32 Chapter Thirty-Two
She died quietly, holding Yan Qing in her arms.
The whistling of the longsword and the fierce slash of the cold blade intertwined, and Lu Yue remained expressionless despite the hole in his chest.
The sword and the saber resembled a phoenix and a dragon.
The phoenix's rebirth was accompanied by dazzling golden light, while the purple dragon exuded majesty. The black mist gradually enveloped the golden light, swallowing it all.
Wei Mengqiu was surprised that Lu Yue still dared to resist. She knew that even if she gave her life, she might not be able to kill her, but she stared at Lu Yue's back with deep eyes and suddenly chuckled, "That child is really stupid, daring to come out to find you."
Lu Yue's heart tightened. She turned around and looked back, but there was no one in sight.
Knowing she had fallen into a trap, she thrust her longsword straight into Wei Mengqiu's heart once more. This time the wound was much deeper, but disregarding the pain, Lu Yue simultaneously pierced Wei Mengqiu's heart with her longsword.
The woman smiled wildly, her eyes crazed, and said, "I told you long ago, as the Demon Lord, you shouldn't have any emotions. When you saved that child, Lu Yue should have known that one day you would die because of him."
Wei Mengqiu drew his sword and sheathed it. He watched as he placed the finest Blood Demon Lotus into his raised lips, and the wounds vanished instantly.
"Lu Yue, even the Blood Demon Lotus couldn't save you after those two sword strikes. I saved your life, so dying by my hand is a return to its rightful owner."
Wei Mengqiu, looking smug, ignored Lu Yue and entered the secret realm directly. She loathed that child, and even more so, Xue Ji. These two children represented her unbearable past memories; her infatuation with love was utterly ridiculous.
She cultivated the path of ruthlessness, yet she was unexpectedly bound by kinship. Why did Heaven treat her this way? She had worked diligently since childhood, vanquishing demons and monsters in order to ascend to godhood.
Since that's the case, then don't blame her for being ruthless and personally cutting off everything that shouldn't exist.
Yan Qing was overjoyed and wanted to tell the Venerable One her feelings. Hearing the commotion outside, her innocent and naive face broke into a pure smile, but she only saw the white-clad woman from last time looking at her with a cold face.
Yan Qing had never seen an outsider trespass into this place before. Seeing the bloodstains on her body, and recalling her previous attempt to harm the Venerable One, she drew her sword and questioned, "Who are you?"
Wei Mengqiu looked at Yan Qing with disdain, who couldn't even hold a sword properly. This was actually her child; it was utterly disgraceful.
"It's ridiculous that Lu Yue is distracted by a piece of trash like you."
Wei Mengqiu raised her hand and grabbed Yan Qing's neck. In the past, she was afraid that her so-called sins would prevent her from becoming a god, so she dared not lay a hand on this child. But since Heaven had been so cruel to her, she should not be blamed for being ruthless.
"Let him go."
Lu Yue stood at the cave entrance, her face pale, her purple eyes coldly staring at Wei Mengqiu. Even though blood was still flowing from her wounds, she remained calm.
The ink-black robe, soaked in blood, took on an eerie, bright black hue.
"Forget it, I don't bother with such trash. After all, without you as his support, his fate would probably be even worse."
Wei Mengqiu sneered and ruthlessly tossed aside the piece of trash in his hand. In truth, it wasn't him who killed Lu Yue, but Yan Qing. However, this foolish child would never suspect that he was the culprit.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Yan Qing looked at Lu Yue's wound, from which blood was constantly flowing, her eyes moistened, and hot tears streamed down her face.
He tried desperately to cover it, but to no avail. The Venerable One's already cold body grew even colder, and his warm tears stung Lu Yue's eyelids.
Let me hug you.
Lu Yue spoke softly, knowing that even if her injuries weren't life-threatening, she would still face certain death if her subordinates outside saw them.
She wanted to tell Yan Qing her feelings; he was the child she had always cherished. She had carefully protected him ever since Chong Li's death, but fearing he would become her weakness, she had always neglected him.
Having wandered alone in the dense forest for a century and spent a century in the demon realm, she constantly yearned for power. She wanted to sit in the highest position and watch the once high and mighty demons bow down to her.
Even if you want to celebrate his birthday, you still have to use Xueji's name.
Lu Yue wanted to say so much to Yan Qing, but she was too tired. She simply held him tenderly, inhaling his clean scent. He was the only foolish child in the world who would never betray her.
"Your Majesty, you will not die. I have always wanted to be like Father, to protect you and serve you, but I have always been a burden to you. I will go to Father; he will surely not let you die."
Lu Yue held down the struggling Yan Qing and sighed softly, "He's not in the Demon Realm. By the time he returns, he'll probably be welcoming a new Demon Lord."
Therefore, she never trusted Wen Ruo; he was only loyal to the identity of the Demon Lord, and it didn't matter to him who he was.
"Your Majesty, I don't want to lose you."
"Don't be afraid, Yan Qing, I will take you with me when we die."
Although Lu Yue didn't know what her feelings for Yan Qing were, he was a unique being. She gently licked Yan Qing's neck, and the young man didn't struggle. His slender body trembled, and his cheeks flushed as if he had heard sweet words of love.
His eyes welled up with tears, and he said shyly, "I am willing to die with Your Majesty."
The fangs bit down gently yet cruelly, and Yan Qing pursed his lips and let out a soft moan, his clear eyes gradually becoming misty. He lay in the Venerable One's arms with joy and happiness, finally dying contentedly.
Lu Yue gently patted Yan Qing's back, quietly waiting for his heart to stop beating.
"How ridiculous that you would die like this."
While Wu Yan was dealing with the righteous disciples outside, Hu Mei secretly sneaked into the secret realm and saw her holding the child in her arms. She sneered, "This must be the legendary young master. It's laughable that you would risk your life for such an incompetent piece of trash. But it doesn't matter. I will become the new Demon Lord and take your place."
"It doesn't matter."
Hu Mei approached step by step, and was about to make a move when a long whip almost lashed him back to his original form.
She recognized the person and cursed, "Damn Wen Ruo."
Wen Ruo's usually calm face turned cold as she looked at the bloodstains on Lu Yue's chest and her faint breath: "Did you do this?"
"Of course it's not me." Hu Mei didn't understand why Wen Ruo was still protecting Lu Yue. He should have chosen the new Demon Lord, and she was the best choice.
"Yeah?"
Wen Ruo stared at Hu Mei with slightly reddened eyes, but in an instant, her consciousness was taken away. He saw everything, and his eyes grew even deeper. For the sake of Qun Qing's previous prophecy, he did not hesitate to kill all the palace masters who threatened the Venerable's safety, but in the end, he was implicated because of this child.
"Your Excellency, no, Lu Yue is truly pitiful. You are no longer the Your Excellency I should follow. You have become like a small and pathetic human, possessing emotions you should not have."
Lu Yue gently stroked Yan Qing's sleeping face, her beautiful face under the silver crown looking indifferently at Wen Ruo: "You'll have a new master anyway."
Hu Mei was secretly delighted; it seemed she still had a chance.
"No, you are still perfect. Now that trash is dead, you will have no burdens. I will erase the memories that should not exist in your life."
Hu Mei was stunned. Something was wrong. Shouldn't Wen Ruo think that Lu Yue was unworthy to be the Demon Lord and choose a new master?
"What do you mean?"
Lu Yue held Yan Qing in her arms. When Mingming Chongli was moved by Wei Mengqiu, Wen Ruo ruthlessly used her to kill him.
The usually gentle and composed man knelt respectfully on the ground, smiling as he looked at Lu Yue's wounds: "You will still be the master I am willing to serve. I will go outside and deal with that damned woman now."
Lu Yue never expected Wen Ruo to do this, and Hu Mei never expected her beautiful dream to be shattered. She could only weakly drag herself out, hoping to find a place to heal her wounds.
Where are you going?
"Your Excellency, I was disrespectful and offended you just now," Hu Mei quickly flattered, as it was already difficult enough to keep her position as Left Protector.
"Didn't you want to become the Demon Lord?" Lu Yue stared at her with his purple eyes, grabbed the fox tail and dragged her to his side, then pinched Hu Mei's cheek and kissed her mercilessly.
Hu Mei was terrified by the Venerable One's action. She felt a tingling sensation on her tongue as something warm and gentle entered her body.
That's the inner elixir.
"You're crazy."
"The position of Demon Lord is yours."
Even if Lu Yue dies, she will not be controlled by Wen Ruo. At this moment, another small inner core flew towards Wen Ruo.
Wei Mengqiu was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined, but when the half of the inner core returned to his body, Wen Ruo's eyes changed.
She would rather die than continue being the Demon Lord?
And did he actually know all along that it was him who saved her, or was he just pretending not to know?
"Lu Yue is dead."
Wei Mengqiu sheathed her sword. Although it was a pity that she died for love, she was still satisfied with the ending.
“Interesting. But since you’ve come to the Demon Realm as guests, you might as well stay forever.”
Wen Ruo smiled faintly. Instantly, the Demon Realm shook violently, and collapsing rocks sealed off all exits, accompanied by continuous wails of agony. At this moment, the place resembled a purgatory, with massive arrays lighting up, making escape futile.
Wei Mengqiu held his disciple Simiao in his arms and used his last strength to break through a gap in the formation before throwing her out. He was then hit by falling rocks and fell heavily to the ground. He really dared to put on such a show of mutual destruction.
Just when they thought she was going to die, the Blood Demon Lotus that covered the mountains and fields floated over, transforming into human figures and gently picking up the woman.
Wei Mengqiu knew it was him; even after being dead for so long, his lingering spirit was still protecting her.
"Chongli".
The man's handsome face appeared before her eyes, his cold and wild features gazing tenderly at his former lover.
Wei Mengqiu touched his pale, cold cheek and slowly closed his eyes.
"I think I still love you."
Wei Mengqiu remembered that winter day when she was clumsily taking care of Chong Li, but was captivated by his handsome appearance. Despite her limited medical knowledge, Chong Li's injuries did not improve despite her repeated treatments.
They held a wedding ceremony in the small bamboo house and invited the local people to a celebratory feast. He was very good at taking care of himself, chopping wood, watering plants, cooking, and washing clothes.
If she hadn't regained her memories, perhaps she would have lived her whole life like that. But there are no "ifs." Her obsession was to ascend to godhood, but unfortunately, in the end, she was still trapped by love.
As Wei Mengqiu closed his eyes, a burst of light appeared, and his body became light.
Only those who cultivate the Dao and comprehend the final level can ascend to godhood—a mystery countless people cannot fathom. Only now did Wei Mengqiu finally see through it; it was simply an admission. Heaven had always favored her, granting her the most indulgent way to see through it, but the proud Wei Mengqiu had never dared to admit to loving Chong Li.
A gentle white light illuminated everything, and the bodies of the disciples who died in the Demon Realm were brought out one by one. Hundreds of birds came to offer their congratulations, and their clear and melodious chirps filled the air.
Wei Mengqiu's figure gradually turned into nothingness, rose into the sky and disappeared. In the end, she still managed to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness.
Wen Ruo found the scene utterly laughable, his eyes narrowing as the black mist around him intensified. He had seen many cultivators who had achieved godhood, and all of them had endured arduous and torturous tribulations. How could Wei Mengqiu have achieved godhood so easily?
Lu Yue also saw that pure, dazzling white. She stubbornly held Yan Qing in her arms. Although the snake's body was not warm, she felt a long-lost warmth.
She held Yan Qing, preparing to die quietly, when the crimson blood demon lotus transformed into Chong Li's figure. He chuckled with a joyful and boastful tone, "She just said she loved me."
Lu Yue didn't want to listen to this nonsense. Blood-red ghost lotuses spread over her body, staining her demon robe a dazzling red. She lay on the ground, gently holding Yan Qing in her arms.
Wen Ruo, I will decide the new master of the Demon Realm this time.
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