Chapter 115 115 "Junior sister, are you worried about me?"
Xiahou Che poured out all the words that the system had said during its rare appearance, and collapsed on the chair, soaked in cold sweat, like an empty wet bag.
The demonic energy in his body had been removed, and the spiritual roots that had been repaired by the demonic energy had returned to their original state, and the power in his meridians had also dried up.
The experience during this period was like a dream.
He had nothing again.
Liquid rolled down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears, sweat, or blood.
"I've told you everything I know..." He looked at the "man" in front of him like a dying dog.
That was definitely not an ordinary puppet. He had a vague feeling about it when he first saw him, so even though he knew it would make Su Xiaoyuan suspicious and disgusted, he still spared no effort to persuade her to destroy the puppet, and even wanted to force her to submit through the sect leader and the elders.
It's a pity that the girl who looks weak and can be bullied is surprisingly stubborn.
Who is hiding in this puppet body?
Judging by the ruthlessness and cruelty of his actions, he seemed more like a demon. However, the voice calling itself "Xitong" had clearly stated that the Chaos Realm was sealed by Immortal Venerable Lingyue, and that no great demon would emerge before his death.
He seized the opportunity and snatched the escaping demonic aura precisely in order to become the next great demon.
The person in front of me is definitely not an unknown person. Who is he?
Then Xiahou Che realized that knowing the answer was meaningless to him, because the person in front of him would definitely not let him go.
"Please kill me... If possible, please let me die quickly..." he begged.
The puppet tilted its head slightly, with a look of surprise on its face. It was a somewhat innocent movement and expression, but coupled with the mannequin's stiff movements and expression, it only made people more creepy.
"Kill you? Why would I kill you?" the puppet asked. "When did I ever say I wanted to kill you?"
Xiahou Che couldn't help but feel surprised that he had escaped from a desperate situation, but he still couldn't believe it. The puppet's malice towards him was too obvious. It was hard for him not to suspect that the other party wanted to torture him with empty hope before dying, just like the game of cat killing mouse.
Just as I was suspicious, the puppet man raised his hand and made a gesture. A wisp of black air surged out from his palm and turned into a black snake with a human face.
Although the face was shrunk very small, one could still vaguely see that its eyebrows and eyes were incredibly beautiful.
The puppet frowned, raised his hand, wiped and pinched, and his face suddenly changed shape.
The black snake, whose face had been pinched again, crawled into Xiahou Che's brow.
The devil's breath entered his body, and the piercing pain spread to every part of his body. Xiahou Che twitched in pain, but his mind was occupied by the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost.
He knew that as long as he could endure until the pain ended, his broken spiritual roots would be replenished by the demonic energy, and his dry meridians would be filled again - as long as he could gain strength, what did it matter whether it was spiritual energy or demonic energy?
But he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't understand why the man didn't kill him, and he didn't understand why he returned the devil's breath to him.
But after several lessons, he certainly didn't dare to ask.
The puppet looked down at him with those cold and indifferent eyes, as if he could easily see through his thoughts.
"Because keeping you is useful." He said lightly.
To the system, it doesn't seem to matter who the next Demon Lord is. It just needs a suitable person to occupy this position. He can be Xiahou Che, or the original person, or of course anyone who meets the requirements.
If he killed Xiahou Che here and destroyed that trace of demonic energy, not only would it alert the enemy, but the system would most likely breed new demonic energy and demon seeds and look for a new suitable candidate. At that time, it would be difficult to find that person in the vast crowd.
It would be better to let this old acquaintance take the position and turn him into your own spy.
Xiahou Shuzi is ambitious and greedy, but he is not very courageous and is easy to manipulate. He also has some tricks that can help him deal with the system and then trick the system.
After the demonic energy and the damaged spiritual root completely merged, Xiahou Che's pain gradually dissipated. He was filled with surprise at having survived a catastrophe, as if he had suddenly come back to life. "What... do you want me to do for you?"
"Find out what the system is, what its purpose is, what its weaknesses are, extract as much useful information as possible, and report it to me promptly."
Xia Houche's face flashed with surprise. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid that I will tell that thing about this?"
The puppet gave him a sidelong look and said calmly, "You can give it a try."
Of course Xiahou Che didn't dare. The person in front of him knew about the "thin tube" and could easily draw out the evil energy in his body and put it back. He was much more terrifying than the "thin tube".
What's more, he has that strange "truth serum" in his hand. He only has one chance to betray, and he will definitely be cruelly punished after the betrayal. What does he want?
Xiahou Che knelt down without hesitation and bowed his head: "I understand."
The puppet raised his hand and made a hand gesture. Xiahou Che felt a coolness like a clear spring flowing into his meridians, washing away the heavy and sticky feeling of the demonic energy. Every pore seemed to relax.
This was a lightness he had never felt since his spiritual roots were destroyed.
He kowtowed quickly and said, "Thank you, Lord, for your gift."
The puppet said with a hint of contempt: "I won't let you work for me in vain. You can continue what you were originally going to do in Yingzhou."
Xiahou Che didn't dare to mention that he wanted to take back the Xiahou family and seize power. Although he had the help of the magic breath and the "thin tube" before, he was still not sure that he could defeat the cunning members of the Xiahou family. He wanted to wait and see how the situation developed.
However, the person in front of him mentioned this casually, and he immediately understood what he meant, knowing that this person would be his backer from now on. Compared to a subordinate who fought alone, a subordinate who controlled the lifeblood of a clan would naturally be more useful.
Xiahou Che immediately kowtowed again and again: "Thank you, my lord, for your protection."
One has to admit that this Xiahou boy is a bit clever, but this cleverness not only fails to please the "master", but instead makes him angry.
"There's one more thing," Fu Tingyun said coldly, "The previous patriarch later met me at Taiyan."
Xiahou Che was stunned. He was from Taiyan, no wonder he was so confident. He wondered which elder or peak master of Taiyan he was from?
Famous figures in Taiyan flashed through his mind quickly, but it seemed that no one could match the person in front of him, except...
His heart skipped a beat and cold sweat broke out.
If he had just been forced to obey the man in front of him because of the threat of the truth serum, then only after guessing his true identity did he completely submit and would never dare to have any second thoughts.
So that’s it. So that’s it.
Xiahou Che suddenly understood, and all the things that didn't make sense before suddenly became clear.
So it wasn't a coincidence that Su Xiaoyuan entered Taiyan...
So when did they start...
Thinking of his own feelings for Su Xiaoyuan, he became more and more afraid - he had never let go of Su Xiaoyuan after leaving the Yunyu Sect, whether he liked her or not. After finding the magic breath to repair his spiritual roots, the first thing he wanted to seize was the position of the head of the Xiahou family, and then his target was Su Xiaoyuan. Only by snatching her away or taking her away could he avenge the previous shame.
Now he has completely given up that idea.
Although it was a crushing defeat, since we lost to that person, what else is there to say?
Fu Tingyun saw his face turn pale instantly and knew that he had guessed his identity.
It's not surprising. If you still can't guess it, you are hopelessly stupid.
"Remember to gain thirty pounds before coming to Taiyan." The puppet ordered.
Xiahou Che:? ? ?
"Don't want to? I can kill you now."
Xiahou Che's mouth twitched: "...I am willing, I will follow the master's orders."
Fu Tingyun left him a secret talisman and immediately left the guesthouse and returned to the wing boat.
Although I didn't get much out of Xiahou Che this time, I still gained a lot.
Combining the information he got from Su Xiaoyuan, he knew at least a few things.
First, the system did not look for Lin Wan, but found a new candidate for the Demon Lord. It can be seen that the so-called "luck" has to be taken over by the "male protagonist".
Secondly, the Demon Lord's identity isn't crucial; it's simply that someone like him is needed. The system sought Xiahou Che over the original candidate, perhaps because that candidate wasn't suitable at the moment, perhaps too young or perhaps too young to have the necessary experience to develop his character. Perhaps the system couldn't wait for that person to mature and hastily sought Xiahou Che. So, what's their rush?
Third, the system is not a separate "spiritual consciousness", it has a "superior department" and may be an organization of considerable size.
Fourthly, the tasks assigned to Xiao Yuan by the system, forming a soul contract, having intercourse and replenishing the vital yang, would all trigger the backlash and fluctuation of desire from the ruthless Dao, especially the intercourse, because at that moment his soul would be open to his Taoist partner, and the "system" might take the opportunity to do something.
If his lover disappears, his soul is damaged, the ruthless path backfires, the desire fluctuates, and the seal of the Chaos Realm loosens at the same time, the chances of killing him will be greatly increased.
So he was almost certain that the system's purpose was to use Xiao Yuan to weaken him and kill him.
But what is the point of doing this? Who will benefit from it?
Fu Tingyun stood in front of the rudder of the wing boat, thinking while turning the boat and flying towards the Yunyu Sect.
He had to rush over to pick oranges for Xiao Yuan. Xiao Wuxin had checked for him yesterday, and the oranges on Huanhua Island were already ripe. If he didn't rush over, they would miss their peak juiciness and freshness.
…
Su Xiaoyuan used the excuse of feeling unwell to stay awake for a few days, and before she knew it, it was time for the sword class which was scheduled every seven days.
She studied the sword manual every day and did some low-intensity exercises. However, perhaps because her foundation was too poor, the impact of her absence was still evident in the third class.
She was horrified to find that she was a little behind.
Although Immortal Master Ling Yue did not criticize her too harshly, she could see the gap between herself and other students and felt a little ashamed.
Although Ruan Mianmian also missed a class, she had many years of martial arts experience after all. Yu Yingchun gave her special lessons for a few days. In today's class, Ling Yuexianzun gave her some focused guidance, and she easily caught up with the progress.
"Don't worry, Xiao Yuanzi. You were just feeling unwell a few days ago. Sister... cough cough, the Immortal Venerable doesn't blame you," her bestie whispered to comfort her. "Yingchun and I will take care of you when we get home."
Su Xiaoyuan nodded and was about to take the crane car with them to the next class. Just as she was about to leave, a familiar voice sounded from behind her: "Junior sister, please stay."
Su Xiaoyuan had been deliberately staying indoors these days to avoid him. When she heard the voice, her heart started pounding.
The disciples who had not had time to leave all glanced at them secretly. Su Xiaoyuan could almost feel the heat of those gazes, and her face suddenly became hot.
She turned around, trying her best to hide her guilt: "Does the Immortal Master have any instructions?"
Fu Tingyun was used to her using this awkward address in front of outsiders, and even liked it a little. This way, when she called him "Senior Brother" in private or during communications, it felt like a conspiracy. Therefore, he did not correct her, but simply said, "How many classes do you have today, Junior Sister?"
In fact, he already knew her class schedule by heart, even better than she did.
Su Xiaoyuan had a bad feeling when he asked this, but she could only answer honestly: "There are still three classes, one in the morning and two in the afternoon."
"That's when classes are over at the beginning of the day," Fu Tingyun said. "I'm free today. Come to Wuji Palace after class and I'll make up for the class you missed last time."
Not only Su Xiaoyuan, but the surrounding disciples could not believe their ears.
It was a great honor for Immortal Master Ling Yue to condescend to teach them. Even the disciples of Tai Yan Sect were envious and wept. Now he actually took the initiative to offer tutoring to an unknown little disciple!
Everyone looked at Su Xiaoyuan with intriguing expressions.
Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly said, "I dare not trouble the Immortal Venerable, I will just ask other students for advice..."
"Junior sister, do you have any concerns?" Fu Tingyun glanced indifferently at the remaining people on Tongyuntai. Everyone instantly lowered their brows and eyes, looking at their noses and hearts, not daring to make a sound.
"No, no, it's just that the Immortal Master is so busy..." Su Xiaoyuan actually didn't know what he was busy with all day long, but it was too much to ask the big guy to help her with her studies alone.
"Giving you extra lessons is also for the progress of everyone." Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said.
As expected, it was because of her that she slowed down the progress of the entire class. Su Xiaoyuan lowered her head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry."
"You missed class due to health reasons, so I don't blame you," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said sensibly, "Then it's a deal. I'll send a crane carriage to pick you up when the time comes."
Su Xiaoyuan: "Okay, okay, thank you, Immortal Venerable."
Immortal Master Ling Yue nodded, turned around and left.
…
After the second class, the Wuji Palace's cloud car was indeed parked outside the classroom door.
Su Xiaoyuan braved the gazes of her classmates and got on the bus.
The car was obviously set up with a special formation, so even if she didn't wear the warm cloak, she didn't feel cold at all.
The crane carriage drove straight through the sword formation outside and into the palace gate.
Su Xiaoyuan saw a young man wearing the robes of an inner disciple walking out carrying a medicine box.
The face looked familiar. She thought about it and remembered that it was Zhao Qingluan, the first disciple of Taoist Master Ci'en. She had met him once when she went to the medicine house to get elixirs.
She quickly stuck her head out of the car and saluted: "Senior Brother Zhao."
Zhao Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly looked a little ugly.
Su Xiaoyuan was wondering why he reacted like that when he saw her, but Zhao Qingluan smiled warmly, "Is it Junior Sister Su from Dragon Ridge Peak? Sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."
Su Xiaoyuan glanced at the medicine box in his hand.
Zhao Qingluan noticed her gaze and explained, "I came here on Master's orders. Junior Sister Su, are you here to see the Immortal Master?"
Su Xiaoyuan knew what Tai Yan's former disciples thought of her, a Qi Condensation Stage cultivator who had luckily entered Dragon Ridge Peak. Her cheeks flushed, "Yes, I came to ask the Immortal Venerable for advice on swordsmanship."
Zhao Qingluan lowered her head and bit her lip. "Then I won't delay Junior Sister Su's business. Junior Sister, come to the medicine house when you have time."
Su Xiaoyuan said goodbye to him and let Linghe move forward.
The crane carriage brought her to the side hall with the garden where they had been last time. Immortal Ling Yue came out to greet her when he heard the carriage bell. "Were you delayed outside?"
Su Xiaoyuan admitted: "I met Brother Zhao and stopped to chat for a while."
Ling Yue Immortal Venerable nodded: "He came to give me medicine and take my pulse on the orders of Second Senior Brother."
After saying that, he looked into Su Xiaoyuan's eyes.
Having said that, it would be unreasonable not to care, especially since she really wanted to know.
"Immortal Venerable..."
"Senior Brother."
"Brother..." Su Xiaoyuan changed the subject, "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"
Although she asked the question due to his pressure, the worry between her brows was undeniable.
Fu Tingyun felt a warm current flowing through his heart, and his whole body felt soothed.
"It's just that some old injuries have relapsed and I need to recuperate for some time." He said with satisfaction.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart trembled, and she asked anxiously, "How could this happen? Is it serious?"
The man's eyes moved: "Junior sister, are you worried about me?"
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