Although Ji Xuan's magic weapon helped her block some of the damage, she still felt extremely uncomfortable, as if all the bones in her body were about to shatter.
Song Qi didn't make a sound the whole time. If it weren't for his movements, Ji Xuan would have thought he was dead.
Normal people would yell a few times to vent when they are struck by lightning, but Song Qi just silently endured it.
Song Qi's cultivation level soared to the Nascent Soul stage, but the tribulation lightning was not over yet; instead, it became even more intense.
Ji Xuan has lost all his magical treasures, and Song Qi has to bear the rest on his own.
He felt a little tired.
Song Qi couldn't describe how she felt. She couldn't see her surroundings clearly; her vision blurred in waves, then went black. Her ears were filled with a cacophony of sounds—people talking, other voices, various languages, and people of all ages.
She seemed to have vaguely touched upon something.
In other people's eyes, Song Qi was already a dark, murky figure, like a lump of charcoal.
Feng Tuo looked at Song Qi, frowning, when a strange thought suddenly popped into his head: Could someone be struck by lightning and become mentally impaired during their tribulation?
He took out his magic weapon from his bag and threw it out to help Song Qi block the attack. In the end, he only threw out his own sword, which he originally intended to throw as well, but Song Qi threw it back at him.
The lightning tribulation lasted for almost half an hour before it ended.
Song Qi didn't even know how many lightning bolts she had taken. She slumped to the ground, feeling the demonic and spiritual energy in her body. She looked at her dark, black hand, which shook, and the black, brittle skin fell off, revealing the fair and tender skin underneath.
Her current cultivation level is the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, at the peak of the Great Perfection.
For a twelve-year-old, this level of cultivation is already considered incredibly extraordinary.
If she wasn't mistaken, the ancestor had directly poured his remaining cultivation into her body.
If she had come a few years earlier, she might have jumped straight to the Void Refinement stage.
Song Qi stood up unsteadily and rubbed his wrist.
After she fell from the seal of the demon race, she found that her five senses had become more acute.
The air was filled with the unique scent of the demon race, as well as a faint sweet fragrance.
The taste was all too familiar to her.
When I was at the Green Mountain Sect, I could smell it every day.
Song Qi glanced at the people standing there.
The high priest behind him had begun the final stage.
She has already locked onto someone.
Looking at the man's lewd appearance, Song Qi couldn't understand why this smell would appear on him.
She frowned and raised her hand.
That person flew straight out of the crowd.
This startled everyone. Although they could hold it in, some people couldn't help but scream. After screaming, they all looked utterly dejected.
The high priest wanted Song Qi to be quiet, but the demons had a bloodline suppression system. Pure-blooded demons possessed their own bloodline power, and a single glance from the other party made him tremble. In the end, he shut his mouth.
He tried his best, so the ancestor couldn't blame him.
"Why do you smell like her?" Song Qi didn't want to touch him, so she grabbed his neck from a distance.
The other person's face turned bright red, the unsightly scales on their face curled and fell off, and they struggled helplessly.
"What...are you saying..." The other person looked terrified.
"Do you know Luo Shuyun?" Song Qi's eyes were devoid of emotion as she stared intently at him. "A girl, very beautiful, looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, with the Golden Core cultivation level."
He paused for a moment, thinking of the two people in the yard.
Senior Sister Luo.
Luo Shuyun?
Golden Core...
But looking into Song Qi's eyes, he dared not admit it.
He subconsciously began to deny it.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about. I've never even heard of this person you're talking about."
Song Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, tightened his grip, and laughed, his eyes blazing with bloodlust, his demonic aura instantly intensifying: "What did you do to her?"
"I'll have someone search his place. Calm down." Ji Xuan looked at Song Qi's expression and felt something was off. He knew Luo Shuyun was the one he had met on the mountain last time, but he didn't understand why she was in such a hurry.
Song Qi felt his blood boiling, and the three words "Kill him" kept popping into his mind.
She took a deep breath, intending to let go of the person, but instead she tightened her grip.
The person in my arms was already lifeless.
Song Qi took a step back.
No one would think she did it accidentally.
She wouldn't say that she was losing control, which clearly indicated that the demonic energy had already affected her.
Looking at the man's limp body, I felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
"Go search his residence." Song Qi wiped her hands and used magic to clean herself up. She originally wanted to suppress the demonic energy, but she didn't know how.
Ji Xuan nodded and immediately called for help. The high priest silently ended the ceremony alone, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his ancestor was not angry.
Song Qi walked down the steps, and Feng Tuo walked over, looking her up and down. The two exchanged a glance.
She rubbed her neck. Some small scales had appeared on her wrists, but thankfully they disappeared quickly. If she were to actually grow scales all over her body, she might just have to get a blood transfusion.
As Song Qi walked down the street, people around her automatically made way for her.
When she arrived, the demons around her looked at her with disgust, greed, and lewdness; now, their gazes have turned to fear and awe.
Her killing of a demon didn't cause much of a stir; it was a common occurrence among demons. As long as you had formidable strength, you could act with impunity. Even the demon king ascended the throne in this way.
There was still that sweet scent in the air, very faint, and it would soon dissipate.
She closed her eyes and her pace quickened.
Feng Tuo chased after a few steps but couldn't keep up.
Luo Shuyun and Fang Yue were tied to a pillar, and their acupoints were sealed, making it very difficult to untie the ropes.
A thirteen-year-old child, and a weak woman who has little strength without spiritual power.
Do you think Yaoyao will find us?
"How do we find her?" Luo Shuyun sighed. "I should have told her."
The two fell silent.
“The festival is right next door. As long as we can get out, we’ll have a chance.” Fang Yue looked at the door.
Luo Shuyun's wrist hurts whenever she moves, which makes her a little irritable.
She contacted the system, which told her not to worry.
Don't rush.
Song Qi followed the scent for a while and found that the sweet smell was getting stronger and stronger. She opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of a door.
She kicked the door open.
The courtyard was empty.
I walked up to a door, pushed it open, but didn't see anyone.
But it is indeed here, Song Qi can confirm.
That unbearable irritation returned to her mind, and she now felt like killing someone.
Song Qi searched the entire room thoroughly.
Still no.
Clearly, this dilapidated place has a hidden room.
Luo Shuyun was startled by the sudden, violent tremor above her head. She looked up, then, as if remembering something, couldn't help but call out, "Fang Yaoyao."
Song Qi paused, then heard it—it was Luo Shuyun's voice.
"Host, calm down and look under the bed." System NZ called out as Song Qi was about to break through violently again. "Host, if you close the dimensional barrier, the demonic energy won't affect you."
"Oh." Song Qi tore open the wall panel with his bare hands, looked at the stairs leading to the underground, and jumped down neatly.
Although I was trying to be more composed, I didn't slow down at all and was even a bit impatient.
"Yaoyao!" Luo Shuyun called out immediately when she saw Song Qi. After calling out, she noticed the change in the other person and opened her mouth.
She knew the plot and that Song Qi would become a demon, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"Yaoyao? How did you become a demon?" Fang Yue looked at Song Qi as if he had seen something terrifying.
He came along to help, to clear Song Qi's name and get her out of that hellhole, but looking at Song Qi's current state, there's no way to clear her name now.
Song Qi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Scared?"
She untied the ropes from their wrists and removed the seals from their bodies. Looking at the wound on Luo Shuyun's wrist, her demonic energy instantly intensified again.
"I'm fine." Luo Shuyun noticed the change in Song Qi's mood and immediately patted her hand. "I'm really fine."
Song Qi took out medicine from his storage bag and applied it to Luo Shuyun's wrist: "Why did you come over? Didn't I tell you to stay over there?"
"I don't want to." Luo Shuyun looked at Song Qi's fingers.
Fang Yue looked at Song Qi, unsure of what to say: "What exactly happened?"
“There’s something wrong with my background. I’m not from the Fang family, but from the Mo family of the Demon Clan. I’m a direct descendant of the Demon Ancestor, and I was sealed away and sent to the Nine Provinces.” Song Qi resolved all the issues with a single sentence.
Fang Yue's eyes widened: "Then... what are you going to do? Help the demons? You..."
The Mo family of the Demon Clan, the Demon Ancestor—any one of them, if placed anywhere in the Nine Provinces, would send chills down one's spine.
After the fall of the Mo family and the Demon Ancestor, the Demon race became somewhat inferior to the humans of the Nine Provinces.
"I don't know either." Song Qi pursed her lips. "I only found out recently."
Song Qi stared at Luo Shuyun's wrist, gently touching her intact skin, and then looked up at her eyes.
"Fang Yue, are you going back?" Song Qi helped Luo Shuyun to her feet, his hand casually resting on her waist.
Luo Shuyun glanced down at the hand on her waist but said nothing.
Fang Yue didn't know what to say; his mind was a mess, and he just stared at Song Qi.
"Don't even think about it, there's no way I'm going to let you go back anyway." Song Qi led the two people outside.
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