The Difference Between Immortals and Demons
Liu Yu saw the tense atmosphere between the two of them. He was really worried and unconsciously moved forward, but was immediately grabbed by Chang Ying.
"Do you know her?" After asking, Chang Ying already had the answer in her mind, but she still held Liu Yu's arm tightly to stop him from moving forward.
"Liu Yu, she is a demon. You know what the consequences of being involved with the demons are."
"You are weak and shouldn't come to the battlefield. Besides, you are already injured. Let's go back." Her mind was all on Liu Yu, but Liu Yu was completely unaware. His eyes were only on the red figure opposite and the tall man with a golden mask beside her.
The last time he emerged from the Dark Realm, he had seen that person from afar. He had heard that he was the Young Master of the Demon Clan. Why was such a dignified Young Master so close to Gui Yun? What was their relationship...
Across most of the battlefield, the four men stared at each other from afar, oblivious to the sounds of swords and spears beside them, each with their own thoughts.
Bi You stepped forward to help Ling Hua up. After checking the battle situation, he calmly analyzed the situation: "War God Ling Hua, retreat."
"Even if Jiufang Mingyuan is poisoned and can't attack, the woman in red who suddenly appeared is extremely powerful. The immortal soldiers and cultivators have suffered heavy losses. Victory is hopeless. It's better to retreat in time and conserve our strength."
As soon as they learned that Jiufang Mingyuan was ill, they packed up and set off.
Originally, he thought he could catch the demons off guard and successfully recapture the top of the cloud. However, he did not expect that the demons would have a powerful opponent who could rival the God of War Ling Hua. It was totally unexpected.
Ling Hua felt his injuries and knew it was not suitable for him to continue fighting, so he had no choice but to order a retreat.
When the horn of retreat sounded, the immortal soldiers immediately stopped fighting, rescued the wounded, and quickly left with the corpses of the immortal soldiers.
Liu Yu seemed oblivious to the pain of his wound, his feet seemingly pinned to the ground, unwilling to move, until Chang Ying reminded him again, "Liu Yu, she's a demon."
All around him were retreating immortal soldiers, and opposite him were a black mass of demons.
When all the immortal soldiers retreated, the distance between them suddenly widened and became insurmountable. The huge gap between the immortals and the demons could not be easily crossed.
Although the two were only a hundred meters apart, Yi Wu did not dare to meet Liu Yu's persistent gaze openly, and just watched the immortal soldier leave quietly.
Wu Kui was about to chase after them, axe in hand, when Jiufang Mingyuan stopped him. He was extremely dissatisfied and said, "Young Master, why don't you let me chase them? We should take this opportunity to destroy them."
"Don't chase a desperate enemy." Jiufang Mingyuan shook his head and raised his chin behind him. "Go do what you should do."
The immortals suffered heavy casualties, and the demons were not much better off. There were demon soldiers everywhere behind them, and they were in urgent need of medical treatment.
Seeing this, Wu Kui spat heavily at the immortal soldier, reluctantly put away his axe and walked back to take people to treat his subordinates.
The battle finally ended. Yi Wu looked back, and when she turned back, Liu Yu had been dragged away by Chang Ying and the immortal soldiers.
Only when their figures completely disappeared did her tense nerves finally relax and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yi Wu came to her senses, stepped forward and left Jiufang Mingyuan's arms, slowly raised her arm to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then she felt a dull pain in her heart.
Jiufang Mingyuan stretched out his hand, but before he could grab her wrist, Yi Wu dodged it and shot a sharp look straight out.
"It's just a minor injury, there's no need for you to worry about it." Yi Wu looked at him calmly and rejected his kindness directly.
From the moment Jiufang Mingyuan caught her, countless gazes pierced her from behind, making her feel like she was being pricked in the back. What would happen if they got any closer?
Jiufang Mingyuan looked at the blood on his palm, glanced up and down at Yiwu, and said in a very intimidating tone, "You call this a minor injury?"
The red coat was ripped by the immortal energy, revealing faintly two-finger-deep wounds underneath. There was even a finger-long mark on the side of Yiwu's neck. The closer they got, the stronger the smell of blood became.
But this is nothing to her. She has been injured so many times that she is used to it.
Looking past Jiufang Mingyuan, Yiwu's heart suddenly calmed down as she met the suspicious, jealous, disgusted and disdainful gazes from behind.
She raised her head again and looked at the person in front of her, and asked, "Isn't this exactly what the young master wants to see? Aren't you satisfied with me like this?"
"My Lord..." Jiufang Mingyuan suddenly choked up. For the first time, he was speechless.
Yes, she was right. It was he who forced Yiwu to fight against the immortals to prove his innocence.
Yiwu pressed the scabbard mechanism, turning the long sword into a dagger and putting it back into her sleeve.
She walked to the side of Jiufang Mingyuan, looked towards the top of the cloud, and said calmly, "Young Master, you were poisoned to save me and can't fight. It is my duty to stop the immortals and repay your kindness."
"I have done everything I should do. If the Young Master believes that I am a spy, he can simply order my execution instead of testing me like this."
After saying this, she walked straight forward, then stopped when she remembered something and turned her head sideways to say, "Also, if it's just because I'm like an old friend that the young master is so caring towards me, then Yiwu has to remind you."
"I'm not her, and please don't treat me like her."
Apart from what the old friend said, Yi Wu really couldn't think of any reason why Jiufang Mingyuan would show mercy to her. He was not a kind person.
She finished her words and left. When Jiufang Mingyuan turned around, Yi Wu had already walked away and could no longer hear his voice.
After a long pause, he muttered to himself, "I don't think of you as an old friend. You are that old friend."
If it weren't for her, Jiufang Mingyuan wouldn't even bother to look at anyone else, let alone personally heal them. Not to mention knowing they were immortals and letting them live right under his nose, he would have probably crushed them to dust and killed them a million times.
She has her mission and purpose, Jiufang Mingyuan also has his own responsibilities and obsessions, and they are both people who will not give up until they achieve their goals.
Finally realizing that his current situation was all caused by his own hands, Jiufang Mingyuan laughed at himself and thought he deserved it.
He stopped where he was and didn't move his feet back.
In front of him, Yi Wu walked into the Cloud Peak Palace without looking back, and among them were the demon soldiers who had just experienced a great battle.
The demonic doctors and soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, carrying the bodies away one by one. The wounded were carried into the palace. Only when only the rubble was left did Jiufang Mingyuan slowly walk back.
Yi Wu ignored the scars all over her body and flew straight back to the main hall to check on Qingpu's injuries.
Not long after they left, Qing Pu fainted. Doctors Weng and Wei carefully examined her, fed her some medicinal pills, and stayed by her side, not daring to leave.
Everyone knew Yiwu was ruthless and cruel. No one could stop her from killing anyone she wanted to kill. If anything happened to Qingpu, both of their lives would be gone.
"Miss Qingpu's life has been saved for now, but her heart meridians are severed. Unless she receives a life-extending elixir, otherwise..." Doctor Wei Mo chose his words carefully, gritted his teeth, "otherwise, she won't live more than half a month."
The injuries were so severe that one can imagine how severely Qingpu was tortured.
After listening to them, Yi Wu said "hmm" lightly and did not pursue any further questions.
She leaned over and passed her hands behind Qingpu's neck and between his knees, carefully lifting him up horizontally. Before leaving, she thanked the two doctors, "Thank you very much."
She carried the person away cautiously, not daring to use too much force along the way for fear of hurting Qingpu.
Finally returning to Jiyu Palace, Yiwu gently placed Qingpu on the bed and brought hot water to clean her wounds.
She found the unused Yuehua from the medicine box, carefully applied medicine and bandaged Qingpu, changed her into clean clothes, and took care of her just as she had taken care of herself.
After finishing all the things, Yi Wu didn't even have time to clean up herself. She was so tired that she fell asleep on the edge of the bed. When she opened her eyes again, it was noon the next day.
"Finally woke up, hurry up and eat something."
A familiar voice sounded, and she turned around and saw Jian Qinyuan coming in with a bowl and a spoon, with steam rising from it.
Yi Wu propped herself up and stood up, her wounds all over her body tugging at her. She frowned slightly in pain, but her tone remained normal. "Why are you here?"
Jian Qinyuan glanced at her unhappily and muttered, "If I don't come, who else can you expect to take care of you?"
"I told you to be careful. Look what you've done to yourself."
"Now that the seal has been broken, what are you still doing here? Do you still want to help the immortals return to the top of the clouds?"
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No matter what he said, Yi Wu did not refute. She sat silently at the table, holding the bowl and drinking the porridge with spiritual medicine in it spoonful by spoonful.
As the warm current flows down my stomach, my whole body feels warm.
Yi Wu hadn't had time to clean herself up since returning from the battlefield yesterday. Although her wounds had formed thin scabs, she was still covered in blood and looked haggard and disheveled.
There was nothing he could do to her, so Jian Qinyuan took out a few bottles of ointment from his pocket, put them on the table and pushed them over, "This is for you."
"Thank you." Yi Wu finished her meal slowly, put down the bowl, and glanced back at the bedside.
Thinking of what the magic doctor said yesterday, she fell silent again.
No matter what, Qingpu has done me a favor, and it is because of her that I am here. I cannot die here. I need to find the life-extending elixir as soon as possible.
Yi Wu turned back and asked Jian Qinyuan about the relevant information, "Your Guilan Sect is the number one immortal cultivation sect in the human world. Have you ever heard of a magical medicine called the Life-Sustaining Pill?"
"Life-extending pill?" Jian Qinyuan thought carefully and shook his head slightly. "Well, you should take good care of your injuries first. I'll help you find it."
Yi Wu nodded in thanks, and Jian Qinyuan left Jiyu Palace without delay, trying to find the elixir for her.
After he left, the surroundings returned to silence. If you calmed down, you could still hear Qingpu's slow breathing on the bed.
The frost on the eaves condensed into water droplets, falling to the ground with a "tap, tap" sound. The cold air seeped in through the window cracks, penetrating every pore.
I didn’t expect that there is winter on the top of Lianyun Mountain.
Yiwu was stunned for a moment, then stood up and closed the doors and windows. Qingpu showed no signs of waking up, so she left for the moment, quickly cleaned herself up, and applied medicine to her wound.
Later, the Jade Palace returned to its former quiet state. The Magic Doctor was busy treating the wounded soldiers, and no one remembered that anyone needed help. No more guards suddenly barged in, as if the previous events had never happened.
Jiufang Mingyuan did not pursue the matter of whether Yiwu was a spy, nor did she know how he would deal with Zhongfu. She did not care at all.
In order to prolong Qingpu's life, Yiwu fed her all the elixirs in her hand, and even treated her wounds despite her own injuries, but she could only barely save her life.
Finally, on the tenth day, Jian Qinyuan brought back news.
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