Chapter 69 The War Between the Green Bamboo Demon Clan and the Human Clan is...
The war between the demon race and the human race was caused by the internal division within the human race. Most of the great demons in Peach Blossom Valley were bound by contracts with evil spirits and became their spirit beasts. Apart from being humiliated and having no dignity, at least they could retain their lives.
However, when the four major immortal sects began their encirclement and suppression, the evil and heretical sects, which were already a disorganized mess with no leader, were beaten to a pulp like drowning dogs. They were unwilling to die under Danfeng's sword, so they set their sights on the spirit pets and demon cores.
Spirit pet cultivation is ultimately a long and arduous path, with slow growth in cultivation level. However, each tribulation is like a rebirth. If it were a righteous path, at least they would cultivate alongside pure demons. But evil and heretical paths are inherently greedy, and they value instant results and unearned gains in their techniques and cultivation.
The demon race eats spiritual herbs, and they didn't want to raise them in the first place. After Danfeng attacked, they had an even more compelling reason to refuse.
They skinned and pulled out the tendons, dissected the demon core, and ate the demon's flesh.
The scarcity of spirit beasts no longer satisfied their greed. The number of little demons hidden by Zhaohua in Peach Blossom Valley was also decreasing day by day. Only a few children remained in that small cave.
A deer that can't speak yet, a timid rabbit, a brave and fearless snow wolf, a fairly resilient willow tree, and a silent, calm, but decisive sycamore tree. The remaining little demons can't transform yet, and they huddle under Xue Lang's belly every day looking for milk. But Feng Xue is also a wolf cub and has no milk.
Shi Wenzhe then realized that Anan's real name wasn't Anan, but Nanwu, and that she was the sycamore tree.
It was a horrific massacre. Blood mist lingered over the villages at the foot of Peach Blossom Valley, filled with malevolent energy. Black fog covered the sky, and crows circled in the air day after day. The mocking screams of evil cultivators and the painful wails of wronged souls were like dull knives cutting into Zhao Hua's heart, nearly killing him.
Zhaohua grew weaker day by day, and Linglong fell silent day by day.
He is a little bird who can live freely as long as there is sky, sea and land. He has lived for more than a thousand years and now there is no more than a peach tree. The entanglements of worldly affairs are not deep in his heart. He does not force worldly karma. He is happy to be carefree.
But Zhao Hua is different. From the moment he was born, he has been influenced by the thoughts of living beings every day, experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation, and reunion. He is already a small fish that cannot escape the great dye vat.
He couldn't bear to see Peach Blossom Valley destroyed overnight, nor could he bear to see the demon race suffer the calamity of extermination.
Zhao Hua didn't say anything, but Linglong could see the worry between his brows. Even if the other party didn't say it, he knew that it was just about protecting Peach Blossom Valley. It was an easy thing to do. As long as he started to take action, Zhao Hua didn't say that he had to protect them safely.
Linglong, this bird, was willing to give up the vast sky and stay on the peach tree, and was also willing to stay with Zhaohua.
His strength is comparable to that of Chang Yan, who is known as the Unknown Winter, and he has earned the reputation of being the second person to ascend to immortality on the continent, which is quite impressive.
She felt the pain of the broken peach tree and the sorrow of the living beings. Zhao Hua had a spirit in her heart that sustained her to live. She did not yet know what it was, but the little demon in the cave and Linglong had become the kite strings that held her back and kept her in the human world. At least for now, she would not disappear, and the final fate of Linglong and him would not come now.
Shi Wenzhe breathed a sigh of relief.
The large pot was still there, and even the spatula and bamboo tube were left in the cave. Shi Wenzhe stared at it blankly, thinking about Qin Wenxue every day. She even thought that if she could have met Linglong earlier, preferably during the war between immortals and demons, she would have been happy. She didn't know what she would have done if she had met her. She wasn't very capable and was always a hindrance. But that anxious and eager feeling filled her chest.
If only they had met sooner, at least she could have purified the demon's malevolent energy and made Zhaohua happy, and they wouldn't have had to bear all this suffering.
She met Linglong in the illusion, purified several little demons in the illusion, and did everything she wanted to do. Unfortunately, it was all an illusion. Linglong and the little demons from a thousand years ago did not know her. They still suffered and almost succumbed to their suffering.
Things took a sudden turn on a sunny afternoon.
Peach Blossom Valley has become an empty valley. The war at the foot of the mountain has been going on for three or five years. Danfeng instinctively joined forces with Hua Canglan to take down the evil demons and heretics. But suddenly a person appeared in the village named Luo Yunsheng. Linglong said that he was actually quite smart among a group of evil demons who only knew how to kill. He joined forces with several powerful evil cultivators and actually fought back and forth with Danfeng and the others, and even gained the upper hand.
Shi Wenzhe, that ghost, never bothered with anything all day, just wandered around Danfeng. After seeing him get a sword wound, he was almost furious.
I don't know what's wrong with Danfeng. He was fighting with someone and he was still distracted. He deserved to be stabbed.
But the handsome man's pained expression was still quite attractive. Danfeng had a silver-white mark on his forehead, like the sword light emanating from a sharp longsword. It was long and particularly abstinent. The other party was also wearing a white robe, standing tall and straight, looking like he was dressed in mourning clothes, like a white jade flute. Shi Wenzhe stared at him without any self-control, but our side lost its most important fighting force, which was truly fatal.
Shi Wenzhe drifted back to the cave with a heavy heart, pondering what to do with Linglong and Zhaohua. Should they run away? After all, there were only a few little demons left in the cave. They could find a place where no one knew them and live out the rest of their lives with the little demons. Raising them would be a way of repaying the kindness of Peach Blossom Valley.
However, there are still many imprisoned demons in the village, and Zhao Hua cannot simply abandon them. This is a dilemma.
Shi Wenzhe even thought that Linglong should uproot Zhaohua's original body and fly away, ignoring all the rights and wrongs. She went to the cave with a worried face, only to find a figure lying on the weeds, its life hanging in the balance.
She was a girl dressed in emerald green, with long, curly hair like seaweed, long eyelashes, a delicate nose, and eyes as gentle as a spring breeze. Even after just one glance, Shi Wenzhe could feel the quiet and gentle yet powerful aura emanating from her. What did she resemble? Her mother… Shi Wenzhe wanted to hold her and sleep with her. Of course, most importantly, she was beautiful.
She swallowed shamefully, marveling at how many handsome men and beautiful women there were in the world of fantasy, enough to make her swoon every day.
Hearing the commotion, Linglong cautiously left the cave. In order to protect the remaining demons, he had changed his lazy ways and cultivated day and night, growing into a dignified and gentlemanly adult, like a slender and upright bamboo. He was not talkative, and Shi Wenzhe sometimes felt a pang of heartache when he saw his thin and frail back. He felt that Linglong might have started to become gloomy from this time on.
The woman was a demon. Linglong thought for a moment and still took her back to her cave. Zhaohua was getting weaker and weaker, and recently she had become very quiet. Shi Wenzhe was a little confused. The person who fought with the evil cultivators down the mountain was Linglong, and the person who protected the few little demons was also Linglong. Linglong was full of energy every day and had no problems. Why was it that Zhaohua was bleeding and getting weaker?
She couldn't understand it. Could it be that Zhao Hua used some kind of magic to transfer Linglong's pain to him?
But that's impossible, because Linglong would definitely not agree.
Peach Blossom Valley was plagued by malevolent energy, and it was dark all day long. Shi Wenzhe had not seen the sun for a long time. The green plants in the entire Peach Blossom Valley had been completely destroyed by the evil cultivators, leaving only bare bark. Only one peach tree still stood on the mountaintop. It was only because Linglong used the Nine-Layer Purple Lotus to hide it that it was able to escape the fate of destruction.
The peach tree was gradually withering, its leaves and flowers drooping as if it were malnourished. Linglong would go back to check on it every day, sometimes sitting under the tree in a daze, sometimes going back to its nest to sleep. She often thought that it was probably just tired.
Linglong was mute. When Zhaohua was asleep, he would stay by his side without saying a word. Of course, not saying a word was the right thing to do; it would be terrifying if he talked to thin air. But when the kingfisher was young, it chirped incessantly, chatting about everything under the sun. Sometimes, I would reminisce and hope that this was just a nightmare.
The girl lay alone on the stone slab, and Linglong didn't even bother to put a piece of clothing on her.
Zhaohua was asleep beside her, her spirit light and airy, yet still so beautiful. Linglong lit the firewood and stood by, doing nothing but quietly watching.
Shi Wenzhe also squatted to the side, propping his chin up and watching the beautiful woman.
Something was moving beneath the woman's curly hair, like insects. Shi Wenzhe jumped up in horror, like a madman who had suffered a huge shock, his eyes wide and rolling back, before finally staring at the woman's waist with a sinister look.
Linglong's brows furrowed slightly. She lifted the other person's hair and discovered that what was hidden at her waist was a shimmering snake.
Shi Wen's fingers were trembling, and she was pacing back and forth in the air. I had no idea what she was so excited about.
She suddenly floated to the woman's side, staring intently at the familiar shimmering scale snake, unable to utter a single word, but her entire body language expressed her excitement and affection, her expression even showing kindness.
"It's Sui Yuan. It's been so long." She thought to herself, "But I don't recognize this girl."
Suiyuan was still a small snake, but the little snake was even cuter and more beautiful. It was weak and powerless, with its spine limp, like a wilted spicy snack. Shi Wenzhe felt a sudden surge of pity for it and wished he could tuck it into his arms and hide it away.
The kite was less about being hidden around a woman's waist and more about lingering and protecting her.
The woman woke up on the seventh day after arriving at Peach Blossom Valley. Shi Wenzhe had overheard, no, he had openly listened to Linglong's conversation.
It turns out her name is Qingzhu, and her true form is an Emperor Bamboo growing on Lanxia Immortal Mountain. Her entire body is dark green and extremely beautiful. Only when you smell the flickering flames can you realize that her curly hair is algae green, which should be the same color as her true form, making her complexion appear fair and her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting.
Qingzhu had a sorrow etched into her very bones, a sorrow that could never be dispelled. No matter when or from what angle Shi Wenzhe looked at her, she was always grieving.
Sui Yuan was in a coma for half a month. On the night he woke up, Qing Zhu and Zhao Hua Linglong launched a conspiracy that was known only to the three of them in the entire Zhao Yao Continent.
That conspiracy was enough to plunge the entire continent of Zhaoyao into turmoil and widespread suffering. Shi Wenzhe's worldview was shattered during their entire conversation, turning him into a ghost who only knew how to say "Huh?" "Ah..." "Ah!"
Qingzhu is skilled in both medicine and poison, and she grew up with the little snake Suiyuan. Shi Wenzhe thought about it and concluded that their relationship should be similar to that of Linglong and Zhaohua. It wasn't exactly symbiosis, but their affection was even deeper than that.
She took human form in the Valley of Boundless Contemplation, where she secretly learned many medical and poison techniques. She has a gentle yet firm, indomitable, and rather stubborn personality.
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