"How shameless you are!" Wen Jinge was almost laughing at Bei Moying's smugness; this kid was probably being sincere.
Wen Jingge used to only care about her own happiness, but now someone is building their happiness on her. "They really think too highly of me! They've brought so many helpers."
As the skeleton shattered, the densely packed demon army emerged from the void.
Soon, all that could be seen were figures of demons.
A dense, oddly shaped, and multicolored mass of black surrounded Wen Jingge and Shan Hongxing.
“No.” Bei Moying pointed a finger and shushed them. “What we really want to deal with is the Mountain Immortal Master, not you.”
"Oh." Wen Jingge glanced at Shan Hongxing's unpleasant expression.
This must be the result of his deliberate suppression after being influenced by the drum bells; he was half red and half purple, and anyone who didn't know better would think he was a crab that had been stewed in a pot. "Are you alright?"
"It's alright." As if on purpose, Wen Jingge noticed the two strings of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand. "He won't die."
"I think so too." Wen Jingge nodded. "Then let's fight slower?"
"good."
Shan Hongxing didn't think Wen Jingge was stalling for time. In fact, he thought that Wen Jingge could only rely on external stimulation to forcefully boost his cultivation, and it would be good enough if he could hold out for a while.
He didn't assume Wen Jingge was a villain, and he was unaware that Wen Jingge intended to use this group of demons to wear down his cultivation over time.
"Master Wen, something feels off about you."
"Something's not right?" Wen Jingge looked at Bei Moying, who was sticking to her like an eel. "By the way, did I really force you to take human form?"
"Yes! I'm so heartbroken. I was practically a disciple, and yet you've forgotten me like this."
“I still think you’re ugly. I don’t think I could create something this ugly.” Wen Jingge clicked her tongue a few times. “I basically didn’t teach those disciples. They were self-taught and much more capable than you.”
Bei Moying felt he had been dealt a heavy blow. At that moment, he didn't want to talk. He even wanted to go find Shan Hongxing.
He was about to be overwhelmed by Wen Jingge's supernatural abilities.
"I! I'm just a piece of trash!" Bei Moying didn't want to argue with her about this.
Compared to those chosen ones, he was indeed a good-for-nothing.
Did I assign you any tasks before?
Bei Moying looked at her suspiciously upon hearing this, as if confirming something, then swung her sword again, pretending nothing had happened, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You and Bei Moling can leave, the rest of you stay."
"what are you up to?"
"Shan Hongxing will die."
"Um?"
"Die by my hand."
"you……"
"Um."
"Why!" Bei Moying was confused. "You used to really protect him."
"In the past?" She had known for a long time that Bei Moying had known her for a longer period of time than she had become Wen Jingge, but she still didn't know how long ago that was. "When you met me, I shouldn't have been in the Xuan Yun Sect yet, right?"
"Yes! I watched you turn into a child with my own eyes."
"..."
"You called me a piece of trash and originally planned to destroy me, but then you said you weren't the same person you used to be and there was no need to waste your time on me."
The fight between the two had reached a fever pitch, at least in the eyes of Bei Moling and Shan Hongxing. On one occasion, Bei Moying even injured a few of his demon companions, twisting Wen Jinge's neck before they could even speak.
"You only told me to go to the Demon Realm, without saying anything else. Then I was chosen by the Great Witch and inexplicably became the Holy Son."
"Because you taught me certain things when you created me, no one has dared to teach me during these years as the Holy Son; instead, I'm the one teaching Northern Demon Bell."
"Northern Demon Shadow! If you can't win, why don't you run away!"
The saying "In martial arts, speed is the only way to break through" is very true.
Now that Shan Hongxing is free from the distraction of the drums and bells, and because Wen Jingge is in trouble, he is becoming somewhat restless.
Bei Moling's moves were completely unpredictable, so he moved as fast as the wind. After their sword energies clashed, he regained the upper hand.
"And you guys! What are you standing there for! So many of you, fighting just two, and you can't win? Isn't that a joke?"
“Holy Maiden, you’re joking. It’s you who haven’t given me a chance.” A minotaur with horns on his head pounded his chest and said heartily, “The Holy Son’s situation isn’t good either. Why don’t you go and fight Wen Jinge? Shan Hongxing is only a second-rank official after all. He’s more than enough for us.”
"You!" Bei Moling drew her whip, about to reprimand her, when she heard Bei Moying call her, "Come here, I can't hold on much longer."
While saying this, Bei Moying also made many physical moves, taking the initiative to give up her position to Bei Moling, "Master Wen, fighting is enough, her mind sometimes doesn't listen to her."
"Um."
"Don't hurt her. I've finally gotten used to it, and I don't want to have to go through another ordeal with another idiot."
"Who are you calling an idiot!" This time, Bei Moling couldn't stop the whip in her hand. She first lashed Bei Moying, and then swung the whip around to Wen Jingge.
Bei Moying bravely took the whip, but the moment the whip touched him, he immediately turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished into the air.
Wen Jingge did not resist, letting the whip pull her over, pretending to be outmatched and attacked from both sides by Bei Moling and Bei Moying.
"I think it's a shame I'm not an actress," she sighed. "Go easy on me!"
"Huh?" Bei Moling was stunned for a moment, only to see the whip already in Bei Moying's hand.
"Won't it look too fake?" Bei Moying asked her.
"That's true, it's a bit too early, let's do another lap!"
Thus, Wen Jingge moved with ease between the whip, the Northern Demon Shadow, and the Northern Demon Bell, and the three of them danced the cha-cha.
This effortless handling took on a different meaning in Shan Hongxing's eyes.
His understanding was that Wen Jingge was outnumbered and was stubbornly resisting two influential figures in the demon race, trying her best not to hold him back, but things didn't go as planned.
At this moment, he was so useless. A dignified second-rank cultivator was no match for the numerous demons below the third rank in front of him.
It's embarrassing to even talk about it.
He inadvertently glanced at the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist; one string was given to him by Ku Bodhi, and the other was sent by Wen Jingge.
They were all afraid he would get hurt, they all prayed for him, and they all hoped he would be safe.
But he's so useless; he still hasn't solved it...
"Opening a second-grade skill?" Bei Moying dragged Wen Jingge to his side. "Immortal Master Wen, you're not going to wipe us all out here, are you?"
"I have to frame you, how can I frame you if you're dead! Aren't you stupid!"
"Is that a second-grade item?" Bei Moling also leaned closer.
She felt that Wen Jinge was full of righteousness when she got close to her, as if she was about to help Wen Jinge elope to find Bai Teng, as if Shan Hongxing was a scumbag who was relentlessly pursuing her.
"Super Grade Two." Wen Jingge looked at this fervent CP fan and fell into deep thought.
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