Qinghe took it to heart, but remained calm on the surface, still saying the same thing: "Then you should arrest Mo Junqian, why are you arresting me?"
Ji Chen looked at her, his effeminate voice making people uncomfortable, "Don't think I don't know, Mo Junqian is fond of you. As long as you're here, why would I be afraid he won't come?"
Qinghe chuckled and said, "Then you're wrong. Mo Junqian only feels kinship with me as a fellow disciple. He has someone else in his heart."
Ji Chen clearly didn't believe it, but seeing that Qing He's expression didn't seem to be lying, he asked, "Who?"
Qing smiled mysteriously: "Guess."
Ji Chen narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous glint in them. "I advise you not to try anything funny. Tell me honestly, or I will make you suffer endless torment, wishing you were dead."
Qinghe still challenged him provocatively, "Do you dare?"
She had previously suspected that Ji Chen was very afraid of Qi Rong. Although she didn't know where his hatred came from, Qinghe could tell that whenever Qi Rong was mentioned, he would avoid eye contact and was unwilling to talk about it. The current provocation was just a test.
Clearly, she hadn't expected that even a cornered dog would jump over the wall. Faced with Qing He's provocation, Ji Chen's patience had reached its breaking point. He was furious and raised his palm, unleashing a terrifying surge of spiritual power towards Qing He.
The powerful force attacked in a straight line, but before it could even touch Qinghe's body, it was neutralized by a gentle spiritual energy, like punching cotton without making a ripple.
Ji Chen showed a surprised expression, then looked at Qing He's wrist. On her fair and smooth wrist, a dark red and antique bracelet was shimmering with a soft light.
The power was not unfamiliar; the red spiritual energy was gentle and mild, like a spring breeze caressing the willows, giving people a very comfortable feeling. However, Ji Chen's expression changed, and his whole body stiffened as if facing a formidable enemy.
He frantically looked around, his face a mixture of fear and hatred, and shouted, "Su Feng! Stop playing tricks! You killed me once a thousand years ago, and I won't repeat that mistake this time. Come out and let me do whatever I want to you! If you have the guts, come out and let's fight to the death!"
There was no response, only the howling of the wind.
Ji Chen clenched his fists, and Qinghe noticed that his body was trembling slightly.
The next moment, he said in a gloomy tone, "Just because I can't touch you doesn't mean others can. In my demon territory, there are countless demon spirits, and they will take good care of you for me."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Long after he left, Tong finally appeared and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Qinghe shook his head and casually asked, "Ji Chen's cultivation is not low, so why wasn't he able to detect you?"
Tong casually replied, "I reside within your spiritual sea. Unless someone forcibly invades it, no one can detect me." He then asked with a hint of doubt, "These are basic common sense for cultivators. Don't you know that?"
Qing subtly changed the subject, her gaze falling on a worn-out book in the corner. She said, "Bring that book to me."
Tong was reluctant to pick it up, but under Qinghe's intense gaze, she gave in once again, picked up the book, and handed it to her, saying, "Here."
Qinghe shook his bound hands, gesturing for him to turn the pages of the book.
The book was turned, revealing worn and yellowed pages inside. Tong asked, puzzled, "What do you want to do?"
Qinghe looked at the pages and asked, "Do you think Shen Xun can hear me through this book?"
Tong: "..." If he wasn't mistaken, this should be the third time he was speechless at Qing.
Before Tong could answer, Qinghe closed his eyes and began chanting to himself over the yellowed pages of the book. From Tong's perspective, it sounded like a spell or something similar.
For a long time, there was no reaction, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air.
Qinghe opened his eyes, unable to hide his disappointment, "As expected, there was no response."
Tong rolled her eyes silently. This book was so tattered and soaked in water; it was no wonder it wouldn't react.
However, he still kindly explained, "The demonic energy in Yihuang Mountain is dense, and there is also a large array barrier, so it's normal that he can't hear it."
Qinghe sighed again, "Alas, in this desolate wilderness, there's nothing to eat, people are going to starve to death."
Tong sighed, "I'll go find you something to eat."
Qinghe's expression changed instantly, "Gather some sweet fruits, and some food, preferably drunken shrimp, roast duck, eight-treasure porridge, and..."
Tong burst out of the cave and walked for a long time, still able to hear Qinghe's incessant chatter behind him.
...
Before long, Tong returned, bringing back a pile of wild fruit.
Qinghe picked and chose, but couldn't find any fancy dishes like roast duck or drunken shrimp, so she couldn't help but say, "Why are there only fruit dishes?"
Tong couldn't wait to sit down on the ground and start eating. Being a bird, he naturally loved eating fruit. Hearing this, he said, "The Demon Realm is desolate and there's not much to eat. You'll have to make do with this." As he spoke, he picked up a wild fruit and stuffed it into her mouth.
After finishing the fruit with difficulty, Qing casually asked, "Do you think Mo Junqian really possesses the last divine pearl, as Ji Chen said?"
After a moment, Tong Sichen said, "When I was at Tianqi Academy, I read many books and scrolls, and there were very few records about the divine pearls. In those few words, only the four divine pearls of 'Feng, Shui, Huo, and Shan' were mentioned. As for the last divine pearl, the Zhentian Pearl, there was no record of it at all, which shows how mysterious it is."
He put down the wild fruit in his hand and said to Qinghe, "Ji Chen may have had his reasons for saying that. It's not impossible that the Divine Pearl is in Mo Junqian's hands."
"But," Qinghe asked in confusion, "when we were searching for the Divine Pearl before, Mo Junqian was so close to us, why didn't the Divine Pearl sense him?"
Tong guessed, "Perhaps Goddess Lingxi used some method to prevent the aura of the divine pearl from being revealed, so that even Mo Junqian himself did not know."
Qinghe thought it made some sense. "Back then, when I went to the God Realm, I met Goddess Lingxi. She never revealed anything about the Divine Pearl. Perhaps she had concerns and avoided me, an outsider, or perhaps she was afraid that the appearance of the Divine Pearl would bring disaster."
Tong nodded in agreement, "That's right."
"There's something else that I find strange."
Tong looked up at her.
Qinghe voiced his doubts: "Just now, Ji Chen mentioned Su Feng. Qi Rong said that only the gods in the divine realm know the name Su Feng, and in the human realm, he refers to himself as Qi Rong. How did Ji Chen know this? Moreover, judging from what he said, it seems that he has a deep hatred for Qi Rong. But since the three realms were divided into three and a balance was achieved, I have never heard of any grudges between the divine and demonic realms, let alone a blood feud. What is going on?"
Lost in thought, he caught a glimpse of Tong eating and drinking heartily out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but call out, "Hey, give me some advice, what do you think?"
Tong stopped eating and drinking, and waved his hand indifferently, "Why do you care so much? The grudges between the gods and demons have been intertwined for a long time, and cannot be explained in a day or two. How many years have you lived? How much do you know about the past?"
He swallowed the last bite of fruit and continued, "As a divine lord of the divine realm, Su Feng has countless blood debts on his hands. When all things were first created, he killed countless demons. Even after the pacification, he was decisive and ruthless whenever the demons made a move. Therefore, the entanglement between the divine realm and the demons was destined from the very beginning. How can you say there is no enmity between them?"
Speaking ill of the person in front of Qinghe, Qinghe glanced at the jade pendant at his waist without leaving a trace, admiring Tong for being a true man.
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