Recently, rumors have been circulating in the demon realm.
The Fox Clan Venerable kept a young male concubine in a small courtyard deep in the bamboo forest.
They moved all sorts of treasures inside, and even the Demon King was driven away when he tried to investigate.
The actual bamboo forest of the demon race.
There are no male concubines.
In the empty and elegant courtyard, only Su Xi leaned against the soft couch, her figure slender, with nine snow-white tails swaying behind her.
The courtyard was quiet, save for the crisp sound of bamboo leaves falling.
Suddenly, ghostly energy appeared.
"She's about to wake up."
The alluring beauty remained motionless, playing with the glass stone in her hand without any reaction.
Over the years, Wu Ling has said this no less than a hundred times.
Each time she rushed over to check, Xiao Mian'er didn't react.
This time, she also thought that Wu Ling was confused because she was concerned.
"She's awake."
The ghostly aura paused for a moment, then quickly disappeared after leaving those words behind.
It was as if they were in a hurry to meet someone.
Su Xi stopped what she was doing and looked at the spot where the ghostly aura had disappeared.
With a flick of its fluffy tail, the fox vanished from the soft couch in an instant.
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The moment of sacrifice.
Song Tingwan could clearly feel her life force fading away, and the dark purple marks on the inside of her wrists and the burning sensation on her forehead were hard to ignore.
A gentle breeze seemed to drift down from the horizon, making her mind even clearer.
A very warm and comforting power.
She couldn't help but raise her chin, letting the wind linger on her face.
In the moment before she died, her gaze swept across her sister's and Shen Zhuochuan's faces.
I was extremely reluctant to part with it.
But as long as the Demon Lord's strange power continues, this endless battle will not end.
Heaven is forcing her to die.
She had no choice but to take a gamble.
Her mother said she had spared her life.
The Flying Immortal Flower needs to be put in a desperate situation to be reborn.
While holding the Divine Pill, she also held a Grade Nine Warm Soul Pill in her hand.
Her soul remained intact, and her divine sense was exceptionally strong.
If she could survive, she wouldn't mind becoming a ghost cultivator like Wu Ling.
If she really relies on the trump cards she prepared herself, it's likely that A Yao and the others will have to wait a long time.
But she thought they would wait for her.
As the divine pill shone brightly, her consciousness gradually faded away.
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She felt as if she were lying in a warm place, with spiritual energy constantly flowing into her.
But I couldn't open my eyes.
Consciousness is also segmented.
Song Tingwan could not feel her body and simply continued to sleep weakly.
It was until the spiritual energy was abundant, and I felt extremely comfortable and at ease.
In a moment of clarity, she suddenly felt her own body.
Just moments ago she felt warm and full, but now the sensation was so unfamiliar and painful that it snapped her out of consciousness.
It seems to have taken a very long time.
Song Tingwan finally gained complete control over her body.
I struggled to adjust my breathing, and struggled to move my fingertips.
My eyelashes trembled several times before I finally opened my eyes today.
Suddenly, she saw a bright light, so dazzling that it brought tears to her eyes.
After opening her eyes, she weakly sat up, supporting herself on the bed.
Song Tingwan, her long hair loose, looked around at the unfamiliar bamboo house.
Where is this?
Before she could ponder this for long, the ghostly energy suddenly appeared and solidified into the image of Wu Ling before her eyes.
"You're finally awake."
Upon seeing a familiar face, Song Tingwan instinctively smiled.
“Wu, Ling…”
Her voice was incredibly hoarse when, just then, Su Xi appeared before her.
A fox tail flashed behind her, and the fox-eyed beauty walked to the bedside and sat down in surprise. "I thought he was bluffing me. He's really awake? Look who I am."
She also loves reading storybooks, and she's really worried that Xiao Mian'er will remember nothing after escaping death.
Looking at that beautiful face, Song Tingwan felt a dryness and tightness in her throat, but she still chuckled and called out, "Su Xi, sister..."
The ghost quietly handed over a cup of spiritual tea.
Song Tingwan smiled gratefully and drank it.
Su Xi cried out in pain and gently cupped her pale face in her hands.
"This is truly awful. I was already weak, and now my meridians are completely shattered..."
Song Tingwan smiled, her eyes crinkling; she had realized it as soon as she woke up.
"Being alive is already a blessing."
Having said that, she didn't have time to say more to the two of them. With only a trace of spiritual energy left, she took the flower out of her dantian.
A faint white light shone through the delicate swaying of the flowers and leaves, as if they could be carried away by the wind at any moment.
"It... it's blooming?!" Wu Ling's eyes widened, and then she danced with ghostly energy in joy.
Su Xi didn't know the reason, but she watched quietly without asking any questions.
Song Tingwan curved her lips into a smile, about to say something, when her dantian, no longer nourished by the Fuyou Immortal Flower, rapidly withered and shrank.
She quickly took out a box of Grade 8 pills from her storage ring and swallowed two of them.
The dantian recovered, and the shattered meridians were gently reconnected.
"Where is this? You rescued me?"
After taking the pill, her throat felt much better, but she had lost all her life force and her face was still frighteningly pale.
"The Demon Realm, my courtyard."
"Do you remember the fox spirit hair I gave you? It can contain souls."
"After you vanished on the spot, your soul entered the fox spirit's fur, which I brought back."
“This guy sensed it and followed me all the way here.”
"However, your body has nothing to do with me. When I released your soul, white magnolias bloomed out of thin air beside you, their fragrance wafting through the air, and your soul returned to its source."
"Little Mian'er, in order to wake you up, I will empty the entire treasure trove of the demon race."
Su Xi gently lifted her chin, her movements alluring and seductive.
This small bamboo house is filled with nourishing items, and there is even a soul-nourishing artifact spinning around the bed.
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