Chapter 69
Cassel immediately got up, took two steps back, dusted himself off, and said rather embarrassedly, "I'm here to look for something..."
Meng Po looked at him for a moment and said, "Follow me."
Cassel didn't move.
Meng Po said again: "Even if I, an old woman, want to kill you, I can't. Don't you find that the evil ghosts now dare not approach you?" After that, she turned and left.
Cassel pursed his lips but followed.
It was still a small house, extremely shabby. When Cassel entered, he still smelled that disgusting smell. He retched and immediately covered his mouth, forcing tears to come out.
"This box was presented to me by the Sword Master and the Immortal Master Yao." Meng Po took out the box and opened it in front of Cassel. Inside was the Netherworld Flower that Cassel was looking for.
Cassel was stunned: "How do you know?"
"Now that you're here, I know the use of this thing." Meng Po handed the Nether Flower to Cassel and said, "Hurry up and make the elixir. This will take at least dozens of days."
Cassel didn't say anything. He immediately took out the alchemy furnace and various herbs from the space, and began to prepare them according to the quantities to make pills. The fire in the furnace was burning and smoke was rising. Cassel had been busy for most of the day and was relieved to see that there was no problem with the pill he was refining.
He just sat there, looking down at the fire. Meng Po also seemed to be fine. She sat there, her fingertips sliding, and no one knew what she was doing.
Cassel finally remembered something. He looked at Meng Po, trying to think about what the highest etiquette of an angel was. Finally, he bowed dryly and said thank you.
Meng Po accepted it: "You're welcome."
The two of them said nothing more.
Cassel was very sleepy, but he didn't dare to sleep, so he had to make small talk to drive away his sleepiness, and said: "In fact, the demon cultivators are not bad people... There was a demon cultivator who said that as long as I jumped off the cliff, I could reach the Wangchuan River. I thought he was lying to me, but I didn't expect that I would really come here."
“…”
Meng Po replied expressionlessly: "The Wangchuan River is where the dead stay. The demon cultivator asked you to jump off the cliff to kill you. It was only the little wings behind you that protected you and brought you to the Wangchuan River."
Cassel: “…”
"I'm curious, what is your magic power?"
Cassel stammered, "I don't know... I don't know anything."
A little angel who was stolen by the devil and abandoned by God since birth, and was raised as a devil for so many years, he no longer knows what he is, who he is, and what he can do.
There is fog in my mind that cannot be cleared away. Cassell's sad story was touched upon, and not only did he no longer feel sleepy, he became depressed.
He felt a lump in his throat. "I... must be the most useless... monster... ever."
Meng Po remained silent. After a long while, he said, "The definition of a monster is not yours. Besides, even if you become a monster, so what? There are many souls here who became evil spirits on the spot."
She was trying to comfort herself, but Cassel couldn't hear her. Out of politeness, he just nodded and said thank you.
Meng Po poured him a cup of tea, Cassel took it but didn't drink it.
"Yan Wugui is the right protector of the demon world. No one has ever seen his true face. Do you know why?"
Cassel shook his head: "I don't know."
"Because he has no face." Meng Po said, "He can transform into the person that anyone misses, including voice, personality, behavior, and change that person's memory within two or three days. When Jian Zun fought him, I'm afraid that because he turned into your appearance, Jian Zun deliberately let him kill him, and the spread of the evil aura around him made Jian Zun possessed by the devil."
Cassel held the cup sadly: "It's all because of me."
"The evil aura is terrifying, and you should know where it comes from. But Jian Zun is lucky. He has accumulated too much virtue in the mortal world, and the heavens gave him a chance and did not let him become a demon completely," Meng Po continued, "Everything has its cause and effect, and only you can completely purify the evil aura swirling in his body."
"There is the breath of a mind-controlling demon in his body," Cassel whispered, "I will transform myself into a six-winged angel as soon as possible to purify him."
"Don't blame people for being cruel." Meng Po sighed and changed the subject, "Do you know why Jian Zun didn't go to see his uncle in the mortal world, Wu'an Hou?"
Cassel didn't expect the topic to change so quickly. He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked why.
Meng Po said: "He didn't rebel when he should have, and instead lost the life of General Jinghong. Although Jian Zun knew about Marquis Wu'an's concerns, he still couldn't get over it in his heart."
Cassel fell asleep again. But he did not sleep well. He felt groggy all over. Finally, he woke up from his dream. The first thing he did was to look at the alchemy furnace.
Fortunately, there is fire.
Meng Po sat by his side, watching over him and occasionally fanning the fire. When Cassel woke up, he walked over and squatted beside her. Meng Po glanced at him and said, "There's porridge in the room, make do with it."
Cassell said no. He sat down, took out some honey from the space, swallowed it dry, and then stared at the stove in front of him without blinking.
Ten days is not a long time, especially in a place like Wangchuan. But when one’s heart is obsessed with something, it becomes exceptionally long.
Cassel was a little anxious. He was so anxious that he tried to find a shortcut several times to see if he could make the elixir directly, but every time Meng Po was watching him and told him not to take shortcuts.
The sparks landed on the back of Cassel's hand, burning him so much that he retracted his hand. He huddled up and stared at the alchemy furnace in front of him, saying in a muffled voice, "Why is it still not working?"
Meng Po said: "Even if it is refined, it may not be useful."
"..." Cassel couldn't help it, "Can you please stop talking?"
Meng Po filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Cassel. Cassel subconsciously took it and put it aside without drinking it. He never drank anything given by Meng Po, and tried to keep himself hungry so that he could sleep very little and concentrate on refining the elixir.
Meng Po never minded, but now she spoke up: "This is the soup I made myself, called Meng Po Soup. I read your fortune and it shows that you will return to your original world. So everything here is nothing but clouds to you. If you carry everything here back to your world, it will only be a burden and a disaster. Why not drink a bowl of soup and forget everything here?"
"Why do you, an old woman, meddle in so many things?" Cassel was annoyed. He turned the bowl of Meng Po soup upside down on the table, and the soup spilled all over without leaving a drop.
"Luckily I didn't drink what you gave me," Cassel glared at her, "Don't impose your ideas on me. You think it's a burden, but to me it's not at all. What disaster? It's already a mess. Who would be afraid of you? Anyway, I'm not afraid."
Meng Po was silent, rarely speaking.
Cassell didn't want to pay attention to him. He touched the small wings behind him, poured out a handful of pills from the space, opened his mouth and swallowed them. The purifying pill not only increased the magic power, but also evolved the demonic energy. Cassel must find Nie Wuhen before the battle between immortals and demons occurs, and use his angel power to purify him, so that he, Cassel, can stay here forever.
So he didn't care at all whether his body could withstand these forces. His bones creaked, and soon after he finished eating, Cassel felt uncomfortable, just like usual, but he had obviously eaten two too many, and the feeling in his heart was even more uncomfortable. He tried to curl himself up, but he was still feeling the pain. At the same time, he comforted himself in his heart that it would pass if he held on, it was nothing, it was just the same as usual.
Meng Po filled another bowl of soup and handed it to Cassel.
Cassel turned his head away, trying not to cry: "I don't want to drink."
"It's for pain relief."
"I don't believe you."
Cassel took a breath and slowly stretched out his four wings. The four wings were now fully mature, and Cassel could also concentrate his magic power on them and use them skillfully. However, no one taught him how a real angel should use magic. He could only figure it out on his own. He had to bear the consequences of his mistakes alone.
Pure magic power began to fluctuate, sweeping everything around. Meng Po took the soup back and drank it herself. The moment she raised her eyes, she saw steam coming out of the alchemy furnace and a puffing sound.
It’s been refined.
Cassel wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, went over to open the alchemy furnace, and took out the medicine that could grow wings - ten pills in total.
Meng Po tapped her cane and reminded him: "You have reached your limit today. Don't eat anymore. Come back tomorrow."
"Oh." Cassel listened to her for once, but the next second, the originally dark sky suddenly flashed with lightning and thunder. Cassel didn't understand what was going on, so he looked at Meng Po's face, only to find that she was pale.
"What's wrong?" Cassel was also anxious, "I feel uncomfortable"
"No." Meng Po shivered. She sat down and started to tell fortunes again. Cassel couldn't understand these things, so he had to put his hope on Meng Po and asked her what she had figured out and whether something had happened to Nie Wuhen.
Meng Po said to herself: "It's evil...very evil."
Cassel was annoyed: "Tell me! What's wrong? Why are you stuttering so much? I'm really going to die of anxiety!"
"It's a good omen again..."
Kassel was so confused by Meng Po's inexplicable words that he didn't care about anything anymore. He ran over and grabbed a soul that had been working here for a long time, and stuffed all the night pearls in the space into his hand: "Please, can you help me see what she is calculating?"
Soul: "...It's not good to give me the Night Pearl so openly. It's too obvious."
Cassel pushed the soul over: "Then I'll give it to you secretly later."
When the soul saw Meng Po looking over here, he could only say: "Meng Po heard it..."
"I'll just give it to her, too."
Soul: “…”
Meng Po didn't say anything, just closed her eyes and meditated. The soul over there took a look and his face changed drastically: "Oh my God, why is the Demon Lord going to fight with Yun Dian?"
Cassel felt like he was falling into an icy cave: "How... can this be so fast?"
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