Chapter 343
The moment the demonic soul stepped in, there was a moment of disorientation before his eyes.
He stopped in his tracks, looked around, and, finding nothing amiss, cautiously stepped inside.
The surroundings resembled a woman's boudoir, and the young girl was lying quietly on the couch, her sleeping face serene and beautiful.
The demonic soul stared intently with a cold expression, reaching out to touch the little girl's forehead.
Just as he was about to touch it, his consciousness suddenly felt a sharp pain!
Suddenly, the scene before my eyes expanded!
"not good!"
The demon soul's enormous consciousness was instantly extracted from Bai Yu's body and then compressed into the size of an infant's fist.
"Damn it! Wait for me..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, they were drowned out by an indifferent female voice.
"Five years ago, I gave you a chance to live."
The demonic soul was taken aback for a moment before retorting, "You left a mark on my sea of consciousness, how can you call it a way out for me?"
"Your survival until now is the reason I gave you this chance to live," Ling Wu said, her tone unchanged.
"..." The demon soul was speechless.
“I just gave you another chance to choose.” Ling Wu paused for a moment before slowly opening her lips: “But you undoubtedly chose another path.”
"You've given me a choice?" Demon Soul's heart skipped a beat.
What she meant was that she had already recognized him, so now...
"Are you trying to kill me now?"
"I have no use for you now." Ling Wu's eyes held a smile.
He stared intently at Ling Wu's demonic soul, but sensed no joy whatsoever.
"Did you deliberately leave me in this useless sea of consciousness back then? But why did you do that?" The demonic soul asked urgently, as if it couldn't wait to know the answer to this question.
He was puzzled: "You could have just killed me, or kept me by your side so that I couldn't possess anyone else."
"But you've placed me inside that brat Bai Yu's body, aren't you afraid I'll possess him..."
As the demon soul was speaking, his voice suddenly paused.
"Who...who are you?!"
Ling Wu caught a glimpse of Bai Yu lying unconscious on the ground out of the corner of her eye. She then threw the demon soul in her hand on the ground and lay down next to him.
Under Ling Wu Qinghan's gaze, the demon soul slowly stretched out its body, revealing its original form.
He wore a black robe, had a handsome and wicked face, and a beauty mark hidden under the corner of his eye. Unfortunately, his lips were pale and his hair was messy.
Unlike a demon lord, he resembled a pitiful slave who had suffered punishment.
Ling Wu looked down at the two of them and asked the demon soul, "Tell me, what kind of expression will this little brat have if he discovers his true identity one day?"
"Little brat." The demon soul muttered to itself, then quickly glanced at Bai Yu, its eyes filled with surprise.
"So that man in black was you!?"
Demon Soul gave up trying to get up from the ground, propped himself up with one hand, and looked up to meet Ling Wu's gaze.
At that moment, natural light suddenly burst in from outside the window.
She stood there in the light, her skirt kissed by the light, her ribbons fluttering behind her, her eyelashes drooping as she met his gaze.
That gaze wasn't that of someone from the lower realms; it was more like...
He is more like a god sitting alone on his throne, looking down on the mortal world with compassion and indifference.
The demon soul felt a chill run down its spine at having such a thought.
He opened his pale lips, but remained silent for a long time.
Only when the light gradually covered his eyes and the scene of the woman's boudoir faded away did he finally see his surroundings clearly.
There were endless spiritual herbs all around, and a waterfall cascading down, making a constant "whoosh" sound.
This is not nighttime, and it is clearly not the Ji residence.
And the little girl who should have been lying on the bed transformed into a golden dragon.
"An ancient divine beast?" The demonic soul asked in surprise, posing the same question again: "Who exactly are you?"
They even have ancient mythical beasts like dragons!
The golden dragon flew up and circled above the demon's head a few times, as if showing off.
In a short while, it obediently flew back to Lingwu's side, reciting the words Wu'a had used to introduce its master, and raised its little golden head, saying:
"My master, Little Cloud, is the youngest and most talented cultivator from ancient times to the present! The Lord of the Sumeru Divine Realm! An ancient divine beast..."
Before it could finish speaking, Lingwu patted its head and said, "Go play."
"But Xiaoyun hasn't finished introducing herself yet." After saying this, Jinlong seemed to remember something, and gave the demon soul a "humph" before flying away and hiding in grievance.
After hiding, she muttered to herself, "Little Cloud finally understands why Wua hated Little Cloud back then."
Meanwhile, the demon soul, distracted by this, seemed to be imagining something, and he pursed his lips and awkwardly straightened the clothes on his soul body.
"You spared my life back then so that Bai Yu..." He paused before saying, "...so that he would go astray?"
The demon soul, who deeply understands that one must bow one's head under the eaves of a house, aptly compares himself to a wrong path.
"Song Bai is also one of your people, right? No, to be precise, he is one of your people as the man in black robes."
"But you treat Song Bai with great care, which is probably because he has done a good job of bullying Bai Yu."
As the demon soul spoke, he kept observing Ling Wu's expression, but unfortunately, Ling Wu remained expressionless and indifferent throughout.
He sat up straight, quite agitated, and closed the open opening of his shirt as he stood up, covering his muscular chest.
Unable to fathom Ling Wu's thoughts, he could only continue speaking based on his own guesses.
"So your real purpose is to train Bai Yu, to let Bai Yu grow through these setbacks, am I right?"
“…” Ling Wu ignored him.
The demon soul was utterly defeated and stopped deceiving itself. In a hoarse voice, it said directly, "You really just wanted to torment him. But why? He has done nothing to wrong you."
He couldn't get an answer, but he also knew that his existence had lost its value, and without value, there was no need for him to live.
But he barely escaped death, how could he be so easily killed?
As Ling Wu took a step closer to him, he suddenly spoke, his face filled with righteous indignation: "Actually, I have another use!"
"Tell me about it," Ling Wu said calmly, her steps unwavering.
Seeing that Ling Wu was still pressing closer, the demon soul murmured with pale lips.
A few strands of color returned to his pale face, his hair at the temples was slightly disheveled, and he was clutching his chest tightly, looking like a good girl who had been forced into prostitution.
"I..." He lowered his hand from his chest, and said with feigned calmness but with difficulty, "I can be your furnace!"
Ling Wu stopped in her tracks.
The demonic soul then thought it had found hope.
"The cultivation method I taught Bai Yu allows him to absorb the cultivation of others and use it for his own benefit when he cultivates it to the Mahayana level!"
As he said this, he didn't see Ling Wu's gaze turn even colder, and continued, "But he didn't know that he himself could also become someone else's furnace."
"This is also a hidden reason why the people of the Upper Realm risked their lives to capture me." His eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness: "But unfortunately, when they besieged me in the end, they were blinded by righteousness. They all appeared righteous on the surface, but in reality, they all harbored the desire to monopolize my cultivation. That's why I escaped a calamity."
"After all, absorbing the cultivation of the original body might allow one to ascend. Everyone knows that those who ascend to the upper realm don't become immortals, but..."
"God!" He curled his lips into a smirk, his eyes surging with madness.
After a short while, he calmed down, but when he talked about his past, he couldn't help but feel arrogant.
He arrogantly raised his chin, but even as he looked up and met Ling's gaze, he was still mesmerized by her beauty for a long time.
Left with no other choice, he averted his gaze to entice: "Cultivators pursue the Great Dao so that one day they can break through the void and go elsewhere."
"Now that you know how to break through the void, don't you really want to become a god?"
"Only by keeping me can you truly become a god."
Mortals say that true immortals in the upper realm can shake the earth and mountains with a wave of their hand, and annihilate countless living beings with a gesture of their own.
But God is above them!
The demon soul could not hide his complicated feelings; he hoped that she could also become one of the ordinary people who had been bewitched by him.
And deep down, she secretly hoped that the person before her could remain aloof from the world and not be swayed by his words.
So, what will she choose?
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