Living a carefree and unrestrained life, accompanied by the world's troubles.
Bei Moling doesn't believe a damn thing!
From now on, the Immortal Master Wen on the ten-thousand-foot peak will become her nightmare, an obstacle to the opening of the Demon Clan's gate, and the biggest stumbling block on the Demon Lord's path to awakening.
The above is the education she received from childhood.
That was a prophecy from the Demon Clan's Great Shaman.
All the past events will only remind her that when she encounters Wen Jingge, she shouldn't confront her head-on; if she can't handle it, she should just avoid her.
But now, she seems to have understood the code that even the great shaman couldn't understand.
Wen Jingge will become the nightmare of the entire demon race, not because she is so strong, but because she is so sassy!
A thug isn't scary; what's scary is a thug with culture.
A cultured hooligan isn't scary; what's scary is when that hooligan is the same gender as you.
Being the same sex isn't actually that scary; what's scarier is that when she gets provocative, she never stops.
Bei Moling didn't know why Wen Jinge was like this, but it must be related to the injury she suffered at the Burning Heaven Gate half a year ago. She remembered the Burning Heaven Gate.
If Wen Jingge, who was once high and mighty and powerful, was considered a level ten danger in the eyes of the demons.
Now, the demon race is about to face Wen Jinge, who has fallen into the dust. When he becomes shameless, the difficulty of fighting him will be more than five times that of before.
What led Master Wen, who cherished his reputation as a sword cultivator and only knew how to kill, to embark on this unrestrained and despicable path of freedom?
Is it a moral decline?
She just stared with her eyes open, watching as the demonic disciples she had brought with her gradually disappeared in a cloud of smoke, turning into wisps of purple smoke that drifted into the coffin.
Is she next?
"Where is the Demon Lord?" Wen Jingge asked her after the coffin had eaten and drunk its fill.
"I don't know." Bei Moling looked at Qiao Yu, who already had the shadow of a demon in him, but he was not the demon lord he was looking for.
"You really don't know?"
"I don't know." Bei Moling didn't want to die.
She wanted to send the news of Wen Jingge's madness back to the Northern Demon Realm. The mad Wen Immortal Master had lost her humanity and become more evil, even more so than her, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan.
When she saw Lu Wei, this demon, being addressed as Grandmaster by Wen Xianshi's disciple, she understood that as long as one had any value, one could survive by Wen Jingge's side, regardless of whether one was a demon or a monster.
Seeing that Wen Jingge did not believe her, she honestly confessed, "I was only ordered to find the reincarnation of the Demon Lord's clone."
Wen Jingge didn't interrupt her, but simply placed her on the coffin.
Bei Moling watched as her kin were sucked in, leaving not even bone fragments. Trembling, she said, "I'm not sure if we can find them. The Great Witch said the most likely place is the Formless Illusionary Realm, because the site of the great war between the gods and demons is in the Xuan Yun Sect."
"I was someone who, about a hundred years ago, bribed a trial disciple and entered by attaching my soul to a piece of clothing. There, there was a skeleton, which was the body of a demon saintess from a thousand years ago, and my clone attached itself to it."
“A hundred years ago…” Wen Jingge smiled as if she had thought of something, “The demonic cultivators who suddenly appeared on Ten Thousand Zhang Peak were also your doing, weren’t they? Ai Fengling’s leg was also destroyed at that time, wasn’t it! What’s this trick called? Luring the tiger away from the mountain? Killing two birds with one stone?”
"Yes, yes." Bei Moling was afraid of her and had lost her previous arrogance.
"Go away!" Wen Jingge pushed her off the coffin. To be honest, she was a little tired of this kind of life. "Don't let me see you again."
"You'll let me go?"
Bei Moling had long been prepared to be used and discarded, and she had even planned how to deliver the message to the wandering demon disciples without Wen Jinge discovering it, but...
She was rejected...
She was rejected by someone who had previously praised her for being pretty, fragrant, and beautiful.
Master Wen!
He's such a jerk!
Bei Moling stormed off.
Lu Wei raised his eyes, originally intending to remind Wen Jinge that it was inappropriate to let the person go like this, but seeing Wen Jinge's deliberately mysterious and dejected appearance, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.
This is probably another of Wen Jingge's schemes!
If he responds, he'll probably be mocked as an idiot!
The cave was quiet. Wen Jingge was depressed for a while. She patted the coffin and said, "I'm sorry, the strongest one was eaten by the Demon Harp. I'll try to find a bigger one for you next time."
The coffin lit up slightly, as if in response to Wen Jingge.
"How are you?" Lu Wei finally dared to step forward and ask.
"Hmm." Wen Jingge nodded, tilting her head back and standing still. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"No," Lu Wei shook her head. "My mind is clear."
"..." Wen Jingge.
"Let's go, let's hit the road!"
Lu Wei still had some doubts about her sincerity, especially after leaving the scene set up by the old Taoist. He always wondered if the two Wen Jingge had been switched without his knowledge.
"I feel like something's wrong with you."
"When have I ever felt right?"
"Then...where to go now?"
The disciples were waiting outside. Yuan Qingling had aged considerably and now looked like a young man. His chubby face was gone. Wen Jinge looked at him several times, and the nausea she felt was finally gone.
She suddenly felt that her ranking was not wrong; at least in his current state, Yuan Qingling was suitable to be Yang Wennan's junior brother.
The Golden Crow seemed to have gone mad, sometimes in the form of a three-legged golden crow, sometimes in human form. It was overjoyed, having broken free from the restrictions placed on it by the old Taoist priest.
In his human form, the facial hair on his face was not as thick as when Wen Jinge first met him; he looked like a normal person. His third leg had also retracted, making him a normal person.
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