Chapter 29 "It's good to have hope."
She remained silent, looking up. Her palms were sweaty, but the grip on Jinglan remained unchanged.
A faint ray of sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, and in that dim light, a dark figure slowly emerged.
Rustling sounds. Withered branches and scattered leaves turned into fragments.
He deliberately avoided all light, walking in the shade of the trees. He walked very slowly, his gaze seemingly fixed on Meng Chiwan.
She gripped Jinglan's hand tighter, her breath coming in short gasps. The moment she saw that person, she almost wanted to run away.
The man's eyes were pitch black, yet covered with bright red blood vessels. His gaze was fixed on Meng Chiwan, as if he wanted to devour her.
What she found even more striking was that his hands were covered in blood, with even strands of flesh wrapped around his fingers, the bright red drops falling onto the leaves and disappearing into the sound of the stream.
run!
Almost the instant she saw him clearly, Meng Chiwan rushed several meters away!
But in the next instant, she couldn't stop in time and crashed heavily into a barrier.
She fell heavily to the ground, her mind reeling like a jumbled mess, and her vision went black.
She lowered her head, waiting for her vision to clear.
But the moment they saw clearly, all their movements stopped.
The person who was walking slowly just moments before is now squatting down to look at her, extremely close, his dark, bloodshot eyes magnified and reflected in her own.
He tilted his head to the side, his black hair falling down in front of him, his mouth splitting open to reveal sharp teeth, and then his lips grew back, almost extending to the back of his head.
He didn't speak, and Meng Chiwan was so frightened that she couldn't utter a word.
She opened her mouth, forcefully suppressing the urge to scream.
The hand, stained with blood and flesh, touched her knee, which she had injured at some point, and then slowly rubbed it.
The blood and flesh on his hands had seeped into the fabric, sticking wetly to her knees.
Without a doubt, this is a demon. A demon who has just killed people, whose hands are stained with countless amounts of blood.
The truth is, she couldn't beat him, nor could she outrun him.
The barrier that suddenly appeared was his doing.
He suddenly leaned closer, his blood-stained cheek pressed against his, and raised his other hand, seemingly about to do something.
Meng Chiwan's heart almost stopped! Was her death imminent?
But the more nervous she became, the less she could move her body!
But the next moment, she felt a warm sensation on her cheek.
The demon cupped her face, pressed his forehead against hers, and touched her forehead.
Then, the demonic energy circulated. She instantly felt discomfort in her spiritual meridians.
It seems that something is clashing with something within the spiritual vein.
She reached out to push him away, but couldn't move. Her hand trembled, but she couldn't lift it.
She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that her spiritual veins were almost about to explode.
Then the demon released her face and separated her forehead from hers.
A hint of confusion seemed to flash in his eyes.
But the next moment, he broke off one of his hands without hesitation and handed the other hand to Meng Chiwan.
The demon's equally bright red blood stained her entire body.
She was startled and unconsciously leaned back a little.
The demon stared at her, seemingly waiting for something. But for a long while, she made no move.
Although his eyes were dark, a hint of disappointment seemed to flash across them.
Suddenly, she seemed to grasp something, and then, suppressing her discomfort, she tentatively took the hand.
The demon's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he stared intently at her again.
Meng Chiwan was confused, not quite understanding what he wanted her to do. But the next moment, the demon pointed at her mouth.
Meng Chiwan: ...You don't mean I have to eat it, do you?
She hesitated, trying to bring it to her lips, but faced with the demon's expectant gaze, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to eat it.
Then the demon retreated in disappointment, stood up, and seemed to want to help her up.
But she hesitated and didn't dare to hold his hand, which was covered in bits of meat.
The next instant, the demon narrowed his eyes and looked intently behind her.
Something seems to be rapidly approaching this area!
Meng Chiwan stood up, gripped Jinglan tightly again, and then turned to look behind her.
The sound of running footsteps grew closer and closer, and in the next instant, she clearly saw the face of the person running towards her.
Wen Lian Song! It's actually Wen Lian Song!
She was happy to finally meet someone she knew when she saw a huge monster chasing after Wen Liansong!
The monster caught up with Wen Liansong in a few steps, opened its blood-red maw, and was about to chew and devour Wen Liansong in an instant.
At the critical moment, she unleashed a powerful attack, attempting to repel the demonic beast!
Before Jinglan could even reach it, it was about to close its teeth and bite Wen Liansong off at the waist!
Meng Chiwan was anxious, but she was at a loss for what to do.
The next moment, a burst of demonic energy shot out, slicing the monster open from its gaping maw!
She turned around and saw the demon grinning at her, as if wanting to curry favor. Then he walked closer, lowered his head, and nuzzled her cheek.
She tentatively touched his head, and he suddenly stopped moving, then rubbed against her head even more frequently.
Meng Chiwan patted him, indicating that she was going to check on Wen Liansong's condition.
The demon nodded.
Then, to her astonishment, he picked her up and walked step by step to Wen Lian Song's side.
She was so surprised she couldn't speak. She didn't understand why at first. But when she saw Wen Liansong, she suddenly understood something.
All that could be seen was that Wen Liansong was clearly radiating demonic energy, and a heart with a clear black and white boundary was beating violently in the left side of his chest.
Meng Chiwan had clearly never seen the Heart of the Demon of Thought before, but at this moment, she was certain that this was the Heart of the Demon of Thought.
The heart in her chest was beating in unison.
She herself couldn't see it, but everyone else could, including the demon who was currently holding her.
According to the definition of the Demon Heart in the cultivation world, isn't this clearly telling everyone who can see her that she is from the demon faction?
Amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, Wen Liansong exclaimed in surprise, "You also possess the heart of a demon?"
The demon put her down, and she nodded weakly.
"You also got separated from Jiang Yi?" she asked.
While in the old house, she realized that Jiang Yi's relationship with Wen Liansong was not simply one of pursuit and being pursued; on the contrary, the two seemed to have an unusually close relationship.
"Once you get here, where you're assigned to is purely a matter of luck," Wen Liansong nodded, her tone seemingly a little downcast.
"Then how do we get out?" Meng Chiwan asked.
"You know nothing, young lady?" Wen Liansong seemed somewhat surprised. "Among all cultivators, how could anyone not know about the Immortal Demon Realm?"
"I'm just a rogue cultivator who has been living in a remote border region, so I'm somewhat isolated from information," Meng Chiwan explained.
"The condition for triggering the closure of the Immortal Demon Realm is that one faction is completely killed," Wen Liansong said in a heavy tone.
"One side?" Meng Chiwan had some guesses in her mind.
“For example, you should be able to see the demonic energy and the demonic heart on my body. Similarly, I can also see the demonic energy on you,” Wen Liansong said with a sigh.
Meng Chiwan: "So...we're all in the demon faction?"
“Logically speaking, we are in a neutral camp, but those cultivators will not let go of those of us with demonic thoughts. They dare not gamble that we are purely good people,” Wen Liansong said.
Meng Chiwan suddenly remembered what Lin Ruyuan and Lin Jinsheng had said before. The righteous sects, such as the Immortal Alliance, always dealt with the Heart of the Demonic Thought by eradicating it completely and leaving no future trouble.
She fell silent, and Wen Liansong continued, "However..."
Her gaze was fixed on Wen Liansong.
"I've heard that there's another condition for closing the Immortal Demon Realm," Wen Liansong said after a moment's hesitation.
Meng Chiwan asked, "What?"
“Someone can gather the immortal herbs deep within the secret realm, reverse the factions, and muddy the waters, turning the Immortal Demon Secret Realm into a murky pool where no victor can be determined,” Wen Liansong said, word by word.
Meng Chiwan's eyes lit up instantly. The demon beside her, sensing her thoughts, nuzzled against her again.
"But don't be too happy yet. The reason it can be something that reverses the outcome is because obtaining it is extremely difficult, with only a slim chance of survival. The Immortal Demon Realm has been open for thousands of years, and only a handful of people have managed to collect the immortal herb," Wen Liansong continued.
Meng Chiwan chuckled softly and said, "It's good that there's hope."
Looking at her instantly brightening smile, Wen Liansong suddenly laughed as well: "I came here to enter the Immortal Demon Secret Realm to collect immortal herbs. You didn't know, did you? That stuff can dissolve the heart of demonic thoughts."
Meng Chiwan solemnly said, "Then I wish us all the best."
After these words, there was no doubt that the two possessors of the Mind Demon Heart had become allies.
Fortunately, there were other ways to break the deadlock. Otherwise, she would not have wanted to kill others if she had to, but if it really came to the point where she would be killed if she didn't kill her enemy, she would not be merciful.
It's all about living.
When she said "May everything go smoothly," she suddenly felt like laughing.
How could someone be so unlucky in everything?
Fortunately, it was just a laugh; he still had to keep living.
“Where is the depths? And where are we?” Meng Chiwan then asked.
"It's hard to say. Although it's called the depths, there's no clear definition. We can only take it one step at a time. But it's said that the deeper you go, the more things like... the one next to you will appear." Wen Liansong glanced at the demon rubbing against her side, paused for a moment, and then said.
Meng Chiwan nodded, and then heard her say, "I don't quite understand what's going on with you either. Logically speaking, demons, like cultivators, would exterminate neutrals like us. But perhaps something unexpected happened, and he mistook you for one of his own kind."
Meng Chiwan pushed the demon away, unable to understand why. But there was no time for her to ponder it now; she needed to find the immortal herb quickly. The two set off together, heading towards one side of the forest.
Since it's impossible to tell which side is deeper, you can only wander wherever you please.
For some reason, the demon kept following Meng Chiwan.
They didn't encounter anything along the way, which made Meng Chiwan wonder if they were going the wrong way and heading further and further away.
Until a spell flew in from a hundred meters away, the spiritual power contained within it almost burned through the entire forest.
Author's Note: Finally finished writing... So sleepy... I sat in front of the computer all afternoon and didn't write a single word. Deadlines really do have a powerful effect! [Sprinkling flowers] The copywriting part is really fast (I'll just make a promise first, hahaha) [Milk tea]
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