Chapter 90 Ji Fuguang...he...hates himself...
The senior sister's body collapsed with a thud, her face still bearing an expression of disbelief.
Only then did Ji Fuguang's shoulders subtly relax, and he could feel his entire body completely at ease. He realized, in contrast, that he had been tense all over when he was with his senior sister.
He walked towards the roadside.
Sheng Zhiyi instinctively wanted to hide, but quickly realized that this was an illusion, and Ji Fuguang couldn't see her at all.
Ji Fuguang reached out and leaned against the rough tree trunk, panting as he looked down.
Separated only by a tree, Sheng Zhiyi could clearly see that Ji Fuguang was frowning, his face pale, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Bright red blood was seeping from the bandages on his arm.
Judging from his appearance, he must have suffered considerable damage to his internal organs from fighting with the monster.
With a thought, Sheng Zhiyi took a few steps toward her senior sister, squatted down, and examined her closely.
The corpse lying on the ground was neatly dressed, its fingers clean, its belt properly fastened, and the storage bag and sword hanging on it were perfectly in place; even its sideburns were perfectly intact.
If it were said that he had carefully tidied himself up after the battle, the bandages on Ji Fuguang's arm were clearly hastily wrapped and haphazardly applied.
Logically, it's impossible for such a disparity in strength to occur when two people are fighting side by side.
Unless... a person never made a move when facing a monster.
Thinking of this, Sheng Zhiyi couldn't help but frown.
Although she was just a low-level servant in the Tianyan Sect and didn't have much interaction with others, she had heard many rumors about murder and robbery.
Most of the time, it involves several people going on adventures together, accidentally obtaining a treasure, and then the others in the group develop murderous intentions.
However, such things are quite rare within the Tianyan Sect.
It's not just because of the bond between fellow disciples who see each other all the time; more importantly, all formal disciples of the Tianyan Sect have soul lamps, including even the menial servants.
But as far as she knew, even earlier...
The servants do not have soul lamps.
Ji Fuguang, at this moment, had no soul lamp.
Without a soul lamp or a master, even if someone is killed outside, as long as a reason of a monster attack is made up, others will be powerless to stop it, since there is no way to prove it since the person is dead.
When Sheng Zhiyi first met Ji Fuguang, he was already a highly respected senior disciple. Although she knew that he had started as a menial servant, it seemed to be just a concept. She never thought that he might have faced dangers.
Ji Fuguang seemed unable to bear the burden any longer. He slowly sat down and leaned against the tree trunk.
Sheng Zhiyi couldn't help but guess that since there was no one around, he should be using demonic energy to recuperate, so there was no need for him to hide it.
However, Ji Fuguang's actions were unexpected.
He clearly looked to be in great pain, but he simply took out a porcelain bottle from his storage bag, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them.
Sheng Zhiyi recognized the porcelain bottle; when she was working as a handyman, the sect's monthly allowance included this—a Qingqi Pill.
Low-grade pills can only have a slight effect on gathering qi, which is far from enough to help his wounds.
Why isn't he using demonic energy? And there's no one else around. What is he doing?
Sheng Zhiyi was puzzled and couldn't help but take a few steps closer.
Just then, the demonic energy on Ji Fuguang's body suddenly began to surge.
As expected, demonic energy was still needed to heal the wounds.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Ji Fuguang gritted his teeth and used his remaining spiritual power to suppress the demonic energy. The price he paid was that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Sheng Zhiyi looked over in disbelief. The blood he spat out was faintly black, and there was even a small piece of solid mixed in with it, which was a fragment of his lungs.
Ji Fuguang... he... hates the demonic energy within him?
Despite her subconscious denial, the thought remained firmly in her mind.
How is that possible?
The Demon Lord hates the demonic energy within him?
This was the most improbable thing she had ever heard.
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was about to take a closer step, her legs suddenly went soft. The scene before her eyes seemed to be grabbed by a giant hand, quickly turning into a bunch of meaningless lines that swirled in a vortex, sucking her in.
The next instant, she felt a distinct chill in her feet.
Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously took a step back, looking ahead warily.
Only then did she realize that she had been wading barefoot in the stream.
The sunlight was clear and bright, bringing a touch of warmth without being scorching.
Looking around, she found herself in a valley with a babbling brook, the faint fragrance of flowers drifting in from afar, and the delicate chirping of birds.
What place is this?
and--
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her head and looked at her feet.
My feet had just been pulled out of the stream, and I was now standing on the grassy bank.
The low-lying grass blades were soft, fuzzy, and had a slightly sharp edge. Her feet were slightly damp, and the stream water made the grass blades feel cool and sticky.
The tactile sensation was so vivid, completely different from the previous illusion.
Previously, her hand had passed straight through, unable to touch anything else, like a wisp of a ghost drifting in the world, but now, she seemed to truly exist in this illusion.
Sheng Zhiyi squatted down and tried to scoop up some stream water.
Soon, clear water gathered in her palm and was splashed onto the grass, the wet watermarks clearly showing her actions.
Why is that?
What is the essential difference between the two illusions?
Sheng Zhiyi was completely baffled.
Looking down at himself, he quickly discovered something strange.
The feather was still around her waist, but she was wearing a plain white dress, her hair was casually tied up, and a few strands of hair fell beside her cheeks. Such a simple and casual outfit was something she had never worn before.
Whether in the Tianyan Sect or the Demon Palace, the former required adherence to rules, and the latter had maids to dress her; she had never been in a situation where she simply tied her hair up casually.
What exactly happened to her?
"elder sister!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.
Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously turned her head to look over.
A little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing a pink hibiscus dress and with her hair in pigtails, was running towards us from the entrance of the valley, a smile on her face. She was holding a bunch of wildflowers in her hand.
"Little Flower Fairy?"
Sheng Zhiyi's eyes widened.
How did you get here?
The little flower fairy quickly ran over, holding up the flowers in her hand and showing them to Sheng Zhiyi. "Sister, quickly weave me a flower basket... huh?"
She looked at Sheng Zhiyi blankly, then laughed again.
"What are you talking about? This is the territory of our Phoenix Feather Clan."
The Phoenix Feather Clan?
Isn't she in the Demon Realm's forbidden area "Haiyaoyue"? Can forbidden areas teleport to each other?
wrong!
Judging from the little flower fairy's appearance, she was clearly already familiar with the past events, so she definitely didn't just come from Haiyaoyue.
"Little flower fairy, explain it to me in detail."
Although somewhat puzzled, Feng Weiyin nodded upon seeing Sheng Zhiyi's serious expression.
The two sat on a smooth blue stone by the stream. Sheng Zhiyi looked serious, while Feng Weiyin swung her legs, her face relaxed and carefree.
Upon hearing Feng Weiyin's words, Sheng Zhiyi was speechless for a moment.
According to Feng Weiyin, the two met in a secret realm, and then Sheng Zhiyi and "that annoying man" were imprisoned in the Fengyu clan's jail.
The above are exactly the same as Sheng Zhiyi's memories.
But the subsequent development took a sharp 180-degree turn, heading in a completely different direction.
When the Phoenix Feather Clan Chief fought against Ji Fuguang, he only managed to imprison Ji Fuguang in a spatial rift. Sheng Zhiyi was terrified and said that she had to stay with Ji Fuguang, or she would die immediately.
The location of the spatial rift is unpredictable, and even the clan leader cannot guarantee that it can be opened in the same place.
Under the little flower fairy's persistent questioning, Sheng Zhiyi revealed that she had something like a curse inside her body that wouldn't take effect unless she was with Ji Fuguang.
The little flower fairy then pleaded with the clan leader, who eventually cast a spell on her.
Sheng Zhiyi didn't quite understand the specifics of the procedure, but she guessed that it was only applied to herself, causing the system's timeline to become disordered, making her think that she was still stuck in that time.
Therefore, Sheng Zhiyi naturally stayed in the Phoenix Feather Clan.
Fearing Ji Fuguang's retaliation, the clan leader immediately led the entire clan away to another, more secret territory—this place—as soon as the battle with Ji Fuguang ended.
Sheng Zhiyi was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
She hesitated for a full half hour before she slowly came to her senses.
The things Feng Weiyin described have never happened to her at this moment. She had just checked and found that there was no system in her consciousness.
It's clear that the current her is different from the one Feng Weiyin described.
But Feng Weiyin had no reason to lie to her.
Therefore, only one possibility remains...
The illusion she was trapped in represented another possibility in her life.
It's like a parallel universe; if a small change had occurred at that point, it would have fundamentally altered her life.
Because of the existence of "Sheng Zhiyi" in this illusion, she will directly occupy this body.
In the illusion where she first encountered Ji Fuguang, "Sheng Zhiyi" did not exist at all; she was like a ghost with no body to occupy.
I've figured out a bit of the logic behind the illusion.
Sheng Zhiyi thought of something and turned to ask Feng Weiyin, "Do you know about Haiyaoyue, the forbidden area of the Demon Clan?"
Some of the flowers in Feng Weiyin's hands had already begun to wilt. She bent down and carefully immersed the roots of the flowers in water. "I've heard my mother mention that there are spatial techniques there, but they are extremely complex. Even she doesn't dare to go in casually. Sometimes, when the spatial techniques flare up, they can tear people to pieces."
Remembering that Feng Weiyin had just asked her to weave a flower basket, Sheng Zhiyi quickly took the flowers from her hands and asked while weaving, "Then do you know how to get out of Haiyaoyue?"
"Ah, that's really difficult!" Feng Weiyin rested her chin on her hand and leaned closer to watch Sheng Zhiyi's finger movements. "It seems like we need to find some kind of magic bead, but Haiyaoyue is full of illusions, one layer nested within another. I've never heard of anyone actually being able to get out... Wow, sister, your weaving is so beautiful! I found another bamboo forest today, I'll take you there tomorrow, and we can weave a puppy then!"
Sheng Zhiyi's fingers paused almost imperceptibly.
She suddenly didn't know what she was doing.
Why could she immediately believe Feng Weiyin's words? Because she truly believed that if she and Ji Fuguang had separated back then, and the clan leader had been able to help her eliminate the system's threat, she would have stayed here indefinitely.
The little flower fairy trusted her wholeheartedly. The Phoenix Feather Clan lived in seclusion, avoiding worldly strife, and were very tolerant of her, an outsider.
In this world, she has no relatives or friends to miss.
Life here is peaceful and warm, so why would she want to leave?
Is it really a good idea to leave Hai Yaoyue and return to the cultivation world, only to face chaos and struggle once again?
Seeing Feng Weiyin's eager and expectant gaze, Sheng Zhiyi slowly nodded and said softly, "Okay, let's go together tomorrow."
She slowly revealed an incredibly bright and relaxed smile.
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