Chapter 16#
Chapter 16#
The newcomer wore a black mask, with raven-black hair falling to his shoulders, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, and black gloves on his hands.
He stood with his arms crossed, simply watching from the side, witnessing the demon girl being pushed back step by step, until she finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her gaze gradually turned fierce, and she gritted her teeth, saying, “You’re not here to help me…”
Feng slightly raised his head: “Naturally, why would I help you?”
“Whoosh—”
Before he finished speaking, the demon girl was defeated. She was knocked to the ground, her clothes rustling against the dirt.
Feng walked over and squatted down, resting his head on his hand and smiling at her. His eyes were full of understanding, and he wasn’t surprised by the arrival of Immortal Lord Chongwu.
Seeing Feng’s gaze, everything clicked for her. “These people, you brought them?!”
“Yes, I brought them to take your life.”
His voice was hoarse and ruthless, with a hint of nonchalance, yet it was clearly disguised.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and gripped her neck, then gave a sudden squeeze!
The demon girl continuously tried to pull the hand away from her neck with both hands, but it didn’t budge. She struggled violently, her throat emitting broken gasps.
His eyes were calm and unmoving. He casually remarked, “It’s quite difficult to catch an opportunity when your father isn’t around.”
“You…” The demon girl’s voice was hoarse, and she opened her mouth as if to say something.
Feng, however, knew exactly what she wanted to say, and his tone held a hint of a smile, “What, going to mention your father again?”
“Do you think I’m scared?”
After he finished speaking, his expression turned grim, and the force in his hand increased.
Before long, the demon girl lost her life under his hand.
He lightly patted his clothes and stood up: “Dealing with demon clan internal affairs, apologies for the disturbance.”
Immortal Lord Chongwu frowned slightly. He had heard of this demon girl, named Suling. Even if she was useless, she was the daughter of a great demon general, one of the demon clan’s top talents, yet in his hands, she was like an ant.
To what extent had “Feng” grown…
Meanwhile, the demon cultivators Suling brought were also completely eliminated. For a moment, only gasps and footsteps remained in the air. Yu Lin and the others walked over to meet Immortal Lord Chongwu, momentarily still.
“Didn’t your ancestor teach you manners, not to trespass into other people’s homes?”
The young priestess spoke, breaking the stalemate.
Feng’s body paused, then he smiled, “Lord Priestess is so naive, attempting to teach a stray dog some rules?”
Seeing “Feng” confront the young priestess, Immortal Lord Chongwu pulled Yu Lin back a step.
Yu Lin was puzzled and transmitted a message to him, “What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with this person?”
Immortal Lord Chongwu’s expression was complex as he transmitted back, “This one named ‘Feng’ is the current Demon Venerable.”
“Rumor has it he’s temperamental, kills without blinking, and holds grudges.”
“Feng” was a descendant of the Demon Clan’s Old Ancestor’s personal disciple during the Immortal-Demon War. Due to internal strife within the Demon Clan, he was forced to wander outside, but was recognized by the Old Ancestor at the age of five or six.
The Old Ancestor only guaranteed his survival; everything else he clawed and fought for. In just over ten years, he had become the terrifying Demon Venerable.
Yu Lin, eager to learn more about the Demon Realm, asked curiously, “Master, are you afraid of him?”
Of course not.
Immortal Lord Chongwu gave him a helpless glance, finding his words quite amusing, and had to add, “This person holds grudges tightly, it’s best not to provoke him.”
The young priestess thought he was about to attack and tensed her body in a defensive posture. To her surprise, he stood still, and after a while, as if he had heard something amusing, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and he said with a smile:
“Immortal Lord Chongwu knows quite a lot, doesn’t he? When did the number one person of the righteous path start educating others?”
Immortal Lord Chongwu was startled, never expecting that he could even intercept such a direct mind-to-mind transmission. His current strength was likely terrifyingly high.
After Feng finished speaking, he tapped the inside of his wrist. Without further desire to chat, his figure moved with extreme speed. In just a blink, a delicate and small sleeve knife was resting against the young priestess’s neck.
“Why are you so wary of me? I’m not here to snatch the Demon Gate Key from you.”
He bent slightly, looking at the young priestess in front of him with a half-smile, “How did the inherited incarnation of Lady Jun Ti become so disheveled?”
“What karma are you looking for here?”
Upon hearing his words, the young priestess’s eyes widened, and she looked at him with a wary expression.
Feng also didn’t expect his guess to be so accurate. He didn’t know what he thought of, but his mind wavered, and the sleeve knife left a shallow mark on her neck.
His expression turned somewhat grim, “What karma do you have with him?”
The young priestess remained silent, ignoring Feng’s words, closing her eyes as if waiting for something.
After a while, Feng suddenly received a transmitted message. His expression changed, he gave her a complex look, put away his sleeve knife, and left.
After Feng left, everything returned to peace. She sighed, then with a sweep of her hand, the demon cultivators’ bodies turned into scattered specks of light in the air.
She gently bowed, “I’ve made a spectacle of myself.”
At the same time, a long, drawn-out bell chime echoed from afar.
“Dong… dong…”
The long bell sound, like an awakening bell, instantly pulled Yu Lin into an illusion…
“This is his opportunity.” The white-haired old man stroked his beard with a smile and walked towards the back mountain. “You all, follow me.”
The back mountain was an endless expanse of dark green, a lifeless and dead silence.
The deep black gradually bled towards the entrance, a chilling sight that made people hesitate.
“Go.”
Yet the white-haired old man very calmly called over his two disciples and led them into the mountain.
The girl waited at the entrance, while the boy carried a lantern to show them the way.
“Let’s… go.” The boy’s eyes were vacant, and his voice was somewhat mechanical.
Immortal Lord Chongwu looked at the child, who appeared different from before. Before he could ask further, everyone was swept into the forest by the white-haired old man in a gust of wind.
“After the Immortal-Demon War, the Shanhai Sect fell into decline. Many great powers perished within it, and all the people of Shanhai Sect charged forward in battle.”
“These two children are a wisp of Lady Jun Ti’s soul and her biological brother. Before losing consciousness, Lady Jun Ti took a wisp of his divine consciousness and transformed her own soul to accompany it. The two became two puppet dolls, possessing divine consciousness during the day, but only able to cycle through reincarnation day after day.”
The white-haired old man guessed his thoughts and transmitted what he wanted to know into his ear.
“You are an old acquaintance of Lady Jun Ti, it is right that I tell you.”
After saying this, the white-haired old man fell silent. Immortal Lord Chongwu also focused on the present matter.
Dry, rough leaves, having endured years of wind and frost, crunched crisply underfoot. An ethereal wind sound echoed through the empty valley.
“Where… where are we going?” asked Sword Venerable Yuanzhi.
The boy took over, “This is the trial ground left by the cultivators of Shanhai Sect in ancient times.”
Before he finished speaking, several light green vortexes slowly appeared in all directions. The vortexes gently rippled, revealing themselves to be spatial teleportation arrays.
At the same time, each teleportation array also connected a light green, translucent thread, corresponding to each of them.
The boy stepped back, and after they entered the spatial array, he turned and left.
“Good luck to you all.”
…
A slender, delicate hand pulled him deeper inside, a delicate jade forehead ornament swaying.
In an instant, the young priestess changed her appearance.
She wore a red and green midriff-baring top, with golden sequins shimmering on it. A light green silk dress trailed to the floor.
Yu Lin’s eyes suddenly widened, and he called out softly in disbelief, “Jun Ti?”
The young priestess, hearing his words, smiled with narrowed eyes and gently said, “Xiao Lin, long time no see.”
In his previous life, within the Demon Gate Secret Realm, Yu Lin accidentally entered an illusion and met Jun Ti. That memory was vague and fleeting, leaving behind only a tangle of sadness and sighs.
Now, the Demon Gate Secret Realm hasn’t even opened yet, so why is Jun Ti…
Yu Lin felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to ask, Jun Ti’s gentle gaze held him back.
She seemed to know Yu Lin’s thoughts, and softly said, “Xiao Lin, whatever I say now, you will forget. But I think, you at this moment should know these things.”
“After the events of that year, the Priestess clan was completely annihilated. The gods brought down punishment, and the Qi Nan Kingdom thus fell. The water sources dried up, and that place truly became a barren land.”
“Immediately after, the divine punishment spread throughout the entire world, lives were plunged into misery, and people struggled to survive. The fragile worldline thus collapsed.”
“Later, a wisp of my divine consciousness covered the altar, traveled through space and time to find a way to break the deadlock, found this world that had not collapsed, and found you, Xiao Lin.”
“Found… me?”
Jun Ti nodded, “Only if you come back to life with your memories can this be resolved.”
She revealed all the truths but did not tell him how she made him reborn.
Jun Ti led him to a stone wall, where intricate totem patterns were carved, and beneath them, an altar.
A blue gem was embedded in the altar. Jun Ti gently tapped it, and the gem floated in the air, emitting a faint blue glow.
She turned around, guiding the gem to move with her, and gently touched it to Yu Lin’s forehead.
He suddenly felt his forehead warm, and the lingering sound of bells and whistling wind echoed in his ears. At the same time, the person and scenery before him grew increasingly distant in his mind.
Jun Ti stepped forward, her eyes showing a hint of weariness mixed with a touch of relief.
“Xiao Lin, it can increase your cultivation speed and save your life when necessary. Perhaps you won’t remember anything then, but it will guide you when you deviate from your path.”
She sighed, stood on tiptoe, gently caressed his cheek twice, and softly kissed his forehead.
“I’ve changed the trajectory of your life, I hope you won’t blame me.”
She looked at Yu Lin with a hint of apology, then pulled out a key from behind her.
The key glowed with a purple light, drawing one’s gaze inward. He subconsciously cried out, “Demon Gate Key!”
“Sorry for making you come all this way for nothing. But the time has come, the Demon Gate Secret Realm must be opened.”
“No!” Yu Lin instinctively lunged to snatch it, but Jun Ti dodged him.
The things before his eyes became increasingly blurry, and he gradually couldn’t grasp anything.
Before him flashed the deaths of his senior brother and sister, the beginning of all nightmares, all the memories he dared not face.
“Don’t open the Demon Gate Secret Realm… please…”
As soon as he recalled those memories, his body trembled uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his eyes. His voice suddenly became hoarse, only able to repeat endlessly.
“…I’m sorry.”
At the moment she finished speaking, the key in Jun Ti’s hand disintegrated into countless fragments of dust.
“…This is the destiny of our reincarnation.”