked Shen Ling's retreat.
Shen Ling gritted her teeth and went to meet him. Her sword clashed with Huang Tianyao's longsword, producing a piercing metallic clang.
He was already injured and had to avoid the attacks of the talismans. After only a few moves, he was forced to the edge of the rock wall, and Huang Tianyao's sword was only an inch away from his throat.
Just as Shen Ling was about to fight to the death and absolutely not let Huang Tianyao catch her, a voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Roll to the left!"
Shen Ling was puzzled, but there was no time to hesitate.
Let's take a gamble.
Shen Ling gritted her teeth and activated the Reverse Sin Lamp. The surrounding demonic energy caused Huang Tianyao to pause for a moment. Shen Ling took the opportunity to roll sharply to the left. Her back scraped against the rock fragments on the rock wall, burning with pain, but she just managed to avoid an attack that came from nowhere.
Several explosions rang out, and after the dust settled, Shen Ling had vanished without a trace.
"Who's meddling in other people's business!" Huang Tianyao roared, looking around but seeing no one.
Shen Ling's right shoulder was gripped tightly, and he was rolled around on the ground covered with withered leaves. The fishy smell mixed with the coolness of the wind filled his nostrils, and he felt another wave of dizziness.
After finally stopping, Shen Ling leaned on the ground, panting heavily. Everything was pitch black before her eyes, and it took a while for her vision to gradually clear.
Just as Shen Ling raised his hand to express his gratitude, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice in front of him: "Brother Shen, it really is you. Why did you lie to me before..."
Shen Ling's movements stopped.
The voice that had just rushed past her ear amidst the chaos was hurried and hoarse, but this one was gentle with a hint of hesitation, and the familiarity in its tone stirred something in Shen Ling's heart.
Shen Ling pressed her still heavy forehead and slowly raised her head.
A monk in a gray robe stood in front of him, his hood covering most of his face, revealing only a section of his softly shaped chin.
"It's me." Shen Ling's voice was still a little weak, her gaze fixed on the other person's hood.
Seeing this, the man in the gray robe simply raised his hand and pulled off his hood.
It was an extremely gentle face. The eyebrows and eyes were slender, with the corners of the eyes drooping slightly, and the irises were a light amber color.
However, the jawline on this face is sharper than Shen Ling remembers.
Shen Ling slowly spoke: "Wen Yan."
In the chaos just now, the voice was obviously disguised. Shen Ling had already guessed what the voice was like. Now that he saw the face and confirmed it, Shen Ling didn't know what to say.
Wen Yan was a cultivator he met when he went out to train shortly after becoming Chu Qing's disciple.
At that time, Wen Yan had just been expelled from the sect and had neither a magic weapon to protect him nor a single spirit stone to his name.
When Shen Ling met him, a demonic beast was causing trouble on the nearby mountains, injuring several villagers. Wen Yan wanted to kill the beast to get some spirit stones to make a living, but he didn't expect the bear to suddenly become enraged. Fortunately, Shen Ling arrived in time and subdued it.
Afterwards, Shen Ling took Wen Yan to a small tavern in town and ordered two small dishes.
The two hit it off as they chatted, and Wen Yan poured out the injustices within the sect. He was originally an ordinary disciple, but because he refused to give gifts to the elders, he was deprived of his chance for promotion and was eventually expelled on charges of "slacking off in cultivation."
At that time, Shen Ling was young and impetuous. Upon hearing this, he immediately slammed his fist on the table and insisted on dragging Wen Yan back to that small sect to demand an explanation.
That was one of the very few times he voluntarily revealed his identity as "Chu Qing's disciple" while he was out training.
Before leaving, Shen Ling knew that Chu Qing had a noble status. As the only disciple of her master, once this status was revealed, her journey of training would be smooth sailing.
That is not good for you.
However, the small sects were used to bullying others in small places, and even if Shen Ling didn't reveal his identity, he might not be able to leave that area.
Finally, the elder of that small sect panicked and apologized to Wen Yan.
Later, somehow the master found out about this and even sent a message, along with a bottle of healing pills.
However, things have changed now.
Thinking of this, Shen Ling recalled the sect disciples who had traveled with her earlier.
Shen Ling felt a complex mix of emotions. She took a small step back and bowed to Wen Yan, saying, "Thank you for saving me earlier. I didn't lie to you; I wasn't born with demonic blood. It was a mistake in my cultivation technique that caused my bloodline to mutate..."
Seeing Wen Yan frown, Shen Ling sighed and said, "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."
After saying that, Shen Ling straightened up, took out a white porcelain medicine bottle from her storage ring, and handed it to Wen Yan: "I don't have anything good on me, so take this bottle of Rejuvenation Pill. I didn't control my demonic energy well just now, I'm sorry."
After saying that, Shen Ling turned and left. Given her current identity, she should act alone.
After walking quite a distance, Shen Ling heard a noise and turned around.
Wen Yan's expression was still somewhat hesitant. Seeing Shen Ling turn around and look at him with a puzzled expression, his face changed several times before he finally said, "You just revealed your identity. The cultivators in this area already know that there are demons here. You..."
He paused, looking at the still-bleeding wound on Shen Ling's shoulder, and added, "Besides, you're injured now, so why don't you... why don't you come with me? You're also planning to go to the inner layer, right?"
Shen Ling was stunned.
He hadn't expected Wen Yan to suggest going along, since in today's cultivation world, the identity of a demon was practically equivalent to being "despised by everyone."
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Ling thought of her junior sister and master.
Finally, thinking about Mo Zuili's friends, it's not like everyone deserves to be killed...
Finally, Shen Ling nodded and smiled, "Okay, then I'll trouble you."
The two walked along the path for about half a day. Wen Yan was a person who couldn't stand being alone. This time, as a rogue cultivator, he entered the Immortal Valley alone and didn't have anyone to talk to along the way. Now that he was with Shen Ling, he saw that although Shen Ling didn't talk much, she responded to every word. So he couldn't stop talking.
“Speaking of the inner layer, when I came here just now, I heard a few cultivators chatting together, saying that the Immortal Valley Extreme Sea has opened!” Wen Yan took two steps forward and lowered his voice slightly: “It is said that there is an opportunity to become an immortal hidden in the Extreme Sea, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
"Become an immortal?" Shen Ling repeated softly, then smiled and said, "Perhaps it is true, after all, Immortal Valley is the place where cultivators ascend to immortality."
Shen Ling didn't take the matter of the Extreme Sea to heart. After traveling with Wen Yan for two days, Shen Ling almost forgot about the Extreme Sea that she had mentioned at the beginning.
On the third day, the two encountered a demonic beast. Shen Ling had just dealt with a second-tier red-striped wolf and was bending down to take the beast core from the wolf's belly when he suddenly felt a slight stagnation in his spiritual energy.
"Who are you?"
Wen Yan's shout, filled with vigilance, instantly shattered the tranquility of the forest.
Shen Ling's heart tightened. She straightened up, clutching the beast core, and followed Wen Yan's gaze. She saw a young woman standing under a tree about ten steps away.
The woman was extremely petite, only reaching about chest height. What was striking was her short, ear-length black hair and her closed eyes.
She was dressed in a light gray coarse cloth dress, with a plain cloth belt tied around her waist, and she didn't even have a long sword.
A name flashed through Shen Ling's mind, and then the woman spoke: "Yuan family, Yuan Yuyan. I've come to find Shen Ling."
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