Chapter 59: Holy Grass Demon Lord, someone from Tianyan Sect is coming!
"Junior brother, this is inappropriate." Qi Yuanbai objected without even thinking.
"She is my disciple." Xie Hanyi said.
"She is your disciple, and also a disciple of Tianyan. As the Sect Master, I will not stand by and watch her perish. There are so many disciples in Beiwu Town now, and there are also many disciples and elders in the sect who can go there. Why would you need to intervene? This involves both the Immortal and Demon Realms, so you must not act rashly."
Qi Yuanbai has always been particularly tolerant and kind to Xie Hanyi. Today is the first time in all these years that he has shown the authority of the head of the sect in front of him.
Xie Hanyi did not back down because of this. In his eyes, whether it was the head of the sect or his senior brother, no matter how many years of friendship they had, they could not interfere with what he had decided.
"I cannot stand by and watch my disciple fall into danger. Brother, you experienced the pain of losing a beloved disciple not long ago, so you will understand how I feel."
Qi Yuanbai pursed his lips tightly, perhaps remembering the scene when Mu Fuyue fell in the Xisha polar region. He did not say anything for a moment, but just watched his back as he turned and walked towards the gate.
"Junior brother," Qi Yuanbai suddenly asked just as Xie Hanyi was about to step out of the door, "Can you hold on?"
Xie Hanyi paused, stood at the threshold, and looked into the distance.
The summer night was still young, and dawn was approaching. The deep blue sky was shrouded in a layer of ash and deep purple. The scorching heat was gathering along that layer of purple, ready to burst forth.
He was dressed in cold clothes, as if he was a piece of ice placed on the top of a mountain, about to be baked by the scorching sun.
"I'm just going out for a while," he said calmly, "I'm not that fragile."
After saying that, he walked into the night without looking back.
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Thousands of miles away in the Demon Palace, Mu Fuyun slept soundly in the house.
Although monks do not need to eat, drink or sleep as long as they have entered the Tao, sometimes they are extremely tired and need to sleep to recover.
When she woke up again, she felt much better and her spiritual power had mostly recovered.
The sky outside was bright, unlike the yellow sand in Beiwu Town. This place seemed like a desert oasis, with blue sky, clear water and shady green trees. Although the sun was strong, the wind was light and the clouds were thin, with a slight chill and a refreshing feeling.
Mu Fuyun was in a relaxed mood at the moment. After taking a fasting pill, he went out of the house alone and took a walk outside.
The huge magic palace is like a shining pearl, gorgeous everywhere, with crystals, agates and other gems everywhere.
But it is not very popular.
As the Lord of the Demon Realm, Cang Yan's residence naturally required care and attention. Unlike Tian Yan, who adopted orphans abandoned by their parents and families in the human world, or orphans who were unfortunately stranded outside as little Taoist children, the Demon Palace was mostly populated by puppets.
These puppets are mostly carved into human shapes from jade, wood, etc., with heart stones installed, injected with spiritual power, and then dressed in robes and with beards and hair glued on.
At first glance, they did look quite human. But as you got closer, you discovered their carved faces were cold and emotionless, silent and expressionless, making the entire Demon Palace seem empty and desolate.
Mu Fuyun walked slowly along the dense shade outside the eaves, and inexplicably recalled the days when he practiced alone on Yuya Mountain.
It's hard for Cang Yan. He used to be ostracized and bullied by the righteous monks. Later, he became the Demon Lord and was in charge of the entire Demon Realm, but he still lived such a lonely life.
No wonder he cares so much about Mu Fuyue. It's really because his life is too hard.
Before she knew it, she had walked a full circle along the shade of the trees and was back near the main hall.
Amidst a field of blooming purple flowers, a handsome man in red was walking towards her. When he saw her, he stopped, raised his eyebrows in surprise and called her.
"Mu Fuyun," he looked over at her with a half-smile, sizing her up and down, "I seem to have underestimated you before."
Mu Fuyun was stunned for a moment, and when he met his eyes that were full of feminine and charming aura, he immediately recognized that this was the leader of the Hehuan Sect, Jieyou, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The only way he could appear here was because Cang Yan summoned him.
Sure enough, before she could reply, the door to the main hall opened from the inside.
Cang Yan stood behind the high threshold, looking down from a height, as if he didn't notice Mu Fuyun's existence at all, and his eyes fell directly on Jie You.
"I am Jieyou, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, and I am honored to meet the Demon Lord." Although the Hehuan Sect was openly and covertly dependent on the Demon Realm, Jieyou did not show too much servility or deliberate flattery.
"Tell me, did you use those despicable methods of your Hehuan Sect on her?"
Cang Yan raised his hand casually and asked in a slightly suppressed tone, his eyes finally sweeping over Mu Fuyun's body, as if he was looking at something defiled.
"Although the Hehuan Sect has many tricks, not everyone can use them." Jieyou smiled, not frightened by his question. "She only stayed in our Hehuan Sect for four years. During those four years, she never advanced, so naturally, she never used those special methods."
To use high-level cultivation techniques, one must also be at a comparable level and able to withstand them. For four years, Mu Fuyun had been stuck in the early stages of Qi Refining, so naturally he couldn't withstand other cultivation techniques.
Cang Yan's expression finally relaxed a little.
"However," Jieyou smiled slightly and changed the subject, "Since you've entered the Hehuan Sect, some marks will naturally remain on you. I'm sure you've experienced this deeply over the past year or so."
Mu Fuyun naturally knew what he was talking about. Since he was here, he had to ask for a solution.
"Indeed, for the past year or so, I've been suffering from this recurring problem of blood and energy surging upwards, becoming unable to control myself. I've always had to rely on the icy springs of the cold pond to suppress it. Could you, Master, please advise me on how to resolve this issue?"
She didn't know Jieyou well, but she had only heard a few rumors occasionally, knowing that he was a shrewd person with various means of controlling his subordinates. If it were normal, even if she was already a Tianyan inner sect disciple, he probably wouldn't reveal it so easily.
However, now in front of Cang Yan, he should not hide it.
"This is the secret method of our Hehuan Sect. Only by practicing the Hehuan Heart Method can you restrain the rising aura within your body. Now that you've switched to practicing the Tianyan Sword Technique, it's naturally no longer suppressive." Jieyou glanced at Cang Yan above and explained with a smile, "It's not difficult to resolve, but it will take quite a while. Furthermore, the Demon Lord will need to contribute generously."
Cang Yan didn't expect that this would happen to him, and he narrowed his eyes: "You say."
"Just use ordinary Qingxin Pills and add another herbal ingredient—" Jieyou replied, "which is the Demon Realm Holy Grass."
The Holy Herb of the Demon Realm, as the name suggests, is a magical herb that is only found in the Demon Realm.
Hundreds of years ago, this magical herb grew abundantly throughout the Demon Realm, and was readily available, not at all precious. However, after several great wars between immortals and demons, and two major shifts in the spiritual veins, the climate and land within the Demon Realm underwent significant changes.
The spiritual herbs that were once as common as ordinary green grass suddenly decreased. Now, there are only seven or eight plants planted in a fragrant grass garden five miles north of the Demon Palace, which are cultivated with the painstaking efforts of several demon cultivators. They can only grow up every one or two years and are extremely rare "holy herbs".
"It just takes time. Take it once every two weeks. It will take at least a year, at most five years, and you will slowly recover."
This made Mu Fuyun admire Jieyou's scheming.
Qingxin Pills are easy to obtain, but Demon Realm Holy Grass is priceless, not to mention the sheer quantity required. For cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, there's no turning back in this lifetime.
"Demon Lord, my sister..." Mu Fuyun immediately turned around and hinted to Cang Yan.
Cang Yan's face froze. Although the two of them hadn't said it explicitly just now, he quickly understood what was happening because of his "blood rushing up" and "being unable to control his body" and the need to use the cold pond ice spring.
"Has anything that shouldn't have happened between you and Tian Yan?" He didn't agree immediately, but asked with a gloomy look.
Mu Fuyun curled his lips and said sarcastically, "They are 'righteous' cultivators. Their feelings for me are no less than those of the Demon Lord."
While Cang Yan's expression relaxed, he also felt that there was a sting in her words, which made him feel unhappy.
Even Jieyou looked at her with surprise. After being away for more than a year, she seemed very different from the four years she had spent in Hehuan Sect, when she was unknown, humble and introverted.
However, when Jieyou thought about the situation when she first arrived at the Hehuan Sect, she felt it was a pity, and a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.
Mu Fuyun met his gaze and noticed the abnormality almost instantly.
"Bring me a holy herb." Cang Yan summoned a puppet and asked it to go to the fragrant grass garden in the north.
"Thank you, Demon Lord, for your generosity." Mu Fuyun was overjoyed to have gotten what he wanted. He smiled and thanked Cang Yan, "I will protect myself well and will never let my guard down."
Once you put aside your fear of the future, this becomes a very useful reason.
Cang Yan, unlike Chu Ye and Song Xinghe, didn't care about right or wrong. Hearing this, he felt neither guilty nor remorseful. He narrowed his eyes and warned, "You'd better do this. Otherwise, once you're no longer useful, you'll end up being my puppet."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Jieyou who was still standing aside and had not gone back. He waved his hand and the main hall door slowly closed from both sides to the middle.
Seeing that everything had temporarily calmed down, a monk guarding outside the Demon Palace flew in the air with a sword and approached quickly.
"Demon Lord, someone from the Tianyan Sect is coming!"
The door, which was almost closed, paused and did not reopen. Only sounds came from inside.
"How many people?"
"Only one person, the female elder from Beiwu Town. She came in with a threatening attitude, but she didn't attack. She just said she wanted to see the Demon Lord and asked him to send Master Mu back before she would leave." The demon cultivator, realizing he had just teamed up with Jiang Hanqiu in Beiwu Town, was unsure how to respond. He hurried over to ask for instructions, "Should we let her in?"
There was silence in the room, and Mu Fuyun felt that he seemed to have seen Cang Yan frowning.
"She really is—"
The door slowly opened, and Cang Yan stepped out with a sullen face, choosing his words carefully, as if he didn't know how to describe it.
"—ridiculously bold."
Daring to enter his demonic domain alone is really overestimating one's own abilities. When I saw her before, I thought she had some ability and was a little different from those other useless people in Tianyan. Now I know that I overestimated her.
He said, and flew directly in the direction his men pointed.
Seeing this, Mu Fuyun was about to fly on her sword and follow, hoping to meet Jiang Hanqiu so that she could feel at ease for the time being.
But before he stepped onto the Hengyu Sword, Jieyou's voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Are you really going to unlock that secret technique?"
"What do you mean, Master?" Mu Fuyun paused, thinking of his strange look just now, and asked vigilantly.
Jieyou looked at her for a moment, as if trying to confirm something, but ultimately shook his head: "It's nothing, I just want to remind you that doing this may not be good for you."
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