Chapter 344
Ling Wu ignored his attempts to seduce her.
With a gentle grasp, she seized the demonic soul that awaited her next words in her palm.
"Don't you want to become a god?" the demonic soul continued to ask.
Before he could get a reply, he was stuffed into an extremely crowded body.
The demonic soul in Ling Wu's hand disappeared, and a candle appeared out of thin air.
She examined the phoenix carved on the candle closely before approaching it and speaking:
"The god before you now is the one who has come to you through the sacrifice of your soul."
Her voice was ethereal and compassionate, as if she were recounting something insignificant.
"So tell me, how valuable are your and Bai Yu's lives?"
Lingwu lit the candle.
The flame licked the candle wick, making a crisp sound as it was lit.
Before the demonic soul imprisoned in the candle could even comprehend the meaning of Ling Wu's words, its entire body was engulfed in flames and burned scorching hot!
He let out painful howls, clutching his body tightly with both hands, trying to resist the scorching heat.
But he was just a soul, even though he had cultivated for a thousand years.
"Pain..." he managed to utter this one word, followed by unbearable pain.
Lingwu traced the phoenix pattern on the candle with her fingertips and said in a divine voice, "The fortune of this world is not yet enough to bring forth a god."
"That's why there are people who have great fortune but can't make it to the end."
"And this person used to be Bai Yu."
The so-called cultivation of the Great Dao and ascension to godhood is nothing but a facade.
The inaudible demonic soul, burning beneath the heat, touched the cool touch of Ling Wu's fingertips.
His body trembled, and he instinctively wanted to get closer, trying to hold onto the cool warmth that could ease his pain.
A drop of melted candle wax meandered down the candle, its crimson color resembling the blood and tears of a demonic soul.
Lingwu withdrew her fingertip without hesitation, her voice gentle: "Don't cry, someone will come to be with you."
"I," he managed to utter the word with difficulty, then, just as Ling Wu withdrew her fingertip, he managed to utter another, equally difficult, "No..."
I don't?
"She does have backbone." Ling Wu smiled gently, then sighed softly as she put down the candle, glancing sideways at the unconscious Bai Yu.
"I hope you can maintain this backbone until this little brat actually arrives."
After saying this, Ling Wu and Bai Yu disappeared into the Sumeru Ring.
"I won't cry! Touch me!" Only then did the demonic soul manage to utter a complete sentence through the ring.
Little Cloud: "...Should we tell Master everything he said?"
"No, Master doesn't like him!"
The demonic soul, engulfed in flames, tried to draw out its demonic energy to resist, but the demonic energy was also trapped in the small candle, and was scorched along with the raging fire that could not be extinguished.
As the demonic energy was eventually extinguished, his burning sensation intensified exponentially.
"woman……"
His voice gradually became hoarse, eventually turning into a sob. The excruciating pain reminded him of the origin of the candle.
"It was..." It was the treasure that Bai Yu obtained under the phoenix tree in that secret realm, but unfortunately it was snatched away by the man in black robes in the end.
The fire of the phoenix's rebirth is extremely terrifying, especially for those who follow the demonic path, where it is a devastating suppression.
If he had known this would happen, he would never have let Bai Yu take the candle.
It would have been fine if I had just made her wedding dress, but in the end, the fire burned me instead.
He could only comfort himself: It's alright, as long as I can endure this, everything will be alright once the candles have all melted! As long as I can endure this...
Lingwu stepped out of the Sumeru Ring, patted the little girl's head, and then left.
Lingwu closed the door and looked up at the full moon.
She knew exactly what the demon was thinking.
But how could a candle that traps a demonic soul melt like an ordinary candle? I'm afraid that by the time she left, this candle wouldn't even have burned a tenth of its weight.
The day she left was also the day he died completely.
Fu Xue, who had finally found Ling Wu not far away, glanced angrily at Bai Yu lying on the ground before saying goodbye with a wronged expression: "This servant must leave."
"Those ugly freaks are tearing my house down again! This time I'm going to smash their heads off!" Her eyes burned with fury, her anger unabated.
It's all their fault! She's finally able to be by her side openly and honestly!
Lingwu looked at her, and Fuxue coughed lightly, then changed her words, saying, "It's too scary to knock someone's head off. I would never be so violent. I would only beat them until they were running away in terror."
Ling Wu nodded, not intending to interfere with her thoughts.
"Just a nod? Don't you have any instructions for me? What if I get hurt? What if I get disfigured..."
“They can’t beat you,” Ling Wu replied calmly.
Fuxue covered her face and began to blush shyly: "You actually care about me so much, you even know whether I can beat them or not, are you... worried that I will get hurt?"
“…” Ling Wu couldn’t understand her thoughts.
Fuxue wasn't embarrassed when she didn't get a reply from Lingwu. She blushed and whispered goodbye, "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Once I've dealt with those ugly bastards, I'll come find you at your Half Moon Peak!"
After she finished speaking, she left, turning back every few steps.
Lingwu stayed at the Ji family for a month. After asking Ji Lingwu for her opinion, she finally decided to leave alone.
When separation outweighs reunion, kinship weakens.
When she ascends to heaven, they will only think that she went to the upper realm, and it will be another thousand or so years before they ascend to heaven.
Time will wear everything down.
"Wu'er, don't overwork yourself. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing." Mother Ji held her hand, her eyes filled with tears.
Seeing this, Lingwu asked Ji Lingwu about her thoughts again.
Only when she changed her mind did she ask the two elders if they wanted to stay at Half Moon Peak for a while.
The two nodded happily, but then asked in unison, "Won't this cause you trouble, Wu'er?"
Ling Wu shook her head, and the two of them put their worries aside. Then, Ji's mother made the final decision: "Then Wu'er will go first. Your father and I will pack up and take Huan'er to find you."
"Huan'er can be with her sister now!" Ji Shihuan cheered.
Lingwu tapped the little girl's nose, nodded to the two elders, and then left.
Without Fuxue this time, Lingwu only used a spirit sword to bring Baiyu back to the sect.
For the past month, Bai Yu had initially resisted the intimacy shown by the people of the Ji family, after all, he had personally killed these people with his sword.
So the more they acted this way, the more panicked he became.
But when he left, he still took the initiative to raise his hand and wave goodbye to everyone.
Standing atop the spirit sword, the wind whistled past his ears, and the icy blue ribbons that brushed against Bai Yu's hands each time made him want to hold on tightly.
Yet every time, without exception, I dared not touch it.
The dream was so real, so real, that everything felt like he had experienced it himself; all the people, objects, and scenes were exactly the same.
And the only variables in those altered experiences are...
Master, and that man in black robes.
"Master, do you really not remember me?" He lowered his eyes, staring at the ribbon he dared not touch.
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