If he had known this would happen, he would rather die again than dare to target Tianning!
He was wrong!
Even if he were to fight Yu Yuan to the death, it would be better than suffering here!
While the sword spirits were discussing animatedly, Jianjian rushed out from the inner room: "I sensed demonic energy invading! Who is so bold as to dare to harm Ningning!"
His rainbow-colored hair emitted a dazzling light that almost blinded Zhong Fu. Moreover, for some reason, just by the sword spirit standing there, Zhong Fu felt a burning pain in his soul. The fear that belonged to the demonic cultivator made him realize that the sword spirit in front of him was a terrifying existence that he could not afford to offend!
If time could be turned back, Zhong Fu would want to leave immediately.
A group of sword spirits is one thing, but now a powerful weapon has appeared. Can he really leave here safely today?
Zhong Fu clutched his enormous soul, trembling with fear...
How terrifying, he wants to go home.
But Wu Jian didn't care about his feelings.
A sword spirit spoke up: "Sword Boss, he appeared suddenly just now. We thought he was Ningning's new contracted swordsman, which is why he was able to come in."
"You've all been fooled by him!"
Jianjian immediately noticed something was wrong with Zhong Fu: "He is a demonic cultivator's soul, and the demonic energy on his body is the same demonic energy that tried to attack Ningning just now!"
"What! He actually dared to hurt Ningning!"
The sword spirits glared fiercely at Zhong Fu. They had always thought this old man was no good, but they never expected him to be so vicious!
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"
Zhong Fu was terrified. How could he possibly deal with so many sword spirits by himself?
Zhong Fu's soul cautiously drifted towards the Demon Sword. These sword spirits were not to be trifled with, so he could only seek help from the Demon Sword. After all, he had once been a general under the Demon Lord, and the Demon Sword should at least protect him out of respect for the Demon Lord...
"I only saw that young friend Tianning was exceptionally talented, with a remarkable gift in the Dao of Alchemy, and wanted to pass on all my knowledge to him... Didn't I just accidentally come to the wrong place? I'll leave immediately!"
"Halt!" The Demon Sword seemed to have figured something out. The man's eyes turned sinister, his handsome face darkened, and a layer of terrifying frost covered his face: "I remember you. You are not a pill cultivator. You are a sword cultivator general under him... Why did you deceive us and say that you are a pill cultivator?"
"Besides, what can a demonic cultivator's soul possibly impart to Ningning?"
"The reason you're here is probably... to possess Ningning!"
Before falling into the Sword Tomb of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Demon Sword had served by the Demon Lord's side for many years and was very clear about the thoughts of these demonic cultivators.
Offering help for no reason, teaching things could have been done outside, but Zhong Fu deliberately entered Tian Ning's spiritual space, probably intending to possess her body!
Upon hearing the words "possession," Jianjian and the other sword spirits were instantly enraged. This old man really dared to think that way!
“Demon Sword, you…” Zhong Fu gritted his teeth, never expecting that Demon Sword would betray him. With nowhere else to turn, he shouted, trying to get Demon Sword to stand on his side: “Have you forgotten how gloriously the former Demon Lord led you to attack the righteous path a thousand years ago?”
"This brat is nothing more than a righteous cultivator who hasn't fallen into demonic possession. You are so noble, how could she be worthy of you!"
"Ha—" His response was a merciless strike from the demonic sword.
"It's none of your business to tell Ningning what to do!"
His cold, deep black eyes now concealed murderous intent. "How dare you lay a hand on my beloved Ningning! You deserve to die!"
No sooner had the Demon Sword finished his boastful words than Jianjian rushed up and beat Zhong Fu to a pulp, with the other sword spirits following behind, occasionally adding a kick to vent their anger!
Demon Sword: "..."
"Hey... don't kill him, leave me a couple of kicks!"
Zhong Fu: "..."
As expected of the Demon Lord's demonic sword, it is so ruthless...
This time, Zhong Fu's soul was truly shattered and almost completely obliterated. Just when he thought he was doomed, the girl's clear voice rang out.
Stop.
The sword spirits' attacks then ceased.
Zhong Fu looked up at the pink-clad girl who had appeared, looking disheveled. To her left was Jian Jian with flowing rainbow-colored hair, and to her right was Mo Jian, who had just squeezed out Fei Xue Jian in the competition for favor.
Tian Ning spoke calmly: "Are you going to tell the truth, or should I send you on your way, so your soul will be scattered to the winds?"
Seeing her completely unsurprised expression, Zhong Fu suddenly realized, "You already knew I was a demonic cultivator!"
Tian Ning didn't deny it: "I know you're eager to possess me, but don't look at me like I'm a complete idiot!"
Zhong Fu: "..."
Was he really that obvious?
"I can agree! As long as you let me go, I'm willing to tell you everything I know." At this moment, Zhong Fu was still unwilling to give up and bargain. He didn't want his soul to be scattered and disappear completely.
Jianjian snorted coldly, and the rainbow-colored light above his head became even more dazzling, shining on Zhongfu's soul, which immediately let out a miserable scream: "Ahhh—I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Demon Sword frowned, feeling uncomfortable, and took out a piece of black cloth to cover himself. His demonic energy was extremely strong, so he was not harmed by the sword, but he was disgusted by the rainbow-colored hair.
And then there's that bastard Jianjian. Every time he tries to bewitch Tianning into demonic possession, this guy always shows up and gets in the way!
Zhong Fu dared not haggle any longer. The feeling of being worse than death was even more terrifying than the formation that was suppressing them. He spoke weakly, "I am actually one of the former Demon Lord's generals, the Netherworld King—Zhong Fu!"
"A thousand years ago, the Demon Lord led his army to attack the cultivation world. The initial battlefield was this Central Continent. The outside world was fully prepared to take over this territory in one fell swoop. But they never expected that those righteous villains would be so treacherous and cunning, having already set a trap to lure us in..."
Speaking of that great battle, Zhong Fu's tone was full of vicissitudes: "Countless demonic cultivators perished here, and even we, who were powerful generals under the Demon Lord, did not survive... However, we also dragged those righteous villains down with us! Hahahaha—they all deserved it! The number of righteous people who died was definitely no less than ours!"
"Those wicked villains weren't satisfied with killing us; they even set up a formation to trap us here, where we suffer endless torment!"
"Only by possessing the bodies of cultivators who have mistakenly entered this place can our souls catch their breath for a while. After all, what have we done wrong? We just want to suffer less!"
When he recounted the past, Zhong Fu appeared somewhat deranged. A thousand years ago, he was so glorious, but now he has fallen to such a state.
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