Chapter 111 The Moonlit Flower.
The moment her fingertips touched the petals of the moonflower, they curled up, as if unable to withstand the surging malevolent energy emanating from him, and fine powder fell in a flurry.
Meng Chiwan's pupils contracted sharply. She suddenly raised her hand, and Jinglan bent into a bow. The bowstring condensed into a sword interwoven with gold and blue, pointing directly at Mu Qi's heart: "If you dare to harm even one person from the Immortal Alliance, I will destroy this flower."
These words seemed to have struck a nerve with Mu Qi. His demonic energy surged suddenly, and the threads binding Wen Liansong and the others around their necks tightened instantly. The group groaned, and the bloodstains on their necks deepened.
A fierce killing intent surged in his dark pupils: "You dare? As you said, this is the only trace she left in the world. Are you willing to part with it?"
Meng Chiwan's pupils trembled slightly, but her hand holding the bowstring did not waver in the slightest, pointing steadily at Mu Qi's heart.
Her voice trembled: "I'm willing to give it up."
She did not back down in the slightest: "If Mother were here, she would certainly not want to see you slaughtering living beings in the name of her. She stayed in the Immortal Alliance to protect the Immortal Alliance, to protect justice, and to protect the peace and tranquility of the world. Similarly, she loves you, perhaps she loves the you of the past, not the insane version of you you are now."
She raised her hand, and a few more strands of spiritual power condensed at her fingertips: "Today, either you release them and retire to the Demon Realm, never to set foot in the mortal world again; or I will perish with you, and go with you to the underworld to ask Mother if she would like to see you in this state."
Mu Qi stared at her, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he sneered and said, "My dear daughter, you said you wanted to die with me. Do you deserve it? You're just a mere early-stage Mahayana cultivator."
Meng Chiwan released the bowstring: "Of course I'm a matchmaker."
The golden arrow, imbued with a sharp spiritual energy, pierced the air and headed towards Mu Qi!
The thunderclouds receded, and the golden sun shone upon the earth.
At the same time, the golden lotus inside her body was slowly rotating faster and faster, as if it wanted to break through her thin body.
But in the end, it only emitted a golden light that clung to the golden arrow.
Mu Qi stared at the golden arrow, neither retreating nor dodging, his eyes filled with contempt.
What does the early stage of the first Mahayana period count as?
He didn't even change his posture in the slightest; he merely raised his eyes slightly and tightened the threads, yet not a sound was heard.
As Mu Qi was wondering, he looked up again and quickly condensed a stream of demonic energy to block the sword intent that was heading straight for his face!
The silk threads that Venerable Fuyue was unable to sever were instantly cut by the arrow formed from the golden light, and the group fell rapidly!
Without Meng Chiwan saying anything, the members of the Immortal Alliance automatically stepped forward and caught the group.
At that moment, Meng Chiwan gently exhaled a breath of stale air, whether she was saying it to Mu Qi or just to herself, it was unclear: "Of course I'm worthy."
No matter how many negative voices you hear, as long as you still believe in yourself, there is always hope.
Meng Chiwan, you are certainly worthy of her.
She repeated it to herself.
The Buddha's cultivation has vanished, but what he left her has never disappeared.
The moment that sword intent struck, Mu Qi's first instinct was not to protect himself, but to protect the Moonflower in his hand.
He was never as calm as he appeared on the surface; he was afraid of going mad, afraid that there would be no trace of Meng Ting'er left in this world.
After breaking through the seal with great difficulty, when he smelled the fragrance of grass in the air for the first time in a long time, his first thought was of the rain he had listened to under the eaves of Meng Ting'er's house.
But if he crawls out, Meng Ting'er will no longer exist in this world... He didn't want to think about it anymore.
He vaguely remembered that it was the winter of the thirteenth year of Zhaoye.
He closed his eyes, lowered his head to smell the moonflower, and then finally raised his eyes to look at the child who was as inseparable from him as blood.
Those who have cultivated to such a level as him will no longer age, so he still looks handsome and dashing. Standing next to Meng Chiwan, no one would guess that the two are father and daughter.
He suddenly thought that it would be great if Meng Ting'er were here.
Perhaps they will also be a family that everyone envies, and have a happy and fulfilling life. Their daughter will no longer have to grow up in hardship and uncertainty, nor will she have to bear so many curses; she can grow up in love.
However, all of these things depended on the condition that Meng Ting'er was alive.
She actually left him and Meng Chiwan alone in this world.
Mu Qi wasn't angry that Meng Chiwan had used a diversionary tactic to save her companion. He smiled gently, as if the two were truly a close father and daughter with no grudges: "Your kindness and loyalty naturally please your mother. However, she still doesn't want to see you and me. We need to find a way to get her out."
Upon hearing his words, Meng Chiwan felt a terrible premonition pounding in her heart, like a wind chime hanging in the wind.
Mu Qi beckoned, and the demonic monk came to his side.
“This time I won’t do it myself, so she won’t hate me when she gets out.” Mu Qi paused and said, “But since she already hates me that much, it seems there’s no need to do it again.”
Meng Chiwan didn't have a thorough understanding of what was going on between her parents, and she couldn't understand why Mu Qi always thought that Meng Ting'er hated him.
Mu Qi didn't speak, and Meng Ting'er couldn't bring herself to say it.
Meng Chiwan naturally had no way of knowing.
The moment the demonic monk made his move, the demon army that had been lying in wait also swarmed in, shouting "May the Demon Lord live forever!" in rough voices, their momentum so fierce that it seemed they wanted to crush the entire Immortal Alliance.
With an overwhelming surge of sword intent, Meng Chiwan touched the ground with her toes, her clothes fluttering like butterflies about to take flight. The Jinglan Bow hummed in her hands, and with each vibration of the bowstring, several spiritual arrows were condensed, their tails trailing the warm light of golden lotuses, piercing through the demon soldiers' demonic barriers.
"Kill!" The demon army roared as they charged forward, their sharp claws and fangs gleaming coldly under the golden crow. Their demonic energy condensed into a black tide that blotted out the sky, threatening to devour the members of the Immortal Alliance.
Despite the fierce battle, the disciples of the Immortal Alliance all had resolute eyes. They unleashed their swords and talismans simultaneously, and the collision of spiritual light and demonic energy exploded into a sky full of sparks. The stench of blood mixed with the smell of burnt grass and trees permeated the world.
Wen Liansong and the others had just been rescued when he stepped forward, clutching the bloodstains on his neck, sword in hand, his sword energy like a rainbow: "Chi Wan, I'm here to help you!"
Behind her, several senior disciples of the Immortal Alliance helped each other to their feet. Although their spiritual energy was depleted, they still formed a defensive array to protect the remaining ordinary disciples behind them.
Meng Chiwan caught a glimpse of the bloodied figures fighting on the battlefield, and her spiritual power at her fingertips grew even more intense: "Mu Qi, look at this world! Is this what you wanted?"
Her voice pierced through the sounds of battle, clear as a bell, "You keep saying you care about your mother, yet you let the justice she protected with her life vanish, and let the lives she cherished be ravaged!"
Mu Qi stood atop the demonic tide, his fingertips gently caressing the Moonflower in his arms. The petals curled up even more due to the surrounding malevolent energy, and fine powder fell onto his black robes, like stars.
Upon hearing this, he merely raised his eyes indifferently, the surging demonic energy within them darkening the heavens and earth: "Justice? The mortal realm?"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. The demonic monk's demonic energy surged, transforming into a giant demon tens of feet tall, wielding a bone staff and smashing it fiercely towards the Immortal Alliance's formation!
The great formation trembled violently, its spiritual light dimmed, and several elders simultaneously coughed up blood, causing the formation's core to teeter on the verge of collapse.
Meng Chiwan's heart tightened, and the golden lotus inside her body spun more and more rapidly. Warm currents flowed through her limbs and bones, and the spiritual power she had previously lost was rapidly recovering.
She drew the bowstring taut, the golden and blue arrow shaft radiating the full brilliance of the golden lotus, its tip aimed at the troll's brow.
This was no longer the time to worry about whether it would hurt Lin Shuchun. Her priority was to protect all those who were alive and still had hope!
The golden arrow pierced the sky, and the demonic energy it cleaved through turned into black smoke and dissipated. The golden light at the tip of the arrow grew brighter and brighter, and it even faintly possessed a holy power that suppressed the demonic energy.
The golden lotus in her sea of consciousness spun rapidly, bringing out beams of golden light. These beams of light merged into every strand of her spiritual energy, imbuing each of her attacks with holy power.
The golden arrow flew towards the brow of the giant demon that the demonic monk had conjured, carrying the power to pierce through wind and clouds, and blocked the barrier that the demonic monk had raised.
The golden arrow spun rapidly, as if it would pierce through the barrier and go straight to his brow at any moment.
Meng Chiwan narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand, and prepared to shoot another arrow.
Mu Qi didn't even glance at Meng Chiwan. Instead, he looked down at the shrunken petals and leaves of the Moonflower, stroked the flower with one hand, and slightly raised the other, casting a magic spell in Meng Chiwan's direction.
Meng Chiwan's golden arrow instantly changed direction and shot out!
The golden arrow collided with the demonic blade, unleashing a deafening roar. The shockwave sent the surrounding demon soldiers flying several meters away, and the Immortal Alliance's grand formation shattered completely due to this force.
Meng Chiwan was shaken and staggered backward, her heart churning with a metallic taste, but she gritted her teeth, gripped the Jinglan tightly, and once again channeled her spiritual power into it.
Kill Mu Qi!
Only by killing Mu Qi can the world be at peace, and only then can these people survive.
Meng Chiwan turned her head to look at the disheveled crowd beside her, and a surge of resentment suddenly welled up in her mind, like a storm at sea, threatening to engulf her consciousness!
Kill Mu Qi!
Meng Chiwan sheathed the shockwave, transforming it into a sword, and then she charged forward with the sword.
Only when the sword intent pierced through the swirling demonic energy did Meng Chiwan's sword tip stop just an inch in front of Mu Qi's heart.
Mu Qi looked down at her, his eyes devoid of murderous intent, only a bottomless desolation, as if he were looking at an old, broken object.
His fingertips still gently caressed the Moonflower, its petals unfurling slightly in his palm, and fine golden powder fell onto the spine of her sword, cool as frost.
"You can't kill me." His voice was soft, drowning out the sounds of fighting behind him. "Even with the blessing of the Golden Lotus, the sword intent of the early Mahayana stage cannot completely destroy my consciousness and body."
Meng Chiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
But then he continued, "That's why she only sealed me away. She doesn't love me."
Meng Chiwan's hands trembled, the sword blade hummed as it tried to break free, and the golden lotus in her sea of consciousness spun so fast it almost tore her meridians apart.
Resentment and blood ties tore wildly within her. Looking at his handsome yet indifferent eyes, and at the moonflower in his arms that bore the marks of her mother, she suddenly teared up: "Why did it have to come to this?"
Why did he have to push her, everyone else, and even himself, to this point?
Everyone knows that immortals and demons are irreconcilable enemies. But things are much better now; the world has been at peace for a long time.
All we need to do is maintain the status quo.
She lowered her eyes, deep in thought.
Mu Qi lightly deflected her sword, scoffed, and said, "Do you think the world is at peace? Then what about what happened to the Yun family, and what about the curse on you?"
Meng Chiwan's lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a word.
He continued, "Meng Chiwan, you were actually raised on the blood of the Demon Slayer and those innocent people. What do you think the Breath-Promoting Pill your mother begged for you really was?"
His smile was cruel.
It was as if she wanted to slice the world open with a knife and reveal it all to her.
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