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A fierce, eerie wind blew, chilling everyone to the bone, yet it ignited the fighting spirit within them.
"Set off."
With a decisive move, Chu Qing was the first to raise her hand and summon her sword, easily slicing through the demonic barrier in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, a huge crowd filed out, heading in one direction—the direction of peace, the dawn of victory.
"Qingge, what's wrong with your bloodline?"
Hua Qi walked side by side with Chu Qing. Although he had been prepared, he felt a sudden panic in his heart when he saw the flicker in her pupils just now.
“When I was in the Demon Palace, I had some free time and studied some secret techniques. Yin Li is not suitable for this bloodline.”
"Qingge, you're being ridiculous!"
"Hua Qi, I want to ask you for a favor." Chu Qing smiled gently. Since transmigrating into the book, she had always been a person of her word, but absolute strength also meant bearing more responsibility.
Yin Li is the chosen one, the protagonist, yet his ending in the book is still death.
This shows that while the protagonist won't die until a certain point is reached, once their predetermined fate is sealed, no one can change it.
But Chu Qing was different. She didn't believe in fate. When she was young, a fortune teller predicted that she would be lonely and helpless and achieve nothing in her life.
So what are we going through now?
Thinking of this, her previously distant gaze gradually hardened. She turned and took out a letter, solemnly placing it in Hua Qi's hand: "If I don't come back—"
"Qingge! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Master!"
Mo Yu happened to arrive at that moment and overheard their conversation. He felt a tightness in his chest and stared at her with red eyes.
Helpless, Chu Qing ignored their attempts to stop her and continued, "If they don't come back, leave this to Yin Li."
"Yin Li is no longer a demon, and he will inherit my bloodline. Therefore, after this battle, Hua Qi—"
The person opposite looked up
"I want you to give him a legitimate identity."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yu was greatly shocked. How could he not understand his master's intentions by now? Bloodline inheritance, in other words, the inheritance of mantle.
The master not only wanted Yin Li to have the same cultivation level as her, but also the same status—an elder of Green Mountain Peak!
Hua Qi remained expressionless, seemingly having anticipated this fact, but the envelope in his hand was crumpled in his hand.
Qingge never asks anyone for anything; this is the first time, and it may very well be the last.
After a long pause, a bitter voice finally rang in my ears: "Okay."
Chu Qing felt a sudden sense of relief. She was from another world, and no matter what, she couldn't escape death in this battle. But now she felt a sense of attachment. The scenery, objects, and people of Green Mountain Peak were all happening in reality. Meanwhile, the most hidden corner of her heart was gradually withering away from the nourishment of love, leaving her wounded and heartbroken.
After a brief exchange, there were no further words spoken. Everyone continued on their way in silence, as if each of them had foreseen the horrific future ahead.
A light rain began to fall, but the dark clouds still hung low, making people feel restless.
Demon Realm: Demon Palace
It has been three days.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye since Ling Xueluo entered on her wedding day.
Initially, a steady stream of palace maids and servants moved between the bedchamber and the courtyard. Basins of blood soaked through handkerchiefs. Feng Ying invited countless doctors to treat the emperor, but in the end, all she received was the same sentence: "External injuries are easy to heal, but mental illness is hard to endure."
What a worry! He glared disdainfully at Ling Xueluo. It was all that woman's fault. Now she had used her and left, leaving behind this inexperienced little girl.
But they can neither be injured nor driven away. This person has been doing his best to heal the Venerable One, and there have even been signs of improvement recently.
Furthermore, the Venerable One had once instructed me that if my master's disciple came, I must not harm anyone other than the Venerable One himself.
"Senior brother, do you think Master will come back?"
The boy lying on the bed had a furrowed brow, his eyes covered by a white silk cloth, revealing only his smooth forehead, high nose and slightly chapped red lips.
Suddenly, the fingers at his side twitched, as if trying to grasp something, but then fell limply to their sides again.
"Senior Brother is about to wake up." Ling Xueluo said to Feng Ying, "I will stay here to watch over him. It's late, Master, you should go back and rest."
The person opposite him pursed his lips in disapproval, opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, and turned away dejectedly.
She's right. There's no point in me staying here. What can I do besides cause trouble?
"Cough, cough."
Sure enough, after a short while, a low cough sounded. Yin Li felt like he had slept for a long time. When he regained consciousness, the intense pain in his eyes woke him up.
"master······"
He muttered something unconsciously, but by the time he realized what he was saying, it was too late to take it back.
"Senior brother."
Seeing this, Ling Xuelu helped the other person slowly get up and lean against the headboard, then brought over a bowl of bitter medicine.
"Ling Xueluo?" Yin Li frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Ling Xuelu choked, sighed inwardly, and brought over the brewed medicine: "Drink it first."
Whether it was the bowl of medicine that crossed Yin Li's bottom line or something else, he could no longer suppress his inner rage and suddenly waved his hand, smashing the medicine to the ground.
The pain in his eyes hadn't completely subsided, and the physiological nausea made him gag, but Yin Li forced himself to suppress the nausea.
"go out."
"Yin Li! Master is unwilling—"
"I'll say it again, get out."
Seeing that she couldn't persuade her otherwise, Ling Xueluo had no choice but to leave, cleaning up the broken porcelain shards before she left.
As soon as the door closed, Feng Ying stood under a tree not far away, asking with a mocking look, "Kicked out?"
"Hmph, you're the same."
Feng Ying glared at her again and tried to go forward, but as expected, she was stopped by Ling Xueluo.
"Let Senior Brother have some peace and quiet. This time—I also feel that Master is somewhat..."
It was a bit much, but she understood her master; he must have had no other choice but to do it.
Inside the room, Yin Li couldn't tell whether it was day or night, nor did she know how long she had been lying there. Right now, besides the pain, she felt nothing else.
The pain was like a knife cutting through his flesh, layer by layer, reaching straight to his heart. He vaguely remembered the red silk and festive colors that covered the entire palace that day, but the next second, his beloved betrayed him without any mercy.
Seize the Spirit Pearl, Change Bloodline
Each and every one of these incidents, whenever Yin Li thought about it, felt like falling into an inescapable hell, suffering immense pain and torment.
Chu Qingge, you lied to me again. You're always lying to me.
Why? Just because he repeatedly gave away his complete trust, and what kind of outcome did he get in return?
He hated that he couldn't just die. Now he was blind and had no trace of spiritual power on his body. He was no different from a cripple. Could it be that everything in the Demon Palace was just a disguise by Chu Qingge?
Could it be that her ultimate goal was always just the Spirit Pearl, so her master never liked him and never treated him sincerely?
However, Yin Li stubbornly refused to believe it. He admitted that he was lowly and wicked, but he also clearly heard his master's last words before he fell into a coma.
She said she loved him.
Master, what should I do to keep you here forever?
Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside the window, and soon large raindrops began to fall, quickly turning into a downpour. The torrential rain washed over the entire Demon Realm, as if it wanted to sweep away everything from the past, leaving no trace of its past.
Yin Li lay there for a whole day. Ling Xueluo knocked on the door again and came in. This time, Feng Ying followed her in.
"Senior brother, it's time for you to take your medicine."
The person on the bed turned their head in response to the sound, neither speaking nor answering, but Feng Ying understood the Venerable One's meaning.
His Majesty accepted it and no longer rejected it as he had the day before.
Feng Ying took the bowl from the woman's hand, carefully placed it aside, and, supporting Yin Li's back, brought the rim of the bowl to her lips.
The room was filled with a bitter taste, but the other person drank it down without changing expression.
"Senior brother, if this medicine is combined with a spiritual pill, and you circulate your spiritual energy through a few small cycles after each dose, you'll recover quickly..."
"My eyes."
Yin Li didn't listen carefully to Ling Xueluo's words. He wanted to heal his eyes. He was afraid that he would never see his master again.
"It's nothing, it's just that you've been temporarily traumatized and can't see clearly. It will be fine in a few days."
Yin Li understood, but recalling what the other party had just said, a thought struck her, and she quickly asked, "Do I have spiritual power?"
After saying this, as if talking to himself, he endured the pain and slowly examined his body. He didn't know until he looked, even though he couldn't sense any immortal or demonic energy at first, as long as he explored further, he would find that he was now a completely different person.
His immortal lineage comes from his master.
Only the master's immortal lineage could be so pure and rich in spiritual energy.
He is no longer a demon.
Realizing this, Yin Li suddenly got up and tried to get out of bed, but Feng Ying resisted him firmly. Ling Xueluo also quickly used a muscle-softening technique to make him lie back down.
"Our master changed our bloodline, so what about her—"
Yes, she's going to deal with Wen Ruyu.
Thinking of this, Yin Li felt as if a huge gap had been left in her heart. She wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry and aching.
There's nothing he can do.
Yin Li clenched his fists tightly under the covers. With his intelligence, Yin Li couldn't possibly be unaware of what Chu Qing's actions meant, or what could possibly make her take such a huge risk, even going so far as to research the secret techniques of the demon race to exchange bloodlines with him and then fight Wen Ruyu.
Unless—only those with half-demon blood have a sliver of hope.
Oh
Chu Qingge, you have always put your own safety aside.
A profound sense of powerlessness filled his body. Yin Li was unwilling to accept this situation. He refused to just wait for news of his master. No matter how much pain or hatred he felt, he could forgive anything as long as his master was safe.
"Junior sister, give me the pill."
Ling Xueluo's face lit up with joy. She took out the elixir that her master had prepared in advance from her pocket, placed it in the other person's hand, and earnestly instructed, "You can only take one a day. This elixir is very effective and can help you recover quickly, but it may have some side effects."
Feng Ying, who had been standing there like a wooden statue, finally stopped and asked, "What side effects?"
"The pain in your meridians is like a marrow cleansing; it all depends on whether you can endure it, Senior Brother."
"no problem."
As Yin Li spoke, he opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and put it in his mouth. As long as he could recover quickly, he was determined to find his master. No matter what the outcome, he could not sit idly by and wait for death.
Master, wait for your disciple. Your disciple wants you to say those three words again in front of me.
[Author's Note]
Ding~ There will be another chapter later!!! (But it might be around 10 or 11 pm. If you're sleepy, my little angels, go and rest first!!!) [Sprinkling flowers]
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