Black wooden box
Hearing this, Yi Wu paused and turned to look at him. She hesitated for a moment before turning back and sitting on the stool beside the bed.
Seeing this, the maid retreated with a wink and closed the door for them.
"No need to thank me." Yi Wu didn't want to listen to such meaningless nonsense, nor did she need his thanks. She saved him only for herself.
The high priest had just woken up and was still very weak. He rested for a long time before speaking again, "Do you know what I will be most reluctant to let go of when I die?"
Usually this kind of question is answered by the person asking it, so Yi Wu did not say anything and waited for the high priest to continue.
"In my life, the things I can't let go of the most are my fellow demons and Young Master."
After the incident with the demon tribe, the high priest had finally come to terms with things. He spoke slowly, as if laying out his final wishes, "Young Master loves freedom and follows his own whims. He doesn't really care about anything. Even for something as important as guarding the Jihen Seal, I, an old man, have to keep an eye on him."
Upon hearing the words "Extreme Dark Seal", Yi Wu unconsciously clenched her fingers, then quickly released them, still maintaining an indifferent look on her face.
The high priest didn't notice her reaction, staring at the bed curtains. "To maintain loyalty, our priestly lineage has great power, but at the same time, our cultivation is restricted. The war between immortals and demons cost us a lot of money, otherwise we wouldn't be so seriously injured by a mere demon..."
As he spoke, the high priest finally got to the point. "I'm old, I'm not doing well. I'm afraid I can't keep some things. Please, do me a favor."
Yi Wu's face turned cold, and she suddenly realized what he might say. She immediately refused, "Do your own thing. Don't act like you're going to die."
She wanted to get up and leave, but she saw the high priest coughing violently due to his excitement, so she had to turn back to help him calm down.
It is very likely that the thing the high priest wants to entrust to Yu Yiwu is the black wooden box, the key to seal Ji Ming.
Maybe not, it’s something else important.
In short, it is certain that this is a very important item for the demon clan today, and it concerns the safety of all demons. To be entrusted with this item, he must be the one the high priest trusts the most.
Unfortunately, Yi Wu was the one who couldn't bear this trust. She certainly wanted the black wooden box, but she didn't want to do it this way.
Yi Wu patted the High Priest on the back, feeling a deep sense of contempt for herself. As an undercover agent, she still had to consider her methods. She had never been on the same page with them, hadn't she?
The high priest took a long time to calm down. He looked even weaker and his voice was even lower. "I know you hate trouble, but you are the one brought back by the young master. He values you very much. I can only entrust you with my life."
"What did you say?" Yi Wu didn't fail to hear clearly, she just couldn't believe it. "It was Jiufang Mingyuan who brought me to the top of the cloud?"
She only remembered that she was captured by the demon tribe along with the demons, and when she opened her eyes again, she was at the top of the cloud. She never expected that the one who brought her up was Jiufang Mingyuan.
With his level of cultivation, it was impossible for him not to see that Yi Wu was not a demon. He could have simply abandoned her instead of bringing her back to the top of the cloud, handing her over to the high priest, or even promoting her to a powerful saint.
The impact of this incident on Yiwu was even greater than the fear that the high priest would entrust the black wooden box to her, which made her feel a little confused.
"The key to the seal of the Ji Ming magic circle is hidden behind the closet on the wall. The rope on the closet is the mechanism. Take it out and give it to the young master."
"Remind him from now on." The high priest stared at the closet in the hall and instructed her word by word, "This item is related to the life and death of the demon race. You must be careful and cautious."
Yiwu turned around and looked at the closet behind the bookshelf, and sure enough, there was a rope hanging there.
The rope was the same black as the closet cover and looked like a tassel. Who would have thought it was a mechanism?
Yiwu did not move, she understood what the high priest was thinking.
He was afraid that if one day he failed to keep it and lost the key, the seal of Ji Ming would be opened, the immortals would regain their freedom and continue to oppress the demons... then he would become a sinner for all eternity.
But he didn't know that entrusting this thing to Yiwu was simply entrusting it to the wrong person.
"Young Master, please take good care of him," the high priest said, his voice almost inaudible, "He is the only one who can protect the people of the demon clan..."
After saying that, he didn't speak again, but just stared at Yi Wu with old, weak, yet hopeful eyes.
The thing she had been longing for was delivered to her own hands. This was a scene Yi Wu had never imagined. It was a little too easy. But no matter what, she couldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After a long time, Yi Wu stood up, and under the gaze of the high priest, walked behind the bookshelf and pulled down the rope on the closet.
The wall opened with a bang, revealing a secret compartment at the back. A black wooden box containing the Demon Lord's heart blood lay quietly inside.
Yi Wu looked at it for a while before she took it out, closed the closet, and returned to the High Priest's bedside. "I'll only help you with this one thing. I'm not responsible for anything else."
Jiufang Mingyuan must have anticipated this and deliberately didn't come in because he thought it was troublesome, but this created an opportunity for Yiwu.
Knowing that she was always tough on the outside but soft on the inside, the high priest nodded and said no more.
Yiwu put away the black wooden box and left. The high priest watched her walk out the door before closing his eyes again and falling into a deep sleep.
He never thought that in the near future, his actions today would lead to his irreparable disaster.
Yi Wu walked out of the Netherworld Palace without looking back.
The area of Cloud Summit is extremely vast, but the Netherworld Palace is not far from the Winged Demon Palace of Jiufang Mingyuan. It can be reached in half a minute's walk, so Yi Wu did not go there immediately.
She found a secluded spot and took out the black wooden box.
When she opened the lid, she found that the drop of blood inside was exactly the same as the one Yiwu had seen last time, stored in a transparent crystal.
It is true that after searching for a needle in a haystack, it was finally found without any effort.
Almost without hesitation, Yiwu flipped her wrist, and another black wooden box appeared in her hand, exactly like the real one. If anyone else were to look at it, they would definitely not be able to tell which was real and which was fake, but Jiufang Mingyuan would definitely not be fooled.
She was betting that Jiufang Mingyuan would not check it carefully; or, she was betting that he would not expose Yiwu even though he knew it was fake.
Carrying the forged black wooden box, Yiwu went to the Winged Demon Palace.
"Madam Saint, please wait," the guard stopped her and explained the situation. "Young Master is discussing matters with the ministers. We cannot disturb you."
No one had dealt with the affairs of the demon clan for several days. As soon as Jiufang Mingyuan returned to the palace, all the ministers came to him and were discussing matters in the main hall.
Yi Wu was not in a hurry and just said, "The High Priest has something very important to give to the Young Master."
Upon hearing that the high priest had woken up and that something important had been brought, the guards did not dare to delay and hurried in to report, and soon invited Yi Wu in.
The others had already left the side hall. Jiufang Mingyuan was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his fingertips against his forehead. Even the golden mask could not hide his intense fatigue.
Yi Wu stood in the center of the hall, neither bowing nor presenting the important item in her mouth.
Finally, it was Jiufang Mingyuan who opened his eyes and asked her lazily, "Didn't the High Priest say he had something for me? What are you doing standing there?"
"Before that," Yi Wu didn't take out the black wooden box, but instead mentioned something else, "I want to ask Young Master a question."
Jiufang Mingyuan sat up straight, trying to muster his energy, "Tell me about it."
"I heard that it was the Young Master who brought me to the summit of the Clouds. Why?"
Yi Wu was puzzled by this question. Jiufang Mingyuan had absolutely no reason to bring her back. Could it be that he did it on a whim?
She stared at the golden hollow mask, trying to find something strange in it, but saw nothing.
Over the years, Yi Wu had never seen his true face, nor heard the demons talking about him, as if he had always been wearing a mask.
"Because..." Jiufang Mingyuan paused, as if he saw someone else through Yiwu, "You look a lot like an old friend of mine."
Yi Wu nodded and calmly accepted the answer without further questioning. She pulled out a fake black wooden box from her sleeve and presented it to him, "The High Priest asked me to bring it to the Young Master."
The guard stepped forward to take it, bent down and presented it to Jiufang Mingyuan.
Her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. Beneath Yi Wu's calm exterior, she was extremely nervous. She even clenched the dagger hidden in her sleeve tightly, in case Jiufang Mingyuan saw through her and suddenly attacked her.
Unexpectedly, when Jiufang Mingyuan saw what it was, he waved his hand impatiently, "Take it away, take it away. It makes me annoyed just by looking at it."
When he saw this thing, he remembered the high priest always nagging in his ear since he was a child, asking him to guard the Ji Ming Seal and protect the people of the demon clan. Jiufang Mingyuan was really annoyed.
The guards retreated in panic, not knowing what to do, and were in a dilemma holding the black wooden box.
"What are you doing standing there?" Jiufang Mingyuan glanced at him, then looked towards the study. "Put it in the study."
If I send him back the same way, I'm afraid the old man will be angry to death.
The guard passed by Yi Wu and ran away. From beginning to end, Jiufang Mingyuan didn't even touch the black wooden box, let alone examine it carefully.
Yi Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed her pounding heart, and bowed. "Since the things have been delivered, I will not disturb you to rest."
She turned around and took just one or two steps when Jiufang Mingyuan suddenly said, "Stop."
The heart that had just been suppressed rose to her throat. Yi Wu swallowed her saliva and turned back calmly, "Young Master, is there anything else you need?"
Jiufang Mingyuan raised his hand and tapped her with his index finger, "Back, what's wrong?"
"Back?" Yi Wu raised her hand and touched her back. She felt a little pain belatedly. When she withdrew her hand, she found that there was some blood on her fingertips. She thought that the wound was torn.
Not wanting to explain anything, she wiped her fingertips clean. "I might have accidentally torn the wound. Young Master Lao reminded me, I'll go back and take care of it right away."
"etc."
Jiufang Mingyuan walked down from the high seat step by step, his tall body gradually approaching Yiwu.
Yi Wu was eager to escape, but the other party wouldn't let her. As the distance between them grew closer, her body tensed up, her heart pounding like a drum, fearing that someone would discover that the real black wooden box was in her possession.
As they got closer, Jiufang Mingyuan grabbed her wrist without warning, his fingertips resting on her pulse, his eyes glaring at her.
Even though the pulse was not very obvious, he was still keenly aware that the pulse owner had recently output a large amount of magic power from his body. This discovery made Jiufang Mingyuan's face turn cold.
Considering that the high priest had woken up, it became clear what Yiwu had done.
"You haven't even recovered from your own injuries, yet you still care about others." Jiufang Mingyuan tightened his fingers, inexplicably angry, "Why, is the High Priest so important to you?"
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