Northern Demon Realm.
The Holy Son looked at the idle Holy Maiden and felt a surge of anxiety. "Could you please not leave?"
"I sensed that the auras of my masters had disappeared."
"Heh." He scoffed. "Isn't it normal? It's normal to die out there when you're old."
“But—” The saintess in red dress leaned closer to him, her hair brushing against his head as he lay slumped on the table, “I feel something’s wrong with you.”
The Holy Son rolled over, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and continued cracking them open.
"I really feel like something's wrong with you."
"Something's not right?" He was getting bored, so he grabbed the saintess's hair and took all the hairpins off her head. "Let me braid your hair!"
"See! You still say you're normal."
The saint paused, then slapped his hand, which was covered in sunflower seed shells, onto her face. The saint dodged quickly, the sunflower seeds fell to the ground, and she slid to the door with her hair disheveled.
The Holy Son looked at his empty hands, stood there for a while with resentment, and said, "Give me some face, cooperate a little, and you won't even cooperate, and you still say I'm abnormal."
“Before…” The saintess watched him squat on the ground picking up sunflower seed shells, one by one, crushing them into dust, and only came over after making sure he wasn’t after her anymore. “You always liked to go out and cause trouble, but now, you’re no different from a good-for-nothing.”
"Isn't being a good waste?" The Holy Son glanced at her. "Look at you, you're over a thousand years old, yet you're still like a little kid, not mature at all. You say you want to be a banshee, but you're not banshee at all."
"Yes, you're not effeminate anymore."
The Holy Son broke down because of her words. He remained silent for a while, then grabbed a handful of melon seed shells as if to vent his anger, burned them to ashes, and said, "Bei Moling, I really, really admire you. You are an absolute gem."
"Look! You're getting impatient."
Holy Son: ...
"Oh...right!" Bei Moling exclaimed, still feeling unsatisfied, "I can't be so carefree now, because..."
"Good to know!" The Holy Son seized the opportunity to brainwash her, "I used to go after Wen Jingge to annoy her, but now that I can't beat her, would I still dare to be annoyed? In any case, we must keep a low profile! Keep a low profile!"
Bei Moling watched him reciting the mantra with great enthusiasm, his voice surprisingly loud. She rubbed her sore eyes. "But they still haven't come back!"
"You're here again, aren't you!" The Holy Son waved his hand, and all the melon seeds in the room turned to ashes. "You're not sleepy, but I am!"
It's been said that it's normal to die out there in your old age. There's always someone stronger. They've been trapped here their whole lives, thinking they have no rivals outside, little do they know that others are just waiting to walk into their trap.
"But……"
"No buts!"
"What I mean is, you're the one who sent them out to their deaths!"
As soon as the saintess finished speaking, she realized that the saintess's expression had changed.
"You, you, you..." she panicked.
They lived in this rift for a while because the Demon Lord was about to awaken. They had neither the time nor the energy to deal with the outside world. This also made the Holy Maiden realize that the Holy Son who had always been accommodating to her seemed different from before.
As he became more assertive, he became more silent and more unfathomable.
Just like now, as soon as the Holy Son unleashed his power, she felt as if fate had gripped her throat, and even her breathing became rapid, as if this world was stripping away her existence, which was even more terrifying than the tribulations she had encountered before.
"What... what do you want to do?" She rubbed her neck, as if that could relieve the pain of not being able to breathe.
"Some things can be said, and some things cannot be said." After reciting these words, the Holy Son slumped back onto the table. "Bei Moling, I watched you grow up."
"I, I'm not! I'm thousands of years old, how old are you?"
“I grew out of the mud, back when I was just like those mindless demons, watching you get chosen as the saintess.”
Bei Moling was stunned. "What, what do you mean by that? I..."
"It means exactly what you're thinking. You can choose to tell others, but the time left for the demons may be running out."
"You want to..."
Before Bei Moling could finish speaking, a figure crashed down in front of her.
Saintess: ...
"Who are you?" The Holy Son looked at the hole in the sky with no surprise. This person had actually crashed from the snowfield into the cave above and then into the crevice.
"Cough..." The dusty-faced man exhaled a breath of stale air; the Holy Son did not recognize him.
However, this person probably knew him. The Holy Son was casually put on the shoulder by the person, who said, "Take me to the Demon Lord."
"Oh." He nodded, then pulled the man's hand and led him outside.
"Hey! No, who is he?" The Holy Maiden initially thought it was an enemy attack. With the High Priest absent and no one in charge here, they preferred to listen to the Holy Son in their stronghold.
Since the Holy Son did not speak, the ordinary demonic cultivator servants could only pretend that nothing had happened, and they did not even dare to look at the man who had been brought in.
"You...aren't you going to ask?" The saintess found it unbelievable.
When did he monopolize all power in his own hands?
"Hey!" the saintess asked cautiously, "Whose side are you on? Are you with the Western Demon Clan?"
The Holy Son seemed surprised that she had the leisure to think about this at this time. He took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes."
Fearing she wouldn't believe him, he pointed to the dusty man beside him, "He is an envoy, here to discuss with us how to launch an attack on the Xuanmen under the Demon Lord's leadership."
The saintess took a deep breath, finally feeling relieved. She even opened the gate to the forbidden area ahead herself, saying, "Be careful once you go in. It's said that a ferocious beast is imprisoned there."
"It's okay, she's always been this naive."
Wei Lai looked at the two people with suspicion. According to the calculation, the two people should be the current Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Demon Clan.
Was it because he hadn't woken up for so many years that his algorithm malfunctioned?
Is it true, as Ai Fengling said, that his body has been ruined by the Heavenly Secrets?
"you……"
"It's alright, please come in! You can let us know if you need anything."
NIO nodded, puzzled, and walked into the main hall of the house.
Good, no traps have been found yet.
The door behind them was closed. Before leaving, the two men, like gatekeepers, said, "Just call us if you need anything! We'll be waiting outside."
What thoughtful and considerate service!
NIO was incredibly moved.
If this were in the ancient realm of gods, he would definitely keep such a polite little fellow by his side.
"Good boy, good boy!" he muttered, pressing his hand to the ground. "It should be here."
After the array was drawn, darkness enveloped him, and his body was rapidly descending. He heard heavy breathing from the mountains, as if a ferocious beast was lurking in the night.
He knew he had found it.
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