Chapter 42 Spell-Making Prodigy Girl VS. The Demon Lord Who Shares Her Bed 15
A few days later.
When Jiang Zhiyi woke up, it was just dawn, and there was still a thick fog outside, making the surroundings look gray and hazy.
Qi Suihuan was still half asleep, and his arm was around her waist. She was a little grumpy from being woken up, frowned, and struggled to climb out of bed.
As soon as she got up, she began to tidy herself up, and after she was all ready, she was about to leave.
Where are you going?
Qi Suihuan had already been woken up by her loud noise. This was the first time she had seen her get up so early, so she asked her a question.
"It's none of your business!"
Jiang Zhiyi appeared extremely impatient.
Since that night, she hasn't given him a kind look in the past few days.
Every day she either ignores him or acts like this now, extremely irritable, her whole being screams "Don't mess with her."
She was angry with him.
Although I knew beforehand that she was spoiled and had a fiery temper, she was always the one who coaxed him, and no matter how cold he was, she would always be smiling.
Even if she gets really angry sometimes, she can quickly calm down and then come back to him.
These past few days he has truly witnessed her temper; she's like a little hedgehog.
No matter what he does or says, she can't stand it. She's always unhappy and will throw a tantrum at him at the slightest disagreement.
Qi Suihuan paused, not daring to provoke her at this moment. She simply watched her leave without saying another word.
He doesn't yet know how to make peace.
She went straight to the Spirit-Guiding Peak, the southernmost peak of the Immortal Sect.
Yinling Peak is the main peak of the Xiaoyao Sect, rich in spiritual energy and surrounded by mountains. Everywhere you look, there are spiritual herbs and immortal trees, and even the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance, making it an excellent place for cultivators to cultivate.
Although it was still early, many disciples from various sects were already practicing here.
Passing by a spacious training ground, Jiang Zhiyi saw many young disciples practicing swordsmanship.
They were a group of short people, all very young. Several older disciples were instructing them.
"Junior brother, come on, raise your feet... and make sure your hand holding the sword is steady." A more senior disciple patiently instructed him.
"Senior brother, I can't hold on anymore. My hands and feet are so sore. I don't want to practice anymore." A disciple fell to the ground, wiping away tears.
"Stand up and keep practicing. If you can't even learn the most basic skills, how can you expect to learn swordsmanship? Even the Immortal Lingzhen learned from these moves one by one."
"The path of spiritual practice is arduous; it involves cultivating not only the body but, more importantly, the mind. One must not give up easily."
"As long as you work hard enough, one day you can all become as powerful as Immortal Lingzhen. At that time, you will be able to bring glory to your sect and rid the world of all disasters."
Upon hearing this, the frustrated disciple immediately perked up: "I know I was wrong, senior brother, I will practice hard."
He wiped away his tears, his little face full of determination, and picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground to continue practicing.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Zhiyi sighed deeply.
Did they know that their sect leader, whom they were so proud of, a powerful cultivator who seemed like an immortal being, was actually using evil arts to enhance his cultivation?
That's ridiculous.
He is probably the greatest calamity in the world.
He was behind everything, controlling everything from behind the scenes. Countless innocent lives have been lost at his hands, and countless families have been destroyed because of him.
I wonder what their expressions will be when they learn the truth. Their faith, built up over many years, has collapsed. This would be a tremendous blow and devastation for anyone.
Many trees were planted near the training ground, their branches and leaves lush and verdant. At this moment, the sun rose, and the sunlight was somewhat dazzling, so Jiang Zhiyi hid herself in the shade.
Several disciples dressed in sect robes walked past her, engrossed in conversation, and thus failed to notice her hiding to the side.
“The Immortal Lingzhen went to Nianfo Cliff again yesterday.”
“His injuries haven’t fully healed yet. These days he’s been going to the Buddhist Cliff to suppress evil spirits. What if his injuries get worse?”
"Only he can break the seal there. I heard that the evil spirits there have started to stir again recently, so Immortal Lingzhen had to go there to deal with it despite his injuries."
Upon hearing this news, Jiang Zhiyi pondered for a moment and decided to go to Nianfo Cliff to investigate.
The creatures imprisoned in this Amitabha Recitation Cliff are not evil spirits at all, but living, breathing cultivators.
...
Aside from the different surrounding scenery, Nianfo Cliff is quite similar to the Demon Devouring Cave in the Demon Realm.
It is located in a valley of Wangxian Mountain, surrounded by mountains and shrouded in a mystical atmosphere.
Jiang Zhiyi muttered incantations and quickly pinched her fingers to form an invisibility spell, then silently walked towards the depths of Nianfo Cliff.
Although there is a seal here, it has no effect on her, an ordinary mortal, and cannot stop her.
As soon as she stepped into the cliff, a thick, inky black mist surged towards her, enveloping her tightly.
Under the cover of black mist, a narrow and secluded path slowly emerged.
Jiang Zhiyi took a breath and carefully walked inside.
There was a lot of foul-smelling, viscous liquid underfoot. It was dark all around, so the color was not visible, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or something else more terrifying.
The pungent smell went straight into Jiang Zhiyi's nasal cavity, and she almost vomited.
The surrounding walls were covered with a dense network of scratches of varying depths. Among these scratches were also many eerie and terrifying patterns.
This place is like a tomb, filled with an aura of death.
"Lingzhen! You will die a horrible death!" A shrill scream suddenly rang out.
Jiang Zhiyi looked in the direction of the sound, and the scene before her shocked her so much that her eyes widened.
Lingzhen was dressed in a black robe, with a full head of white hair, and surrounded by a thick cloud of black energy.
This is clearly a sign that he has already fallen into evil.
At this moment, he no longer resembled an immortal; he was nothing more than a terrifying demon.
He gripped the man's neck tightly with one hand and lifted him high into the air.
The man's feet left the ground, and he struggled desperately in mid-air, his face flushed red from being unable to breathe.
Lingzhen's other hand, already stained with blood, was plunged straight into the man's chest, churning something inside.
Blood gushed from the man's chest like a fountain, splattering onto Lingzhen's face and body.
Eventually, it pooled on the ground, forming a shocking puddle of blood. The thick stench of blood instantly filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.
Jiang Zhiyi covered her mouth, afraid of making a sound. Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably as she quietly took a step back.
However, she was unaware that the evil energy spreading across the ground was like a hidden venomous snake, silently approaching her.
...
Meanwhile, Qi Suihuan, who was in seclusion cultivating, suddenly opened her eyes and felt her heart skip a beat.
It was as if he was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a strong sense of unease surged into his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
In a daze, he saw a scene.
Jiang Zhiyi's terrified face was faintly visible in the image.
The murderous demonic energy surged uncontrollably from his body.
Something happened to her!
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