In the fairyland of Yaochi, the misty fairy air rises from the pool, and with the spring flowers blooming, it looks like a fairyland.
Jia Ming stood respectfully on the stage, his eyes fixed on his toes. His nonchalant attitude gave him a touch of ethereal nobility, but one could vaguely see that his brows were furrowed tightly.
The Queen Mother of the West, looking elegant and graceful, drank a sip of the nectar and said, "Jia Ming. How long have you been in Kunlun Fairyland?"
There was a layer of worry between Jia Ming's brows, and his brows were furrowed even more. "More than two thousand years."
The Queen Mother of the West stood up and slowly walked down the stairs. Her well-maintained face was only slightly wrinkled. She smiled and said, "Jia Ming, you have been living with the Weaver Girl day and night for more than two thousand years..."
A hint of confusion flashed across Jia Ming's eyes, followed by layers of frost. He said, "My Lady, I have something to ask you. Who is Ming Ye...?"
Queen Mother Xi seemed to pause for a moment, but after regaining her composure, she became more resolute. "Mingye was your former name... You were once a high-ranking immortal in the immortal realm. Two thousand years ago, during that catastrophe, you sacrificed yourself for the people of the six realms. It was my daughter, the Weaver Girl, who saved you."
"Why, I... have no memory at all?" Jia Ming's eyes flickered and fragmented, mixed with a bone-chilling chill.
"Those unhappy memories from the past are gone now. Now all I need is Brother Jia Ming by my side."
A woman's clear, bell-like voice came from behind, causing Jia Ming to turn slightly and look at the beautiful face of the Weaver Girl, but he still couldn't muster any favorable impression.
The Weaver Girl took Jia Ming's arm on her own. Although Jia Ming felt a little disgusted, he could only suppress his disgust when he thought that the Weaver Girl had saved his life.
A black and a green figure wandered in the mountains and forests, and soon they landed in a place. Jiuxi and Yuanfan concealed their demonic aura and hid behind the rocks. In the quiet forest, there was only the sound of birds singing. Jiuxi leaned against the rocks, and glanced ahead from time to time. There stood Judge Cui in a blue robe, and the Black and White Impermanence.
It was almost dusk, and the rosy glow of the sunset cast a warm yellow arc across the horizon. Judge Cui narrowed his eyes and quietly scanned his surroundings. The demonic aura around him...
It was very faint, probably just some minor demons with poor cultivation. Or, perhaps, that person had restrained his demonic energy, so they couldn't detect it.
Hei Wuchang asked in surprise, "Master Cui, what should we do?"
Judge Cui narrowed his eyes and said, "Xiao Hei, go capture the soul of this snake demon!"
"Okay!"
The sound of chains rang out, and Jiuxi also walked out from behind the rocks. She was wrapped in a large cloak, and even her face changed into that of a handsome young man. A clear and cold voice escaped from the corner of her lips, saying, "People from the underworld are also trying to interfere in my affairs?"
There was a hint of contempt in her narrow eyes. Ever since she appeared, the evil spirit in the surroundings seemed to overflow and filled the entire forest.
A small green snake stood on Jiuxi's shoulder, flicking its tongue, looking very dangerous.
Bai Wuchang panicked and said, "It's...it's the Demon King."
Having heard of the ferocious appearance of the Demon King, the ghost was a little hesitant when he saw the handsome and elegant appearance of this man. However, the shocking demonic aura on that man was not fake.
Jiuxi pulled out a jade flute from his waist. Just as the cold flute touched his lips, Judge Cui raised his arm and said, "I wonder what the Demon King wants these souls for?"
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