Turning Back from the Wrong Path
"She is in the dungeon."
The Demon Palace has a Heavenly Prison and an Earthly Prison, the difference being the type of torture used. The Heavenly Prison uses lightning to inflict torture on the limbs and bones, while the Earthly Prison is submerged in stagnant water, with only the head exposed for breathing.
The stagnant water is infested with flesh-eating worms that can devour living people, leaving only bones.
This was a method the Holy Venerable often used to torment cultivators when he was alive.
On the day Rong Yan died, the Holy Venerable was furious and confiscated Lin Yueyao's spirit sword, then threw her into the dungeon.
After hearing all this, Rong Yan left silently, his steps steady.
The guards led the way with lanterns to a room surrounded by copper and iron walls, bound with death curses.
The center of the room was sunken and filled with water. A person was soaking in the water, his hands were chained and he was hanging high up, his head dangling limply from unconsciousness.
Even stagnant water is still water, and Lin Yueyao's fire-attribute spiritual root provides a natural pressure to restrain it.
With Wenqing not by his side, he couldn't even unleash his defensive spiritual fire.
He was about to enter the Nascent Soul stage, but was tortured to the point of being unrecognizable as human.
Rong Yan stood on the shore, his expression shifting, his brows slightly furrowed.
On one hand, seeing her like this filled him with a sense of satisfaction. But along with the satisfaction came a touch of unease.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of heartache. My mind was filled with two conflicting thoughts, and ultimately, instinct prevailed over reason.
The Crying Sorrow sword emerged as summoned, shimmering with a subtle spiritual light. With the enhancement of demonic power, the crystal embedded in the hilt emitted an eerie red glow.
With two clangs, Rong Yan personally cut the iron lock that bound Lin Yueyao.
"Thump—"
He jumped into the water and picked the person up.
Lin Yueyao, who was unconscious, felt the warmth from the body and instinctively hugged it tightly.
"It's so cold..."
Rong Yan didn't hear clearly, and his earlobe slowly moved closer.
"It's so cold..." he heard.
Lin Yueyao was born with a fear of cold, and because of him, she was almost exhausted.
He carried the person in his arms; the demon palace was vast, and he didn't know where they were going.
He had no choice but to return to his own palace.
The accompanying guards reported all of this to Yunxiu without missing a single word.
Yunxiu still remembers her father's dying words—
"Yunxiu, remember this: assisting the new ruler is the mission your father has entrusted to you! You must help the new ruler revitalize the demon race's foundation, avenge your elder brother, and avenge me! This is the way of a subject!"
After losing his demon core, Saint Venerable Rong Yan's body aged rapidly, becoming as frail as a centenarian.
Perhaps in a final burst of energy, the Holy One uttered his last words before passing away.
Although the Holy Venerable had been dead for many days, Yunxiu still remembered him vividly.
She wanted to fulfill her father's dying wish; this was her way of ensuring her longevity.
But it's too hasty; we need to wait.
Rong Yan carried Lin Yueyao back to the palace. Lin Yueyao had been soaking in the water for so many days, but they still couldn't go to bed together.
She's too fragile, like a porcelain doll, easily broken.
He handed the person over to the maid, who took good care of him. After washing up, he changed into a very comfortable nightgown.
Lin Yueyao was placed on the bed, still unconscious.
He personally sought out a physician to treat her wounds and prepare medicine, and personally bandaged her wounds.
The maids all say that the new emperor is a devoted man.
After taking good care of him for many days, fragmented memories flashed through his mind: this woman in a coma had also taken care of him in the same way.
No matter how far they go, they cannot escape their predetermined fate.
Opening my eyes, I saw intricate magical patterns overhead and expensive silk and knitted carpets covering the floor.
She woke up in a luxurious room. Lin Yueyao sat up, and there was a man lying next to her.
Upon seeing the person's features clearly, Lin Yueyao could hardly believe her eyes. She pushed the person off the bed.
"Who let you come up here?!" Lin Yueyao felt relieved when she saw that he was still alive, but hatred overcame personal feelings, and she ultimately chose to draw her sword.
Rong Yan, who had been pushed down, looked bewildered. He stood up dumbfounded and explained, "You said you were cold."
She didn't remember saying that, but she assumed it was his excuse to get into bed with her.
"Don't come near me—" she resisted his approach.
You could see the shimmering mark between her eyebrows, and her forehead was so hot it was almost burning off a layer of skin.
Rong Yan covered his forehead, staggered backward, and was somewhat unsteady on his feet.
Lin Yueyao jumped out of bed and grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?"
A dragon-shaped mark appeared between his eyebrows, and his once clear gaze became much clearer.
"Senior sister?" He remembered. "Great, you're finally awake."
Lin Yueyao was completely bewildered by his sudden action. She was held tightly in his arms, so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
The person in his arms did not respond. He let go of her, and his senior sister's face was extremely pale.
"It's my fault, I scared my senior sister." He kept apologizing.
Lin Yueyao ignored his kindness and pushed him away despite her illness, saying, "Don't call me that."
"Senior Sister?" Rong Yan gazed at her with deep affection, his memory partially gone. "Why are you treating me like this? Did I do something wrong?"
"Enough—" Lin Yueyao said impatiently, "Don't make me feel nauseous."
"Why can't I call you that? You're my senior sister, and I'm your junior brother. Aren't we the closest people to each other?" Rong Yan asked, puzzled. Ignoring her resistance, he forcibly hugged her from behind.
Lin Yueyao sneered, "That was true before, but since Master died, nothing can go back to the way it was before."
Master? There was no such person in his memory.
He suddenly seemed like a different person. He gripped her arm tightly with his iron hand, turned her around in his arms, lifted her chin, and forced her to look him in the eye.
"Who do you think you are?" The mark on his forehead disappeared, and his whole being was filled with murderous intent.
"The old man deserves to die. If you know what's good for you, you'll know what to say and what not to say in front of me."
Being forced was a terrible feeling, and Lin Yueyao stared at him with angry eyes.
Her gaze fell on his ornate and luxurious robes, and she realized that Rong Yan was no longer the same person he used to be.
She thought Rong Yan was dead, but now it seems that Rong Yan is not only alive, but has also successfully ascended the throne.
Where did the Holy Venerable go? She guessed that the Holy Venerable was probably no longer alive, otherwise Rong Yan would not have dared to release her on his own initiative.
She pried his unruly hands away, pulled back the covers, and climbed into bed. She needed plenty of rest to ensure she could find Wenqing and the whereabouts of her master's spiritual root.
Rong Yan seemed drained of all his strength, returning to a state of bewilderment, murmuring, "Master, Master..."
He fled in a panic, rushing into the room where the Blood-Clad Silkworm was, crying out, "...I killed my master! I killed my master..."
What should he do to get his senior's forgiveness?
The Blood-Clad Silkworm told him that he was originally a dead person, and that the Holy Venerable had sacrificed himself.
Therefore, there must be a way to save Master!
"Benben..." There's still Benben. If he can revive Benben, then Master's death can still be saved.
"Tell me where Benben is?" Benben's corpse is being kept by the Blood-Clad Silkworm.
Seeing that he had suddenly gone mad, Blood-Clad Silkworm dared not delay and quickly cast a spell, and a dried corpse wrapped in silk appeared before them.
Silkworm silk is inextinguishable by water and fire, and can preserve a corpse from decay.
Benben's fur was shiny, there was a large patch of blood on his chest, and his eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.
Although he had been dead for many days, his body was still surrounded by a faint spiritual light, which was due to the careful recuperation he received from Master Xuantong.
After placing Benben flat on the table, Rong Yan noticed that the wound on his chest was caused by Yun Shang. He immediately ordered his men to dig up Yun Shang's grave.
Yun Shang committed heinous crimes in his lifetime, and even after his death, he was reduced to a mound overgrown with weeds.
After searching for many days, the guards finally found Yun Shang's remains in a desolate place.
Rong Yan, accompanied by his guards, personally dug out Yun Shang's demon core.
That demon core still retains Yun Shang's demonic power. Rong Yan stays locked in the palace every day, pondering how to bring Benben back to life.
Even though Yunxiu knew, she did not stop her.
More than ten days later, Rong Yan finally pushed open the door to his room, which had been closed for many days.
Accompanying him was a teenage wolf demon.
Benben is a wolf, a born demon, and does not reject Yun Shang's demon core; on the contrary, it absorbs it very well.
The resurrected Benben has changed from his usual lively self to a timid and fearful one. The taboo of the sacrificial method mentioned by the high priest is that his abnormal temperament is the reason.
He nursed Benben back to health for many days and told him everything that had happened. Only then did Benben belatedly show signs of awakening.
Rong Yan couldn't wait to bring Benben to Lin Yueyao, just to prove that he had the ability to revive his master.
He had high hopes that his senior sister could change her mind, but what he got in return was still pain that went deep into his bones.
"So what if he's brought back to life? Does he even remember who he is?" Lin Yueyao's words were sharp and incisive, each sentence a brutal torture for Rong Yan. "You will forever bear the guilt of murdering your master."
"You imprisoned me here, and turned me into something neither human nor ghost, all because of you."
Rong Yan was in extreme pain. He didn't know how to express his emotions. Overwhelmed with anxiety, he explained, "I don't know what's wrong with me?"
"Why are there so many things? If only I had never existed, I wouldn't be in so much pain..." He was overwhelmed with worry and began to speak recklessly without realizing it.
Lin Yueyao was startled by his words.
Suddenly, his expression changed, the demon core within him acting up, "So, in the end, you still want to leave me!"
Lin Yueyao couldn't understand what he was saying, but she felt that he was extremely strange, as if there was another person inside her.
Before she could answer, Rong Yan began talking to himself.
"Senior sister, believe me, I will definitely save Master! I will definitely find a way!" He rushed out of the room, while Benben and Xueyican, who were standing outside, watched him fly out of the Demon Palace.
"Should we follow them?" Blood-Clad Silkworm asked, seemingly to no one.
“Of course,” Benben explained, “Master is now the king, and it would be too embarrassing for him to have no guards by his side.”
"But what about Fairy Moon? If we all leave, what if someone tries to harm her?" Blood-Clad Silkworm said worriedly.
"Then I'll stay," Benben suggested.
"good."
Blood-Clad Silkworm gave chase, followed closely by a large group of soldiers—Yunxiu's personal guards—who questioned Blood-Clad Silkworm.
Where is His Majesty?
Blood-Clad Silkworm shook its head, feigning ignorance, and said, "I don't know."
The soldier didn't believe him, but Blood-Clad Silkworm opened his innocent eyes wide and said, "I really don't know."
"Wen, His Excellency left alone." Blood-Clad Silkworm had no choice but to explain.
Following Rong Yan's trail, he quickly discovered that Wen Weijun had flown towards the Misty Sect.
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