"Clap clap clap!"
Applause erupted.
The cave was very quiet, which made the sound very loud.
Before Wen Jingge could say anything, she felt a sticky snake coil around her body, pressing against her back, and her scalp tingled.
"Who are you?"
This person was slippery, like an eel. Wen Jinge wanted to catch him, but she couldn't, and the Buddha's light didn't hit him either.
Clearly, this thing is afraid of the Purple Gold Bowl.
"I never imagined that the dignified Master Wen would be so afraid of death."
"Aren't you afraid?"
The man's voice sounded very young. He must have been stumped by the question. He choked on his saliva a few times and coughed a few times before asking, "Why is Master Wen different from before?"
"You know me?" Wen Jingge became wary.
Could it be that he's seeking revenge?
What does the sin committed by the former Wen Jingge have to do with the current Wen Jingge?
Is this person blind and has mistaken someone for someone else?
"Yes! I know him." He sighed, and finally revealed his true form from the shadows.
I can't quite describe the feeling; it's like a leech that grows out of the mud and sucks human blood—it's a bit disgusting.
Can you change your appearance?
“Master Wen used to say that people look better this way, that the other way looks neither human nor ghost.”
Wen Jingge mentally lit a row of candles for herself, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Want to fight?"
"We can't beat him." The boy was honest, pointing to the huge cave as if he wanted to chat casually, "It wasn't easy for Master Wen to find us, was it?"
"I am a little tired." Wen Jingge didn't understand what was wrong with this kid.
"Why don't you sit down?" As he spoke, he actually brought out a chair for Wen Jingge.
Wen Jingge's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't refuse. If this kid really tried to scheme so openly, he would be too stupid.
"Master Wen is not afraid that I will poison him."
"..." Wen Jingge: You're such a hypocrite.
“I used to be terrified of Master Wen.”
"Can we tell you who you are first?"
The leech took human form and walked step by step to Wen Jinge.
Looking at the puddles of water on the ground, Wen Jingge understood: water evaporates quickly in the desert, no wonder she couldn't find anyone. The monk was certain that the person had come in this direction, probably because they had some kind of magical treasure. Once they got out, she would definitely steal it back.
"The Holy Son of the Demon Clan?" Wen Jingge raised an eyebrow, already having a plan in mind. "Are you planning to use yourself to delay me while you do something to my disciple outside?"
“Originally!” He touched his face, about to say something, but was interrupted, “Do I have a handsome face?”
"It's a bit fake. Who did they strip you off from? It looks like you're selling yourself in a restaurant." Wen Jingge spoke without thinking, just to provoke him. "It's a bit seductive."
The man's face was indeed alluring, which reminded Wen Jinge of a heretical sect whose name appeared frequently in the novels beside her: the Hehuan Sect.
Even the seductive arts practiced by people in sects probably couldn't cultivate his demeanor; others are naturally alluring, while he's just a pretty face.
"Without the skin of the Northern Marin, it's natural."
That hit the nail on the head, and the man was successfully enraged. "What do I lack compared to her? You've always been like that."
"You make me sound like a scumbag." Wen Jingge clicked her tongue, letting out a meaningful sigh, and lifted his chin, teasingly saying, "You're a demon after all, your identity is what it is. I'm a righteous person, how could I possibly collude with you?"
"You didn't collude with me, but you humiliated me!"
Goosebumps are a strange phenomenon; they appear on your skin and are beyond your control.
Most of the time, it's when the weather gets cold that you're reminded to wear more clothes, but a Xuan Master in the Xuanmen world, once they reach Wen Jinge's inexplicable level, will no longer be harmed by wind, snow, rain, or sun.
Sometimes, it's a physiological discomfort that surfaces on the surface, revealing the awkward mentality of a refined person who actually wants to curse.
The Wen Jingge of today is probably a combination of both.
What's disgusting is the heart, and what's chilling is still the heart.
"I...insulted...you?"
A huge question mark filled her mind.
She remained secluded for fifty years. Fifty years ago, Wen Jingge was even more celibate and did not engage in any factionalism or self-interest. She lived like a shadow detached from the world, and no one who knew what she was doing was left.
"Don't talk nonsense! You are a demon, even in the past, you..."
“Those spiders!” Tears welled in the leech’s eyes. “Back then, I hadn’t been chosen as the Holy Son.”
It seems that this happened a very, very long time ago, and the leech was just an insignificant little person back then.
"It was you who transformed me into human form."
"..."
Wen Jingge closed her eyes and placed the purple-gold bowl on her head. The light in the cave was gone, but the top of her head radiated an angelic glow.
What a heartless man!
"Those dream weavers were also given to me by you."
“The Dream Weaver.” Wen Jingge was familiar with this thing. There was a book in Wanzhang Peak, which was probably written by Wen Jingge in the past. It recorded some of the fantastical monsters and creatures of the world.
It is said that it can enter people's dreams, and if a person cannot get out of the dream for a long time, they will never be able to get out again.
"So..." She finally understood. When this kid was chatting with her like this, he was just trying to get the Dream Weaver to come out. "You're not going to say that the first thing I'll say to you after you take human form is that you're ugly, and that calling you a demon is..."
"A demon is a demon, vile and ugly!"
Wen Jingge scratched her head; these words were truly embarrassing!
"Therefore, I became the Holy Son of the Demon Clan through my own efforts. Master Wen, if you say that I am beautiful, I will let one of your disciples go."
Really?
"Yes." What the Leech King, no, the Holy Son, was thinking was that letting go of a disciple who was not up to any good would not affect his grand plan.
"You're beautiful! You're handsome! You're absolutely amazing! You're like that charming, wealthy flower whose tires burst in the car! You're perfect! You're so pretty!"
Wen Jingge finished speaking in one breath, fiddling with her fingers as she spoke, and finally spreading out her five fingers, "They are all my disciples, can you release them now!"
"A coffin, a coffin too?"
“Yes!” Wen Jingge blinked, showing none of the manners expected of a celestial master.
The Holy Son smacked his lips, originally wanting to touch the purple-gold bowl on Wen Jinge's head to see if he had arrested the wrong person.
Unexpectedly, his outstretched hand was grabbed by something. He looked at Wen Jinge in confusion, but the man was sitting upright with his hands placed on his knees, as if he were being inspected.
The Holy Son didn't feel anything was wrong, but he still couldn't move his hand when he tried to withdraw it.
"What...what did you do to me?"
"Um?"
Why can't I move my hand?
"I was about to take off the beads on my wrist, didn't you tell me not to take them off?" Wen Jingge looked at him strangely, then laughed heartily as if she had thought of something. "Hahaha, you still have people here, right? My disciple just said that someone blew on the back of his neck."
"A ghost!" He seemed to realize something and ran away in a panic.
"Are demons afraid of ghosts?"
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