Chapter 104 Spring Returns to the Earth.
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan tightened her grip on the umbrella handle, her expression turning somewhat cold.
"That might have been true before, but it's not true now."
A ritual implement can only recognize one master. If it has two masters, there are only three possibilities.
Or: He's lying.
Or: the pact she made with the umbrella of sorrow was fake.
Finally: One of them was dead.
She examined her spiritual realm; the contract didn't seem fake. And the young man didn't appear to be lying either.
That would be the last possibility.
Meng Chiwan was certainly not dead, so someone else must have died.
"I really don't like it when you open your mouth." The boy's rough voice brushed past Meng Chiwan's ear, sounding extremely unpleasant to others.
Meng Chiwan immediately retorted, "I don't like what you say either. Why can't I take it with me?"
She quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic.
The boy did not speak.
The pus-filled things around her were approaching Meng Chiwan.
Meng Chiwan stood there, saying nothing more.
Only after she raised her hand and slashed away a thing that looked like a giant abscess with her sword did the young man say, "If you take away the Questioning Umbrella, not only here, but also in the Demon Realm outside, such things may appear. They are inexhaustible and cannot be eradicated."
Meng Chiwan frowned, still pondering the meaning behind his words. When she looked down, she saw the sticky fluid or pus left on the sword from when it was cut, throbbing on the blade and slowly wriggling upwards, about to touch her hand.
Seeing the bubbles constantly rising from it, Meng Chiwan quickly released her grip on the sword.
It's really disgusting.
Jinglan slipped from her hand and hovered in mid-air, as if it were about to be swallowed whole by the slime. The sword emitted a dull hum, as if protesting, or as if making a final struggle.
Meng Chiwan immediately formed hand seals with her fingertips, casting a purification spell and a cleansing incantation, but it had no effect on the thing whatsoever.
Meng Chiwan closed her eyes briefly, then unleashed a Thunderstorm Talisman, instantly detonating it and shattering the slime.
Jinglan was also pulled out the moment the slime exploded, entering the barrier that she had instantly erected, and landed steadily in Meng Chiwan's hand.
The person inside the barrier was still holding the umbrella, seemingly without expending any effort.
The slime was scattered everywhere by the explosion, but it still crawled toward Meng Chiwan, looking both disgusting and bizarre.
Meng Chiwan then raised her eyes and looked at the young man, saying, "You've been dead for so long, do you still want to be a riddle teller? Is it because you don't want these things to pollute the Demon Realm, or are you simply unwilling to ask the Sorrowful Umbrella? Do you know the answer in your heart?"
The boy laughed, his laughter like a dull knife scraping against a bluestone slab: "You speak sharply. I do have selfish motives, but it is truly for the good of the Demon Realm."
Meng Chiwan scoffed, "You've indeed been dead for far too long, unaware of the current relationship between the various immortal sects and the Demon Realm. Even if the Demon Realm were wiped out, the immortal sects wouldn't care. And I, coincidentally, am now a member of the immortal sect. So what does it matter to me if you say it's for the good of the Demon Realm?"
The words weren't sincere, but the relationship between the various sects of the immortals and the demon realm was accurate.
The boy paused, his blank face disappearing back into the shadows: "Mu Qi, is he still the Demon Lord?"
Meng Chiwan had no obligation to answer him, so she naturally remained silent.
The young man chuckled and gently rang the bell twice: "That incident caused such a big fuss back then. I wonder if Mu Qi ended up marrying Meng Ting'er. In the end, our Meng family in Jingtai has to rely on a woman."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan knew that he might know what had happened to her mother, so she asked, "You know about Meng Ting'er and Mu Qi? Who exactly are you?"
The boy didn't answer, seemingly retaliating for her earlier silence.
Meng Chiwan said helplessly, "Mu Qi is naturally the Demon Lord."
The boy then said, "Who would have thought that Mu Qi would actually fall in love with that good-for-nothing Meng Ting'er? It's a pity that he has so much blood on his hands, how could Meng Ting'er be with him? I wonder what Meng Ting'er's final fate will be."
Meng Chiwan wanted to know more, but no matter how she tried to get information out of him, he refused to mention those things again.
"If you want to take the Sorrowful Umbrella away, either sever its connection to this place, or cleanse this place of its filth and let it see the light of day again. Otherwise, even if you take it away, it will return here again," the boy said in a deep voice.
Meng Chiwan didn't speak, but calmed down and felt the connection between the Umbrella of Sorrow and this place.
The boy continued, "Or you can leave it here with me, just like all these years ago. That would be perfect. With the Sorrowful Umbrella's suppression, these things can't escape no matter what."
More and more slime crawled toward her, and a few drops of slime fell from the tree, dripping onto the umbrella of sorrow, and were instantly evaporated.
He's telling the truth.
She could indeed detect a thick rope made of thousands of fine threads twisted together in her spiritual realm. It was transparent and emitted a golden holy light. But strangely, the holy light did not seem to originate from the rope itself, but rather seemed to emanate from something shining upon it.
She was about to investigate further when she caught a glimpse of a sticky substance about to stain her skirt. He immediately withdrew from his spiritual abode and began to prepare a killing technique.
But before the killing technique could be released, the slime disappeared.
She turned her head, and Yun Xianqing looked at her innocently, as if she hadn't done anything.
She naturally wanted to take the umbrella with her.
Therefore, she only had two paths to take: sever the connection between the Umbrella of Sorrow and this place, or clean this place up.
The first path is likely blocked. Since the Sorrowful Umbrella is suppressing these things here, it would be selfish and inappropriate for her to sever the connection between this place and it.
She chose the second path: to clean this place up.
As for how to clean it up, that requires some thought; we can't just blow it all up with thunderstorm talismans.
Even if she had brought enough Thunderstorm Talismans, they wouldn't have been able to completely kill these things.
Meng Chiwan entered the Spirit Palace again, wanting to see the source of the holy light.
The spiritual abode was illuminated by the holy light. Meng Chiwan and Qi Chen explored the spiritual abode and finally discovered a golden lotus.
The holy light emanated from the golden lotus.
After finding Jinlian, she examined the thin rope of the umbrella more closely and discovered something else.
Meng Chiwan examined it carefully and finally confirmed that several of the transparent threads had extended out and were intertwined with the petals of the golden lotus.
The golden lotus was clearly given to her by a Buddhist practitioner. But why is it connected to the questioning umbrella?
She didn't understand for a moment.
However, the most urgent task at hand is to get rid of these unknown things. They look bizarre, disgusting, and comical, and some of them even resemble human figures.
A humanoid shape. It no longer looks comical, but rather somewhat eerie.
The air was damp and sticky, thick with a musty, earthy smell, thick with fog.
More and more mounds of earth began to throb violently, and things kept crawling out of them, then one after another crawled toward her.
Meng Chiwan stopped looking at the boy and channeled her spiritual energy into the Questioning Sorrow Umbrella.
The Umbrella of Sorrow swirled in mid-air, casting a holy light downwards. Small patches of slime dissolved and burrowed into the ground.
As the umbrella of sorrow rises higher and higher, the area it illuminates expands, and more and more viscous fluid is dissolved.
Most of them are destroyed silently, but there are some exceptions.
For example, the human-shaped figure made two "hoho" sounds before it was dissolved, sounding like both pain and relief.
As more and more humanoid figures crawled out of the mound, the eerie and unsettling feeling grew stronger.
The area was simply too vast, and there was far too much to be transformed. Even though she had reached the Nascent Soul stage, she ultimately felt the strain.
Moreover, Yun Xianqing was continuously supplying her with spiritual energy. However, whether it was due to his physical body or some other reason she didn't know, his power was also quite limited.
Meng Chiwan felt increasingly strained, and she almost couldn't catch her breath. The spiritual energy in the spiritual vein was being drawn away little by little, flowing away like a spring until the river dried up.
Only by standing on high ground could she fully see how big this place really was.
Even with her best efforts, the sheer number of things was still overwhelming. So overwhelming that she couldn't help but wonder how a single Sorrowful Umbrella could possibly suppress so many.
The boy's voice came from the damp air, sounding as unpleasant as ever: "Give up. You and him alone can't completely eliminate these things. Even if Wenbei Umbrella recognizes you as its master, you still won't be able to fully unleash its power."
Yes. Maybe he hit the nail on the head.
It's because she wasn't able to fully unleash the power of the Questioning Umbrella.
Meng Chiwan's vision blurred. She instinctively wanted to stop and sever the bridge that was supplying spiritual power to the Wenbei Umbrella, but for some reason, the Wenbei Umbrella was still absorbing her spiritual power, just like a greedy gambler craving money.
For the first time, Meng Chiwan felt that she might die inexplicably because of her mission to save the world.
I ask about the umbrella. It seems I can't take it with me.
I wonder how Yun Xianqing is doing. His spiritual power has been gradually weakening since earlier, and now I have no idea what's going on with him.
In her hazy state of consciousness, she entered the spiritual realm once more.
The golden lotus was slowly approaching the small mark symbolizing the Umbrella of Inquiry, and the silk threads connecting it to the Umbrella were getting thicker and brighter.
The next moment, Jinlian reached into the mark of the Questioning Umbrella and completely merged with it.
Meng Chiwan was ejected from the Spirit Palace.
In an instant, the umbrella of sorrow shone brightly with golden light, illuminating the entire desolate abyss.
Meng Chiwan opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure.
He radiated a holy light, his hands clasped together, and the look he gave her and the others was filled with compassion.
Although it was just a phantom, the moment it appeared, Meng Chiwan's empty and depleted spiritual veins were instantly filled with pure spiritual energy, as if spring had returned to the earth.
The umbrella of sorrow is positioned in mid-air, its surface partially obscuring a giant golden lotus.
In that instant, Meng Chiwan had only one thought.
This time, we absolutely must ask him who he really is.
Ask him what the connection is between asking about the umbrella of sorrow.
We should also ask why he has helped her so many times.
She wanted an answer.
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