Catch spies
Qingpu kept calling her "Saint Maiden," suggesting Yiwu's identity hadn't been revealed yet. But she had clearly already broken the seal, so why were the demons still at Cloud Peak? What had happened in the meantime?
Could it be that this is just another dream?
After drinking the water, Yi Wu was able to speak. Her face was pale and she could only utter a breath. "What happened?"
When she asked, Qingpu started from the invasion of the demon tribe and explained everything to her in detail.
When she talked about how Jiufang Mingyuan used the God-killing Whip and fought off the immortals on his own, she was excited and beaming.
In fact, she didn't see it with her own eyes, but only knew a little bit from listening to the discussions among the demons in the palace.
Yi Wu felt a mixture of emotions. Despite all his calculations, he hadn't anticipated Jiufang Mingyuan possessing the God-Slaying Whip. No wonder he'd been so fearless back then. It turned out that even if the seal was broken and the immortals attacked, he wouldn't be afraid at all.
"Everyone says there must be spies within the demon clan."
Speaking of this, Qingpu suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "How could it be such a coincidence that the demon clan burned the forbidden land and the demon clan was in chaos at the critical moment, and the Jiming Seal was broken."
Yi Wu didn't seem interested at all, and asked in a flat tone, "Did you catch the spy?"
"Not yet." Qingpu shook her head, put the cup back on the table, and then came back to tuck her in. "The Saint has just woken up, and her injuries haven't healed yet. Don't worry about it. The Young Master and the High Priest will naturally handle it. You rest first, and I'll get you something to eat."
Yi Wu didn't say anything else. She didn't remember how she returned to the top of the cloud, and she couldn't ask whether she was seen by others.
After Qingpu left, she came to her senses, cleared her mind, sat up, and regulated her breathing and practiced her skills.
After a few months of recuperation, her skin injuries were almost healed. With Yuehua, a healing elixir, she didn't even have a single scar left on her body.
With the help of Jiufang Mingyuan, most of the toxins in Yiwu's body were cleared. As long as she could find a way to eliminate the remaining toxins in her body, she would be able to recover completely.
Just as she finished regulating her breathing, she sensed a familiar breath, suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the window.
An almost transparent paper crane slowly flew in from the window and hung steadily in front of Yiwu's eyes.
The human language that came out of its mouth was the voice she had been thinking about day and night.
"The seal of the underworld has been broken, and my daughter can return home."
"Father God's Wind Crane..." Yi Wu lost consciousness, tears welling up in her eyes. But in a moment, she quickly grabbed the Wind Crane and crushed it without hesitation, destroying the corpse.
After taking several deep breaths, she finally calmed down. Yi Wu was just hesitating whether to reply when the Wind God sensed something.
Ever since the Immortal Clan was defeated by Jiufang Mingyuan, Fengshen Xunqingguangji was also searching everywhere for his daughter's whereabouts, but to no avail.
He released tens of millions of wind cranes, but they brought back no news of his daughter's return. He gradually grew sad, suspecting his beloved daughter was dead. Until this moment, he finally felt a glimmer of reaction.
The God of Wind immediately followed the direction of the wind crane and found that the top of the cloud was in front of him.
The demon soldiers are guarding the palace gate at the top of the cloud, and will report to Jiufang Mingyuan if they discover the immortals.
After much hesitation, the Wind God was worried about his daughter's life. When he thought that she might be captured by the demons and her life would be in danger because of opening the seal, he could no longer control himself and took a huge risk to sneak in without noticing anything.
The scene at the top of the cloud is very different from before. It is no longer glorious, but dark and gloomy everywhere. It is no exaggeration to say that it is completely unrecognizable.
Fengshen didn't bother to look closely, avoiding the numerous patrolling soldiers and finally entering the Jiyu Palace. The moment he saw Yiwu, he was almost speechless.
"Yun'er..." The God of Wind appeared and looked Yi Wu up and down excitedly, not daring to recognize her.
In his impression, his Guiyun was pure and beautiful, naive and ignorant of worldly affairs, the most adorable darling in heaven and on earth. Even though she was born with a magical physique, she was still kind-hearted, warm and considerate.
The woman in front of him looked 99% similar to Gui Yun, but she was more mature and more angular than her; but the uncontrollable aura of loneliness and evil that filled her body did not make her look like the daughter of the God of Wind at all.
The undisguised strangeness, inquiry and shock in his eyes pierced Yi Wu's heart.
She suppressed all her emotions and spoke in a cold and distant tone, "The immortals dare to come to Cloud Peak. Aren't they afraid of being arrested?"
Yi Wu's attitude was as if she didn't really know Feng Shen. But there couldn't be two people in the world who looked exactly the same, and Feng He would never be wrong.
Fengshen finally took a half step forward, staring intently into Yiwu's eyes, and asked her expectantly yet anxiously, "Are you Guiyun?"
"Who is Guiyun?" Yi Wu's expression remained unchanged, as she looked at him as if he were a stranger. "You've got the wrong person."
"But you look exactly like her..."
The Wind God's heart gradually sank, but he was still unwilling to give up the person he had finally found. "Yun'er, I am the Father God. Don't you remember me?"
Seeing Yi Wu's pale face and blood all over her arms, he couldn't help but take another half step forward, his worry evident in his eyes. "Why do you sound so bad? Are you hurt? Is it serious? Does it hurt..."
"stop."
Yi Wu's face was stern, and she held the Wind God in her arms, "I told you, you've got the wrong person. This is Cloud Peak, the land of the demons. You'd better leave immediately."
Just at this moment, the sounds of demon soldiers running and chasing and weapons clashing came from outside, and Feng Fenghuo was very anxious.
If they discovered that there were immortals in the Jiyu Palace, not only would the Wind God be captured, but Yiwu would also be held responsible.
The God of Wind had a thousand things to say, but there was no time to lose. He could only suppress all his doubts and worries and leave quickly.
After his figure completely disappeared, Yi Wu's shoulders instantly collapsed. She raised her hands to cover her face. Her heart ached and she had difficulty breathing.
She closed her eyes tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears. One line after another ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the quilt with a "da, da" sound.
Before I could relax, I heard a loud noise of footsteps in the yard.
The demon guards broke into the Jiyu Palace, clamoring to search the entire palace from top to bottom, even Yiwu's bedroom.
Hearing the noise, Qingpu rushed over and blocked Yiwu's door, holding a bowl of freshly cooked porridge in her hand. "What are you doing? This is the Saint's bedroom. Who dares to break in?"
"Get out of here." The captain of the guards, without hesitation, pushed her aside, broke through the door, and shouted, "We have been ordered to search for spies. Anyone who dares to disobey will be treated as a traitor."
The bowl of porridge fell to the ground with a crisp sound, breaking into several pieces. The hot porridge spilled onto the ground, and white smoke rose up.
Qingpu ignored everything else and entered the room again. He opened his arms to block the guards and shouted, "How dare you! Are you doubting the Saint?"
"Qingpu." Yiwu had just forced herself to say too much and was almost speechless. "Get out of the way."
Before the guards rushed in, she had already wiped away all traces of the Wind God and wiped away her tears. Aside from her frail body, she had no other flaws. Even if they were to search, they wouldn't find anything.
Following her order, Qingpu finally reluctantly moved aside and went to the table to pour another glass of warm water for Yiwu.
The guards rushed into the hall and rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, even the corners and cracks in the walls, breaking many things into pieces.
Qingpu couldn't bear it and wanted to go up to argue, but was gently grabbed by Yiwu.
She didn't say anything, just shook her head slightly, and Qingpu sat down obediently.
Suddenly, the chief guard came to Yi Wu's bedside and stared suspiciously at the blood on her arm. "Saint, what happened to your injury?"
The blood was bright red, so it must be a fresh wound, but they didn't hear any other noise before they came in.
Yi Wu glanced at her wrist, cleared her throat, and said nonchalantly, "I just scratched it accidentally. Is there something wrong with it?"
The captain of the guards looked around the hall and obviously didn't find anything suspicious. The only suspicious thing was Yi Wu.
His eyes fixed on the man's arm, he kept asking, "How could an accidental cut bleed so much?"
"Please forgive me, Saint. We are following the orders of the High Priest and the Second Master to search for spies and arrest all suspects. Your injuries are suspicious, so to avoid any omissions, please come with us."
He said please, but he drew his sword and pointed it at Yi Wu.
"Don't take chicken feathers for granted." Qing Pu stepped forward to protect Yi Wu, his heart only three inches away from the tip of the sword. "What's so strange about it? I'm not afraid to tell you, that's the cut the Young Master made just now to help the Saint detoxify her. You can go ask him."
Unexpectedly, the guards burst into laughter when they heard this and did not believe it at all.
"What a joke! How could she deserve such honor? Why would the young master come and detoxify her personally?"
"That's right, there's no rule for lying."
The captain of the guards laughed and swatted Qing Pu away with his sword, pointing the tip of the sword at Yi Wu again, "Please, Saint."
The other guards stopped searching and surrounded him with their swords drawn, ready to capture him by force.
Yi Wu had just regained consciousness and felt completely exhausted. She simply leaned back, folding her hands. "I can't walk. If you insist on asking me, please bring a sedan chair."
"You..." The captain of the guards was furious and stopped being polite. "You don't want to cooperate?"
"Master Zhong has ordered that anyone who refuses to cooperate with the investigation will be treated as a spy. Even if we kill you today, no one will dare to say anything."
Zuoyou Yiwu looked severely injured and still recovering. She didn't believe that they couldn't capture her with so many people. Zhongfu had been bothering her for a long time, so it was a good opportunity to get rid of him.
Seeing this, Qing Pu also drew his sword and stood in front of Yi Wu's bed, saying, "Don't even think about it."
"Go!" The captain of the guards took the lead and swung his sword at Qingpu.
The other guards also rushed to the bed, trying to hack Yi Wu to death with their swords.
A cold snort sounded in the chaos, and Yi Wu lightly raised her right hand.
The dagger flashed with a cold light, grazed Qingpu's hair, and flew out with a "whoosh". It directly cut off a large part of the guard's earlobe.
A heart-wrenching cry of pain suddenly rang out, and the guards quickly stopped and looked at him.
The captain of the guards had dropped his sword and was covering his ears with his hands. Blood trickled down through his fingers, his head pounding with pain, and he glared at Yi Wu fiercely.
Yi Wu didn't care. She slowly turned her index finger, controlling the sharp dagger to fly in front of the captain of the guards, and finally hung it steadily in front of his eyebrows.
She opened her thin lips slightly and said loudly, "Get lost."
If you want to kill her on false charges, you should also consider your own strength.
"Just wait for me!" The captain of the guards did not expect that Yi Wu was still so strong despite being seriously injured. He understood something and fled after saying some harsh words.
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