Chapter 51. He died, just like that...
"Chunqing, he did this to kill the Demon King! Let's kill him first!" Pojun said, and took the lead in attacking.
At this moment, Po Jun possessed the memories of two lifetimes. Those obscure and difficult techniques were already familiar to him. He was confident that he had the strength to crush this arrogant young man into the ground!
But his attack was only a moment long; he was choked and could no longer move. Memory is like a fish struggling on the shore, unable to escape; on the verge of death, everything returns to its cage.
Po Jun's face grew increasingly pale, and his breathing became labored. "You..."
Hundreds of years ago, this young man had just entered the immortal sect. He should have been cautious and timid, he should have lived in fear and trembling, he should have been terrified of his future fate, and he should have lived in the shadow of killing his biological father!
He's at most at the Foundation Establishment stage, so what's with this hand that has no immortal power and can't be escaped?!
As Po Jun's struggles grew weaker and weaker, his thoughts came to an abrupt end.
A young Taoist priest's attack possessed such power! Chunqing gasped, somewhat flustered by this unexpected turn of events, "You, you, who exactly are you?"
Chunqing dared not make a move. Her magic power was less than one-tenth of Pojun's, and she would never risk it. Facing the approaching figure, she retreated in fear. "I am the Demon King's maid. It doesn't matter if I die, but if Pojun dies too, the Demon King will definitely investigate to the end!"
"Hmm, that makes a lot of sense." Meng seemed convinced by this reason and stopped.
Since the Demon King arranged for someone to steal the Mirror of Recall to revive him, he must have a way to remember his past. Since he has the memories, he must have taken precautions. Under such circumstances, anyone sent to attack the Demon Realm would be doomed, let alone someone who once killed him with a single sword.
He might not be unable to refuse the elder's proposal, but that was Yao Jin, his wife. He would come even if it meant going through fire and water, just because of a single message.
The Demon King is troublesome, but this person before me...
He glanced at her indifferently, but that glance made Chunqing unsure. However, most men think one thing and do another, saying one thing and meaning another. She had gotten together with the Demon King in the past in the same way, so how could this young Taoist be any different?
Thinking this way, Chunqing's heart calmed down a little.
"Since Daojun thinks what I said makes sense, then why not let me go?" Chunqing's eyes and brows were full of charm as she slowly approached Mengji. She had watched Yaojin grow up and had often studied Yaojin's mannerisms. With just a glance, she subconsciously learned all ninety percent of Yaojin's features.
Chunqing's fingertips, hidden in her sleeves, twitched slightly, and her body swayed with her steps. Her waist was extremely slender, and in the dim environment, she seemed like an old friend.
"I'll do anything as long as Daojun releases me." Chunqing walked to Mengji's side and blew a breath.
At the same time, she gently stroked her belt with her fingers, and suddenly untied it. With a soft snap, the thin garment slid down like flowing water.
Her skin was as white as snow and her figure as undulating as a mountain. But the spring sunshine alone was not enough. She stretched out her two shapely arms to grab the young man. A woman who had experienced the ways of the world was different. Her eyes were more charming than the spring scenery.
Meng Ji quickly took two steps back, his eyes falling to the side as if puzzled. "Oh, what do you mean?"
These words came from his throat with a slightly hoarse tone. Chunqing thought to herself that he was nothing special, but she smiled coquettishly and said, "I think Daojun's cultivation is so strong that he only knows how to cultivate and doesn't know how to enjoy life."
"Does Daoist know that there is something in this world more joyful than cultivating the Dao?" Chunqing's fingers moved without hesitation as she began to untie the knot of the bodice around her neck, a flash of cold light passing through her hands.
"What is it?" Meng Ji didn't look at Chun Qing, but his hand seemed to have eyes, steadily holding Chun Qing's two fingertips to stop her movements.
A dark glint flashed in Chunqing's eyes. She pressed her face against that hand and felt the veins on the back of the hand bulge. A triumphant light shone in those eyes. "Since Daojun likes Miss, why not enjoy yourself with me? I'm not incapable of being treated like Miss."
Meng Ji glanced at her sideways, his gaze lingering on her bright eyes. A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes, but he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
Chunqing felt that gaze fixed on her eyes, yet she was encouraged, taking one step at a time closer. But just as she was only a step away from Mengji, her eyes suddenly darkened, and her fingers, holding a silver hairpin hidden in her bodice, swiftly thrust it forward. "Beauty's Land, Hero's Tomb, does the Daoist Lord not know..."
"Ah!" Chunqing cried out in pain as the hairpin fell to the ground with a clatter.
Meng Ji grabbed Chun Qing's wrist and crushed it inch by inch. "I don't know if it's a hero's tomb, but your eyes are really bad."
How could his wife allow others to follow suit?
Meng Ji grabbed Chun Qing with one hand, and with the other hand, he slashed horizontally in the air, his palm transforming into a sharp blade that gleamed with cold light.
The hand slowly approached, and Chunqing's fear grew stronger. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead. She bit her lip, resisting the urge to beg for mercy immediately.
But just as that cold glint flashed across her eyes, Chunqing felt pain in the nerves beneath her eyes, and streams of wet liquid flowed from her eye sockets, while red blood flowed onto the ground.
"No, don't kill me." Chunqing could no longer resist and begged for mercy, but the tightening force on her neck made it hard for her to breathe.
The stench of blood mixed with a sour taste filled Chunqing's nostrils. At that moment, she remembered the room full of candied fruit, and a sudden inspiration struck her. "You can't kill me. I watched Miss grow up. Miss loves and respects me like a sister. If I die, Miss will definitely investigate to the end..."
Although Chunqing was a servant, she had followed the Demon King in the Demon Palace for a long time and was considered half a master. She was not as afraid of Yaojin as others were, and thus she became unexpectedly close to Yaojin.
Meng Ji paused for a moment, remembering that Bai Riyaojin had indeed called her "sister," and then let go of her hand.
"Hmm..." The feeling of suffocation suddenly subsided, but Chunqing was still in shock from the moment of life and death, and she covered her neck with her hands and let out a weak groan.
Meng Ji took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped each of his fingers one by one. "The girl is quite clever."
"However, I wonder if you can maintain this intelligence?" With that, he raised his eyes, his gaze sharp.
Cultivators all have a fatal weakness, which is not easily known, because it is a death spot; a single blow can kill the opponent without leaving a complete corpse.
Chunqing was blind and could not see the sharpness in Mengji's eyes, but she could sense the weakness in his life through those words.
Despite the immense pain, she threw her head back and laughed wildly, like a madwoman, "You're scared, you're scared, I know, I know everything!"
"You're afraid that Miss will find out your cold-blooded nature, that you want to kill Miss's father! Hahahaha, I'll tell Miss, and she definitely will!"
The words stopped abruptly. Meng Ji slowly squatted down, chuckled, and held the dirty handkerchief in his hand, his fingers now completely clean.
He covered Chunqing's face with the handkerchief and slowly pulled it away. "Just now I praised you for being clever, but now it seems you don't deserve that praise."
Beneath the handkerchief, Chunqing's body stiffened for a moment, then she struggled violently, stammering, "You, you wouldn't dare...you wouldn't dare, kill me..."
Meng Ji chuckled slowly, "You've come today to kill me and claim credit."
"You heard what Po Jun said and thought that I might cause great disaster to the Demon Realm, so you and Po Jun took advantage of the dead of night to avoid the demon guards patrolling here and came to find me."
Although Meng Ji did not see Chun Qing's movements, he was able to accurately recount her movements at this moment.
Chunqing felt a sudden panic, and she couldn't even breathe properly.
“You are so careful, yet you don’t realize that once something is done, there will always be traces. Do you know about the Mirror of Origin? You may have heard of it and know its greatest use, but do you know that it also has another function?” Meng Ji pulled back the handkerchief and asked her.
Chunqing shook her head blankly.
Meng Ji continued, "The Mirror of Origin can see things that have happened in the past. You are the Demon King's woman, yet you secretly went out with his demon general in the middle of the night, avoiding everyone. You might as well guess what he thinks and what he will do?"
The devil is inherently suspicious, but the devil king is even more so.
If someone discovers that their woman is having an affair with one of their subordinates, they will surely die a gruesome death.
Chunqing shook her head frantically, trying to say that it wasn't like that. With a pearl in front of her, how could she possibly look at pebbles?
"Oh, you're trying to explain, or do you think the Demon King won't believe you two have an affair?" Meng Ji seemed to understand Chun Qing's thoughts, threw the handkerchief on the ground, and stood up. "So, what were you doing?"
"Let me guess, a man and a woman going out late at night, are they going to solve something for the Demon King?"
"But does your powerful Demon King need it?"
Yes, if there are any outcasts, why not report them directly to the Demon King? Is it questioning the Demon King's abilities, or trying to bypass the Demon King and demonstrate one's own methods? But either way, it's provoking the Demon King. Chunqing thought blankly.
That night, Chunqing suffered a great deal of fright, both physically and mentally. After finally understanding the key points, she trembled with terror, tears streaming down her face. "You, you used such methods, such scheming, what was it all for?!"
"If you want to harm the Demon King and the young lady, you'll have to step over me!" Chunqing, like a protective mother hen, spread her arms wide.
No matter how much teasing and welcoming he had shown before, Meng Ji had never given Chun Qing a second glance. But now, Chun Qing's protective attitude towards her master made Meng Ji look at her. He lowered his eyes, a hint of mockery flashing in them, "I didn't expect that you would be more loyal and righteous than those so-called prestigious sects."
Chunqing didn't hear clearly, "What did Daojun say?"
"It's nothing." Meng Ji squatted down again. "I won't do anything to you, Miss. Whether you live or die is up to you."
He came for his wife, so naturally he wouldn't do anything to her. But it's hard to say about other people.
Chunqing didn't notice the flaw in his words, and just looked up in confusion, "Me?"
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