Chapter 135 Washing the River (Part 1) But a demon is a demon.
The lake water submerged people for only a moment.
The next instant, the person holding the Spirit-Summoning Wood was dragged into the world beneath the Demon-Sealing Seal.
"It's blood! It tastes like blood!"
"Someone fell down, ah, what a fresh body..."
"I want to eat, I want to eat..."
"Aaaaaah, it's so hot!"
"But she smelled so good, I couldn't resist..."
When Jiang Yuhuo opened her eyes, she saw countless dark shadows gathered in front of her, like dark clouds that blotted out the sky, making it almost impossible for her to see the golden line above.
She felt a dense, biting sensation all over her body. The pain wasn't obvious, but she could feel her spiritual energy rapidly draining away. It was the demon that was biting her flesh and causing her spiritual energy to drain away.
She was sucked into the Demon-Sealing Seal by the Spirit-Subduing Wood.
The monsters, enduring the scalding heat, greedily devoured the flesh, thinking they could finally have a feast, but the next moment a raging fire swept in, burning them to ashes.
The monsters let out painful screams, sometimes sounding like humans and sometimes like wild beasts.
There were too many monsters here. Jiang Yu burned one wave after another, and the monsters rushed towards her body like moths to a flame, just to have a bite of fresh flesh. The number of monsters was so great that they almost enveloped her like a cocoon.
They had been hungry for too long.
For hundreds of years, they were sealed underground. All the bodies were eaten, demons' and cultivators'. When there was nothing left to eat, everyone turned into a cloud of hungry mist. Regardless of whether they were demons or immortals, in the end, all that was left was the desire to devour.
Jiang Yu Huo killed one group after another, but these demons, suppressed by the Demon Seal for hundreds of years, were not easy to deal with. As soon as she killed one group, another group would take the opportunity to bite her flesh, one after another.
She stepped on the mud and broke something. Looking down, she found bones buried in the mud and old clothes that no one would wear nowadays, probably belonging to the predecessors of the immortal sects who had perished here.
Jiang Yuhuo picked up a sword from the mud and sand. The sword was rusty and its spiritual energy had long since dissipated, but it was still a sword.
She channeled the fire onto the sword, and the sharp sword energy mixed with the raging flames cleaved a path through the encirclement of demons. Only then did she see Bai Hui's figure.
Not far away, a large group of demons also covered the white figure. However, unlike the demons, Bai Hui did not intend to eliminate them at all. She did not even drive them away, allowing them to greedily devour her body.
It's unclear what these monsters did, but when Jiang Yuhuo was bitten, the pain in her body wasn't obvious. However, even though she didn't feel any pain, her flesh and blood were indeed being devoured by these things. If left unchecked, given the number of these monsters, Bai Hui would soon be eaten down to just a skeleton.
Without saying a word, Jiang Yuhuo swung her sword, scattering the blood-drinking demon that was clinging to her back.
As Jiang Yuhuo got closer, he could see clearly what she was doing.
"It's not you, it's not you, it's not, it's not, it's not..."
At this moment, Bai Huijian was no longer drawn, nor did he want the spirit-summoning wood; he only murmured to himself in front of the demons.
She was actually looking for people one by one.
This is insane!
"Bai Hui, wake up! The person you're looking for isn't here!" Jiang Yuhuo was busy eliminating the monsters that were relentlessly pursuing her, while also having to deal with the things around Bai Hui. As a result, she had more and more bloody holes in her body, but Bai Hui had even more wounds. Her spotless white clothes were stained red, and even her white hair was covered in blood.
Bai Hui searched frantically among the monsters, finally finding a familiar face. It wasn't Mu Yi'an, but his fellow disciple.
She held the ball of demonic energy in her hands with delight, "Zhu Min, where is Yi An? Tell me!"
The demon, which had conjured a human face, was oblivious to her words and, driven by its instincts, bit her wrist repeatedly. The wounds were so numerous that the white bone was visible.
"You can't find him either?" Bai Hui was only disappointed for a moment, then she perked up. "If you see him, please point him out to me, okay?"
The only response she received was the sound of gnawing.
Jiang Yuhuo was shocked, not only by Bai Hui's actions, but also by the human face among the demons.
She had initially thought Bai Hui was being deceived into believing Mu Yi'an was sealed underground, but it turned out that there really were people she used to know here. Now it seemed that what Bai Hui had said was true; the souls of the cultivators who had perished back then had not returned to the Netherworld, but instead were sealed underground like demons.
She looked up at the crisscrossing golden lines above her head and suddenly understood where the power of the Demon-Sealing Seal came from.
Nothing comes from nothing; only when cultivators use their bodies as seals, their spirits as imprints, and their souls and bones as sacrifices, can such an unbreakable demon-sealing seal be formed.
Such a powerful seal would have remained in place indefinitely if Bai Hui hadn't borrowed the power of the Spirit-Subduing Wood.
Therefore, some of the demons beneath these seals are the cultivators who died fighting to subdue them.
It is heartbreaking to see cultivators corrupted by demonic energy to the point of being unrecognizable.
Looking at those hideous faces, Jiang Yuhuo suddenly understood Bai Hui.
However, understanding does not mean agreeing. She still wanted to stop her and find out who had given her the guidance.
Jiang Yuhuo was only delayed for a moment before countless demons swarmed in and surrounded her.
Whether they have faces or not, they are all demons and should be killed. If they are not killed, she will be the one who dies.
Through the gap she had fought her way out, she saw Bai Hui heading in another direction. Strangely, the demons seemed to be afraid of something and dared not chase her anymore, so Jiang Yuhuo was surrounded by even more demons.
Without hesitation, she slashed at the dark clouds, along with the human faces within them. Although these demons had lost their intelligence due to the seal, they were still powerful enough to have killed hundreds of cultivators here. Jiang Yuhuo used almost all the skills she had acquired in her life; only with her burning sword could she shatter the demonic energy.
But there were just too many monsters; she couldn't kill them all with a sword, she thought.
So many opponents… the fire in her bloodline was raging again, making her blood boil like water. Even though her body was burning with pain, she felt a strange excitement. It was as if a monster lurked within her bloodline, occasionally emerging to reveal its most primal, bloodthirsty desire.
They wanted to kill them all and burn all these demons and monsters to the ground.
But the words of the hermit of Wuyai Mountain still echoed in my ears: When this body can no longer bear your bloodline, the fire within will burn you to ashes.
She ultimately suppressed her primal killing intent and used only her sword to break through the demons' encirclement. Countless swings of her sword followed, until the black cocoon dissipated, and she could finally see Bai Hui.
But when she got closer, she saw what Bai Hui looked like—his body was covered in bloody holes, both visible and invisible, turning him into a bloody mess, with half of his body almost just a skeleton.
The one who did all this was a demon she was holding tightly in her arms.
“Yi’an, you’re really here! I’ve found you, I’ve found you… I’m Bai Hui, I’m your wife…”
She whispered to the demon, tears welling in her eyes.
This demon had transformed into human form, no longer an invisible cloud of mist. It now possessed a head and limbs, and although its body remained black, it had become almost tangible. But no matter what Bai Hui said, it relentlessly devoured her flesh.
In Jiang Yuhuo's view, this was already a pure demon, and had nothing to do with the immortal lord Mu Yi'an.
But Bai Hui clearly doesn't think so.
She was still holding that demon, constantly spouting what Jiang Yuhuo considered to be crazy talk.
Jiang Yuhuo realized that this demon was unusual. Bai Hui was considered its food. With it around, the other demons, though eyeing it covetously, seemed to be afraid of it and dared not approach.
Even so, if this continues, Bai Hui will be devoured by this demon!
Jiang Yuhuo didn't care what Bai Hui thought. She slashed the demon's face with her sword, forcing it to release Bai Hui's shoulder.
Taking advantage of the moment when it loosened its grip, Jiang Yuhuo pulled Bai Hui's mangled body away from it.
But it was indeed unusual; a sword emerged from the shadows and, mimicking Jiang Yuhuo's earlier actions, swung it at her face.
It's much smarter than other monsters, and it can even mimic humans.
But a demon is a demon.
Jiang Yuhuo deflected the sword strike, severing its sword-wielding hand in the process. Seemingly afraid of the fire on Jiang Yuhuo's sword, it shrank back sheepishly, while simultaneously scooping up several wisps of demonic energy and swallowing them. The severed hand then quickly grew back.
No wonder those low-level monsters dared not approach; they were also its food. At this moment, it seemed to feel threatened and kept stuffing monsters into its belly, making its body grow larger and larger.
If it continues to devour others like this, who knows what kind of monster it will become? Jiang Yuhuo couldn't stand by and watch it grow stronger, so he drew his sword and prepared to charge.
But another sword was held against her neck.
"Put the sword down."
Bai Hui, already emaciated, gripped the Dingchun Sword, his voice weak but his eyes resolute.
"Can't you see? That thing isn't your husband at all!" Jiang Yuhuo was furious. "It's a demon! Do you have to be devoured by it before you're happy?"
Bai Hui ignored her and pierced Jiang Yuhuo's neck with his frost-cold sword, drawing blood. "Put it down!"
Jiang Yuhuo let go, and the rusty sword she had picked up from the mud returned to the mud, while the spirit-summoning wood in her hand was also taken away by Bai Hui.
Despite her broken body, Bai Hui ran headlong towards the towering monster. Now, it was too big for her to hold in her arms, and she had to hover slightly in the air to look it in the eye.
As a result, it bit into even more flesh and blood.
Bai Hui endured the pain, her bloodshot eyes had long since returned to clarity, but no matter how badly she was bitten, her hands remained wrapped around the demon's body.
She channeled all her spiritual power into the spirit-summoning wood.
"Yi'an, we promised to be together forever. Don't be afraid, I'll take you away."
A tear fell on the demon's face, and the enormous black shadow paused for a moment.
Jiang Yuhuo was also stunned and stood there in place.
In the instant they passed each other, she faintly smelled that strange fragrance again, now mixed with the stench of blood, and Jiang Yuhuo's memories were finally stirred up.
This strange fragrance...
In the guesthouses of Liyue Village, in the temple after Jiang Liuyun disappeared, in the cave where illusions were set up, and even in the grotto under the forbidden array.
But it was also in the wine that Bai Hui opened on the first day they met.
At this moment, the strange fragrance mixed with blood, even more intense and sticky, emanated from the female cultivator who had just pounced on the demon.
This fragrance—she had smelled it so many times before, hidden deep in her memory, and now it was finally being brought together.
She remembered smelling it for the first time in Jia Qianyang's room.
The eerie light of the spirit-summoning wood shone forth. Bai Hui held up the spirit-summoning wood, supporting the dark figure. The demon had stopped biting people, but was staring blankly at the female cultivator's battered figure, as if it had truly remembered something.
A celestial being and a demon slowly ascended to the golden-threaded ceiling. When the spirit-summoning wood touched the seal, it was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples. If more spiritual power was added, the seal would create a vortex, carrying away the person holding the wood.
The monsters below also noticed the signs and became restless, flying and gathering around the glowing piece of wood, thinking that it could also take them away.
Bai Hui saw the increasingly clear human face on the demon's body. That face had looked at her with a smile countless times before; the handsome and refined immortal lord was her sworn husband. If it weren't for her old illness flaring up and requiring her to go into seclusion, they should have been together through life and death.
But then his face suddenly contorted in agony, and he howled in pain, like a wild beast, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to a celestial being. Bai Hui saw that he was engulfed in flames, the crimson-gold flames scorching his body. Not only him, but also all the demons gathered around them were now surrounded by flames. Yet he himself remained unharmed.
Bai Hui lowered his head.
Beneath the flames and atop the mud and sand, the female cultivator who had stubbornly tried to stop her was now glaring angrily at them. The flames reflected in her eyes, turning them golden and piercingly intense.
"Where is he?" Anger was reflected in her eyes, but her tone was calm. "Tell me, where is the person who gave you the spirit wood?"
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