Identity exposed
She had heard that Jiufang Mingyuan was extremely powerful at such a young age, but she didn't expect that he could hurt her so easily.
The situation reversed in an instant. Yi Wu raised her hand and touched her back, which was covered in blood. She then looked at the high priest, who was breathing in less than out, and might really die if he was not treated.
She swung her dagger, and the sword energy cut the rope on the demon beside her. The demon doctor immediately rushed over, helped the high priest up and checked his injuries.
Snake Queen was the only one left standing among the demons. With Jiufang Mingyuan around, she didn't dare to move.
Everyone hurried to help the injured to their feet and heal them. Yi Wu also needed to be healed. She glared at She Ji coldly and said, "Get out of here now."
If she hadn't been afraid of exposing her identity, she would have used her magic-killing technique to devour all of these monsters.
It was indeed Yi Wu who killed the tiger demon. It was his own fault and she never regretted it; but she definitely did not want to implicate innocent people.
In today's incident, both sides suffered casualties and no one came out of it well.
"Okay, very good." Snake Queen stared at Yi Wu and Jiufang Mingyuan fiercely, squeezing out the words through her teeth, "Since you have such an attitude, don't blame me."
Although she was unwilling, she still twisted her tail and left for the door, "Let's go."
The surviving demons immediately got up from the ground and fled.
As they passed each other, Yi Wu whispered, "By the way, I must remind you that our Young Master has always been a man who cares for his people and never forgets his grudges. I advise you not to seek trouble for yourself."
If she continues to attack other innocent demons behind her back after leaving today, Yi Wu will never stand idly by.
Snake Queen paused briefly, glared at her with hatred, and made a note of it in her heart.
After all the demons had left and there was no one around, Jiufang Mingyuan put his hands behind his back and asked her quietly, "I will take revenge for any slight."
Yi Wu turned around and saw that there was no anger in his eyes. She lowered her head and explained, "Young Master is magnanimous and will naturally know that I was trying to scare her. He won't argue with me."
"Sharp-tongued." Jiufang Mingyuan's emotions were unclear beneath the golden mask. He glanced up and down, confirming Yiwu was alright. Then, he raised his hand and tossed a small porcelain bottle toward her. "You caused this trouble yourself, so you should solve it yourself."
After saying that, he turned and left without caring about the reaction of the listeners.
Yi Wu reached out and grabbed the porcelain bottle, her pupils trembling slightly.
Jiufang Mingyuan said "I caused the trouble myself"? Did he know... How did he know it was her? Then, did he also know that she practiced the killing magic...
If any demon is caught practicing forbidden techniques secretly, he will be punished by having his demon bones removed.
This series of speculations made Yiwu break out in cold sweat, which flowed onto the wound and made it even more painful.
As soon as Jiufang Mingyuan left, Qingpu rushed to her side and supported Yiwu. "Saint, you are injured and bleeding a lot. Let's go back and heal."
She carefully supported Yi Wu back to Jiyu Palace, and the other demons also rushed to treat the injured.
Yi Wu was distracted along the way, with her mind full of what Jiufang Mingyuan had just said.
This man is truly terrifying and unfathomable. It is impossible to guess what he is thinking.
There was no one else in the Jiyu Palace. In the bedroom, Qingpu carefully cleaned the wound on Yiwu's back, blaming herself inwardly, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't hurriedly asked the Saint to come back, you wouldn't have been injured so badly..."
The pale and thin back was scratched by bricks, tiles and wooden thorns. The longest wound extended from the right shoulder to the left waist, and the skin and flesh were turned to both sides, with a horrible shape.
"It's okay, it's nothing serious, you don't need to feel guilty." Yi Wu turned the porcelain bottle in her hand, not caring about the pain at all. She had suffered injuries that were ten or a hundred times more serious than this before.
Thinking about it carefully, Jiufang Mingyuan should not expose her for the time being, otherwise he would have handed her over just now.
From the last time he deliberately brought her into the sealed magic circle cave to this time when he helped her conceal it, Yi Wu really couldn't understand this person more and more, and it was hard not to care about him.
After cleaning the wound, Qingpu was about to get some ointment when she accidentally caught a glimpse of Yiwu holding a small porcelain bottle in her hand. She was curious and asked, "What is the Saint holding?"
She looked down at the bottle. The white bottle was about one finger long and three fingers wide, and the gold-plated pattern was extremely delicate. Yi Wu raised her hand and handed it over.
Qingpu took it, carefully opened it and sniffed it. The fresh and elegant medicinal scent penetrated her nose, and her surprise was beyond words. "It's Yuehua! This is the best healing elixir, and it's extremely difficult to make."
Thinking back to when I rushed to the Netherworld Palace, the young master seemed to have thrown something to the saint, and this was probably it.
"Is this from the Young Master? He's so kind to you, willing to give you such a rare thing." Qing Pu was simple-minded, not thinking about anything else, only filled with joy. "Now the Saint's injuries can heal faster, and there won't be any scars left. That's great."
She carefully applied medicine to Yiwu and then bandaged the wound carefully.
However, when these words reached Yi Wu's ears, it was like a thunderclap, causing her mood, which had just calmed down, to fluctuate again.
It's impossible for someone to be nice to her for no reason. Jiufang Mingyuan, what exactly is he planning...
It was getting late, so Qingpu prepared some clean clothes for her to change into, then bowed and left, allowing Yiwu to have a good rest.
The crescent moon hung high in the sky, and all was silent. Yiwu had a back injury, so she couldn't lie down. After a long while, still unable to sleep, she staggered to the High Priest's bedroom.
There was no night on the Cloud Peak. Even though the moon was hanging in the sky and the human world was in darkness, the Cloud Peak was still bright. It was just surrounded by layers of dark clouds, making it seem a little gloomy.
"Saint."
"Saint."
The guard at the door saluted Yi Wu. She nodded and walked in. "Let me see the high priest."
Since no one told her not to visit, the guards didn't stop her.
Yiwu learned from the maid who was taking care of him that the high priest was seriously injured. Fortunately, he was treated in time and saved his life, but it was unknown when he would wake up.
The maid asked her, "The Saint is also injured, why don't you rest in the bedroom?"
"No problem." Yi Wu shook her head and dismissed the maid. She sat at the table, propping her head up, staring at the high priest lying on the bed in a trance.
Soon, Yiwu came to her senses. Now was not the time to be in a daze.
While no one was watching, she quietly searched the house, searching everywhere she could find something, but she couldn't find the black wooden box.
Of course, important things cannot be hidden in plain sight.
With a click, the files on the shelf fell to the floor, and a cough echoed from the bed. Yi Wu's nerves were tense, and she held her breath.
After waiting for a moment and confirming that the high priest was still awake, she gently picked up the file from the ground and carefully placed it back on the shelf.
Yi Wu had already left the bookshelf, but after walking a few steps, she turned back and stared closely at one of the wooden boards of the bookshelf.
She raised her hand and released magic power to test it. The wooden board began to loosen, and the hidden layer in the middle was opened, revealing a piece of letter.
"Knock, knock," the maid knocked on the door, carrying a medicine bowl. "Saint, it's time for the high priest to take his medicine."
Almost immediately, Yi Wu took out the letter as quickly as possible, and changed it into an identical one. She restored the bookshelf to its original state and sat back at the table.
"Come in." She was just like before, holding her chin in a lazy posture, as if she had never left the table.
The door creaked open and the maids came in carrying bowls of medicine and basins of water.
Seeing this, Yiwu stood up and left the bedroom so as not to delay them.
After leaving the Nether Palace, she studied the letter carefully but found nothing.
The High Priest had hidden it so secretly, it must be something extraordinary. Unfortunately, no matter how Yiwu roasted it over fire or immersed it in water, the letter remained blank, not a single word emerging. She could only put it away for now.
Seven days later, the High Priest still hadn't woken up, and Jiufang Mingyuan's whereabouts were unknown. With no one to take charge of the demon clan, the demon doctor was in a state of panic.
Upon hearing the news, Yi Wu went to the Netherworld Palace to check again and happened to meet Jiufang Mingyuan at the door.
"Young Master." She lowered her head slightly, hiding the inquiry in her eyes.
"Just in time," Jiufang Mingyuan raised his hand and handed over a small square box, and ordered in a deep voice: "Give the antidote to the high priest."
Yi Wu raised her hand to take it, puzzled. She wanted to ask him why he didn't just walk it in himself, since they were already at the door, and it wouldn't hurt to take a few steps. But Jiufang Mingyuan had already turned and left, so she didn't ask.
It turned out that the high priest was late in waking up because he was poisoned, and Jiufang Mingyuan must have left to find an antidote.
Yiwu brought the antidote into the High Priest's bedroom and handed it to the maid, "Young Master, this is the antidote for the High Priest."
The maidservant did not dare to delay and immediately brought hot water and fed it to the high priest.
Yi Wu folded her hands and leaned aside to watch. When the maid left, she was still in a daze, with various images flashing through her mind.
To be honest, she no longer remembered how she got to the top of the cloud, but for the first hundred years after arriving here, it was the high priest who took her with him.
He taught Yiwu the rules and rituals of the demon clan, taught her magic, and trained her to become a demon saint... His entire life, he regarded protecting the demon clan as his duty.
It is precisely because of the presence of the high priest that Yiwu has a deeper understanding of the demons. He has done her a favor.
Besides, she hasn't got the black wooden box yet, and only the high priest knows where the black wooden box is hidden, so he can't die.
Thinking of this, Yiwu moved the stool to the bedside, raised her hand to input magic power into the high priest to heal his wounds.
With the help of the antidote and external forces, the toxins in the high priest's body were gradually eliminated, his pulse stabilized, and his face became slightly rosy.
Soon, the maid returned with hot water. Seeing this, she hurriedly stopped her, "Saint, please stop. You yourself have been badly injured. If you continue to heal the High Priest, your body will not be able to bear it."
Yi Wu ignored the dissuasion and insisted on continuing. The maid's anxious voice woke up the person on the bed.
The high priest opened his eyes slightly, understood what the maid said, and said weakly: "Alright, I'm not going to die yet, please leave."
"Is the high priest awake?"
"Very good!"
It was clearly a good thing, but the maid was feeling mixed emotions. "The magic doctors said the high priest would have a hard time waking up again, but now he's awake. Although there's an antidote, how much magic power did the Saint lose to you..."
Yi Wu didn't care. She just stood up, nodded to the high priest, and turned to leave.
Originally, there was infinite demonic energy in her body, so refining a little bit and passing it on to others was nothing at all. However, Yi Wu herself was injured at this time, and the wound opened again and bled.
The red color soaked through the gauze and stained the clothes, and fell into the eyes of the high priest, whose gaze did not move for a long time.
"Yiwu," he called her softly as she stepped out of the door, "I have something to tell you."
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