Killed Blackbird
As soon as the blue bones appeared, the black bird paused for a moment before continuing its journey toward Wen Zheng.
It recognized that what Wen Zheng was holding was her sword bone, which was also something that Shan Fengyu needed when he possessed Shan Wuxiu.
However, since Shan Wuxiu is already dead, there's no point in possessing a corpse. It's better to deal with Wen Zheng.
As the black mist approached Wen Zheng, she raised the sword bone and, following the method she had learned from Feng Gui, used her spiritual power to detonate it.
The cyan sword bone was infused with the original owner's spiritual power, emitting a dazzling light that blinded everyone.
The black bird was closest to Wen Zheng, and all it could see was white; it could only rely on its senses to continue attacking Wen Zheng.
When the second cloud of black mist condensed, the power of the sword bone explosion finally landed on it, and the pain shifted from its palm to its limbs.
The intense pain made it roar wildly, cursing and yelling at Wen Zheng.
To others, the scene appeared as a black mist howling at Wen Zheng, with Shan Wuxiu's already rotting corpse behind it.
"Oh my god!"
"Run!! A demon has been unleashed!"
"Go find the elder!"
Dan Wuxiu's body had been dead for several days. When the black bird possessed him, it deliberately used black mist to maintain its surface. Now that Wen Zheng had blasted it out, its rotting body was directly in front of everyone.
Everyone watched in disbelief as the person who had just been arguing suddenly collapsed, emitting a strong stench, and they all backed away and ran away.
Most of those who remained were elders and sect leaders from various sects, holding weapons and staring intently at the black mist on the stage, wishing they could rush up there at any moment.
They were completely unaware of the great event of the emergence of evil spirits; this is a serious dereliction of duty.
Mu Qing stood at the back of the crowd, looked up at Wen Zheng, and felt a sudden pang of sadness, not for herself, but for Wen Zheng.
He saw Wen Zheng detonate his sword bone, and all his long-held beliefs were destroyed by his own hands. He probably couldn't accept it if he were in her shoes.
Wen Zheng stood on the stage, completely oblivious to Mu Qing's thoughts; at that moment, she had only one thought.
Why isn't this black bird dead yet?
The power of the sword bone was immense. Logically speaking, the black bird should have died, but it was alive and taunting him.
Wen Zheng was completely baffled. As she frowned, she recalled the scene in Xu Ximing's mirror where she used talismans to burn away the mist. Fortunately, the talismans she had drawn at that time were still there.
Without hesitation, she took out a talisman and threw it at the black bird. The moment the flames ignited, the mist on the black bird's body decreased significantly, and it even tried to escape, but was stopped by the surrounding elders.
Unable to escape, the blackbird's flames burned ever brighter. Writhing on the ground in agony, it cried out, "Wen Zheng, do you think you've won?"
"I'm not the only demon that escaped. If you kill me, can you kill the other demons?"
A large cloud of black mist burned down to a small wisp. Wen Zheng squatted in front of it and said expressionlessly, "There's no need to kill it. Just send it back underground."
The escaped demons were imprisoned underground again, rising from the depths to the clouds and then falling back down. This thrilling experience was enough for the demons to savor for the rest of their lives.
Having understood her meaning, Blackbird was first shocked, then opened his mouth and laughed out loud, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.
Amidst the unpleasant laughter, the flames finally burned out, and the blackbird vanished without leaving even ashes.
Having dealt with the blackbird, Wen Zheng's gaze fell on Shan Fengyu's face in the distance. She showed off the wooden bracelet on her wrist and revealed a calm smile.
Seeing that the black mist had dissipated, the elders guarding the arena boldly stepped onto the stage and stopped five steps away from Wen Zheng, asking, "Miss Wen, may I ask how you know about the demons?"
Wen Zheng turned to look at the person who asked the question and said calmly, "Because I saw it with my own eyes when I was in Qian Sheng Palace."
The person asking the question frowned, then said instead, "I've heard that demons are most fond of the bodies of people with good talent, so what about you...?"
The unspoken meaning was clear: he suspected that Wen Zheng was also a demon.
Wen Zheng scoffed and continued, "Actually, I also know the other demons that the demon mentioned earlier. He is the current Palace Master of Qian Sheng Palace, Shan Fengyu. Back then, I was framed and executed after discovering this secret, but fortunately, I faked my death and escaped."
After she finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Shan Fengyu, who was walking slowly towards them, and no one dared to speak.
Dan Fengyu stopped in front of everyone, looked around at them, and then looked at Wen Zheng: "Are you satisfied?"
After going through all that trouble, what was her motive for killing Blackbird?
Wen Zheng shook her head: "I'm not satisfied. You're still here."
She wouldn't have accomplished what she needed to do until she resolved Shan Fengyu's issue.
Dan Fengyu scoffed, no longer wanting to argue with Wen Zheng. He looked at the person closest to him and said, "Do you think Wen Zheng is right?"
When asked, the man paused for a moment before replying, "Maybe...maybe."
After all, when Wen Zheng just said that Shan Wuxiu was a demon, it was indeed true.
Dan Fengyu laughed out loud, and before anyone could react, he quickly threw out the black mist in his hand, which landed on the person who had answered.
The moment the black mist enveloped the man, it was like a black, opaque cage, obscuring the view inside and allowing only screams to be heard.
Everyone was shocked, and they pointed their weapons at Shan Fengyu, who had made the move. Some people who refused to believe that Shan Fengyu was a demon asked, "Palace Master Shan, are you really a demon?"
"So what if it is? You bunch of useless cultivators can't even tell." Shan Fengyu raised his head slightly, his disdain evident in everyone's eyes.
The screams continued until they stopped and the black mist dissipated, leaving only a husk lying on the ground.
Wen Zheng looked at the person lying on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, he has started to devour people's souls."
After he finished speaking, everyone dispersed, their eyes fixed on Shan Fengyu with serious expressions.
The fact that the sect leader of the First Immortal Sect is actually a demon is absurd; no one would believe it if it were told.
As the crowd dispersed, Wen Zheng quickly walked to Mu Qing's side, grabbed his sleeve, and said, "I need your help with something big."
Looking at Wen Zheng's serious expression, Mu Qing pursed her lips and said, "If you ask, I will always agree."
Wen Zheng gestured towards Shan Fengyu with her lips and whispered, "There's still one thing left to do. I hope you can hold Shan Fengyu back."
The seeds of the Jianmu tree haven't been planted yet, and Shan Fengyu could come out and cause trouble at any time. Her revelation that they are demons in front of everyone is also to keep the demons occupied by others.
"Okay." After saying that, Mu Qing couldn't help but ask, "Do you really have a way to solve the problem of the evil spirits?"
He knew that Shan Fengyu being a demon was not the biggest problem; the biggest problem was the other demons underground.
If one demon can escape, another can escape. He couldn't think of a way to solve the problem once and for all except for the Jianmu tree.
Thinking of Jianmu, his gaze fell on Wenzheng's wrist, where he noticed a wooden bracelet. He frowned, took Wenzheng's hand, and looked at it: "What's this?"
Wen Zheng showed him the seedlings twice and then withdrew her hand, saying calmly, "Two Jianmu seedlings."
She never imagined there would be two saplings when she stole them, and that neither of them could be missing.
The two Jianmu seedlings in her hands easily caught Shan Fengyu's attention, so she took one away and left the other in Qiansheng Palace.
After Wen Zheng finished speaking, she remembered that Qingling Daoren's soul was still in Jianmu. She picked up the lotus lantern that Mu Qing had given her in the Ghost Clan and transferred Qingling Daoren's soul there.
When she handed the lotus lantern to Mu Qing, he paused for a moment and asked, "What is this?"
Wen Zheng: "Your master, the soul of Qingling Daoist, is still alive."
Mu Qing's eyes widened as she carefully took the lotus lantern and put it away. Then she looked at Wen Zheng and asked, "Are you going to plant the Jianmu tree?"
Wen Zheng nodded, looking at the situation on Shan Fengyu's side. It seemed that they were being held back by those people.
"Come back alive." Mu Qing uttered these words after a long silence.
He didn't know how Wen Zheng planted the Jianmu tree, but for such a rare and precious material to grow, the consumption involved must be beyond what ordinary people could bear. All he could do now was pray that Wen Zheng would survive.
Their eyes met, and Wen Zheng looked at him, smiled, and said, "Okay." After saying that, she turned and left, running towards the ancient battlefield mass grave.
Mu Qing took out the Taiqing Sword, walked up to Shan Fengyu, her eyes calm and composed, and said, "Palace Master Shan, do you still remember me?"
This time, he revealed his true cultivation level. The pressure of the Integration Stage descended, and the others retreated one after another, no longer daring to approach. They could only watch quietly from a distance.
Upon seeing the familiar moves and swordsmanship, Shan Fengyu instantly realized: "You're the one who attacked me with Feng Gui that day."
His tone was resolute, but his eyes held a hint of violence.
Mu Qing nodded and said, "A long time ago, you tried to take my sword bone, but my master, Daoist Qingling, discovered it and then you killed him."
Having learned the truth, he knew that Qingling Daoist had died at the hands of the evil spirits. It was precisely because of this that he agreed to work with Feng Gui to deal a heavy blow to the evil spirits.
“Qingling Daoist? Qingling Daoist!” Shan Fengyu murmured the name, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.
Qingling Daoist was the second person to discover that he was a demon. Later, he killed Qingling Daoist and imprisoned his soul in the underground of the library. Wen Zheng often went to the library to read books, so she must have discovered it and even cooperated with Qingling Daoist to escape.
With two people who knew his identity working together, his defeat was indeed not unjust.
While he was lost in thought, Mu Qing's sword had already landed in front of him, and he instinctively used the black mist to block it.
This scene, witnessed by the elders watching, further convinced them that he was a demon, and they all drew their weapons and joined the battle.
On the other side.
Wen Zheng rushed to the mass grave as fast as she could. The shadowy figure from last time was still wandering around. Hearing the commotion, it slowly surrounded them.
After regaining her memories, Wen Zheng knew the demon's weakness. She took out the Azure Spirit Brocade Brush and quickly drew several demon-subduing talismans, then threw them out.
The talisman touched the dark figures and instantly burst into flames. The figures were so densely packed that the flames spread like firewood, igniting them all in an instant.
Wen Zheng walked out through the burned gap and continued to throw talismans at the approaching dark figure.
As Wen Zheng walked towards the original location of Jianmu, the Azure Spirit Brocade Brush in her hand never stopped. The dark shadows kept rushing over as if they were not afraid of death, and then they were set on fire.
After Wen Zheng finally stood in the large pit left by the collapse of the Jianmu tree, the dark figure retreated, leaving Wen Zheng alone to walk down into the deep pit.
The exposed tree roots were rotten; Wen Zheng kicked one and a lot of wood chips fell off.
"Luckily we arrived in time." Wen Zheng took out the mirror, and just as she was about to use it, a sound came from downstairs.
"Is that Xiao Wen?"
A slightly obsequious voice appeared, and Wen Zheng paused. After a moment, as if she had thought of something, she said, "It's me, senior. Please wait a moment, I'll release you right away."
The obsequious voice said, "Alright, alright, be careful not to hurt yourself."
Wen Zheng responded and continued fiddling with the mirror in her hand, a smile curving her lips.
These foolish demons still believe in their pipe dream of letting them out.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
