Chapter 123 Demon Realm 4 Past Events
One day ago, at the Golden Serpent Palace.
Upon receiving the news, Sheng Qing paced back and forth in agitation. "Your disciple has been kidnapped by the demons! Did you hear that?"
Fu Shuang slowly raised her hand and wrote an application. The Qingyun Sect was already quite famous. If they didn't make a move soon, their name would probably be taken by someone else after Xu Xing returned.
Her obedient and well-behaved disciple was too unambitious. Although she didn't say it, she secretly hoped that Xu Xing would make more requests. Her disciple had finally gotten what she wanted, so how could she, as the master, not support her?
"What are you writing? What is more important than Xu Xing's life? Do you even care about her?"
Fu Shuang summoned the Vermilion Bird and sent it to fly to the Central Continent with the paper before speaking, "Don't you want to completely kill the demon who manipulated Yu Jingzi and injured you back then? This is a good opportunity."
Sheng Qing was taken aback, and his voice lowered involuntarily, "But so many years have passed, he must have recovered by now. Xu Xing's cultivation is too low, and I don't want anything to happen to her."
Fu Shuang said calmly, "I have cultivated diligently for many years, only wanting to completely eliminate the mastermind behind this. In order to wipe them all out, let her stay there for now. Only she can lure out that demon that has lived for tens of thousands of years."
Sheng Qing looked at her incredulously. Using Xu Xing as bait?
Even Yu Jingzi suffered a major setback at that person's hands back then. Fu Shuang wondered if Xu Xing could return unharmed if he really fell into the hands of the demons. Or perhaps, she simply didn't care at all.
Originally, it was thought that the cold and aloof Fu Shuang had finally found someone she cared about, but unexpectedly, she didn't care much for Xu Xing either.
"I will not stand idly by."
Fu Shuang remained unmoved. "Don't forget the restrictions within our bodies. Due to the oath we made back then, neither you nor I can go to the Demon Realm now."
Sheng Qing coldly replied, "I have other methods, so there's no need for you, Sword Master, to trouble yourself."
"Xu Xing is nothing more than a container for the Dragon Ball to you, so why are you angry?" Fu Shuang seemed puzzled.
Xu Xing may seem carefree, but she is actually very thoughtful and intelligent; she knew her true identity long ago.
Her thoughts can be guessed from the fact that she recognized Xu Zhen as her father, but never regarded Sheng Qing as her mother.
Sheng Qing clearly didn't really consider herself Xu Xing's mother. Although they didn't deliberately distance themselves from each other while they were together in the Golden Serpent Palace, they still maintained a distance.
“I haven’t forgotten the ultimate goal of our cooperation. You’re angry because your thinking has changed and you regret it.”
Upon discovering the true nature of his clan's elders, Shengqing unexpectedly stumbled into the palace and encountered Fushuang, who had been raised as a vessel and then abandoned...
They discovered that it seemed all the conspiracies and bloodshed were because of—the dragon.
Although the dragon race has long been extinct, what they left behind remains a coveted treasure.
If those things weren't there, would everything end?
So they collaborated.
Later, one became the Snake King and the other became the Sword Master, but neither of them forgot their original intentions.
The Dragon Ball is indestructible. Unless it is completely fused with something and its container is then completely destroyed, it will naturally disappear from the world.
The high priest of the Deer Clan, Fuzhu, calculated that the little dragon with a pure spiritual body that was about to be born from the Jiao Clan carried the hopes of the declining Jiao Clan. Indeed, it was offered up by the Jiao Clan, who wanted to fight for a glimmer of hope for the remaining members of their clan.
But when he saw the tears in the eyes of the Jiao clan mother, Sheng Qing hesitated.
At that time, the demon race was in turmoil. Sheng Qing had already noticed that something was wrong with Yu Jingzi. Disturbed, she sealed off her spiritual power and wandered aimlessly, unexpectedly arriving at the dwelling place of mortals.
"Young lady, are you alright?"
While Shengqing was fast asleep hanging from a tree branch, he encountered a young doctor who was gathering herbs on the mountain. The doctor blushed and said, "It's very high up in the tree, and it's dangerous."
Unbeknownst to anyone, Sheng Qing returned to the Golden Serpent Palace and devoted himself wholeheartedly, spending hundreds of years of cultivation to finally create a perfect body using his own flesh and blood and five top-grade spiritual herbs with the power of the five elements.
Wouldn't you destroy a puppet that can't speak or feel anything without the slightest hesitation?
Shengqing did not initially tell Fushuang, who had already gone to the far east, about its existence, since she was not sure if the puppet container could be fused with the dragon ball.
But things are so strange. The puppet, which should have been oblivious, miraculously grew flesh and blood, and not only developed its own soul and consciousness, but also, by chance, joined the Jade Cloud Sect...
Since Xu Xing appeared, none of them have mentioned this matter again.
After a long silence, Sheng Qing finally spoke, "Yes, I regret it."
Even though he wasn't her real daughter, she couldn't help but feel a strange sensation when she saw Xu Xing's smile.
Perhaps, when Shengqing decided not to leave the child in the Golden Serpent Palace but instead to entrust her to a mortal to raise, hoping she would grow up like a real child, he regretted it.
They parted on bad terms.
Only Fu Shuang remained in the room.
Fu Shuang's cold face never showed any extra expression, and no one could guess her thoughts. After a long while, her fingertips gently touched the slightly vibrating spiritual device on the table, sending a spiritual message to Chen Du.
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Yan Sui Mountain.
Cui Zheng felt that his timing in entering the Demon Realm was not good. The demons had suddenly gone on martial law, not only expelling and mobilizing a large number of demon soldiers, but also massacring all the alien races in the territory, especially the human race.
Cui Zheng not only did not make a single wrong deal, but he also almost became a victim of the demons.
He had to flee all the way, and finally reached the safest place, Yan Sui Mountain. Before he could catch his breath, he was spotted by three passing demons.
"I think I've seen demons buy things from him before. He's a businessman who trades resources between different worlds."
"So, he must have something good on him!"
Seeing the demons closing in step by step, Cui Zheng felt despair. His magical artifacts had long been used up during his escape, and now he only had some useless things left. Was he really going to die here?
After turning his storage bag upside down, Cui Zheng found the Spirit Shield Bead he had obtained from Xu Xing, which was his last defensive magic weapon.
With a determined heart, Cui Zheng used it anyway. But as soon as he opened the spirit shield, he realized something was wrong. Why was there a small magic array on it that could hold spirit stones?
His heart pounded wildly, and as if he had no other choice, he gently placed the few high-grade spirit stones he had on him...
The demons, who still couldn't break through the spirit shield after their seventh all-out attack, could hardly believe their eyes.
What level of protective artifact is this? How could it withstand so many attacks?
Little did he know that the second attack had already broken the spirit shield once, but thanks to the spirit stone, the spirit shield was restored so quickly that it was almost invisible, and he didn't even notice that slight change.
However, Cui Zheng, who was inside the spirit shield, could see clearly that the spirit shield could be reused repeatedly when there were enough spirit stones!
If he weren't currently in grave danger, he would have contacted Xu Xing immediately to order hundreds or thousands of them. He knew without a doubt that these spirit shield beads would be very popular among cultivators of all races!
Cui Zheng was both happy and worried. He was happy because he hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary magic weapon to have such an unexpected effect; he was worried because it was only a fourth-order magic weapon and couldn't be used infinitely, so there must be a limit to the number of uses.
If he still can't figure out a way to escape before his spirit shield runs out, he'll just be living a little longer.
Fortunately, there is always a way out. Just as two cracks were beginning to appear on the spirit shield, Cui Zheng heard a deep male voice.
"Why aren't you patrolling the mountains? What are you doing here?"
"General Hao!"
"We discovered that this cultivator had infiltrated Yan Sui Mountain with malicious intent, which is why we wanted to capture him. However, his spirit shield magic weapon is truly strange, as it can regenerate after being broken. But don't worry, we will soon be able to break the spirit shield and capture him."
These two demons were just ordinary mountain patrol guards. Upon seeing the demon general arrive, they immediately became quite obsequious, and one of the demons even intensified his attack.
Seeing that the spirit shield was about to shatter, the demon general suddenly spoke up, "Since he has such a peculiar magical artifact, his identity must be somewhat special. Perhaps we can extract a lot of useful information from him. You continue patrolling the mountain, and I will take care of him."
General Hao? Isn't that a general under the Demon Lord Yuan Li? Falling into his hands means certain death.
Cui Zheng collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
However, after the three demons left, the indifferent demon general in front of him did not make a move. Instead, he raised his hand and placed it on the shaky spirit shield. "Where did you get this spirit shield bead?"
...
When Shen Du received Fu Shuang's message, he had already arrived at Yan Sui Mountain. He could not bear to let Xu Xing face unknown dangers alone without taking any action.
Taking a quick glance at the contents of his mental device, Shen Du breathed a slight sigh of relief, his gaze resolute. As long as he could find Xu Xing, suffering a little was nothing to him.
"This is the territory of Demon Lord Yuan Li. In recent years, she has been making frequent moves, and she seems to be planning to go against the other three Demon Lords."
Wen Yao and Zuo Qiuxu have also found out a lot of things in the Demon Realm during this time.
Yunlan was extremely anxious. "Yansui Mountain is so vast, how can we know where His Highness is?"
After remaining silent the entire way, Zuo Qiuxu finally spoke. His expression was still somewhat dazed, but his tone was firm and resolute, "I roughly know where she is..."
He took out a spirit-tracking array plate containing the aura of Xiang Yuquan.
"You mean... it was Senior Brother Xiang who took Xu Xu away? How is that possible?"
Wen Yao was shocked to discover who the spiritual energy on the array plate belonged to. She wouldn't have believed it if someone else had said it, but Zuo Qiuxu and Xiang Yuquan were brothers from the same school! Why would Zuo Qiuxu speak so carelessly if he wasn't absolutely certain?
"Xu Xu has a bracelet woven from spirit-giving grass on her body, I'm sorry..."
Throughout the journey, Zuo Qiuxu was filled with torment and self-reproach. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back anymore. His eyes were red, and his voice choked with sobs, "I put that bracelet there. I didn't know. I'm sorry..."
Wen Yao finally realized why Zuo Qiuxu's reaction was so strange when he saw the Spirit-Giving Grass a few days ago.
Shen Du gently patted Zuo Qiuxu on the shoulder, not rushing to conclusions.
Actually, after being taken to the Abyss by the teleportation vortex in the North, he had a vague suspicion, but nothing similar happened afterward, so he thought he was just being paranoid. Only now that Xu Xing has also been taken away has he confirmed his suspicions.
Regardless of whether Xiang Yuquan truly betrayed them, the person who took Xu Xing away this time must be him.
"Let's find them first."
"Yes! I need to ask Senior Brother Xiang for clarification!"
Zuo Qiuxu wiped away his tears and nodded haphazardly. He fiddled with the array plate, but suddenly the pointer wobbled, and the spiritual line representing distance rapidly shortened to a single point. This meant...
The person they're looking for is nearby.
"Since you've caught up with us, come with me."
A man holding a jade flute emerged from the darkness, and behind him, countless dark red eyes lit up—these were the puppet demon soldiers who had been controlled by the demon race after consuming the Immortal Condensation Pill.
...
"You mean, you led an army of Golden Core cultivators, yet those few cultivators still managed to escape?"
Xiang Yuquan lowered his head, "Shen Du already has the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he also has a teleportation artifact, I..."
"Smack—"
A heavy slap knocked Xiang Yuquan's head to the side, and the deadly poison quickly corroded half of his face.
Admiring the strange lines that instantly covered that handsome face, Feng Zhun smiled and said, word by word, "I don't care if you're scheming or not, I only have one piece of advice: don't forget what happened to Yu Jingzi."
Even a demon king at the peak of the Mahayana stage is no match for the Demon Lord. Who does he think he can fool with his little tricks?
Xiang Yuquan's expression remained indifferent. "If you don't trust me, why don't you lead your troops to capture Shen Du yourself? Are you worried about being outmatched and losing to someone who almost became your apprentice, and losing face?"
Feng Zhun stopped laughing. He looked coldly at Xiang Yuquan, "You should be glad you're still useful, otherwise..."
After Feng Zhun left, Xiang Yuquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had indeed not held back, and Shen Du was indeed very strong.
It's not difficult to admit that you're not as good as others, but Feng Zhun obviously couldn't do it. He would never admit that he was extremely jealous of Shen Du.
Xiang Yuquan was well aware of the kind of heart beneath his seemingly upright and honest exterior. Unfortunately, his master, who was angry with Feng Zhun for the sake of Shen Du, was unaware of this, and Shen Du himself failed to see his true colors back then.
Xiang Yuquan stood there for an unknown amount of time when a gentle breeze suddenly blew by, lifting the strands of hair that hung down beside his face.
Despite the excruciating pain in his right cheek, he managed a weak smile, and as if he had heard something, he nodded slightly.
Go ahead, Senior Brother Shen.
I'm sorry, this is all I can do.
Deep within the demon's lair.
Xu Xing was suspended above the blood pool, his limbs bound by a restriction covered with runes.
The bubbling pool of blood below emitted a strong, fishy stench that made her want to vomit.
Xu Xing turned his head weakly, looking at Yu Jingzi, who was also hanging up beside him, "I feel like throwing up..."
Yu Jingzi wasn't in much better shape; both of them had completely lost their spiritual power and were only relying on their physical strength to stay afloat. He also reminded Xu Xing, "Hold it in, don't vomit in the pool. We'll be taking a bath soon."
Yu Jingzi, an old snake who had gone through this process many years ago, was very familiar with it. This was to demonize their bodies, as their bodies, full of spiritual energy, could not properly contain the soul of that demon lord.
Xu Xing exhaled, clenching his teeth with difficulty. Soaking in demonic blood was still slightly better than soaking in his own vomit.
Seeing that she was in pain, Yu Jingzi, unusually "kind," comforted her adopted granddaughter, saying, "Just bear with it. You won't feel uncomfortable if you die."
"..."
Is this what you call comforting?
Xu Xing rolled his eyes and laboriously moved to the side, wanting to get further away from Yu Jingzi.
She spoke too soon; Yu Jingzi, that old slippery eel, is actually quite annoying.
Just then, a gentle breeze blew by. Xu Xing subconsciously looked at the cave entrance, but the door was closed. How could there be a breeze?
A familiar scent wafted on the wind, and Xu Xing, whose consciousness was already somewhat blurred, slowly moved his lips, "Senior Brother?"
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Author's Note: Thank you to Yan Yan, Yi Yi, 44201549, Zhou Zhou, Rabbit Osmanthus Cake, Sleeping Until Naturally Awake Every Day, Happy Meow, Yan Xi, 25656288, and Mayjean for the nutrient solution! [Heart]
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