Chapter 1: Good Fortune and Long Life
Three years later, the two old immortals, Demon Lord and Martial Saint, finally showed up.
Qing Yi's internal forces, the Hundred Poisons Magic Art and the Taixuan Tiandun, which had driven him nearly crazy, finally stopped colliding and fighting within his body. Under the coordination of the two martial arts supremes, these two powerful internal forces circulated smoothly in his body. Not only did they not lead him to demonic possession, but they greatly increased his internal strength.
Perhaps one day in the future, when Qing Yi truly comprehends these two peerless internal forces, dominating the current martial arts world will be just around the corner.
However, Qing Yi is still far from this level now. However, with his understanding, everything will be possible in ten years.
Qing Yi lay on the icy jade bed, leaning over to Ye Qingyu who was also lying on the jade bed, lowering his voice and saying affectionately, "Xiao Ye, I thought I wouldn't be able to wait for you anymore."
Ye Qingyu turned her head, her eyes met Qing Yi's, and she asked softly, "Why do you say that?"
Qing Yi sighed deeply, feeling deeply moved. "Ah~ You said these two old men, over a hundred years old, have been wandering for so many years. Who would have thought that they could actually come back to save me? It seems that I, Qing Yi, am very lucky, right?"
"Since you have no hope, why did you insist on returning to the Demon Sect three years ago?" Ye Qingyu's voice was cold and it was impossible to tell what his mood was.
Upon hearing this, Qing Yi's expression darkened, and his tone was filled with helplessness: "Alas, what else could I have done then? If I continued to stay by your side, would I have let you watch me go crazy? Although you have learned the Thousand Shadow Sword Technique and can check and balance me, can you attack me? But what if I lose my mind and hurt you? How could I let that happen! Xiaoye, I have really missed you for the past three years, but I dared not think too much, for fear of triggering my internal energy to go crazy..."
"Qing Yi, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me..." Ye Qingyu sat up, his handsome and fair face facing Qing Yi in front of him.
"Xiao Ye, are you stupid? Why are you saying sorry to me? Who am I and who are you? Do we need these three words between us? Well, I don't want to hear these three words. I want to hear the other three words. Haha, just tell me!" Qing Yi also sat up. Although the ice jade bed was a rare treasure, it was so cold that it penetrated his bones. It was really not suitable for doing what he wanted at the moment.
Ye Qingyu naturally understood that Qing Yi was teasing him, so he ignored her and got up from the icy jade bed.
"Hey! Xiaoye, look at you, why are you hiding? Are you shy? What's there to be embarrassed about? If you don't want to say it, I will! I..." Before Qingyi could finish his words, Ye Qingyu suddenly turned around. He was caught off guard and had to hold back the rest of his words, "Oh, Xiaoye~ You scared me to death!"
"Let's go out." Ye Qingyu's longing for Qing Yi has eased a lot now, and he has regained his usual cold aura.
He thought to himself, if he stayed in this cave any longer, with Qing Yi's shamelessness, he might drag him into doing something shameful. In broad daylight, if someone caught them, it would be too humiliating.
"Ah? Xiao Ye~" Qing Yi was reluctant, but he didn't dare to make Ye Qingyu unhappy, so he could only follow behind obediently and walk towards the headquarters of the Demon Cult.
However, Qing Yi was happily calculating in his mind: "Hmph! Xiao Ye, just wait, tonight I will let you see how powerful I am!"
The Demon Lord's call of "Xiao Qi" instantly dissolved Mo Qitian's twenty years of accumulated resentment.
Recalling the past, Mo Qitian felt a surge of resentment that he couldn't vent. How could there be such an irresponsible master? For twenty years, his hatred for the Demon Lord had never dissipated.
I hate the Demon Lord for bringing chaos to the Demon Cult, then suddenly passing away, leaving behind a mess for me, a mere fifteen years old. I hate the Demon Lord's sudden departure, the chaos in the Demon Cult, and the mysterious disappearance of my sister, whose fate remains unknown. I even hate him for being dead, why would he come back to life?
Mo Qitian felt that his fate was bad. The master he once relied on didn't give him the protection he deserved. His sister, who was also his blood relative, couldn't stay with him for long. Even his beloved had drifted away from him over the years. He had once firmly believed that he was destined to spend the rest of his life in solitude.
However, the moment he saw the Demon Lord, when his disciple became lively and energetic again, and when Chu Shi comforted him with a gentle voice, his mood had changed.
His sister's departure was still a pain in his heart that he could not touch, a regret that he could never make up for in his lifetime. And the return of his master, though somewhat unexpected, was also a pleasant surprise.
If the master hadn't returned, how would his beloved disciple Qing Yi have been saved? As for his lover Chu Shi, although the two had missed out on twenty years of wonderful time, if he hadn't faked his own death and his sister's disappearance, he wouldn't have traveled so far to Da Chu, let alone met Chu Shi.
So, how could fate's arrangements be simply described as "fortunate" or "unfortunate"? Both luck and misfortune were part of Mo Qitian's life.
"This is it." Mo Qitian brought the Demon Lord to the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, there was a carefully maintained grave with a tombstone standing upright, but there was not a single word on it.
"Hehe... Is this my grave?" The Demon Lord found his own grave interesting.
"Hmm." Mo Qitian stared at the tombstone before him, thinking back to the past. Countless times, he had come here alone, pouring out his heart to this empty grave, cursing his master countless times, and expressing his longing for him countless times.
Mo Qitian hated the Demon Lord, but deep in his heart, he never stopped missing his master.
"Why is there no inscription on the tombstone?" The Demon Lord looked around and saw that the environment where the grave was placed was quiet and well maintained. Only the tombstone without words made him feel that something was missing.
"Carve something? You really dare to think that? Aren't you afraid that people will find out this is your grave and dig it up?" Mo Qitian sneered, speaking harshly. In reality, this was his selfish motive; even if it was just a cenotaph for his master, he didn't want anyone disturbing it.
The Demon Lord was speechless for a moment. Back then, through his practice of divine skills, he had unexpectedly gained the power to bring the dead back to life. However, such a miraculous thing was inherently mysterious, and even he himself was not sure whether he could truly be resurrected.
Back then, the Demon Lord left a note that read, "I have passed away, don't worry!", and then disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated from the earth.
At that time, Mo Qitian was only fifteen years old. He suddenly lost the protection of his master and had to shoulder the heavy burden of being the leader of the Demon Cult. It goes without saying how much blood and gore he experienced and how much pressure he endured that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
"I...that...Xiao Qi..." The Demon Lord opened his mouth and wanted to explain. He had lost his memory after waking up. He wandered overseas for about three years before slowly regaining his memory. When he remembered the Demon Cult and his apprentice, he returned to the Western Regions and found that Mo Qitian, at such a young age, had already managed the Demon Cult in an orderly manner and firmly sat on the position of the leader.
Seeing this, the Demon Lord let go completely and began to travel around, but he always felt guilty towards Mo Qitian, so he did not show up for so many years, but watched silently.
However, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but the Demon Lord swallowed them back. He knew that no matter how much he explained, it would be pale and powerless at this moment.
Mo Qitian's sister, Mo Ya, was a well-behaved and sensible girl. It was said that she had been murdered, and her body is still missing. How could Xiao Qi let go of her hatred for him after such a tragedy?
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