Now that my older cousin calls me Qingxue, what is there that I don't understand?
However, when I went to gather herbs, I wore a disguise mask specially made by the Demon Lord Dugu, which was very different from my original appearance. I don't know how he recognized me.
Before I could think, the fan at my feet scattered all over the ground, and I was once again tied to that winding, intertwined blue cherry blossom tree.
An altar inscribed with ancient runes appeared in the center of the tree, and I, as an offering, was naturally placed in the center of the offering table.
My older cousin, dressed in red, fell at my feet. He tried desperately to grab me, but to no avail. Although his cultivation level was considered high in the Heavenly Realm, he was powerless against my second uncle.
It is widely rumored that my second aunt's husband was born weak, a sickly man who could not stand the wind and was always out of breath. If it weren't for my second aunt taking a liking to him and forcibly taking him to the Heavenly Court to become her husband, he would have been a great man.
He only recovered after receiving the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill bestowed by my maternal grandfather. Later, he was personally taught the Flowing Heart Technique, and he gradually got better.
Even so, he was still just a minor deity with mediocre cultivation.
It seems that people have misunderstood my second uncle quite a bit. His cultivation level is probably not much different from that of several emperors now.
What has he been trying to achieve by hiding his talents from the world all these years?
Why have you brought me to this strange place? What do you want to do? Is it just to kill me?
I have no past grudges or recent hatred towards him. He couldn't possibly have killed me just because my older cousin likes me, could he?
Or perhaps my flesh is so special that I'm destined to be offered to some extraordinary monster—I had no time to think about it further.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose, thunder rumbled, and streaks of blue light attacked me from all directions. I thought to myself, "I'm really going to die here now." But to my surprise, the blue light did not attack me. It just circled around me, as if it were sizing me up.
At the same time, the little white dog under my feet barked a few times, and the blue light seemed to go crazy, drilling into my body and flowing into my dantian. The spiritual power that had long been dead in my body seemed to come alive. As more and more blue light entered my body, the spiritual power in my body also increased, as if it was about to explode.
I summoned the Netherworld Fire and tried my best to refine the ever-increasing spiritual power. However, I was still just a fledgling bird that had only recently shed its molt feathers. Faced with such a massive amount of spiritual power, I simply couldn't refine it in a short time. In desperation, I had no choice but to seal it all away.
Just as I was casting the hand seals and initiating the sealing incantation, my second uncle, who had been so confident, suddenly became anxious.
"You mere ants dare to stop my Holy Ancestor from returning; you are overestimating yourselves."
He interrupted the spirit-sealing spell that was already halfway complete, and I suffered a backlash. I immediately vomited about half a ladle of blood, feeling as if I had been struck by lightning. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and I could no longer suppress the increasing spiritual power within my body. I lost consciousness in no time.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a delicate plum blossom tree hollow, all alone, with a cold wind blowing outside.
For some reason, I felt incredibly powerful and wanted to fight someone. I've lived for three thousand years and this is the first time I've ever felt this way. Could it be that my demon bloodline has awakened? If my father knew, he would probably hold me and cry for three days and three nights.
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