Chapter 55 After Chapter 55, there is chaos and joy...
Afterwards, it was chaotic and joyful.
Mu Jiulin was initially terrified that Ye Nanque would do such a thing for him, and repeatedly stopped him: "Brother, don't. You don't have to go to such lengths for me."
But when Ye Nanque looked up at him, his expression clearly showed that he was enjoying it.
He also forgot that he should refuse.
After that, Ye Nanque sat up completely, resting his chin on his shoulder and humming for a long time.
Mu Jiulin was both happy and at a loss, and gently stroked his back: "Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable? If you are, go slower."
Ye Nanque: "No... not uncomfortable..."
Senior brother is always like this, saying one thing and thinking another.
Mu Jiulin held his body and took over his rhythm so that Ye Nanque had a chance to catch his breath.
Ye Nanque lay on his shoulder and let him do whatever he wanted.
Until there was a knock on the door: "Brother Ye, visiting hours are up."
Ye Nanque tensed up.
Mu Jiulin almost hummed.
Ye Nanque raised his voice: "Okay, right away, I'll be right out."
Mu Jiulin chuckled: "Right away? I can't get out right away."
He tilted his head and saw that Ye Nanque's earlobe was red, red enough to drip blood, red enough to be hideous, red enough to be scary.
Mu Jiulin didn't do what he thought and just bit it.
It was a wonderful dream, and Mu Jiulin almost didn't want to wake up.
He didn't remember how long it took before he was willing to leave this place with Ye Nanque. He only remembered that after he opened his eyes, he called Ye Nanque's name again but heard no response.
Just like that time in Tushan, the room was empty with only him there.
No, this time it's even more cruel.
He thought they were dreaming together, but that was an illusion. It turned out that he was the only one dreaming.
It was already dawn. Mu Jiulin got out of bed and walked to the table. Looking at the pot of wine on the table, which was only half full, he could no longer hide the fierceness in his eyes. He raised his hand and smashed the pot and the wine into pieces.
Ye Nanque sneaked all the way to Wanku Valley and went in the same way as last time. This time he also brought some more flowers and plants from outside and hugged a big bunch.
As he was picking flowers, he suddenly heard the system's voice: [Reader satisfaction: 70.]
Ye Nanque was stunned: [Ah... why?]
System: [Oh, I was delayed. Your satisfaction level increased when you two were kissing just now, so I didn't want to interrupt.]
Ye Nanque: […So why is it rising?]
System: [I don't know, maybe because... readers are satisfied?]
Ye Nanque: […Don’t you think this world is becoming increasingly incomprehensible?]
The system said meaningfully: [Not really, but I feel like you're becoming increasingly incomprehensible to me.]
Ye Nanque: [I really...]
System: [Okay, okay, you really are not. You are not bent, you are straight. If you are not, then you are not.]
Ye Nanque: […Why are you so skilled?]
System: [Nothing special, just familiar.]
Ye Nanque, who was deeply shocked, entered the valley with flowers and plants in his arms, and indeed attracted a lot of attention.
Fang Kui recognized him: "He is Ye Nanque! It's him! He sneaked into the valley last time! He killed the Demon Lord!"
Fang Kui's shout attracted quite a few people, but Ye Nanque was well prepared and was not very scared.
He cleared his throat, found a stone to stand on, and waved his hand, saying, "Everyone! Everyone! I have something to say!"
"You killed the Demon Lord! What else do you have to say!"
Ye Nanque: "Everyone! Chou Song has been imprisoned in the Demon Prison for nearly a thousand years. In fact, he is not familiar with you at all! You support Chou Song simply because he bears the title of Demon Lord. You hope that such a wise Demon Lord will lead everyone to a better life. But what has he done? What has he done for everyone? "
Ye Nanque spoke passionately, "Nothing! You still live in the Valley of Ten Thousand Withered Trees, guarding this demonic realm, without seeing the sun, the birdsong, or the fragrance of flowers! Are the sun and moon outside only for those so-called cultivators? They can enjoy everyone's love by waving the banner of punishing evil and protecting the people, but what about us? What about us? Are we the greatest traitors and evildoers?"
A voice from below asked, "Aren't you a monk?"
"Yes, I am a cultivator." Ye Nanque beat his chest and stamped his feet, "But I am also a good cultivator who can't bear to see everyone living like this."
"What he said...seems to make some sense."
"Let me hear what's going on."
Fang Kui had worked for Chou Song before, so he wasn't easily swayed. He sneered, "You talk nicely. You say the Demon Lord has done nothing for us, but what about you? What can you do for us?"
This sentence hits the nail on the head.
Ye Nanque held up the flowers in his hand and said, "I have a dream. I dream that everyone will treat us demons equally, and racial discrimination will no longer exist. I dream that everyone can walk freely on the Jiuzhou Continent without having to hide their identities. Most importantly, I dream that everyone in Wanku Valley can walk out of the valley openly and enjoy the lush vegetation, wind, rain and sweet dew outside."
As he spoke, Ye Nanque scattered the flowers and plants in his hand, and the fragrance of the flowers and plants filled the air.
There were already sobs among the gathered crowd: "He, he understands me so well."
"Me too. What he said was really touching."
A goblin raised his hand politely, "So, what are we going to do?"
"It's like this." Ye Nanque casually picked up a dead branch, drew a simple unit in the air, and pointed. "This is the location of Wanku Valley, which is also where we are. We have a rare item in Wanku Valley. It is said that it is a huge stone made from the head of an evil god. The facial features are shaped like wailing, and howling sounds are often heard at night. Therefore, it is also called the Sorrow Stone. The Sorrow Stone can absorb all spiritual springs and transform them into evil water filled with demonic energy. This function is also called the 'Tears of the Sorrow Stone'."
Ye Nanque pointed again, "And this is Hengshui, the source of all the spiritual energy in the world. My plan is to use the Sorrow Stone to absorb the Hengshui water, transforming the evil water into flowing out, and thus cut off the spiritual energy."
Another studious little demon raised his hand: "What good will this do us?"
Ye Nanque first affirmed: "That's a good question! Are we going to such great lengths to trip up those immortal sects just to show off our power? No, this is for the equality of all living beings."
"Why are they practicing the righteous path, while we are practicing the evil path? Who decided this? Who decided this? The right to speak has long been in the hands of these people, so of course they have the final say! They claim to be superior to us, but do the hundreds of immortal sects have any courage?"
Fang Kui's expression was moved, and he repeated in a low voice: "Do the hundreds of immortal families have any kind of race?"
Ye Nanque's voice was nearly hoarse, but he still spoke earnestly: "If there is no distinction between spiritual energy and demonic energy in this world, if there is only one way to cultivate in this world, then who would dare to discriminate against us? Who has the right to say that he is nobler than us? I want there to be only demonic energy in this world, and I want demonic cultivation to be the only right path in the world! Outside of demonic cultivation, all other paths are wrong. Who is superior and who is inferior, who is respected and who is humble, only we have the final say!"
System: [You are a good candidate for fanning the flames.]
Ye Nanque: [These twisted theories make my blood boil.]
It wasn't just Ye Nanque who had his blood boiling; almost all the demons present had their blood boiling.
"Okay, that's what we'll do!"
"We have the final say, and I want us to have the final say!"
"We support you!"
"Cut off the Hengshui River! Cut off the Hengshui River!"
For a moment, the crowd was excited.
Fang Kui looked at Ye Nanque with hope in his eyes, as if he saw a new leader.
Ye Nanque said, "Fang Kui, I need your help. You must gather the main forces, and we will accomplish this great undertaking together!"
Fang Kui nodded: "Okay!"
Very good, very good. Everything is going smoothly.
Ye Nanque is now worried about one thing: what if during the Hengshui battle, Mu Jiulin doesn't dare to kill him because of his feelings for him?
During the time he was digging the mourning stone, he thought about it day and night, and suddenly an idea came to him.
After the grieving stone was dug out, Ye Nanque went to inspect it on site and saw that it was indeed huge. There was no end in sight when looking forward or upward. People standing under the grieving stone looked very small.
He walked around to the front of the mourning stone and could barely make out a figure with blurred features, drooping eyes and a wide-open mouth. It was an ugly sight that was unforgettable.
"Is this it?"
Fang Kui said: "Yes, this is it."
Ye Nanque: "Have the main forces assembled?"
Fang Kui: "Everyone has listened to the Lord's speech, and morale is high now."
Fang Kui even called him "Master".
Ye Nanque was getting more and more into the role of the villain leader, quickly getting into the role. He smiled softly, but his smile was sinister. "Then what are we waiting for? I can't wait to see this world that we have transformed with our own hands."
This demon army carried the mourning stones and marched arrogantly southward all the way to Hengshui in Guigu, Liangzhou.
Here, Ye Nanque saw for the first time what the "Tongtian River coming from the dome" meant. It was majestic and full of spiritual energy, like a giant curtain unfolding before his eyes.
He had already felt that the Stone of Sorrow was enormous when he saw it, and now that Hengshui was right in front of him, he couldn't help but doubt the Stone of Sorrow's abilities.
Is it really possible to cut off such a large amount of water?
While he was in a daze, Fang Kui said, "My Lord, you need to act quickly. Our army has already aroused a lot of suspicion since its departure. It will probably take only a few days for them to discover the abnormality and rush over."
Ye Nanque nodded, not feeling too anxious.
Eat a little breakfast, he knew that cutting off Hengshui was not his real purpose, his real purpose was...
Give up this world.
Give up here and find a new task.
This is what Ye Nanque really wants to do.
"Let's start." Ye Nanque said to Fang Kui very calmly.
Fang Kui seemed to be much more excited than him. As they opened the door, the stone of grief flew over Hengshui, and the demonic energy kept it running.
Ye Nanque clearly felt that the surrounding aura was changing. The Hengshui River was attracted by a force, and its flow rate slowed down. Then it changed direction visibly. First, a small stream was sucked into the mourning stone, followed by more and more.
As Hengshui inhaled, the stone's expression became more vivid. A huge, sharp, baby-like cry emanated from the stone, and a purple-black liquid, filled with demonic energy, flowed from its eyes. This was the evil water.
As for Ye Nanque, he thought he would have a headache because of the baby's crying, but he didn't.
He felt a great pleasure. The purple-black liquid that flowed out would unknowingly become a supply of his strength. The demonic energy that needed to be consumed in operating the Sorrow Stone was quickly replenished by the energy brought by the evil water, and it was in an endless supply.
Especially the part of the power in the body that belongs to Chou Song, he was so happy and excited that he felt like a fish in water.
If you count it that way, he is simply a huge perpetual motion machine.
He urged the Sorrow Stone to absorb the Hengshui River, which he consumed. The Sorrow Stone absorbed the Hengshui River and transformed it into evil water. He absorbed strength from the evil water and replenished himself.
The mourning stone also continued to expand during the absorption process. Soon, even most of the sunlight in the sky was blocked, leaving a huge shadow on the ground that was still growing.
Fang Kui said excitedly: "Sure enough, the master's idea is right. Even I can feel the power, as if I can soon break through another realm."
Ye Nanque: "Congratulations."
It's a pity that you probably won't be able to break the mirror, after all, the people from the Seven Sects will be arriving soon.
Around the afternoon of the second day, the vanguard led by the Yu Jian Sect arrived in Hengshui.
You Bihuai's face had never looked so ugly, especially when he saw Ye Nanque. His eyes showed a realization that "you really can't do anything good" and regret that "I shouldn't have let you go."
"What are you going to do?"
Ye Nanque couldn't move his hands, so he signaled with his eyes: "Can't you see this?"
He had made it so obvious.
Wen Congjie scolded, "Ye Nanque, are you crazy? Have you really forgotten who you are and want to associate with these evildoers?"
Very good, that’s the feeling of being criticized by everyone.
Ye Nanque was quite happy. The more people came, the better. The more people came, the bigger the scene would be, and the more it would support Mu Jiulin, the great hero who eliminated evil for the world.
Besides, he was going to die, so he deserved a grand victory.
Why hasn’t Mu Jiulin arrived yet? How long will it take? His hands are numb.
Why not take advantage of this time to stir up some more passion? Ye Nanque's gaze shifted to Jiang Caiyu. As they stared at each other, Jiang Caiyu stepped forward and advised, "Don't do anything that will make you regret."
Ye Nanque smiled brightly: "I don't regret it, Master. When the spiritual energy is exhausted and everyone is forced to practice magic, Master will admit that I am not some evil demon anymore."
You Bihui shook his head: "This idea is really ridiculous."
Ye Nanque: "It's alright, Master You. In your mouth, I have always been ridiculous."
Jiang Caiyu looked at Ye Nanque flying in the air. At this moment, Ye Nanque was no longer the same as he remembered. Ye Nanque seemed to be trapped in a kind of self-pitying stubbornness, and had developed a certain obsession related to him, and had already become a demon.
Jiang Caiyu couldn't help but say, "You weren't like this before."
Ye Nanque's eyes were empty. "Once upon a time? Master, which once upon a time are you talking about? I don't remember it clearly."
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