Chapter 28 Jiuyi City - Miasma Forest (12) I can cooperate...
"Wow wow wow ##＃*$ Wu Xiutang you￥＃&!"
Hearing the thunderous roar that seemed to shatter the moon, the miasma demon glanced at Wu Xiutang with a complicated expression.
This woman is neither smart nor gentle, and she always shouts and yells like a shrew. What does the master like about her?
The miasma demon didn't quite understand the complex emotions of humans and remained silent for a moment.
Wu Xiutang didn't quite understand why Shi Xianxue was reacting so strongly. He was distracted by her shouts and couldn't concentrate on checking. He wanted to warn her, but she blocked him with her harsh insults.
The miasma demon then offered a thoughtful suggestion: "Master, why don't I feed her some demonic energy to make her fall into a semi-conscious state, so that you can check on her with peace of mind?"
"Demonic energy? Why don't you just kill her?" Wu Xiutang walked a few steps to Shi Xianxue, pinched her cheeks and stuffed something into her mouth. Soon, the world of the miasma demons became quiet.
Looking at her puffed-up face, Wu Xiutang, as if possessed, rubbed Shi Xianxue's soft cheek with his fingertip. Shi Xianxue glared at him with red eyes, turned her head away, and tried to bite him again.
Wu Xiutang raised his finger, his thin lips pressed tightly together, looking somewhat unhappy. The miasma demon thought he was being called and eagerly approached, only to receive a disgusted glance from its master.
Miasma Demon: ?
Wu Xiutang said in a vicious tone, "Stay away from her. If I see you making a move on her again, I'll tear your soul apart."
The miasma demon who wanted to help its new master: feeling wronged.
Shi Xianxue was trying to vomit. The love curse was still not cured, and Wu Xiutang dared not kill her. But even though the toad on her foot didn't bite, it was disgusting. Wu Xiutang's pills couldn't possibly be made from immortal flowers and herbs that absorbed the morning dew of heaven and earth, could they? Shi Xianxue thought of the black worms in the Ten Thousand Gu Pool, and her heart was in turmoil.
A dark shadow loomed overhead, and Shi Xianxue panicked and tried to dodge to the side, but where could she hide when she was bound by vines? The words of pleading stuck in her throat, and she blinked her eyes hard, trying to win Wu Xiutang's pity.
I've already begged for forgiveness.
"Such a strong reaction, Shi Xianxue, do you know what I want to see?"
Shi Xianxue choked on her words, realizing something was wrong. This guy was really alert, and her behavior was indeed quite obvious. How could she explain this back to the beginning?
This hesitant expression was clearly a sign of genuine guilt in Wu Xiutang's eyes.
If she is indeed of Wushan bloodline from Xiliang, and the next candidate for Goddess, then how do you explain the memories in the illusion? That eerie place, and the woman who could be seen on his sickbed—all these things indicate that this woman's origins are not as simple as he thought.
A profound meaning flashed silently in Wu Xiutang's eyes as she spoke softly, "When you first met me, you said I wanted to seize the divine artifact. At the time, I scoffed at it, thinking you would make up anything to save your life, because I truly had no intention of seizing the divine artifact before that."
The illusion in mid-air illuminated Shi Xianxue's increasingly pale face. Wu Xiutang smiled grimly, "Originally, I just wanted to confirm the existence of the demon bone through the miasma demon's ability, and I didn't intend to look at anything more. However, now, I've changed my mind."
The scene in the illusion suddenly changed. Goose feather snow covered the entire mountain, the cold wind was bleak, and the tall tower seemed about to collapse. Shi Xianxue heard the playful sounds of practicing martial arts and swordplay, and the clear voices of the boys reading aloud. The scene kept zooming in on the back mountain, and a kneeling figure appeared in the white snow. Long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, and her light blue skirt was blown wildly by the wind. She knelt alone in the snow, her back straight. The snowflakes almost buried her small body, and her eyelashes and hair were covered with a layer of white frost.
Shi Xianxue stared at the familiar features and knew that this was Song Qingshu when she was a child.
The sound of conversation flowed in from all directions of the mountains and rivers.
"Why is Junior Sister being punished to kneel again? It's so cold, her body won't be able to stand kneeling like that."
"Master hopes his daughter will become a phoenix, so he is naturally stricter with his junior sister than with us. What's more, she lost a sword fight to the young prince from Chaoyun. How could Master not be angry?"
"Junior Sister has already worked hard enough, but she just happened to be facing a cultivation genius who comes along only once in a century. If you ask me, hard work is nothing compared to talent."
“…”
The chatter faded into the distance, and no one noticed Song Qingshu's face, which was bluish-purple from the cold. If someone had checked her breathing, they would have found that she was now exhaling more than inhaling, completely frozen.
After an unknown amount of time, her thoughts left her body and began to drift aimlessly through the valley. She saw her father, who always had a stern face, giving kind instructions to the new disciples. She saw her senior brothers and sisters happily decorating the house in preparation for the upcoming New Year. With a somber expression, she retreated and floated to her mother's tombstone on the back mountain, where she curled up into a small ball like a kitten.
She didn't know when she would be discovered, nor did she expect anyone to discover her. If she could take this opportunity to be with her mother for a long time, she would be willing.
The heavy snow extinguished the last vestiges of life on this land. As her soul was gradually buried by the wind and snow, a withered hand pulled her out of the thick snow.
She struggled to open her eyes, and through her blurry vision appeared a handsome older brother.
The young man wore a wide, black robe made of silk, his long hair flowing freely and billowing in the cold wind. His skin was whiter than snow, almost translucent, and on his forehead hung an exquisite silver ornament that jingled in the wind. Colorful butterfly patterns fell below the corners of his eyes, fluttering like butterflies with every blink. The young man walked barefoot on the snow, not like a benevolent deity of this land, but rather like a ruthless, monstrous ghost that had harmed countless people.
His hands were colder than ice and snow, yet they were incredibly warm when he held her in his arms. The older brother lowered his eyelashes, his clear, blue eyes reflecting her features. "How pitiful you are. How about I help you?"
Song Qingshu was no longer able to make an expression. She stared blankly, not quite understanding whether she was alive or dead.
"But before that, I need your consent." The heavy snow had stopped sometime earlier. The young man's eyes were cold, but his tone was seductive. "You will survive, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, you will become the person your father hoped for, a great figure who will stir up the winds and clouds on this continent. So, do you want to accept my help?"
Yes! She wanted to be the best and most outstanding daughter in her father's eyes, and she wanted to move her mother's tombstone to the cemetery, instead of this desolate and neglected back hill.
Sensing her intention, a hint of pleasure finally appeared in the young man's eyes. He leaned down slightly, his cool skin touching her forehead. In an instant, the two of them shone brightly. Countless black demonic energies surged from all directions in the sky and slowly converged at the top of the tower. Amidst the fierce winds and snow, the black demonic energy swirled at the top of the tower for a long time before transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky. The narrow purple lightning seemed to crack open the sky, as if it wanted to pierce through this world.
Shi Xianxue witnessed the entire process of the demonic bone, emanating a dark aura, completing its transformation and inheritance.
Song Qingshu's complexion returned to normal. She was still asleep, but in her half-awake state, she heard the older brother's voice.
"If one day you can't bear it anymore, then go to Mount No Return and find Feng Yun. He will tell you how to use the divine artifact to separate yourself..."
The remaining sounds were drowned out by the wind and snow, and gradually became inaudible.
A thousand alpacas galloped through Shi Xianxue's mind.
Her eyes darted around nervously, and she accidentally met Wu Xiutang's scrutinizing gaze. Her face stiffened instantly, her mind racing as she tried to think of a solution. Suddenly, she sniffed, her eyes welling up with tears, and she parted her red lips slightly: "Eek—"
"Shut up!"
"Okay." Seeing that this approach wasn't working, Shi Xianxue's mind began to race with countless unsavory ideas.
With long, slender fingers, he gently lifted Shi Xianxue's chin, revealing her entire expression. Wu Xiutang stared at her reddened eyes and gently pinched her cheek. "Shi Xianxue, do you know that your thoughts are written all over your face?"
Shi Xianxue pouted as he pinched her, her wet eyes showing a look of confusion. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
The muscles beneath his fingertips were incredibly soft, and he couldn't help but increase the pressure on his hand. His gaze deepened in the soft pink light. "It's okay if you don't understand. You just need to know that no matter if you pretend to be crazy or act unreasonably, it won't change what I'm going to do next. So behave yourself, okay?"
Shi Xianxue nodded repeatedly.
Legend has it that after the Demon Lord Zhu Ze died, his demonic soul dissipated, but his demonic bones remained immortal and indestructible. They possess coveted power and can manipulate people's hearts and devour consciousness, silently transforming the Demon Lord within the host's body.
However, Zhu Ze's power was beyond the capacity of ordinary people to withstand. The Demon Bone chose a parasite that was closest to it in terms of bloodline and soul form. If the power of the first Demon Lord were so easy to absorb, it would have been fought over by all the demons long ago. How could it have been the turn of this half-dead little girl?
Because they knew that even those relatively compatible hosts could be dissolved and disintegrated into the demon bones if they were not careful.
None of that matters. What's most important right now is—she grabbed the half-dead system: "Didn't you say the villain knew from the beginning that he needed to use a divine artifact to completely remove the demonic bones?! Why, why here, why now?! You pirated system, this pirated book, I'm reporting you!!"
What about her earlier attempt to dissuade me? Was it even considered a word?
The illusion ended there, and the miasma demon felt as if the sky had fallen.
Demonic bones? Demon Lord? That woman is the Demon Lord!!!
Good heavens! He never knew he was so lucky. He just grabbed their future Demon Lord with a snap of his fingers. But why is the Demon Lord a woman, and a mortal enemy cultivator at that?
The few remaining brain cells of the demon raged. Judging from her appearance, she was unaware that she possessed a demonic bone. If she were to seize the demonic bone and then suppress it with a divine artifact before the demon awakened... The demon raged, after considering the success rate and various risks, wisely decided against it.
The vines binding Shi Xianxue loosened, allowing her to breathe freely. However, the little villain did not release his grip on her, his gaze becoming increasingly unfathomable. "From the very first time we met, you knew what I wanted and how to help me achieve my goal."
"It was from such a young age that I was reminded that only the divine artifact, the Sun and Moon Guide, could extract the Demon Bone."
He feigned sudden realization, then crushed the orange-red pill in his hand into powder. "It seems this method of cleansing the marrow and extracting bones is not up to standard."
Shi Xianxue had nothing to say.
She had no idea what was going on. She was even more confused than Wu Xiutang. Perhaps if she hadn't stopped him and let him do as he pleased, the little villain might not have noticed the subtlety of the situation. His unorthodox methods would not only have failed but would have also exposed his true purpose, allowing the male and female protagonists to see his true colors.
Now that it's officially certified, she doesn't even know how to make up a story anymore. Shi Xianxue feels like a clown.
He gently brushed the vines from her waist, but his gaze, like a sharp hook, lingered on her pale face. "Now, can you tell me how I can obtain the Sun and Moon Guide?"
"Ah." Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Wu Xiutang pretended to realize something, then leaned over and pressed down on her. When she tried to dodge, he raised his hand to lock her slender wrist and pulled her to his warm chest, making her unable to move. "I remember you said that you had to confirm it by kissing me."
Shi Xianxue twisted her body in his arms like a pretzel, saying, "Talk, talk, talk! Isn't that enough? Then you should lift the silencing spell on her!"
His slender fingers lifted her chin, his deep gaze lingering slowly on her two beautiful, crimson lips. Wu Xiutang lowered his head, his glassy eyes shifting with ambiguity, his cool, thin lips almost brushing against hers.
“I can cooperate.”
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