Chapter 102 Chapter 102 is the truth you want
A...new soul.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng stood up suddenly, his whole body exuding uncontrollable power. In just a moment, the spiritual energy surged and spread throughout the entire Chao City.
The fans outside the room immediately asked nervously: "Sangsang?"
Sang Ling opened the door and showed his face, comforting her: "I'm fine, don't worry."
She smiled warmly, and when she closed the door and turned around to face Immortal Master Heng, he could still see the remaining warmth on her face, which seemed both strange and familiar.
Hua Ying's voice was trembling, "Possessing another's body?" It was unclear whether there was hope or anger in his voice.
In fact, the three people present understood better than anyone else that this could not be a possession of another's body. No one would try to possess a dying body, and no one would dare to return to the First Sect in the Immortal Realm after successfully possessing another's body.
Sang Ling looked at the three people who had gone a little crazy with amusement, and mercilessly removed their last bit of resistance.
"Don't worry, the story is not over yet."
The veins on Immortal Xiang Heng's forehead were throbbing, as if he was foreshadowing some possibility.
Sang Ling said in a gentle voice, "Perhaps God took pity on her. Her dying body actually welcomed a new soul. This soul drove her body to stand up and slowly walked out of the Ghost Abyss. She didn't know how long she walked and whether this new soul would die with her broken body in the next second. They actually returned to the sect, and she fainted without worry. When she opened her eyes again, she finally saw her brother whom she had been worried about for a long time."
Hua Ying's eyes were wide open and his face was pale. At first glance, he looked weak and helpless, very pitiful. He naturally remembered everything he had done after Sang Ling woke up.
Ping Jia gasped twice, "You mean my senior sister is not dead yet!"
Sang Ling smiled faintly, "Ping Jia, you are still so anxious."
Ping Jia was stunned. This was a very familiar sentence, a sentence his senior sister often said to him. The hope in his heart expanded to the maximum.
Sang Ling glanced at him and continued slowly, "Of course, she saw her master, her senior brother, her junior brother, and her extra junior sister. Everything was very different from what she thought. It was obviously her body that had its soul replaced, but it was more like the bodies of those three people had their souls replaced."
The calm narration had a tone, as if singing a lullaby, but the three people present were terrified by the sound.
Sang Ling looked at the three of them, the smile in her eyes faded, and she just looked at the three of them slowly.
Immortal Xiang Heng had a head full of flying white hair, and he really looked crazy. "Is she still alive?" The question he asked was the same as Ping Jia's, but also different.
Sang Ling laughed out loud. She looked at them one by one until she had looked at all three of them.
"Have you forgotten? The Taichu Life and Death Bracelet that was taken away from her in the ceremony hall that day, and her...life was taken away from her."
As a cultivator, he is much stronger than ordinary people, even his memory is affected. Even if he doesn't want to recall it, the memories of that day in the hall still come flooding back uncontrollably, and even all the details are filled in.
Sang Ling spat out blood, his face was full of panic, Sang Ling suddenly lowered his head and begged, today, the truth finally came out.
'Save Sang Ling...save her! '
The monk had a very good memory. Sang Ling's prayers were still ringing in his ears, whispering and sobbing.
"puff!"
Immortal Master Xiang Heng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura plummeted, and his cultivation level dropped to a lower level.
Hua Ying was lifeless, having long lost the bearing of the eldest senior brother of Cangwu Immortal Palace. He collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, with a loud humming sound in his throat.
Ping Jia was staring at Sang Ling with his eyes wide open, trying to find any trace of lies on her face, or perhaps trying to find any trace of his senior sister's existence. His pupils were vertical and red, with a sad animal look in them, and he no longer looked like a human being.
Sang Ling stood up and lit another stick of incense in front of the tablet.
Of course, she was taking a risk in telling the truth to these three people today. However, all their regrets and guilt should be given to the people who deserve them. Besides, their previous regrets were not enough.
As long as Sang Ling is still alive, people like them will only feel limited apologies. Her Ten Directions Curse has been resolved, and they are no longer in danger of death. The overwhelming guilt of these three people will dissipate within a few days.
Want to live a good life? How can that be?
Sang Ling didn't want to pay any more attention to the three people, so she opened the door and went out first. When the door opened, the first thing she saw was the fans who looked anxious and concerned. Sang Ling smiled gently, and the depression she felt in the face of the three people disappeared. She walked towards the fans and followed them towards the stage.
There was no performance today, but after she topped the wish list, the news that she almost died somehow spread, and fans came spontaneously to make sure she was safe.
She sat on the edge of the stage and chatted with her fans, and only at this moment did she really feel at ease.
After an unknown amount of time, the fans suddenly raised their heads and screamed. Sang Ling looked up and saw a figure passing by in the sky. It was the Immortal Master Xiang Heng. Behind him were Hua Ying and Ping Jia, and he was holding something in his hands.
Sang Ling immediately recognized that it was the tablet of her original body. She frowned. What annoyed her was not that Immortal Xiang Heng took the tablet away, but his action of flying high in the sky above Chao City. This was undoubtedly a self-exposure of his identity, and there was no way to cover up the news that his cultivation level had plummeted by a large realm.
Sure enough, when Immortal Xiang Heng's figure flew to the inner city, cultivators from the Demon Realm immediately attacked him, trying to keep him in Chao City.
However, as the leading lord of the immortal world, Immortal Xiang Heng is indeed very powerful. Even if he fell a major realm, he was able to escape from the demon world unscathed.
Sang Ling was not worried about his safety.
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In less than half a day, the news that Immortal Xiang Heng appeared in Chao City and his cultivation level dropped spread throughout the Demon Realm. What followed was a discussion of attacking the Immortal Realm again. Things developed faster than Sang Ling had expected.
Although the three realms are now maintaining peace, it is not solid. Ever since the last time the demon realm failed to attack the fairy realm, many demon cultivators have been brooding over it. Now that Xiang Heng, the leading figure in the fairy realm, has unstable cultivation, there will definitely be no peace.
Sang Ling wanted to explain things to herself, but she didn't expect that the supreme leader Xiang Heng would be so reckless and not care about the situation in the fairy world at all.
She couldn't calm down, and after calming her fans down, she immediately rushed to the Demon Palace. When she arrived outside the Demon Palace, her heart sank immediately. All the magic soldiers inside and outside the Demon Palace were wearing magic armor and were full of fighting spirit, like a fully drawn bow that could be fired at any moment.
Seeing Sang Ling, the demon soldiers did not try to stop her and were even very respectful to her. After all, the one most likely to become the Demon Queen was only Sang Ling.
Sang Ling had no time to explain this. She walked quickly towards the main hall. The main hall was empty and she did not see Fu Yin. The demon soldier guarding the door immediately said, "The Demon Lord is in his bedroom now."
Sang Ling changed direction and no one stopped her along the way. She soon arrived in front of the bedroom. Fu Yin's bedroom covered a large area with rooms scattered around, but there was no sound at all. It was so quiet that it seemed like an uninhabited place. Only in the room in the center was there some movement.
She had no time to think about anything else and walked to the door and knocked lightly. No one answered for a long time, and even the slightest sound disappeared. Sang Ling calmed down for a moment and pushed the door open. The door was not locked as she thought. Instead, it opened wide with just a slight touch.
The layout inside the door was peculiar. In the middle stood a huge sandalwood desk with five white stones scattered on it. There was nothing else. The only thing left was a figure kneeling obediently in front of the desk. It was not a man, but a woman.
The kneeling woman heard the sound of the door opening and turned back with expectation. After seeing that the person coming was Sang Ling, the expectation disappeared in an instant and turned into annoyance.
Sang Ling took a step back and called out after confirming, "Saint Lady Ciyu."
At this moment, the mist around Saint Ci Yu disappeared, revealing her true face. She was beautiful and ruthless. She was not as holy as people thought. Instead, she was very aggressive. When she saw Sang Ling, her emotions immediately became intense.
"Why is it you?"
She looked behind Sang Ling and saw nothing.
"How can you come in!"
"How could he let you in!"
"Get out! Get out!"
This is a very important place, so where is it? Why is the cichlid kneeling here? Why did Fu Yan follow her in here?
The Saint Lady Ci Yu seemed a little crazy, and Sang Ling had so many thoughts in his mind that it gave him a headache.
She asked the cichlid,
"Where is Fu Yan?"
"Who is Fu Yan?"
There was a vague answer as to what else he was like as the Demon Lord, but she couldn't confirm it.
The Saint of the Merciful Fish laughed, revealing a bit of sadness, "You don't need to know."
That is a secret, the secret of Ci Yu and Fu Yan.
Sang Ling was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Okay, then tell me where Fu Yan is."
Saint Ci Yu looked behind her and her face twitched twice. Sang Ling suddenly had a feeling. She turned around and saw Fu Yan smiling at her not far away.
That smile was different from the previous ones. It was warmer and more serious. He called her, "Sang Ling."
The Saint Lady Ciyu suddenly became even crazier. She raised her head and laughed a few times, questioning Fu Yan: "How am I worse than her? She doesn't understand you at all!"
"We are the only ones who are the same. We are made for each other. Don't you understand? You should understand!"
Her voice was shrill, almost hoarse.
Fu Wei waved his hand, and Ci Yu's voice stopped, leaving only her unwilling glare. The answer to Sang Ling's question was almost ready to come out, but she still asked: "The fairyland..."
Before she finished asking, Fu Ying replied: "I will not attack the fairyland."
Sang Ling actually wanted to ask why, but she didn't. She didn't dare to ask under such circumstances, for fear that Fu Ying would change his mind.
Fu Yan seemed to have seen through her doubts and smiled lightly, "Whether I conquer the fairyland or not is never determined by a single person."
Sang Ling knew this was true. The more she understood Fu Yin, the more she could feel his supreme cultivation. Even if there was another Immortal Venerable Xiang Heng in the Immortal Realm, if Fu Yin wanted to, the ending would not change much.
Sang Ling had always known this, but now that the demon world was full of outcry, she was naturally worried. Now that she got the answer, she was relieved.
She had no feelings towards the fairyland, but that was the place her original body had defended with her life, and there were people in the Cangwu Fairy Mansion who had warmed her heart.
After feeling relieved, Sang Ling asked the question she wanted to ask most now.
"Why is the cichlid here?"
"Who are you? Fu Wei."
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