"I knew it was you." Wen Jingge said to the air, "A-Cai, you're so mean. You really scared me when you first appeared. You were holding my hand like that. You could have at least given me a heads-up!"
"It felt chilly, I wondered who it could be! Do you know I'm a very timid person?"
"Sigh! You know, you could have easily come over, why did you have to scare people like that?"
"Alas! No, that's not a human, it's a demon."
"You can scare him, but even if his body is destroyed, his soul will remain. You won't be scared out of your wits."
She kept muttering to herself, but Ah-Cai never actually said a word, as if she were talking to thin air.
The appearance of the coffin proved that Ah Cai could truly understand her. It floated lightly down in front of Wen Jinge, appearing out of thin air as if by magic.
Ling Yi was still on the opposite side, but this time he stopped crying. The Demon Harp surrounded him, and he sat quietly in meditation, like an old monk in deep meditation.
Wen Jingge took a step, and A-Cai followed. "Why did you come out? I always thought the coffin lid couldn't be opened. Was you uncomfortable sleeping in the coffin?"
She was met with only silence. "Ah-Cai, could you hear me when you were on the other side of the stone wall?"
Wen Jingge asked a series of questions, and A-Cai, as always, remained aloof, responding by following closely behind her as if protecting her.
"Ah Cai, can we just go out?"
Wen Jingge descended the stone steps, and Yang Wennan, who was around the corner, had just woken up. She looked uncertainly at her most normal third disciple, "A-Cai, have you noticed anything different about this kid?"
Ah-Cai floated in the air, still not answering.
"Ah-Cai, do you have a crush on me?" This time she was just muttering to herself, not very loudly, but Ah-Cai obviously heard her.
Bang!
After a loud bang.
Wen Jingge was startled, a slight smile appearing on her furrowed brows. "Look at you, just say you like me! What kind of hero hides his feelings? You should know what a hero is like!"
The coffin creaked and groaned, as if the spirit of a wronged person was scratching at it with its fingernails out of resentment.
Wen Jingge knew when to stop. After confirming that it was indeed A-Cai who was up to something and that he was still alive, she said, "But I think you're a girl. People back then were conservative, unlike me, who is obsessed with beautiful women."
She stood outside the jade wall with her arms crossed. The person inside seemed to be saying something, speaking very quickly. Wen Jingge didn't even have time to read their lips before it ended.
"Oh no, I forgot what the Holy Son's name is. Now I can't even call him."
The sound of scratching nails came from inside the coffin again. Wen Jingge patted the coffin soothingly, "A-Cai, I'll get you a nail file next time. You're going to hurt your fingers like this. Your pain is my pain!"
"Have you said enough?" A cold female voice came from the coffin.
"Huh?" Wen Jingge was taken aback, then chuckled, "A-Cai, did you hear the beauty's call? She must have sensed my deep love for her to call me. I didn't believe Ling Yi when he said there were living people here, but now it seems I was wrong."
"Wen Jingge!" the woman interrupted her sharply, "You need to get your head checked."
"I also find it hard to believe that I would say so much to a coffin."
"..."
This silence will last a long time.
Ah Cai hadn't expected to fall into a trap. After a long while, she sighed, "Do you know who I am?"
"My little Ah-Cai." In the darkness, her eyes gleamed with a bright light, like a cat that had just stolen some fish.
“Wen Jingge!” The woman sighed, her voice icy cold. She spoke human language, but her tone was more like that of an emotionless machine. “You’re too human.”
"Ah-Cai, to be honest, you're the one who brought me into this world, aren't you?"
Ah Cai didn't rush to answer her, but instead asked, "Holy Son, are you still going to pursue him?"
"No need to chase after him." Wen Jingge pouted. "I saw him."
"see?"
"Hmm." She nodded, without a trace of surprise. "If the Holy Maiden can have clones, and the Demon Lord can have clones, why can't the Holy Son?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Are you blind? Or is this place suppressing you?" Wen Jingge looked at the coffin curiously, a sense of familiarity welling up from the bottom of her heart, a feeling she had never had when she faced this coffin before.
"Is this the place where you were buried? Or the place where you died?" She spoke slowly, uttering a question, but in her heart she already had the answer in her mind.
Ah Cai stopped talking, and Wen Jingge ignored him. "This jade wall looks like it's trapping them, but it's actually meant to trap me. We need to find a way out quickly."
"Watch out!" A flash of cold light, and the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy opened his eyes without anyone noticing.
A faint golden light shimmered in his eyes; for a Buddhist cultivator who hadn't even reached the third rank, this was quite remarkable.
Yang Wennan was pushed out, and the monk, protected by the Buddha's light, unsurprisingly, his sword broke.
"I've finally found you." The monk's face showed a relieved smile, like an old farmer who had just had a good harvest. He looked at the holy son as if he were looking at a ripe fruit.
Only Yang Wennan frowned.
If he wasn't mistaken, this holy son must be a swordsman, and possessed extraordinary sword intent.
He clutched his chest and took a few steps back, thanks to that sword energy.
Lu Wei casually grabbed his sleeve and pulled him behind her, saying, "You're a demon, yet you possess profound energy..."
He seemed to be thinking of himself, "A fallen demon?"
Only those who have already cultivated to become gods or immortals, and who fall into demonic possession for various reasons, can be called fallen demons. Lu Wei in the past was one such example, but he couldn't see through this Holy Son.
"So it was you who beat me to it!"
His clothes were painted in ink, and he emerged from the shadows, draped in that dark aura, scoffing, "She thinks we demons are ugly, so why would she let a demon in front of her to disgust her?"
Lu Wei sensed something amiss in his resentful aura. So, this Holy Son had come seeking personal revenge?
Yang Wennan's mind was elsewhere. Last time, he became stronger even though he was blind; this time, he became stronger even though he was lame.
Both of these advancements in cultivation were caused by inexplicable problems with his bodily functions. Looking at the monk in front of him whose forehead was glowing, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Rubbing his eyes, the monk's hands trembled slightly behind his back. Clearly, blocking that attack had been difficult for him. But, in front of his chest, there were two other hands clasped together.
"Amitabha! Well done, well done!" The monk was unaware that a strange gaze was fixed on him, and continued to utter the only mantra he knew.
However, Yang Wennan closed her eyes at that moment.
The incantation that Ji'arau once chanted was swirling in his mind.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
