Chapter 136 Finally Willing to See Me?: The cultivators who had been observing from the sidelines all scattered like birds and beasts, each fleeing for their own lives in the face of disaster. ...
The monks who had been observing from the sidelines all scattered like birds and beasts, each fleeing for their own lives as disaster struck.
Some people even looked back while fleeing, still harboring doubts.
Everyone knows that the young master of Feixian Palace is a cripple. She fled from Qingfeng Sect without a fight and then disappeared for three years. Perhaps what she just did was a desperate attack...
When she turned around, she met the gaze of the blindfolded cultivator looking up at her. Her scalp tingled, and she felt as if the other person's gaze was locked on her, even though she was clearly the famous blind man on the continent.
This understanding comes from the fact that the Palace Master of Feixian Palace often went to great lengths to find elixirs for his daughter.
It's hard for anyone not to know that she has a blind daughter; she's arguably the most famous second-generation immortal in mainland China, bar none.
"Whether they can see it or not, why hasn't the Flying Immortal Palace uttered a single truthful word these past few years?" He tightened his hand seals again and vanished from the vicinity of the city wall in an instant.
Xi Congshuang did not linger. She grabbed Su Wenxin's wrist from behind, and the teleportation array beneath her feet lit up, causing her to disappear from the spot.
With a blur before her eyes, Su Wenxin stepped onto solid ground again, still unable to see where she was, and steadied herself against the person in front of her.
Seeing the thin red mark on the corner of her lips, Su Wenxin said anxiously, "You've vomited blood again."
She raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, but someone grabbed her wrist, and Xi Congshuang shook her head at her.
"It's dirty, don't touch it." Xi Congshuang let go and wiped away the bloodstains with a handkerchief. "It's nothing, I'll meditate for a while and I'll be fine. No one will dare to chase after me tonight, but you have to be careful not to step out of the barrier."
As they spoke, an ice-blue array lit up beneath their feet, and an invisible barrier enveloped a radius of twenty paces around them before they disappeared into the night.
Su Wenxin was amazed by Xi Congshuang's strength more than once. She could not create formations at will like Xi Congshuang, or draw formations in mid-air and set up formations. She could only take Xi Congshuang away with the teleportation talisman.
This was what they had agreed upon: if anything happened, they would use the talisman they had drawn beforehand to take her away; leaving was the best option.
The teleportation talisman that activated the magic array had long since turned to ashes in Su Wenxin's hand and been blown away by the wind.
Xi Congshuang drew many such talismans for her and stored them in her waist storage bag for easy access.
Looking out, there was an endless expanse of red earth outside Tianxin City. It had turned blackish-red from being stained with the blood of too many people, and was filled with an evil aura.
On the boundless red earth, it is difficult to hide one's tracks; the only thing that can conceal one's figure is the yellow boulder that has fallen into it.
Before them lay a small cave formed by several huge rocks, just big enough for one person to fit inside.
Fortunately, the back of the boulder was sheltered from the wind, so they wouldn't have to endure the wind from the battlefield blowing their heads off all night.
“It’s windy outside, and the evil spirits are strong. Go inside and get used to it for the night. I’ll guard the door for you outside.” Xi Congshuang felt the wind from the battlefield, which was bone-chilling.
If you listen closely, you can almost hear ghostly wails carried on the wind.
Such a place should indeed be sparsely populated; it would take the deaths of several Mahayana-level high monks to exorcise this thick, dark, and malevolent aura.
"Go in."
Whether it was a trick of the eye or not, Su Wenxin saw a fleeting red mark between Xi Congshuang's brows. It was pitch black here, so perhaps Xi Congshuang possessed some kind of cultivation.
Before she could see clearly, Xi Congshuang pushed her into the stone cave and hid her, then added a second layer of formation.
"Don't worry, I'll stay here and watch over you." After she finished speaking, she took out a cushion from her Qiankun sleeve and sat down with her back against the cave entrance.
Su Wenxin steadied herself and looked back. The figure in front of the cave entrance was tall and straight, with long hair flowing in the wind behind her, elegant as bamboo, making it difficult for anyone to feel any sense of disrespect.
It makes you want to hug it.
But now is not the time to be willful.
Su Wenxin calmed herself down, closed her eyes, and sat in meditation to conserve her energy for tomorrow's journey.
As the night deepened, the dark clouds completely obscured the bright moon, thick and turbulent, not letting a single ray of its light spill over to the earth.
The figure in blue robes, sitting upright on the prayer mat, suddenly moved. Beneath the white silk, the eyes quietly opened, revealing a clear red mark between the eyebrows.
Su Wenxin was awakened by the noise that disturbed the barrier, and she opened her eyes from her meditation.
She saw someone sitting by the stone cave, whose back was to her now turned to face her. The person was still blindfolded with a white silk cloth, but the only difference was that there was a strange red mark between their eyebrows.
A smile played on Xi Congshuang's lips as she curled her fair, jade-like fingers and tapped the barrier above the stone cave.
As she struck, faint ripples spread across the barrier she had personally set up.
Noticing the gaze directed at her, Xi Congshuang's smile widened, becoming even more alluring: "You're finally awake."
The long, slender fingers tapped the barrier again, seemingly casually, but with each tap, the ripples on the barrier grew larger and larger.
Xi Congshuang: "I didn't mean to bother you, I'm just a little cold."
"..." Su Wenxin pinched her thigh to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Under what circumstances would the person who personally set up the formation be prevented from entering the stone cave?
Even Xi Congshuang herself couldn't control herself, given that the demon bloodline had the upper hand.
Because the second layer of formation that Xi Congshuang set up at the cave entrance was a demon-repelling formation, specifically designed to deal with handwriting that possessed half-demon blood.
As long as Su Wenxin doesn't go out on her own initiative, Xi Congshuang outside the barrier can't do anything to the people inside.
Being able to fully utilize the two bloodline traits within one's body is truly unparalleled.
But now is not the time for admiration. Su Wenxin thought of that night at Lengquan and knew she couldn't disturb her. She quietly waited for her to calm down completely.
Taking rash action now is not the best course of action; if anything unexpected happens, it could also implicate Xi Congshuang.
Seeing that Su Wenxin had closed her eyes indifferently and ignored her, Xi Congshuang became inexplicably unhappy: "I'm so cold, how can you bear to leave me outside alone?"
Su Wenxin was wrong. Back then, the Immortal Pavilion had set up a magic array to restrict the flow of spiritual energy, compressing all spiritual power to the minimum needed to sustain Xi Congshuang's life. But things are different now.
This is near the battlefield between immortals and demons, a place with the most malevolent energy in the world, even surpassing the abyss. Placing a cultivator with half-demon blood here will only accelerate the activation of the demonic bloodline hidden within her.
If the demon bloodline was still a seed under Xi Congshuang's suppression, now that seed has reached the point of taking root and sprouting, it is eager to gain the upper hand and grow into a towering tree.
Demons are those who understand the vulnerabilities of human nature best and are adept at bewitching and seducing.
Xi Congshuang's voice rang out again: "Don't you like me?"
Su Wenxin's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately opened her eyes: "Don't say anything more."
"So that means you like me?" Xi Congshuang wasn't about to let her off the hook. "Aren't you curious about what I think?"
"..." Su Wenxin pursed her lips tightly, determined not to break the rule again.
Xi Congshuang chuckled lightly: "So you're so patient, I really don't want to hear it. But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How about a compromise? Come a little closer, and I'll tell you my thoughts through the barrier, whether you want me to or not?"
Others say that demons are skilled at bewitching people's hearts, and that one should not trust them or get close to them, or one will be devoured alive.
However, many people still fall for it. Su Wenxin didn't understand why people would fall for it before, and there were even cases where people knew the other party was a demon but still fell for it. It was truly foolish.
Until a genuine half-demon sat in front of him, he knew better than anyone what kind of being she was, and was moved by her words, unable to resist wanting to get closer.
Su Wenxin understood why some people would fall for it, because she wanted to be fooled too.
The other person didn't have to do anything; just by looking down with sad eyes, she couldn't help but want to go over and get closer to her.
The stone cave they were in was not large, only big enough for Su Wenxin to sit inside, so she couldn't move around much.
Slightly shifting her body, Su Wenxin, with a serious expression, leaned in and whispered in his ear.
Su Wenxin: "Go ahead and say it."
Xi Congshuang, who was isolated outside the barrier, smiled even more. She reached in directly, grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her out of the stone cave, and grabbed her chin with the other hand and pulled her out.
"You think I really can't break this formation? I'm lying to you. I broke the formation before I could alert you."
Upon hearing this, Su Wen thought it was too late to resist. He gently but firmly grasped her hand, making it impossible for her to break free.
The person who was unsteady fell onto her lap. Xi Congshuang's hand, which had been on the back of her neck, moved down to her supple lower back to steady her, and then she tilted her head back to kiss her.
Xi Congshuang's voice faded between their touching lips, "Lend me some fire spirit power, it's so cold."
"Hmm!"
*
The sky darkened, and suddenly a strong wind arose, filling the sky with sand and dust as far as the eye could see.
If it were daytime, any cultivator passing by would see the sky and the ground covered in blood red.
For a moment, it felt like stepping back three hundred years to the time when the war between immortals and demons was raging. Back then, the wind was damp and blood-red, mixed with the blood of all sorts of people.
The only sanctuary was behind the giant rock shrouded in a barrier. The fierce winds were kept out by the barrier, and the view was blurred, so the romance inside could not be disturbed.
Under the cover of night, four people slowly approached the barrier, their intentions clearly hostile.
"I saw it clearly, it really is Xi Congshuang!"
"Good, a sickly girl dares to deliver herself to our door. We'll kill her and give Feixian Palace a warning."
"Speaking of which, she ran away from the Flying Immortal Palace on her own, so she must have a lot of magical artifacts on her."
The leading cultivator made a decision: "Make her hand over the spiritual artifact she possesses, and we'll give her a quick death."
The four were arrogant and seemed to have everything under control. It's no wonder they were so confident, as two of them were Nascent Soul cultivators, the highest was in the middle stage, and the other had only recently advanced.
The remaining two cultivators were also at the peak of the Golden Core stage, which was more than enough for them to deal with a sickly man who was famous throughout the continent.
As for the axe-wielding cultivator who died under the city wall, it was assumed that his cultivation was insufficient and he was killed by the spiritual weapon in Xi Congshuang's hand.
Killing and robbing are forbidden in the cultivation world, but this is near the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, where almost no one returns, so this rule naturally no longer applies.
The group had already planned how to distribute the spoils after successfully killing and robbing the treasure. As for the female cultivator who always followed Xi Congshuang, she was not a threat at all.
Having never participated in any major competitions or ever made a move in front of others, and only ever serving Xi Congshuang with humility, one must be of mediocre strength; otherwise, one would have a reputation that no one has ever heard of.
Just then, the leading cultivator stopped in his tracks, and the others hurriedly asked, "Brother, why aren't you leaving?"
Amidst the howling wind, a bright light suddenly burst forth, piercing the eyes of the group.
"No, this is magic, there's magic nearby..."
Before they could finish uttering the word "clan," the light from the array they had stepped on intensified, and the deep purple-black spiritual energy engulfed the four of them.
Just as they came, they came silently and left silently, dying cleanly and decisively.
People used to die frequently on the battlefield, and even after the war ended, many people came for profit, and people still died frequently.
Today, there were just a few more corpses, no, not even corpses remained, they simply turned into a layer of blood mist and dissipated.
Only a few weapons and storage bags lay on the ground, eventually being buried by the red sandstorm over time.
Until their dying moments, none of them had any idea what was happening inside the barrier.
Su Wenxin sat on Xi Congshuang's lap, lowered her head, and was embraced and kissed deeply by Xi Congshuang.
She heard strange noises outside the barrier, and there seemed to be a thick, bloody smell in the air. She subconsciously tried to identify it, but was lightly bitten on the tip of her tongue.
A slight pain forced Su Wenxin back to her senses, but she no longer closed her eyes, instead looking down at the face of the person beneath her.
Xi Congshuang was truly cold; a layer of white frost covered her long eyebrows. The colder she felt, the paler her skin appeared, making the red marks between her eyebrows seem even more crimson.
At some point, her long, flowing hair turned snow-white again, and Su Wenxin unintentionally ruffled it, with some falling over her shoulders and most hanging down her back.
Those hastily drawn into desire are also affected, inadvertently disrupting the pure white moon in their hearts.
But her lips were warm and soft, and she kept sucking on them eagerly, wanting to share her warmth with herself.
The kiss made Su Wenxin's heart tremble, and she could hardly sit still, melting directly into her arms.
After finally getting a brief respite, Su Wenxin lay on top of her, her forehead resting against Xi Congshuang's shoulder, her eyes unfocused.
She had long forgotten the smell she had just experienced. She didn't care about anyone's life or death; all her attention was focused on Xi Congshuang.
Xi Congshuang held the person in her arms, her cool fingertips stroking the person's heaving back, her half-closed eyes revealing a dazzling dark green.
"I feel more comfortable using magic, so I might as well just become a demon."
At first, Su Wenxin didn't understand the sentence in time. She was then grabbed and kissed, and strands of fire spirit power flowed into her body. The subtle feeling of losing body temperature while her body was burning hot made her head spin.
Because Xi Congshuang placed the spirit pearl in her hand, spiritual power would always flow into her body, and she would never run out of spiritual power.
The Demon Clan is truly formidable, and Xi Congshuang, who combines the strengths of both clans, is even more difficult to contend with.
Su Wenxin jolted awake, finally realizing what Xi Congshuang had just said, and became completely sober: "No... um!"
She wanted to back out, but it wasn't something she could do now. The man, caught up in his passion, was in the throes of desire, raising his chin to chase after her lips.
The tongue being sucked kept retreating. Su Wenxin pushed against the shoulder of the person in front of her and used all her strength to resist, finally managing to squeeze the other tongue out of her mouth.
Their lips parted hastily, a thin strand of saliva still lingering between them, but it broke off due to the hurried movement and was slowly licked away by Xi Congshuang's tongue.
This...this is too much.
Is he still the young master of a prestigious and righteous family?
Still panting heavily, with her lips hot and swollen, Su Wenxin held Xi Congshuang's face and touched her cold face with her burning palms, shaking her head repeatedly.
Su Wenxin: "No, you're not in your right mind right now. Don't do anything you'll regret."
She couldn't believe that the hoarse, strained voice, as if she had been crying for a long time, was coming from her.
Su Wenxin: "If you become a demonic cultivator, you won't be able to go back to the Flying Immortal Palace. Even if you give up your human bloodline and become a demon, you must make the decision when you are still rational."
She paused, then continued in a hoarse, weak voice, "Are you still rational?"
Her tone was very firm. Ignoring her reddened eyes, one might have thought she was a little bodhisattva trying to save someone who had almost gone astray.
Xi Congshuang was neither fully conscious nor fully lucid, but she could still speak clearly: "I was holding you, how could I possibly be rational?"
Su Wenxin: "..." She almost wanted to leave immediately.
"Fine, you don't like it." Xi Congshuang used the last bit of spiritual power to suppress her restless bloodline.
She did this because of what her beloved said, but she accidentally widened the spiritual vein again, overlapping with the crack that had been stretched open before. The surging spiritual power in the spiritual vein was like a turbulent river finally reaching a wide channel, no longer spreading recklessly.
Unable to say anything more, Xi Congshuang collapsed onto Su Wenxin.
Su Wenxin quickly opened her arms and caught the person in her arms. Her heart was racing, and she felt an unprecedented sense of security.
*
As dawn broke, the sandstorm that had lasted for several days finally subsided, and the teahouse at the entrance to the abyss became lively again.
Although it's called a tea house, this place isn't just for drinking tea; it's also frequently used for various transactions.
They say they can exchange all sorts of elixirs and magic pills, so it's not unreasonable for them to trade human lives.
The sandstorm had barely subsided when someone pushed open the door and entered. The woman in red standing in front of the door had wide sleeves, delicate features, and a disdainful gaze.
Most of the people in the teahouse were outlaws. Their years of exile had made them live like frightened birds, and the slightest disturbance would put them on high alert.
Although she was exceptionally beautiful, no one dared to covet her, because of the red mark between her brows, a symbol of a high-ranking demon.
The woman, who was on guard with everyone, didn't care at all. She strolled in leisurely, passed the respectful waiter at the teahouse, and found a corner to sit down.
Not long after, another woman in black entered and coldly ordered, "As usual."
The waiter at the teahouse hurriedly replied, "Yes," and turned to brew the tea.
She comes here every thirty years, stays for a day, and then leaves.
No one knew why, and no one dared to ask.
Every time, she would order a pot of tea, but she wouldn't drink a single cup. The tea would remain on the table as it was when she left.
The teahouse dared not criticize her for being wasteful, and did the same thing again next time.
Not long after the red-clad demon took his seat, a sandstorm swept up outside the teahouse, with strong winds constantly swirling around, as if isolating the teahouse into an isolated island.
At this point, even the biggest disputes will have to stop, and everyone will quietly wait for the sandstorm to subside.
"Huh? There are actually people here."
The waiter had barely finished speaking when the door was opened again, and a female cultivator in a sky-blue robe wearing a veil walked in. She entered sideways, making it easy for her to advance or retreat, and she didn't seem to care at all about the scrutinizing gazes directed at her.
After a pause, she pushed the half-closed door slightly open, allowing the other person waiting outside to enter.
The two walked through the crowded teahouse and followed Su Wenxin's directions to a corner where they sat down. Everyone present had sharp eyes and quickly noticed that the one without the knife had something wrong with his eyes.
Although his cultivation level is higher than the other person's, he still needs someone to help him walk, which suggests that he may have some hidden injuries.
The cultivators, who had formed their own ideas, exchanged glances and nodded silently to each other.
The waiter, who had taken in everything, remained silent, thinking only that once the sandstorm stopped, he would let them fight wherever they wanted, regardless of life or death.
Despite being stared at by various eyes with mixed intentions, Xi Congshuang remained calm. The wind and sand were strong outside, and even someone with high cultivation would find it difficult to walk outside.
Besides, a fight won't break out anytime soon. Instead of panicking, it's better to conserve our strength and then kill them one by one, or even in pairs.
If you can't kill them, run away.
How did Xi Congshuang get to the entrance of the abyss after bypassing the battlefield between immortals and demons? Along the way, countless souls perished at her hands, yet she never feared anyone.
As she was thinking this, she passed by a table, and as she moved, the wind lifted her white veil, briefly revealing her face.
Just then, the red-clad demon looked up and took in her face. Half a beat too late, he suddenly stood up.
"Xi Huaizhen, you've finally agreed to come out and see me?"
Upon hearing the familiar name, Xi Congshuang was momentarily stunned.
It was rare to hear a red-clad demon speak, and the bustling conversation in the teahouse paused, with everyone's gaze instantly changing.
Feeling the gazes coming from all directions, Xi Congshuang fell into deep silence, and squeezed Su Wenxin's hand to signal her to calm down.
Shouting the name of the person who severely injured the demonic cultivators of the abyss at the entrance of the abyss—was it just inviting hatred, or was it just inviting hatred?
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