"Senior brother, the one you pulled out looks like it's about to tear."
"It was going to burst anyway." Yang Wennan floated downstream expressionlessly, completely disregarding whether the blister was alive or dead.
Or perhaps he came specifically to see the blister burst.
"What would happen if we broke through the defenses of Uncle Song on the mountain?"
"I don't know." Yang Wennan pulled her to the surface and quickly got ashore. Just then, they bumped into a rock and immediately got a big bump on their head.
"Hahaha! Senior brother, how could you be so stupid!"
Yang Wennan: ...
He shook his head helplessly, "Can't you have a little sympathy? Your senior brother is already in such a miserable state."
“But…” Wang Xi climbed ashore, looking at the red liquid floating downstream, and then at Song Huan rising from the blood-soaked water, “He…he’s not going to kill us, is he?”
Song Huan opened his eyes, but those eyes were incredibly cold.
He looked bewildered, as if pondering how he ended up in such a place.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter any of his existing language, only muttering something incoherently.
Yang Wennan, holding Wang Xi's hand, had already hidden behind the boulder. He didn't know if he had made the right bet.
Song Huan woke up, but it didn't seem like Song Huan.
"Hehehe..." His gaze still swept towards the direction of the stone. He blinked, and a burst of ice needles shot out from the blood behind him, piercing towards the stone.
Wang Xi shoved Yang Wennan, then looked innocently at him, asking, "Uncle Song, um, how are you?"
A sinister look flashed across Song Huan's face, and in an instant, he seemed to have lost all his strength.
With a splash, it sank to the bottom of the lake again.
Wang Xi: ...
"What a mess." Yang Wennan cursed and flicked her forehead, then squatted down to help remove the poison needles from her body.
Wang Xi's lips were turning purple as she curiously looked at the drifting clouds in the sky. Just moments before, when Song Huan saw her, she had sensed that someone was spying on them.
"Should we give up on finding that golden crow?" She forced out a mouthful of poisonous blood. "Senior brother, why didn't you tell me that the blood behind it was poisonous? Then I wouldn't have shielded it for you."
"How foolish!" Yang Wennan sighed helplessly. "Qingling is the Emperor, so naturally he should go where he belongs."
After crossing this river, humans have their own way, demons have their own path, ghosts have their own traces, monsters have their own encounters, and gods have their own way...
Everyone's path is different.
"So what's our relationship with each other?" Wang Xi looked at him cautiously. Her senior brother was really angry. "Senior brother, just tell me! I don't want to be fooled anymore, especially since I'm so confused by what that phoenix said."
“We’re leaving!” He gazed at the now calm lakebed. “It’s a sign. This god realized he’d gone the wrong way and has already returned.”
Wang Xi: ...
Before Lingxiao Peak, the man in the tree opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of foul blood.
"What's wrong?" Ai Fengling flicked his sleeves as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. In just a short while, he was covered in fallen leaves.
He knew that this situation meant that one of the few noteworthy people in the world was passing away.
"Who are you?" the man asked him.
"Me?" Ai Fengling sneered, making a self-deprecating joke, "Probably that Demon Lord who was tricked!"
"Then the Demon Lord of this life..." the man asked with unwavering certainty, "wasn't it you who was the Demon Lord back then?"
“They all say you’re very smart.” Ai Fengling released the demonic energy in her hand, opened a hole in the peach tree, and poured in a continuous stream of demonic energy. “In my opinion, you were very smart before.”
“I saw someone.” The man rubbed his stiff face and couldn’t help but glance at Ai Fengling again. “I still can’t believe you are the Demon Lord.”
"What's the big deal?" Ai Fengling sighed and withdrew her hand from the magical energy she had been channeling.
The peach tree he had touched earlier began to bear fruit, but before he could reach out to pick it, the peaches had already turned into shriveled pits. Ai Fengling stared at his hand for a while, then shook his head.
"You know what? When I first encountered a demonic cultivator harming someone, I really thought I was going to die. Even when my senior sister fainted after forcibly breaking into the Burning Heaven Sect, I thought it was because of me."
The man remained silent, his heart restless, filled with countless worries that he could not untangle.
"But this time, I changed my mind. I let you go with me. Because it wasn't you who went, I suddenly came to my senses."
The man looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean? The one on me isn't me. He's here to watch the show. I knew that from the beginning."
"Then you probably don't know, I'm here to watch the show too, but this mountain... after all, I've died once before."
Ai Fengling slid down from the peach tree. "Speaking of which, we were good brothers in our past life. Let me help you out!"
The man struggled for a moment, then asked as if he was giving in, "Who am I? Just now I saw two little children on the mountain. They are like my inner demons. I really want to kill them."
Ai Fengling paused, her hand gripping his shoulder. "Senior Sister walks the Heavenly Path. Even if you want to follow her path, you shouldn't end up on the Ghost Path, should you?"
"Do you know who I met?" The man paused slightly, then asked again, "Then which way should I go?"
"Naturally, you'll come with me to the Demon Realm to take a look."
“But…” the man hesitated, “Song Huan is dead, I can’t… no… there was never a Song Huan in this world, I’m different from you, I was already here ten thousand years ago…”
“Yes, that phoenix said that I would be abandoned by fate sooner or later, so I trapped you in the Demon Realm.”
man:……
"Later, I was indeed abandoned and stepped down from my position as Demon Lord."
"Then the current Demon Lord isn't you?"
“I am a half-demon, as for the other half…” Ai Fengling smiled bitterly, “What’s the point of scheming too much? The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Who is the mantis and who is the oriole, and who is the hunter behind the oriole, you really can’t see until the very end.”
man:……
“Your name is NIO,” he said. “When you were brought to my peak by Tianji, I was about to come out, but I didn’t.”
If Tianji had just awakened, I would be afraid of him, but since my senior sister has already gone to Tianji's lair, I'm not afraid anymore.
"Despicable!" NIO glared at him, then turned and cursed herself, "I'm a scoundrel too!"
Ai Fengling: ...
"Shall I knock you unconscious now?"
NIO was stunned to find himself still suspended thousands of miles in the sky. "Can I fly?"
“Yes!” Ai Fengling said helplessly, “You are the one who slept in ancient times, so naturally you can do everything just like Qi Yun. Did you go crazy from sleeping? I should have known better than to throw you into the ice hole.”
NIO: ...
"No, no, no!" He looked at the glacier on the ground, knowing that Ai Fengling had set up a teleportation portal using an array, and then drew a circle in the sky. "I know where I'm going. Are you coming with me?"
"I won't follow!" Ai Fengling let go, his voice fading into the wind. "I'm the one who suffers when I play with you guys. Only my senior sister is good to me."
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