Chapter 1 She turned around, and beneath a towering tree leaned...
Finally reaching the top of Garan Mountain, the vast expanse of new greenery was gradually replaced by withered leaves, with dead branches and decaying leaves covering the entire land.
Thousands of years ago, a great Buddhist cultivator protected the four directions from this place. At that time, the rivers were calm and the seas were peaceful, and demons and monsters were far less rampant than they are today.
Later, the Buddhist monk died mysteriously, but his remaining power continued to protect the mountain for ten years before completely dissipating.
Meng Chiwan knelt before the Buddhist shrine, gently wiping away the dust from the stele. A few prayer beads rolled out of her sleeve, and she picked them up, choosing the roundest one to place on the shrine.
She was dressed in green, her porcelain-white hands clasped together, her eyes closed in devout prayer, her delicate features as gentle as willow branches swaying in the spring breeze.
This is the final resting place of Buddhist monks. And she is the only one who comes to pay homage to those who rest here.
The wind ruffled a few stray strands of hair that fell beside her face, and a fine, ticklish sensation came from the side of her face, as if someone's hand had brushed against her cheek.
She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the herb basket that had been placed to the side.
She traveled a long way to come here, firstly to mourn those who rest in peace here, and secondly to collect the Buddha's Fall Grass, which can only be found in this place.
But now, after mourning the person I wanted to mourn, I can't find the Buddha's Blossom Grass I wanted to pick no matter what I do.
She took out the "Secret Manual of Immortal Herbs" from the herb box again, opened the folded page, and carefully examined every word on it. However, the only information she could get was a short sentence: Buddha's Fall Grass, which grows in the land of Buddha's Fall, covering the mountains and fields.
The Land of Buddha's Fall is the Land of Eternal Rest. She encountered some demonic beasts and monsters along her way up the mountain, but she never saw a single Buddha's Fall Grass.
Could it be that the meaning of "covering the mountains and fields" is not that the mountains and fields are covered with Buddha's Fall Grass, but rather that she should search for it all over the mountains and fields?
She didn't quite understand. But she was starting to feel overwhelmed.
She stood up, resigned to her fate, and tried her luck searching for the Buddha's Blossom Grass, but then she heard the sound of silver bells ringing in her ears.
Ding-a-ling. A series of crisp sounds reached my ears.
Meng Chiwan turned around and saw a girl dressed in silver bells. Her brightly colored pleated skirt accentuated her slender, white waist. She wore a silver necklace and earrings that swayed gently with each step.
The girl, with a smile in her eyes, walked towards her step by step, the tinkling of bells echoing in the wind.
He clearly appeared to be extremely kind and harmless.
But the next second, Meng Chiwan grabbed the herb basket and ran out as if she had encountered a ghost!
The fallen leaves on the ground were trampled into the mud, and then replaced by new fallen leaves.
The girl's eyes were so red they were practically bleeding. What else could she be but a demon? Shouldn't she, an ordinary person with no affinity for immortality and who hadn't even managed to cultivate qi yet, just run away and wait to die?
Monsters and demons are one thing, but why would there be real demons in a place like the Land of Eternal Slumber?
Meng Chiwan ran forward almost desperately. But she stopped in an instant.
The sound of silver bells came almost right next to her ear, along with a soft, ambiguous laugh from the girl.
We can't beat them, we really can't beat them.
Unheard of. How could there be a purebred demon here?
Sensing the demon girl's breathing, she closed her eyes briefly, then silently tossed aside the herb basket.
The trees in sight suddenly turned yellowish-brown as if their life force had been drained, and then the leaves fell one after another, as if they had suddenly experienced an autumn and winter.
The demon girl behind her gently stroked the skin on her neck, feeling the pulsation of her arteries, and then laughed even more heartily.
Without a doubt, those trees are her masterpiece.
"Want to guess when the Buddhist monk you just offered sacrifices to will come to save you?" The girl's voice was like flowing water, neither sharp nor hoarse.
Meng Chiwan cried out in her heart: "Everyone is dead, how can they come to save me!"
Suddenly, a magic spell exploded in front of the girl, forcefully knocking her back several steps!
As soon as the restraints were released, Meng Chiwan jumped back a few steps and pulled out several talismans from her sleeve, throwing them all at her!
The demon girl reacted instantly, forming a magic hand seal, and a barrier quickly rose around her.
Then a wisp of demonic energy slowly dissipated from her slender white fingertips, her hair was gently blown by the breeze, and she slowly turned her head, her bright red eyes looking at Meng Chiwan, but the smile on her lips remained unchanged.
She knew perfectly well that Meng Chiwan posed no threat whatsoever. The talismans, the only means of self-defense, were of no use to her.
She was the butcher, and Meng Chiwan was the fish.
Therefore, she was willing to play with her for a while.
Meng Chiwan stood there, looking at the demon girl's indifferent expression, a cold stubbornness suddenly flashing in her eyes.
Several more Buddhist prayer beads rolled out from her sleeve and fell to the ground along her skirt. Meng Chiwan clearly sensed them, but she didn't have the chance to patiently pick them up and clean them right now.
Then, she took out a talisman from her sleeve, placed it on her fingertip, and it spontaneously combusted without fire.
The girl looked at her, gave a soft, mocking laugh, and said, "It's just a death throes."
The moment the talisman burned out, a longbow hung in the air, its ice patterns seemingly glowing faintly.
Meng Chiwan reached out and took the longbow, placing three fingers on the string. The bowstring bent and gradually solidified into a crystal-clear arrow.
let go.
The long arrow pierced the air and flew away.
The demon girl stood still, tilting her head slightly, without reacting.
How could a mortal girl, who looked petite and delicate, not even be able to draw qi into her body and relied entirely on talismans that only required a small amount of spiritual energy to activate, possibly break through her protective barrier?
They're just overestimating themselves.
But in the next instant, the Buddhist beads on the ground rose into the air, emitting a golden light that filled the sky, and then a light gold layer was attached to the long arrow.
"call out!"
The long arrow pierced through the wind, bringing with it a gentle breeze, like a thin veil lightly caressing the side of the face.
The wind stopped. A layer of spider webs spread across the barrier.
Then, fragments floated in the air, circled the girl's dress once, and then completely disappeared.
The girl opened her eyes, turned to the side and reached out to grab the arrow, but her palm was cut open.
The long arrow pierced the ground, its fletching dangling, before suddenly exploding into ice shards that covered the earth.
The girl tilted her head, looked up at Meng Chiwan, narrowed her eyes slightly, and a dark and ambiguous light flickered in her expression.
“No wonder they worship him.” The girl’s gaze fell on the Buddhist beads that had fallen to the ground again, and then she said.
Meng Chiwan didn't speak, she just watched her quietly.
Then, she smiled again: "But you still have to die. What good is it if someone who has been dead for thousands of years still has some remaining power to protect you once? Once you're dead, you're dead."
“Wrong. He protected me more than once.” Meng Chiwan drew her bow again and retorted softly.
The girl dodged the arrow, but the arrow's force grazed her cheek. She slowly reached out to wipe the bright red from her face, and then the redness in her pupils intensified.
She flew towards her, casting several magical spells with her hands.
The silver bells jingled haphazardly, seemingly with the effect of disturbing people's minds.
Meng Chiwan counted in her heart.
one.
two.
three.
I looked up.
The two were now surrounded by demonic beasts. Pairs of scarlet eyes were fixed on Meng Chiwan, as if they were about to devour her at any moment.
This is terrible.
Meng Chiwan sighed silently in her heart.
The next second, something happened, and lightning flashed in the distance, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.
Meng Chiwan looked up and saw that the lightning had landed right where the girl had been standing!
The monsters retreated. Meng Chiwan, however, was enveloped in a golden light.
Dust filled the air, blurring the view.
When vision cleared again, the girl had disappeared from the spot.
Then, for some unknown reason, the monsters rushed about, trampling the withered branches and leaves into a pile of mud, as if they were afraid of encountering someone.
Meng Chiwan took a few steps closer, reached out and picked a tender green grass in the golden light, a smile spreading across her face.
It doesn't seem so fatal. At least on this Garan Mountain, she has someone to protect her.
She reached out and patted the dust off the Buddha's Blessed Grass, then tucked it into her sleeve.
As she turned to head down the mountain, she suddenly felt a cool sensation on her cheek. She reached out and touched it with her fingertips; it was a faint trace of water.
She didn't take it seriously.
Then, a growing chill spread across my face.
She looked up, and suddenly, snowflakes began to fall heavily from the sky.
In this season when it shouldn't snow.
The fresh snow layered on her green skirt, giving it a slightly damp feel.
She turned around and saw a person sitting crookedly under a towering tree.
Behind him, a colossal monster collapsed to the ground, its abdomen ripped open, releasing a large amount of warm liquid that instantly dissolved into the withered branches and leaves.
Startled, she quickly pulled out a talisman and threw it at the monster, only to realize belatedly that the monster was already at its last gasp.
She used another talisman, which conjured a longbow. She straightened up, the bowstring bent into a full moon, and the arrow shot towards the demon beast.
The demonic beast gradually lost its breath. She paused and waited for a moment, then walked towards the person under the tree.
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The text is as follows:
Song Wanting was always well-behaved and honest. She was seen as an innocent junior sister by her fellow disciples and an obedient girl by her elders. Everyone believed that she would never do anything out of line.
Only Wen Jingyi knew how this seemingly docile girl, like a soft-eared rabbit, innocently mixed cruelty into feeding him love potion little by little.
The day Song Wanting first met Wen Jingyi was her apprenticeship ceremony.
At that time, Wen Jingyi stood on the high platform, full of arrogance, as if nothing in the world was worth his attention, including Song Wanting.
At that time, she thought, this is the legendary sword master who cleaved a century of peace and prosperity with a single sword strike. He is truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Later, when she was imprisoned and desperately writing her will with her last strength, the wind and snow suddenly stopped. She looked up and saw Wen Jingyi again.
He rescued her on a whim.
That was the first time she looked at him seriously. He was like a lone peak after a snowfall, his calm expression always carrying an air of indifference and detachment.
At that time, she thought that this person was exactly the kind of person she liked from head to toe.
She wanted him to love her, to have his eyes filled with nothing but her from then on. She didn't care about lonely peaks or clear snow.
No matter how she pursued him, even if she pretended to plead with tears in her eyes, Wen Jingyi never wavered in the slightest.
Until one day, Wen Jingyi briefly lost all his cultivation, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar mansion.
Song Wanting lost patience, imprisoned him, carved a demonic mark on him, forced him to call her master under his cold gaze, and tortured him to the extreme.
"I'm sorry, I just like you too much."
*
With a new batch of inner disciples joining the sect, Wen Jingyi should be present.
Bored out of his mind, he glanced down and noticed a girl with exceptional potential.
She seemed very well-behaved, bowing respectfully, and even her smile was neither strong nor weak, making her appear harmless and uninteresting.
Such a person is most suited to cultivate great power in the future and pacify all directions.
He glanced at it briefly before leaving.
Little did I know that later, I would have many interactions with her.
Little did she know, she would personally pull him down from the high platform, inscribing on him the alluring runes that only those who submit in forbidden games possess, making him her furnace.
He should have hated her terribly. Yet he loved her terribly.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Wen Jingyi, who seemed to have everything going perfectly, had been craving intense change for years. His insatiable desires craved a flamboyant and morbid love.
Later, when the truth came out, Song Wanting brushed his hair and never looked at him again.
It seems she has found her next target.
But Wen Jingyi, in every sleepless night, would deepen the alluring patterns that should have been washed away, stroke by stroke, until he was consumed by desire and saw no one else but her.
"Please love me a little more."
Later, as she put on her wedding dress and prepared to marry someone else, jealousy finally consumed Wen Jingyi, and the sword that could slay all demons and evil spirits in the world was pointed at her new husband.
"She has to love me, she can only love me."
Naïve and Cruel x High-Class Beauty
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