"Senior sister, it's been a long time. You probably never imagined you'd end up in my hands." The devilishly handsome man pinched the other woman's chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up at him.
Wan Ge looked into the other person's crimson eyes: "You've become a demonic cultivator."
"Yes, Senior Sister... If I hadn't become a demonic cultivator, how do you think I would have crawled out of the demonic cave?"
"I'm sorry..." Wan Ge lowered her head, her eyes filled with guilt.
"Hahaha, sorry? Is that all you've ever said to me? After all these years, don't I hold any place in your heart at all? Senior sister, we met first, and we've spent more time together."
You said you'd always protect me, you said I was very important to you. But you still abandoned me for him. Why?
As he spoke, the man's beautiful face showed obvious sadness; his lovely eyes were misty with tears, and a single tear fell from his eye.
"I... um..." Wan Ge was about to say that she didn't, but an aggressive kiss silenced her, giving her no chance to speak.
"You don't need to say anything more. I won't believe you anymore. Senior sister, you are mine, and you can only be mine."
Wan Ge reached out her hand, wanting to wipe away his tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears he shed.
Finally, the other person grabbed her wrist, preventing her from wiping away his tears. However, not long after, the person crying changed.
"Qi Zhao! Don't go too far!"
…
…
Qi Zhao was soaking in the icy spring water, but he didn't feel cold at all. His scarlet eyes looked even redder, and red marks appeared faintly on his body.
The feeling of being engulfed by flames swept over his entire body.
In order to survive his escape from the demon's lair, he swallowed the Heart of the Flame Demon. Although he gained great power, every full moon night, the burning sensation of flames would engulf his entire body, even when he was soaking in the coldest water.
The pain would last all night, and it happened repeatedly every month. Sometimes he felt like he was being driven crazy by the pain.
Because of this, his appearance and personality changed drastically. He even thought about dying countless times at night, but the face that appeared in his mind made him extremely unwilling.
While Qi Zhao was enduring the pain, another voice echoed in his mind—the voice of the Flame Demon.
Although he killed the Flame Demon, he also devoured its heart, so it was not completely dead.
The Flame Demon spoke in a seemingly seductive voice: "Qi Zhao, stop struggling. Merge with me. If you merge with me, you will no longer be in pain. If you merge with me, you will gain even greater power. Qi Zhao... Qi Zhao..."
"Shut up!" Qi Zhao knew the other person was bewitching him; he had long since become his own inner demon. Was the version of himself that had merged with him still himself?
Qi Zhao knew that after merging with him, he would no longer be himself, so he never agreed, even though he suffered excruciating pain every month.
"Qi Zhao, why are you doing this? The only reason you survived was to become stronger and to get that woman, right? Now that you've merged with me, what don't you want?"
Qi Zhao simply ignored him, and continued to close her eyes, enduring the pain that was inflicted on her body.
…
In the afternoon, Wan Ge finally woke up.
"Girl, you're awake." A stunningly beautiful girl appeared before Wan Ge.
Wan Ge could sense that the other party was also a demonic cultivator, just not very powerful. However, in the current world, whether one is a demonic cultivator or an immortal cultivator, as long as one possesses the ability to protect oneself, both are good choices.
However... too many demonic cultivators resorted to any means to gain power, and eventually they truly became demons. Therefore, demonic cultivators were gradually suppressed and despised by the righteous path.
However, there are people with ulterior motives in both the immortal and demon realms, so it is inappropriate to judge who is good and who is bad based on this.
…
"Who are you?" Wan Ge asked, somewhat puzzled.
The woman replied softly, "Girl, my name is Jin Yue. I was sent by His Majesty to serve you. You can tell me if you need anything."
Where are the others?
"His Majesty is currently discussing matters with the elders and will likely return shortly."
Wan Ge grunted in agreement. When she got up, she could still feel soreness in her body. Even though she was a cultivator, her body had not fully recovered, which showed just how beastly the other party was.
Wan Ge took a deep breath, and when Jin Yue, who was standing next to her, tried to help her up, she suddenly felt a burning sensation on her hand.
Jin Yue instantly understood that Zun Shang had placed a restriction on the girl in front of her, and anyone who touched her would be burned by the flames.
She was just a minor demonic cultivator; how could she possibly withstand the Venerable One's raging flames?
Wan Ge noticed it too, took out a bottle of medicine, and tossed it to her without touching it: "Apply this ointment to your face."
Jin Yue sensed that the spiritual energy contained in the medicine in her hand was quite strong, indicating that this bottle of medicine was a very good one: "Miss, are you going to give this bottle of medicine to me?"
Jin Yue was clearly incredulous: "Weren't you injured? Of course it's for you."
"Thank you, young lady." Jin Yue was overjoyed.
The immortal cultivators were numerous and powerful, and had basically plundered all the cultivation resources. It was extremely difficult for demonic cultivators like them to cultivate. People like the Venerable One and the Elder were extremely rare among demonic cultivators.
It's already difficult enough for them to cultivate, let alone minor demonic cultivators like them.
It's better to be a demonic cultivator than an ordinary person. Nowadays, ordinary people can easily become victims of a fight, or even die without knowing when they'll encounter immortals or demons.
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