Chapter 92 Chapter 92 "Serving me, isn't it yours...
Ah Du came up to Du Wuzhu and looked down at him for a moment, then he felt a little interested. "This is the first time I've seen you in such a mess, dear brother."
Du Wuzhu's expression was extremely ugly, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in it, like a parent watching their naughty child get into a terrible disaster that affected themselves.
"Du Fengyan, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?"
The smile on Ah Du's lips faded. His peach blossom eyes, very similar to Du Wuzhu's, stared at him intently, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "I heard that Taohua An has listed Year Rewind as a forbidden technique, and you've never used it?"
Du Wuzhu's eyes flashed, and his pupils shrank as he thought of something.
"It seems I don't need to remind you," A-Du said. "I think my mother didn't suffer any backlash when she used the Year Rewind technique."
Du Wuzhu's face darkened: "What do you want to say?"
"The reason why Peach Blossom An is called Peach Blossom An is because the ancestors' chronological history at the founding of the clan was unique and intimidating enough to intimidate the region. In March, peach blossoms ripple across the water, and the river flows back to its former glory. This is the origin of the name Peach Blossom An."
"Is the Peach Blossom An, which has been lost for years, still the Peach Blossom An?"
Du Wuzhu's expression grew increasingly grim. Ah Du continued, "You, the Grand Master, and many others once told me that the Yearly Recall skill had a significant backlash and shouldn't be used lightly. I was very puzzled because, brother, it didn't seem to backfire on me."
Du Wuzhu stared at Adu, as if trying to judge whether she was lying.
His face turned pale, and after a long while he finally uttered three words: "Impossible."
"You know this is possible, but it's impossible for you." Adu continued, "Mother didn't retaliate, and neither did I. Do you know what this means?"
Du Wuzhu's demonic energy suddenly stirred, but he was suddenly restrained, causing him to spit out blood.
At that moment, the little family affection in his heart disappeared, and he wanted to kill Adu.
Ah Du looked at him coldly, and every word he said seemed to be a death sentence: "It means that the forbidden skills of Taohua An are only passed on to women. I am my mother's heir."
Du Wuzhu tried to wipe the blood off his face, but found himself unable to move. He had thought countless times about his own fate: death at the hands of the man behind the scenes, death in the chaotic energy explosion, or being discovered and executed by the zombies...
He even thought that Yao Ning would kill him.
However, he could never have imagined that the person who knocked him down first, leaving him powerless to fight back and almost mentally collapsed was this half-sister whom he had never taken seriously.
What is Adu?
She had a similar appearance to him, and even more like their late mother.
Her birth was just a tiny trace of her mother's wandering among the flowers.
Du Wuzhu helped her, cared for her, and pitied her, as if only by doing so could he protect the shallow and fragile connection between his mother and him.
Adu is a bridge, a tribute he offers, and a fragile, beautiful little sister who needs care.
The only difference is not the woman in front of him who is enough to shake his position.
Du Wuzhu shook his head: "Your biological father was just a plaything for her one-night stand. Ah Du, why do you think that with your status as an illegitimate daughter, you can make the disciples of Taohua An submit?"
Ah Du laughed, finding it quite absurd: "So now you want to discuss the distinctions between legitimate and illegitimate children, noble and inferior in the human world?"
"Okay, then I'll do as you say," A'Du said. "You are a noble legitimate son, but you cannot inherit the unique skills that are the foundation of your mother and Taohua An. And I, a lowly illegitimate daughter, am more like the legitimate heir of her bloodline than you."
Du Wuzhu's face turned even paler, embarrassment, humiliation, and anger intertwined in his chest: "What do you want from Taohua An?"
Without waiting for A'Du's reply, Du Wuzhu smiled, a smile that was a bit crazy: "You want to stop the outbreak of the chaotic energy, but Yao Ning has already entered the Ice Flame Mirror tonight. You can't stop this."
He strained to look out the window. In the distance, above a tall building entangled in vines, the Bingyanjian illusion hung down like a tent. The unconscious Yao Ning would see the thing he feared most in his life in his dream.
Du Wuzhu bets that Yao Ning will lose control.
The chaotic energy spread, and the success or failure in front of us did not matter.
A'Du seemed to see through his thoughts: "You are not afraid of the spread of the chaotic energy because you have a backup plan. Let me guess..."
A'Du pondered for a moment: "By then, all the cultivators in the world of cultivation will lose the support of the spiritual and demonic energies and will no longer be able to cultivate. They may even be assimilated into chaos. However, Taohua An has entered the Dao through dual cultivation. Even if everyone else fails, Taohua An will not."
"No, there's more." Adu thought of something, "Being blessed with good fortune is also a path to cultivation."
"So, those favored by luck are just as fearless as you, and even more hopeful that all cultivators will fall." Something connected in his mind. "Meng Yaoguang, the eldest daughter of the Tianshu Sect, no wonder she chose another path and was able to gather a group of followers."
Du Wuzhu sneered, "I never knew you were so clever before, but it's too late now. You should have usurped the throne sooner, sister. Even if you are the legitimate successor, you are ultimately a reckless man who only knows how to fight head-on. This world is not just about status and power, there are also plots and schemes that you cannot imagine."
"Really?" Adu looked very relaxed and pointed out the window, "Are you referring to the Ice Flame Mirror illusion?"
Du Wuzhu's pupils shrank and his heart began to beat fast. Adu was not stupid, so why did she seem to have no sense of crisis at all?
What other tricks does she have?
Could it be that I saw it wrong? Adu didn't care whether the chaotic energy erupted or not. Could it be that she had other intentions?
Du Wuzhu's mind was in a mess and he began to feel truly panicked.
Ah Du turned around and smiled: "Brother, why do you feel that you are in reality now?"
Du Wuzhu's heart was shaken, and he looked up in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"I say." Adu walked over and tilted his head, "You have been dreaming all this time."
Du Wuzhu stared at Ah Du with eyes wide open, then suddenly looked out the window, a drop of cold sweat rolling down his forehead. He said with forced composure, "You want me to confuse reality and illusion and mess up my mind?"
He forced a smile and said, "Du Fengyan, you underestimate your brother."
"Really?" Du Fengyan put her hand on the shoulder of Du Xuandu, who had been standing silently by the side. Du Wuzhu then turned to look at him. "If you weren't dreaming, how could Du Xuandu be awake?"
Every word Ah Du said was like a hammer, destroying Du Wuzhu's last line of defense: "You turned her into a half-dead state with your own hands, don't you remember?"
As Adu finished speaking, Du Xuandu, who had originally had a lively expression, suddenly became dull, and the clarity in his eyes faded away bit by bit.
Du Wuzhu watched Du Xuandu change from being full of vitality to being lifeless, and a chill gradually crept up his back.
He thought he had woken up from the illusion, but it turned out he was still in the illusion.
He was very familiar with the Bingyanjian, but this was the first time he was deceived for a long time without knowing it.
How did Du Fengyan do it?
However, what made Du Wuzhu's back shiver even more was that if the illusion did not end...
He turned his head to look out the window again. The pavilion was covered by vines, and the Bingyanjian illusion enveloped it like a veil.
If the illusion doesn't end, then when did it begin?
"Du Fengyan." Du Wuzhu's voice was hoarse. When he realized that he had lost one step, he didn't realize that he had already lost many steps. Du Fengyan, whom he had originally looked down upon, actually made him afraid. This reversal of status brought him a strong sense of frustration and illusion. "How did you do it?"
"When you set out from Taohua An and were about to go to where Yao Ning was, the Ice Flame Mirror had already been launched against you." Adu replied.
"Impossible." Du Wuzhu looked panicked and muttered, "Even if that's the case, I clearly woke up..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
Ah Du said: "You woke up, so I used the year to go back."
Go back years and reverse time.
So time went back to the starting point - when he was about to set up the Ice and Flame Mirror on Yao Ning.
He was familiar with the year-by-year rewind, so he did not lose his previous memories. The difference from the first time was that this time, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Du Xuandu and Du Fengyan, so that he did not realize that this was a reincarnation, but thought that he had woken up from the illusion, and time continued.
Du Wuzhu's hands trembled slightly.
He looked at the expressionless Adu and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want?"
Du Fengyan looked at him steadily and said, "I want you to inform everyone in Taohua An that the position of the Taohua An Sect Master has been passed to me."
*
Jiangcan walked into his bedroom, closed the door, and a crack appeared on his cold expression.
Physical pain accompanied him for many years.
The silkworm raised his hand and saw that his fingertips, which were originally smooth and plump, now had rough lines like dry bark.
He is a dying plant. No matter how deep his roots dig into the ground and try to absorb nutrients and water, they are unable to nourish his increasingly withered trunk and leaves.
He sank tiredly into the chair, cracks appearing on his handsome face, but he seemed unaware of it, just staring blankly into the void, frowning as he thought about something.
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a knock on the door.
The zombie said "Come in", the door opened, and a shivering little demon cultivator came in.
The little demon cultivator looked up in panic, then quickly lowered his head and came to the side of the silkworm.
"Is she asleep?"
"Yes." The little demon cultivator bowed his head and answered respectfully, "I slept very soundly. Your Majesty's ambushes were all around me. Not even a fly could get into the building."
Jiang Can nodded and rubbed his eyebrows. Just this action caused the cracks on his exposed skin to rustle and drop debris.
The silkworm looked at the wood chips that were as black as tree bark, and was a little dazed for a moment.
Death came sooner than he expected.
The little demon cultivator tactfully brought a basin of water and wrung out a handkerchief to wipe the silkworm.
Even if water cannot cure the dry skin, it can make the silkworm feel better.
He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
The little demon cultivator was indeed carefully selected by Jiangcan to serve Yao Ning. He was not as rude and reckless as other demon cultivators. His movements were very gentle, and the fragrance of flowers in Yao Ning's room was on his body.
The silkworm relaxed its mind and subconsciously moved its nostrils slightly, wanting to smell the light fragrance.
As if knowing what the silkworm was thinking, the flower's fragrance instantly grew stronger, filling the room with a fragrant aroma, as if...
It was as if Yao Ning was right next to him.
The silkworm's frown relaxed a little, and he felt a little drowsy in the fragrant aroma.
The wet handkerchief brushed gently across his cheek like a breeze wrapped in drizzle, and Jiang Can's eyebrows, which had been stretched out, twisted again subconsciously.
Something is wrong.
"Your Majesty, you are the most upright and respectful person. How could you allow a lowly little demon cultivator to behave so intimately with you?"
The familiar voice was soft and gentle, but it sounded like thunder exploding beside his ears. The silkworm's drowsy consciousness suddenly became clear and he opened his eyes.
The one holding the handkerchief was Bai Su, and the little demon cultivator was shivering not far away.
Amid the intoxicating fragrance that filled the room, Jiangcan was stunned for a long time before he reacted.
He arranged for the little demon cultivator to control Yao Ning without anyone noticing, using the scent of flowers that she would not be able to defend against.
But he didn't expect that when he was treated in the same way as others, he was even slower than Yao Ning to realize the danger.
No, if Bai Su hadn't said it, he might not have noticed it at all.
Jiangcan knew that his physical weakness and long-term rule had made him relax his vigilance. Even though he knew Bai Su's dissatisfaction, he firmly believed that the other party would remain loyal to him as before.
He forgot that what made Bai Su surrender in the first place was not him as a person, but the absolute crushing power.
"Are you so impatient?" Jiang Can looked at Bai Su, "The position of Demon Lord is not just the glory in front of you, but also the bloody thorns behind you."
Bai Su threw away the handkerchief and drew his knife, pressing it against Jiangcan's neck: "I know that in His Majesty's eyes, I have never been a candidate for the position of Demon Lord. I never accepted it in the past."
Bai Su smiled and said, "But now, I find that Your Majesty has good taste."
The silkworm narrowed his eyes: "You want to kill me, but you don't want the position of Demon Lord?"
Bai Su raised his eyebrows: "Your Majesty has done me a favor. If I don't kill Your Majesty, I naturally don't want the position of Demon Lord."
Jiangcan looked at Bai Su, and a thought came to his mind. If that was the case, it would be the result he least wanted to see.
"Your Majesty," Bai Su said somewhat dejectedly, "I thought we sympathized with each other. I only followed your lead. Even if I wanted to become the Demon Lord, I never thought I would ascend to the throne by stepping on your corpse. But what about Your Majesty?"
Bai Su raised the silkworm's jaw with the tip of his knife: "Your Majesty, I only regard you as an obedient dog."
"But what Your Majesty wants me to hear makes me feel very aggrieved." Bai Su turned the tip of the knife, retracted it, and took two steps back. "So I don't plan to kill Your Majesty, nor do I plan to seize the throne. I choose to find another wise master."
Jiangcan's face darkened and he slowly turned his head.
A figure walked in from outside the door. It was Yao Ning who had already fallen asleep.
She had an upright posture, moved swiftly, and looked clear-headed, without a trace of drugged appearance.
The silkworm's body began to tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to activate his demonic energy, but found that his tendons and veins were blocked. He wanted to stand up, but his limbs were sore and weak.
Yao Ning came over with a sword in hand and took a few steps to stand in front of him.
"Listen to me..."
Before Jiangcan could finish his words, Yao Ning didn't hesitate at all. With a "puff", he stabbed his sword into his chest.
The silkworm's throat made a "ho ho" sound. He looked at the expressionless Yao Ning, as if he was looking up at a god of death who suddenly came to the world. For the first time in his life, he knew the taste of fear.
The sound of armor clashing and orderly footsteps could be heard, and the breath of countless monsters came from all directions, but no one entered the bedroom.
The silkworm knew that his situation was hopeless.
"What do you want by doing all this?" he asked Yao Ning.
Yao Ning drew his sword, bringing out a string of dripping blood beads, and pressed the tip of the sword to the deadly part of the silkworm's throat: "I want you to announce the new king's accession to the throne."
Jiangcan smiled, but then his face twisted as he felt the wound on his chest: "You are not a demon. Without my recognition, you are afraid that you will not be able to convince others."
Yao Ning said without hesitation: "That's the truth."
"But if you take over, what use will I be?" Jiangcan closed his eyes and said with difficulty, "Will I still have a way to survive then?"
Yao Ning looked at him with a hint of surprise: "So Your Majesty is still thinking about his own survival? I thought that the moment you saw me appear, you already knew that nothing awaited you but eternal damnation."
"Hahaha... cough, cough..." The silkworm sighed slowly, "I've been sick for too long and have become indecisive. No wonder Bai Su also abandoned me and chose you."
Bai Su lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at him.
Yao Ning applied a little force to his hands: "I know what you are thinking. Since we are all going to die, why bother to fulfill my wish. But my Lord, if you don't do this, I will make you suffer worse than death."
The silkworm's eyes rolled around, his look a little confused.
He looked into Yao Ning's eyes and felt that there was something more in her eyes.
Something different than it once was.
It's like madness, and also like extinction.
He had a feeling that Yao Ning was not bluffing, she really could do it.
But besides death and the dissipation of the soul, what else could be more painful...
The silkworm slowly opened its eyes wide.
He thought of what he had seen before, the blood-soaked Yao Ning in red clothes on the mountain of corpses in the Demon Realm. In the image of the photo bead, she had the same crazy and weird eyes as Yao Ning now.
She tore apart the souls of all the demon cultivators, and from then on, those demon cultivators disappeared forever from the eight wildernesses, the four poles, the primeval world, and even the distant end of the world.
Such cold-blooded and cruel methods once made Jiangcan angry and fearful, and thus triggered the battle between good and evil.
Yao Ning once said that that person was not her.
The silkworm felt a chill sweeping through his limbs and bones. When Yao Ning said that, he believed it.
But that person, isn't she really?
If I don't do what she says, she can make me live a life worse than death...
"It's just as you think." Yao Ning patted Jiang Can's face with the blade of her sword. This was a condescending and humiliating gesture, but her face was deadly cold. "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
*
In the vast land of the demon world, monsters are either fighting to the death, or hiding in deserted places to secretly cultivate. Most of the lower-level monsters just hunt and kill based on their instincts...
On this day, on the horizon, sunlight penetrated the white fog that had lingered for years, illuminating the world as bright as a new life.
The sunlight was blazing and overbearing. Some monsters were burned by the overly hot sunlight and jumped up and down screaming.
More demon cultivators looked in the direction of the Demon Lord's Palace in astonishment, feeling a domineering and fierce pressure, and stood there as if petrified, not daring to move.
A strange yet instinctively frightening voice resounded in all directions, lingering in the sky for a long time, almost shattering everyone's eardrums.
"I hereby inform the four directions of heaven and earth that Yao Ning has ascended to the position of Demon Lord."
The voice was clear and gentle, and seemed a little weak and frail. However, experienced demon cultivators knew that it was the original voice of the silkworm.
The demon cultivators were panic-stricken and helpless, not knowing what was happening. They were either whispering to each other, or frowning in thought, or filled with confusion.
Soon, the voice dissipated.
The demon world fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
All the demon cultivators simultaneously turned their gazes towards the distant Demon Lord Palace. They had different thoughts, but they were all alert.
A moment later, another voice sounded.
This voice was more familiar than the previous one. Bai Su, the guardian of the Demon Lord, and the well-known big demon had all suffered from Bai Su's sword. In the eyes of the people of the demon world, this careless man was even more feared than the Demon Lord Jiangcan.
Bai Su's voice was loud and clear, leaving no room for doubt.
"I hereby inform the world that Yao Ning has ascended to the throne of the Demon Lord!"
All the demon cultivators opened their eyes wide in shock at this sound, but before they could react, another voice sounded.
Du Wuzhu: "I only inform the four directions of heaven and earth that Yao Ning is the Demon Lord."
The two voices intertwined and echoed in the sky.
The three men at the top of the demon world suddenly announced a piece of news that no one expected.
It was not just a declaration, it was more like a silent deterrent.
A demon retracted the vulture's claws and slowly knelt down.
Behind him, the sound of weapons falling one after another was heard, and the demon cultivators silently bent their knees and knelt down.
It was as if a stone was thrown into the calm water, causing ripples to spread out in the surroundings, and countless demon cultivators knelt down one after another like wheat fields blown by a strong wind.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Someone spoke.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" hundreds of people said in unison.
The earth-shaking voices converged like a tide, echoing loudly: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Adu retracted his gaze and waved to the people behind him: "Take him away and lock him up."
The two Taohua Temple disciples responded fearfully, and one on each side carried the immobile Du Wuzhu and left.
"Du Fengyan, you're helping Yao Ning because of Shang Linran, right?" Du Wuzhu shouted, "You really have feelings for him. Hahahahahaha, someone from Taohua An, practicing the Hehuan technique, actually has true feelings for someone! You're just like your mother!"
Yao Ning raised one hand, the two demon cultivators stopped, and Du Wuzhu fell to the ground helplessly.
"Whether you believe it or not, I helped Yao Ning for Taohua An and for the world of cultivation." Ah Du lowered his head and looked at Du Wuzhu lying on the ground, disappointment in his eyes. "You always say that mothers shouldn't be emotional. You look down on her and me. But who is it that is truly emotionally moved without realizing it, harming yourself, Du Xuandu, and everyone in Taohua An?"
"Brother, who is the one who is trapped in love and has gone astray?"
world.
Meng Yaoguang looked up at the strange sight in the sky for a long time, until the tea overflowed from the teacup and splashed her clothes, then she came to her senses.
"We're going to lose."
She pushed Yao Ning into a desperate situation, but Yao Ning chose to become king in that desperate situation.
Yao Ning has completely stood on the opposite side of the human world. The previous tactics of smearing and alienating people are no longer effective. When Yao Ning appears again, he will talk to the human world on equal terms as the Demon Lord.
Anyone who wants to touch her must consider her current status and the consequences that will follow.
Meng Yaoguang looked at the messy table in a daze for a while, then called the maid to clean it up, but there was no response for a long time.
She looked up and saw the maple leaves like fire and the clouds rolling under the cliff.
She forgot that this was her secret place and only she could enter.
Meng Yaoguang turned his head and his gaze fell on the table opposite him, where a cup of tea was placed, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Hang Qingzong, Chen Qian got up from the bed and staggered outside.
"Master, your injury hasn't healed yet! You can't..."
Chen Qian shook his head, and Xianxian had to shut up.
She saw her master looking up at the sky, so she also looked over. It was clearly a cloudy day today, but just now it was suddenly bright all around, as if there was an extra sun in the sky.
"Master, what are you looking at?"
Chen Qian lowered his head, coughed twice, and walked back into the house. Xian Xian followed anxiously: "The sect leader said that Master's injury this time is different from the past. He can't move around freely for the first month..."
"Just relax." Chen Qian interrupted her, "Don't tell the Sect Master."
Xianxian's heart was lifted, and her eyes suddenly turned red: "Master, what are you going to do? Uncle Shi is gone, isn't it better for us to wait for her to come back in Xuanqing Sect?"
"Master uncle doesn't want to come back." Chen Qian's breathing was trembling. He held back his tears and touched Xianxian's head. "But I want to try to bring her back, so I can't tell the Sect Master."
*
In the demon world, Yao Ning's door was pushed open.
"You said I would be your most loyal dog. I want to ask, what gives you the right?"
"What are you pretending to be with me, Bai Su?" Yao Ning turned his head nonchalantly, "Don't you like me?"
She smiled lightly, with a hint of pride: "Isn't it your honor to serve me?"
This sentence seemed to tear off the fig leaf that had been veiled in the past and that had been used to cover up the truth.
Bai Su then realized that she had known it for a long time, but just didn't care.
Bai Su's eyes were dark, with all kinds of emotions surging in them. His thin lips opened and closed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "That depends on what kind of service you provide."
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