Chapter 28: Stop reading useless storybooks.
The sky in the demon realm is always dark, but that's understandable.
Heaven represents clarity and righteousness; how could it possibly tread upon this filthy place?
This time, all the memories rushed in, flooding in all at once.
Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Yao Jin thought to himself, "This is really bad."
She knew the cultivators from Buzhou Mountain were going to attack. It was only natural that she had been sent by her Demon King father to fight on behalf of the Demon Realm.
But she shouldn't have tried to make a last-ditch effort with her beauty after her downfall.
The cultivator who cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness was indeed ruthless. Not only was he unmoved by beauty, but he also cunningly moved the Mirror of Origin. She was about to die, but she felt extremely unwilling to accept death.
Perhaps her resentment infected Daojun, for a hint of sympathy appeared in the young Daojun's eyes.
Yao Jin disliked that look in her eyes, and always felt like a weakling.
However, she is good at finding opportunities in such situations. Look, she still managed to find the Mirror of Origin.
I've heard that the Mirror of Time Reversal can reverse time and space, and while time and space are flowing backward, memories can also be altered.
This was exactly what she wanted; otherwise, if she had come back to life, she would surely have been killed by this Daoist again.
The Mirror of Origin was indeed very useful. It not only altered the other person's memories, but also made them believe that they were just a mortal possessed by a demon.
Yes, just like in the storybooks—time travel.
To make her act more convincing, she even altered her memories. From then on, the witch was no longer a witch, but a mortal.
Look, how similar it is.
The palm text she set for herself is so much like a system.
If time could be reversed, even the deceased Po Wang would have a glimmer of hope.
Once he finds her, she will regain her memories.
When the time comes, she can take out the Mirror of Origin and revive the great 'it'—her demon king father.
Moreover, that Taoist priest probably never imagined that the Mirror of Origin he held was a fake, created by her illusion magic.
And the real one, he'll never find...
What I never expected was that I was so naive when I was young.
She naively falls in love with the murderer who killed her.
"You remembered." Po Wang looked at Yao Jin, whose expression was cold and indifferent, and was almost moved to tears with joy. This was an affirmation, not a question. "Yao Jin, you finally remembered! Now we can resurrect the Demon King!"
Facing a colleague she'd known for a century, Yao Jin showed no mercy. She brushed his hand away and glanced at him, saying, "Idiot."
If you already know, why ask?
The familiar words brought Po Wang to tears. He really did cry, but there was an indescribable joy in his tears. "It's great that you're awake. I finally don't have to stay cooped up in this stinky shell anymore. Yao Jin, you really don't know how crazy it was to have to go to those awful classes every day."
He's never been this punctual, not even when he goes to the Demon Palace.
The devil is straightforward by nature; who would like to listen to rules and dogma?
Making them learn the three religions and six etiquettes is more painful than killing them.
Yao Jin had also been deeply persecuted by these dogmas. She wanted to mock the other party for not being able to appreciate fine things, but she inadvertently thought that she had also attended class on time—just for that one look of comfort.
Looking back now, it was all a terrible mistake.
Even so, a ripple still stirred within her heart, a ripple that spread inevitably like a pool of spring water.
Like a pebble thrown into the water, the number of ripples it creates is determined by that one person.
Yao Jin couldn't help but look out the door with anticipation.
"My God! This is..." No one could believe their eyes.
He was an old man, and the aura of decay and death emanated from him, leaving no doubt that he would pass away at any moment.
Everyone gasped in unison, "Elder Xu..."
Elder Xu received these gazes, and anger made him want to display the dignity of an elder, but the wrinkles on his eyelids were too deep and heavy, so heavy that he could no longer lift his eyes properly. He could only sigh slowly, "Dan'er."
Leng Dandan covered her mouth in surprise and cried out, "Father, Father!"
She cried and tried to hug him, but Xu Jinan took a step back. "Don't come any closer, Father smells a bit strong..."
Yes, a dying person can no longer maintain a dignified appearance. No matter how hard they try to stay clean, the smell of old age will still emanate from their body.
It smelled sour and rotten, with the stench of sebum soaked in sweat. The strange odors mixed together were nauseating.
These words were very undignified. Although the reactions of the people present were not obvious, their quiet retreat spoke volumes.
They are disgusted.
"How could this be? Didn't you use the Mirror of Origin?" A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, seemingly extremely shocked.
Everyone's expression changed instantly upon hearing this. "The Mirror of Origin? The Mirror of Origin has such a use?"
"Could it be that Elder Xu has been using the Reversion Mirror to alter his lifespan all along?"
"That's right, it seems the elder hasn't gone into seclusion in the past few years."
Cultivators have been dealing with magical artifacts for years, and with just a little guidance, they can learn how to use them "correctly".
"Senior brother, no wonder we haven't seen the Mirror of Origin yet. Senior brother, you... sigh..." Elder Mu sighed.
Since the war between immortals and demons a hundred years ago, the Mirror of Tracing Origins has never been returned to the Treasure Pavilion. Elder Mu thought that his senior brother was afraid that the demon realm would steal it again, so he refused to return it. He never expected that it was for his own selfish desires.
"Hand it over, Senior Brother." As an elder himself, Elder Mu had the right to make a judgment on behalf of Buzhou Mountain.
Faced with this sanction, Xu Jinan scoffed, "Hand it over, so you can use it?"
The Mirror of Origin had been lost long ago, but he couldn't say it. If he did, he wouldn't even be able to keep his position as an elder.
He was about to die, and he wanted to take this reputation with him to the afterlife.
That little beast will never gain his approval!
"Senior brother, how could you be so foolish? This is a treasure of the immortal sect, how could I possibly use it?" Elder Mu said, exasperated.
Elder Xu: "How would I know if you know how to use it? You might have ulterior motives, and if you use it secretly, who would know? Or maybe someone else?"
Elder Mu disdains to use it, but what about the other elders?
This statement is not reasonable.
At this point, the argument has become an endless dispute.
Elder Mu simply instructed his disciple, "Take a few men and search his room."
As for searching for people, he'll handle that.
Having made up his mind, Elder Mu immediately formed a hand seal, and a burst of spiritual light shot out from his hand, transforming into an invisible giant hand that flew towards Xu Jinan.
Along with his life, Xu Jinan's spiritual power also vanished. Faced with such a powerful soul-searching technique, he was powerless to resist. His sunken eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs would pop out of their sockets at any moment.
Leng Dandan rushed forward excitedly, but the two men held her down and she couldn't move. She screamed, "No, no, Father!"
The Soul Searching Technique requires a powerful cultivator to perform; its principle is to immerse one's own soul into the other's spiritual palace to search for it.
However, the spiritual palace is the lifeline of a cultivator. If it is forcibly invaded, at best the soul will be damaged, leading to madness.
In severe cases, it can lead to immediate death.
Logically speaking, Xu Jinan's cultivation level was so high that the Soul Searching Technique should have only severely damaged his soul at most.
But now his cultivation level has dropped by an unknown number of realms, and he fell silent just as the Soul Searching Technique was about to end.
On his deathbed, he stared wide-eyed at his beloved daughter and weakly uttered, "Leng Shuang, I've finally come to find you..."
Leng Shuang, the woman he formed a soul pact with, the woman whose daughter died at birth—he was finally coming to find her…
Upon hearing the long-unheard name, Leng Dandan burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "Father, Father, Mother is already dead, and now you are leaving me too..."
The sudden end of a great master's life shocked and terrified his disciples, leaving them speechless for a long time. Only Leng Dandan's mournful cries echoed through the sky, lingering for a long time.
Elder Mu, standing to the side, stared at his palm, speechless for a long time. Finally, he sighed deeply, "Senior brother, why bother..."
Liu Xiaoshun, who witnessed everything, was not satisfied. "That old man refused to hand over the mirror until he died."
The Mirror of Tracing Origins should have been handed over to Meng Ji along with the position of sect leader. This was the standard by which the previous sect leader recognized the next sect leader, and it was also a symbol of the sect leader's status.
For a century, no one had ever seen the Mirror of Tracing Origins in Meng Ji's possession. The other elders even speculated in private whether Meng Ji was morally flawed.
Little did they know that a hundred years ago, Elder Xu had already retrieved the Mirror of Origin, but he later lost it and dared not make a fuss, causing the Immortal Lord to suffer many innocent speculations.
Meng Ji pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Perhaps the mirror isn't with him."
If he were with Xu Jinan, he would have used the Mirror of Origin to change his fate long ago; how could things have dragged on like this?
Liu Xiaoshun barely managed to follow the Immortal Lord's train of thought, "Xu Jinan loves his daughter so much, perhaps he gave her the gift?"
Liu Xiaoshun felt he had finally figured it out, as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened up all at once. "That's it, that must be it, otherwise how could she have advanced to the Golden Core Realm so quickly!"
"Whether it is or not, we'll know once we try." Meng Ji didn't quite agree with this statement, but the Origin Mirror was too important for both the Immortal Sect and him.
He frowned slightly, his expression returning to calm; he was still the gentle immortal lord in everyone's hearts.
Looking at the Immortal Lord, Liu Xiaoshun instantly imagined it: "Yes, that's it! When a woman is most vulnerable, take advantage of her weakness and fiercely attack her heart. Make her involuntarily reveal her true feelings and willingly offer up the Mirror of Origin!"
Meng Ji closed his eyes briefly. "Stop reading those useless stories."
However, they were still senior and junior brothers after many years. Even though Meng Ji didn't think about Leng Dandan, Leng Dandan, in her extreme grief, thought of her senior brother. She cried with tears streaming down her face, as helpless as a fledgling bird that had lost the protection of its eagle, "Senior brother..."
She cried, hoping the other person could comfort her, but all she saw was the other person politely stepping back and saying, "Junior sister, please accept my condolences."
A casual remark, and not even a handkerchief was offered.
But these words gave Leng Dandan immense comfort. Perhaps it was this person, this identity, that, as long as he was slightly gentle, could give people endless hope.
Leng Dandan gradually stopped crying, but her eyes remained fixed on the other person.
Liu Xiaoshun was absolutely in awe, wishing he could pull out his notebook and write it down: "My God, is this what they call playing hard to get?"
He felt he learned a lot today.
"This is definitely a case of feigned indifference!" Po Wang scoffed from inside the room. "He even used a honey trap; this guy's schemes are truly cunning!"
Yao Jin wanted to crack open his brain to see what was inside. "You're telling me this is a game of playing hard to get?"
He didn't even offer a handkerchief.
Having regained his magic, Yao Jin could see very clearly. Not only could he see, but he also heard all of Liu Xiaoshun's terrible ideas.
Po Wang said, "Of course this is a honey trap, and a multi-layered one at that. Yao Jin, think about it, we all know that the Mirror of Origin was conjured by you, but that Taoist priest didn't know that."
"He wants to find the Mirror of Origin and prevent us from resurrecting the great Demon King, so he will definitely start with Xu Jinan's daughter."
"After all, Xu Jinan loves his daughter so much, it's reasonable for him to use a mirror to help her reach the Golden Core stage."
"But if we ask Leng Dandan directly, how could she admit it? That's the way of the devil. We have to approach her indirectly, first soothe her heart, and let her confess when her defenses are at their lowest."
"Think about it, her father is dead, and all she has left is her childhood sweetheart and senior brother. And this senior brother is so gentle, and he approaches her without any ulterior motives, so how could he not be completely captivated by this little vixen!"
It all fits! Everything fits perfectly! Po Wang felt like a genius, as if his brain had grown a lot more.
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and failed to notice that Yao Jin's face grew increasingly somber.
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Author's note: Thank you for the nutrient solution, everyone! [cheering emoji]
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