Chapter 342
As night fell, Bai Yu pushed open the door.
The snow has long since melted, and the damp sky is filled with the breath of life, yet it also shows the disappearance of things that once brightened up the winter.
The wind blows, and plum blossoms fall.
"Master."
Amidst the falling petals, the woman in the blue dress suddenly turned around, causing a ripple to appear on the blue ribbon at her waist.
Although her eyes and brows showed no warmth whatsoever, she had genuinely treated him with the kindness of a gentle breeze.
"You called me by the wrong name." Her expression was indifferent, unlike before.
Yes, he mispronounced it.
But he spent over a thousand years in his dream, and in that period, which he later realized was the most beautiful time, he had clearly called her "Master" for a hundred years.
The two gazed at each other from afar, her eyes still etched with countless expressions of estrangement.
Yet his eyes held a deep sense of dependence.
The one who takes the first step always loses, but it doesn't matter. In his dream, his master always walks towards him, so let him take the initiative this time.
Ling Wu noticed that Bai Yu was acting strangely, met his gaze, and did not leave.
The boy approached slowly, one eye covered.
His other eye was as calm as ever, but beneath that calm lay a beast lurking.
The beast had its scarlet eyes wide open, viewing everything as an enemy.
Yet, when she saw the figure he would recall day and night in his dreams, she shed all her thorns and exposed her soft belly.
Unfortunately, he never heard that figure gently stroke his head and say, "Your master is here."
Bai Yu felt a lump in his throat; he hadn't cried in a long time.
Even when he was being hunted down by everyone in the upper realm in his dreams, and the whole world was against him, he never shed a single tear.
"Clatter".
A tear slid down his cheek and fell heavily into the silent night.
"Why are you crying?" Ling Wu asked softly.
Hearing that gentle voice, Bai Yu felt inexplicably wronged.
But fearing he might frighten her, he could only manage a forced smile, stop in his tracks, and wipe his eyes.
"The wind is a bit chilly, and my disciple's eyes are a little sore," he explained.
The use of "Master" and "Disciple" had already given Ling Wu a clue.
However, she had been waiting there to see if he was acting strangely, but now she didn't need to test him; he had taken the initiative to confess everything.
Lingwu nodded and walked away.
He had only taken a few steps when the boy behind him hurriedly caught up and called out, "Master, your disciple knows he was wrong."
As he expected, the figure that haunted his dreams turned around and faced him.
But she said, "Bai Yu, this is the second time you have called me by the wrong name. I don't want to hear it a third time."
The boy was thin, but he possessed cultivation. The evening wind should not have been cold for him, yet his smile was bitter and his cheeks were pale.
But so what? Ling Wu walked away resolutely.
The boy stood there, watching her leave.
The icy blue ribbon that fluttered backward carried away the chill that enveloped her, leaving no trace of care that belonged to her.
Bai Yu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"My master doesn't want me anymore," he murmured.
The demonic soul in the sea of consciousness sensed Bai Yu's abnormality, but only dared to speak after Ling Wu had left:
"Hey! You idiot, have you been bewitched by that saintess? I remember that woman doesn't use bewitching techniques!"
Bai Yu, immersed in pain, had his eyes turn so dark they seemed to drip ink the moment the demonic soul spoke.
For a moment, he was so distracted that he almost forgot about this two-faced, murderous demon.
Thinking of this, Bai Yu channeled the demonic energy around his body towards his sea of consciousness!
This time, he will definitely not let this treacherous demon soul live!
But he forgot that he was not the immortal venerable one in the dream who could easily destroy a sect with a wave of his hand.
The demonic soul, unable to comprehend anything within his sea of consciousness, frowned deeply and asked, "What are you doing, you idiot?"
As he finished speaking, he stared intently at the demonic energy hurtling towards him, only then belatedly realizing...
—Is this piece of trash trying to kill himself?
Upon confirming the situation, the demonic soul was initially taken aback, then sneered and shattered the demonic energy with a backhand, not even bothering to absorb it.
"Idiot, I warned you five years ago not to do it again."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tearing pain shot through Bai Yu's mind.
The pain instantly brought back some painful memories for Bai Yu that he didn't want to recall.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the destructive pressure of the demonic soul on his consciousness, and finally found all the memory valves.
The flood of memories and the pain in his sea of consciousness made him bite his tongue until it bled. He instinctively reached for a pill in his storage ring to replenish his energy, but found nothing.
“Sumeru…” No, that’s not right.
At this point in time, he has not yet obtained the Sumeru Ring.
He obtained the Sumeru Ring by chance when the old patriarch passed away.
He thought about it, and finally completely fainted.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the demonic soul entered Bai Yu's body. After getting up, he disgustedly patted the ashes off his body and walked towards the room where Ji Shihuan was.
If he wasn't mistaken, the little girl should have an innate chaotic spiritual root.
It came without any effort.
The demon soul smoothed out the wrinkles in its robes, raised its hand to remove the eye patch attached to its hollow eye, and casually tossed it aside.
"Hmph! I'm not like that man in black robes who can't stand the light of day!" The young man's voice was low and hoarse, his tone arrogant.
He walked forward with his hands behind his back, only to bump into a figure with an icy blue back.
The demonic soul paused, then turned and tried to run away.
But when he looked down and saw the disciple's robe he was wearing, he felt guilty yet justified, and called out, "Immortal Venerable."
Lingwu immediately turned around without answering.
Feeling guilty rather than self-righteous, the demonic soul lowered its head and then cupped its hands, saying, "This disciple greets the Immortal Venerable."
He was a great demon who perished after being besieged by countless people in the upper realm, yet now he actually has to bow and pay respects to a minor immortal in the lower realm.
Once he recovers, he will make this woman kneel down and call him Demon Lord a hundred times!
"Mmm." The woman's voice was soft, and the usually cool and aloof skirt seemed to soften under the moonlight.
Hearing the woman's pleasant voice, Demon Soul pursed his lips.
That's enough!
This woman has a rather pleasant voice. Once he recovers, let her stand there and call him Demon Lord a hundred times.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and suddenly met the gaze of the person standing amidst the falling flowers, who seemed to be about to fly to the moon.
This woman is truly beautiful, more beautiful than everyone in the upper realm combined.
Once he recovers, then let her...
"Are you hungry?" Lingwu asked.
As soon as she finished asking the question, the demonic soul swallowed the saliva that welled up in the body.
Immediately, he frowned in disgust.
He cursed Bai Yu inwardly, calling him an ignorant and useless piece of trash!
When a woman with a pleasant voice and good looks asks him a question, he'll nod like a lackey.
But that good-for-nothing is a lackey. How could he, a great demon from the upper realm, be so spineless?
"Not hungry!" he said confidently, but then he instinctively swallowed.
The swallowing motion was very obvious...
The demon's face turned red.
He couldn't stand this useless body any longer!
Seeing that he had taken off his blindfold and looked so defiant, Ling Wu knew without a doubt that the boy was a different person.
It has to be said, Bai Yu is quite good at putting on an act.
"If you're not hungry, then go and rest." Ling Wu said, then turned and left.
"Huh?" The demon soul was stunned, staring at her back as he chased after her for a few steps.
With a final flick of his sleeve, he let out a soft "humph."
This woman is different from others; others would give her food just because they heard her swallow.
And what did she do? She turned around and left!
"I give up! Once I recover, I'll make her... I'll make her watch me eat a whole table of delicious food while she drinks only watery soup!"
The demon gritted his teeth, staring at Ling Wu's departing figure, and then recalled her appearance.
"Never mind, if she begs me for help, I'm not heartless."
He arrogantly raised his head, and after a moment slapped his forehead.
"Idiot! Spending too much time with this idiot is making my brain stupid too!"
"It's good that this woman isn't here, but her sister... Ugh! Why is it a girl?"
The demonic soul narrowed its eyes, then took a step.
He was very cautious this time, and as a result, he didn't encounter a single person along the way.
"That's strange. Logically speaking, a woman's residence shouldn't lack servants."
He frowned as he spoke, but still pushed open Ji Shihuan's door.
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