Because of Mi Xi, even though he knew that Mi Wei and Mi Xi were not on the same path, he didn't have much affection for her.
At most, he won't hurt her; that's already the best reward he can give her.
Even Ji Fenghua himself didn't know that after this ordeal, his character had undergone a complete transformation.
He was no longer weak, and he became extreme.
He has transformed into a true demon, both inside and out, in terms of personality and appearance.
After absorbing a large amount of demonic energy, the jet-black bead slowly transformed and detached from Ji Fenghua's base, rising into his empty and dark sea of consciousness, and gradually transforming into a black miniature version of him.
In the distant Demon Realm, Demon Lord Jiu Yue smiled with satisfaction, his voice as deep and resonant as a night drum: "My disciple is excellent, born with a demonic infant. Now that his demonic body is complete, it is time for him to return."
Having said that, he flipped his hand and took out an object, then pressed it deeply into the ground. A cloud of the most intense demonic energy in the world enveloped a ghostly skeleton warship the size of a thumb, which traversed from underground and sped straight towards the Pear Blossom Courtyard where Ji Fenghua of the Hidden Sect was located.
Upon hearing Demon Lord Jiu Yue's voice, Ji Fenghua suddenly opened her eyes, a flash of scarlet light appearing in her pupils.
He suddenly sat up and turned to look at Mi Wei, who had been watching him with concern.
Such a cold look!
When Mi Wei met Ji Fenghua's gaze, a chill instinctively ran down her spine; her intuition told her:
He has changed. He is no longer the innocent young boy with a warm heart and a sunny smile that she first met.
"Fenghua..." Mi Wei's teeth chattered slightly as she called his name.
Ji Fenghua's gaze slid down from Mi Wei's delicate face to the medicine and food she had brought, and she slowly smiled: "Sister, you came to bring me medicine and food?"
The voice was no longer as clear as before, nor did it have any warmth; it was as cold as if it were coming from beneath a thousand-year-old glacier.
Moreover, his face is now covered with tangled scars and bulging muscles, no longer the handsome man he once was, and quite ugly.
“Ah, ah…” Mi Wei answered blankly and in a daze.
Looking at Ji Fenghua's face, now covered in healed scars, she bit her lower lip, feeling a pang of regret for bringing the medicine with her.
Because he no longer needs it.
The demonic energy can restore his strength and heal his injuries, but it cannot restore his appearance.
This shows that it's not that he doesn't want to recover, but that he can't.
Ji Fenghua now appears more composed and quiet than before, which inexplicably frightens Mi Wei.
But she still couldn't bear to give up. After witnessing his beauty, she didn't want to watch him sink into the dark abyss.
She still wanted to save him.
"Fenghua, do you... want some?" Mi Wei composed herself, mustered her courage, picked up a plate of pastries from the ground, and handed it to Ji Fenghua.
Ji Fenghua kept her head down, staring at the ground, as if trying to find something underground.
Hearing Mi Wei's question, he looked up at her with a sinister gaze, and quietly and eerily curled the corners of his mouth: "A spirit creature is not suitable. Sister, keep it for yourself."
“This is not a spiritual object, it’s just…” Mi Wei was about to explain.
But then it suddenly occurred to her that this pastry might not be considered a spiritual object for her.
However, to demons, this pastry is also made with spiritual plants, although they are only the most common and lowest-grade spiritual plants, they are not food for demons.
Mi Wei's pupils dilated, and she suddenly looked up at Ji Fenghua.
Ji Fenghua noticed her shocked gaze, and the moment her eyes met hers, they suddenly turned strangely sinister.
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