Chapter 43 "You are a born demon."...
But she clearly didn't speak, and it was impossible for her to say the word "willing" even in her heart.
Where did that sound come from?
She was stunned for a moment.
The voice seemed to be able to see her reaction, because in an instant "she" chuckled softly, and then slowly repeated again, "I do."
In an instant, Meng Chiwan clearly felt those blood-red eyes pressing heavily on her again.
That was a scrutinizing gaze. Cold, devoid of any warmth.
She faced that gaze, wanting to speak, but found herself unable to utter a word no matter what she did.
"No...it wasn't me." She tried to force the words out, but sadly found that the gaze didn't react at all.
He didn't care whether it was really her who said it, nor whether she truly wanted it. The result was that someone inside her said yes, and he heard it. That's all.
That gaze never disappeared. Meng Chiwan was also unable to move.
Then a strong demonic energy surged into her meridians and sea of consciousness!
She was prepared for the spiritual and demonic energies to clash in her meridians, causing her immense pain. However, unlike before, this time the demonic energy seemed to integrate well into her meridians, and her body showed no signs of rejection.
Only when her meridians were filled with demonic energy was she finally able to speak: "Yun Xianqing, I think... I've fallen into demonic possession."
The tone is uncertain.
She had never seen such a situation before.
Was the demonic energy purified into spiritual energy, or is she now a demon?
Yun Xianqing remained rooted to the spot for some unknown reason, a rare look of pain creeping onto her face.
She unconsciously tightened her grip on Yun Xianqing's hand and asked him what was wrong. Had he also been controlled by that demonic monk?
Ke Yunxianqing was unable to answer for a long time.
When he was conscious, his gaze shifted from her holding his hand to her face.
What can't you bear to do?
Meng Chiwan was puzzled, but Yun Xianqing was destined not to answer her questions.
Because in the next instant, a magical ribbon wrapped around her waist, forcibly pulling her out of Yun Xianqing's arms!
Meng Chiwan immediately reacted and tried to struggle free, but unfortunately, she had spiritual power in her body but could not mobilize it.
She guessed that Yun Xianqing felt the same way.
Therefore, falling into the hands of the demonic monk seemed like a predetermined fate, from which there was no way to escape.
She fell into a gauze curtain, which was soft and squishy underneath, the material of which she couldn't tell.
Her hand froze the moment it touched it.
When she looked up again, she saw the demonic monk smiling at her. Something seemed to flash in his scarlet eyes, but Meng Chiwan couldn't see it clearly.
His face was deathly pale, but his lips and eyes were eerily red. This inexplicably reminded her of the meat her father had brought back.
"My believer, are you willing to perish with me?" The voice was light and indifferent, lacking any real authority.
"I don't want to." She spoke almost without hesitation.
The demonic monk narrowed his eyes slightly, but still smiled, a smile as perfectly drawn as a vermilion brush, without the slightest change: "I'm not asking about you. I'm asking about her."
Meng Chiwan looked at the demonic monk with suspicion, then looked around, confirming that there was indeed no one else around besides her and the demonic monk.
She stood up, stepping on the carpet of flesh beneath her feet, and, suppressing her discomfort, calmly asked, "If you're not asking about me, then are you asking about the things inside my body?"
The demonic monk smiled at her, then nodded lazily: "Do you know why I chose you?"
“…I don’t know,” Meng Chiwan said calmly.
“Because…” the demonic monk spoke very slowly, as if he were deliberately hoisting her high and then slamming her down, “you are a born demon.”
Meng Chiwan looked at the demonic monk without saying a word.
The demonic monk chuckled lightly: "What, you don't believe me?"
This time, Meng Chiwan spoke up: "It's not that I don't believe you, but how can I be convinced by your words alone?"
The demonic monk looked at her, his smile unchanged, a smile that seemed both mocking and sarcastic.
Then, as he spoke meaningfully, her heart suddenly began to pound, as if something was tearing at her heart.
"Look...the thing inside your body...is stirring."
Meng Chiwan gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the strange feeling in her heart, and circulated her spiritual energy, desperately trying to find the cause.
"What is that...?"
Unable to find the words "willing," she managed to utter a few words with difficulty.
The demonic monk did not answer her directly, but simply reached out and touched her chest, stopping an inch away from her skin. Although it was still some distance from her flesh, she inexplicably felt a tingling sensation, as if something was exciting her.
"Why did you come here?" the demonic monk whispered in her ear.
"In order to..." find the immortal herb.
She didn't say what came next.
"To find the immortal herb, right?" the demonic monk asked slowly.
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan looked up, her gaze becoming clearer.
"Then what is the purpose of searching for the immortal herb?" The demonic monk's voice was tinged with laughter, and his words carried a hint of guidance.
In order to... get out of the Immortal Demon Realm.
In order to... eliminate the demonic thoughts in my heart and become a normal person.
As she pondered the answer, the demonic monk spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Eliminate the mind of demonic thoughts."
Meng Chiwan didn't speak, but continued, "But, silly child, this mark on your body can't be removed..."
He laughed, and a hint of joy appeared in his scarlet eyes.
Meng Chiwan listened silently, her heart far from calm as she appeared, but when she spoke, it showed no sign of it: "I don't believe it."
She smiled slightly. It was unclear whether she genuinely disbelieved or was feigning disbelief.
"If you eliminate the demonic thought in your heart, she will create another nest." The demonic monk seemed indifferent to whether she believed him or not, and just kept talking to himself.
Nest Xue?
Before Meng Chiwan could even ask questions, the demon lightly pointed at her chest and sent out a bit of demonic energy.
At this moment, she closed her eyes and circulated her spiritual energy again, and she could clearly see a child sitting cross-legged at her heart in her sea of consciousness, the child grinning.
The child's face was full of joy. He clapped his hands gently, feeling the pleasure of the spiritual energy being absorbed into his body. He chewed it bite by bite, as if celebrating, and shouted again, "I do!"
Meng Chiwan finally realized what was wrong.
It turned out that the "willing" she initially heard was actually a child's voice, but because she had also transformed into a child, she didn't realize something was wrong.
The child looked exactly the same as she had when she was a child.
But in terms of his mental state... he is more like a naive child who has never experienced any of the dangers of the world.
What exactly is this child?
"Do you know... what kind of thing can give birth to a demonic infant?" The demonic monk's voice rang out again, echoing in her ears, as if trying to shatter her defenses inch by inch.
"Are you trying to say that I am the demon?" Meng Chiwan said softly. "But what makes you think that I can be convinced by just a few ambiguous words and a few images of dubious authenticity? As a monk, you shouldn't have used such clumsy techniques to move the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, should you?"
"Clumsy?" The demonic monk repeated the word, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at her. Then, noticing the slight trembling of her robes, he smiled again, "But you're not entirely disbelieving. The person beside you told you that as long as you have a strong will, that's enough, right? But the kind of strength I need isn't like that."
Meng Chiwan pinched her fingertips into her palm, forcing herself to ignore the so-called demonic infant's repeated "willingness," and calmed herself down.
"Then I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to perish with me? I will devour your flesh and blood, and obliterate all your will. Even so, are you still willing?" the demonic monk said in a chilling tone.
"No." Her answer was firm and unwavering this time.
But at the same time, that childlike voice rang out again inside her: "I do."
“I know I can’t beat you now, and I know I can’t escape from you, but I still want to fight for my own survival.” Meng Chiwan closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her tone was firm. “As you said, I am now your follower, and you, as my faith, are you willing to play a game with me?”
There is no other way. Yun Xianqing said all that's needed is a firm will, but how exactly does one need to be firm?
Or is it that... the reason the situation has developed to this point is actually not because she is the one who should be steadfast?
The demonic monk smiled, glanced at her, and seemed to want to know how else she could struggle.
He shook his head and said with pity, "But what right do you have to negotiate with me? Although you are the believer I have chosen, what obligation do I have to play games with a believer like you who is not sincere and steadfast?"
“I have no obligation. But the fact that you haven’t killed me or attacked me directly shows that you want to play with me, your believer. What’s the point of killing me directly? Wouldn’t it be more interesting if I could slowly suffocate and despair?” Meng Chiwan smiled slightly, her eyes shining with piety, as if she was about to surrender at any moment.
The demonic monk pondered for a moment, then clasped his hands together, radiating an evil aura. A faint yet malicious smile appeared on his lips: "But I don't want to play with you."
"You've already played along with me." Meng Chiwan's tone was frivolous, and at first glance, she seemed to possess an evil aura almost identical to that of the demonic monk.
Meng Chiwan continued, "Otherwise, why would you let me see the legendary demonic infant? I should thank you for helping me find the reason for the stagnation of spiritual energy."
The demonic monk lowered his eyes to look at her.
She said, word by word, "So that's why... my spiritual power never grows up. It turns out, there's something gluttonous around..."
Suddenly, she circulated her spiritual power, and the continuous spiritual power grew wildly in her meridians, squeezing out the originally abundant demonic energy. Then, as if a valve had been opened, the spiritual energy mixed with the demonic energy surged into the Heart of the Demon!
"Eat up. Grow up quickly," she murmured softly, in a tone used to coax a child.
But those eyes were fixed straight on her so-called faith.
"Send me some more demonic energy, my faith?" Her pupils inexplicably began to turn red, and her whole body started to tremble, as if she had truly fallen into demonic possession.
The demonic monk laughed heartily, as if he had succeeded.
"I do..."
The child sitting in the heart of the demon began to chew heartily, yet the words she uttered were surprisingly clear; she was slowly growing up...
Author's note: I've been having a terrible writer's block lately...
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