frightfiction How could Chapter 595 not have changed?
How could Chapter 595 not have changed?
Home is where the family is.
Gong Yuan slowly raised his hand, which wasn't too badly mutated, and touched the things on the ground.
As she touched each item one by one, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.
The young man gripped Shen Suanzhen's hand tightly, speaking incoherently and incoherently:
"Master, don't... go... back."
Even after this divination is completed, Master must return safely.
Unfortunately, Master Shensuan's mind was made up. The old man shook his head and said:
“Yuan’er, most cultivators in the Yuanming Realm are willing to die on the battlefield.”
Gong Yuan seemed to know that he couldn't persuade Master Shen Suan. The young man looked behind Master Shen Suan with his blurry eyes, and then slowly spoke.
"Lan...Lan..."
The moment Xue Lan heard those two words, tears streamed down her face.
The last time she heard Gong Yuan call her Lanlan was in the tortoise shell he had asked those demonized children to bring back.
At that time, Gong Yuan's voice was no longer human, but it was still clear.
Instead of being as vague and unclear as it is now.
Xue Lan spoke softly, her voice hoarse with pain:
"Senior brother."
The woman's voice seemed to come from a very, very far place, and Gong Yuan could hardly hear it, but the young man still managed a forced smile and spoke with difficulty:
"They're all so... amazing..."
The young man's deformed arm was propped up to one side, as if he was afraid that the bone spurs growing on his body would prick Shen Suanzhen.
The young man's muffled, hoarse voice carried a hint of pleading:
"Junior sister... please take care of Master..."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Before the young man could finish his sentence, he began to cough violently, and dark purple demonic blood spilled from his mouth and nose.
"Senior brother, don't speak!"
Xue Lan spoke quickly, and the woman transformed into a streak of dark demonic light, flying to the edge of the restriction on the platform. She then raised her hand and pressed it down.
The icy sword intent landed on the restriction in an instant, and within it was a wisp of demonic god's original aura that Xue Lan had drawn from her own demon soul.
Everything on the altar was arranged to resurrect the demon god, and all the laws here revolved around that demon god.
With the help of the wisp of demonic energy in her palm, Xue Lan entered the restriction in no time.
Gong Yuan was about to speak when his brow was instantly frozen in place by a touch. Xue Lan, exuding an icy aura, landed before them and shouted sharply:
"Go back!" In an instant, a dark and icy demonic aura fled from Gong Yuan's body, scattering all over the altar.
"Little Flag!"
Xue Lan felt slightly relieved as she watched the demonic energy scatter and flee. The woman then spoke softly into her sleeve.
A brightly colored centipede darted out from the woman's sleeve and then crawled onto Gong Yuan's body.
"Senior brother, I'll help you suppress the demonic energy." Xue Lan's hands moved swiftly as he spoke:
"From now on, everything regarding the demon race can be left to Xue Lan."
Gong Yuan felt the biting icy power in front of him and was momentarily stunned.
The moment the demonic energy dissipated from his body, he had already regained consciousness. The young man spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I remember my junior sister Xue has both metal and fire spiritual roots."
Xue Lan finally couldn't hold back her tears.
The woman took out a Demon-Transforming Pill from her sleeve and fed it to Gong Yuan in front of her. She then channeled her spiritual energy through her fingertips, guiding the Qi Hua Yin Cai centipede. Her voice was somewhat muffled:
"Xue Lan has had some fortuitous encounters over the years and has mastered an ice-attribute sword technique. What my senior brother sensed was my sword intent."
Gong Yuan suddenly understood, and the young man slowly nodded and spoke:
"It's because I've been away for too long."
I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am.
All I know is what I have to do.
The old man felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he looked at his wounded disciple with eyes full of pity.
After the Qi Hua Yin Cai centipede slithered around Gong Yuan's body a few times, Xue Lan pulled out a complete demonic meridian from Gong Yuan's body.
It wasn't created by the Demon Transformation Pill, but rather a complete meridian system specially crafted by Tingnu for the resurrected Demon God, with nine demon cores inserted into it.
The woman clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.
As expected, Tingnu wanted to make Gong Yuan the vessel for the demon god to descend to the mortal realm of Yuanming. To this end, she did not hesitate to slaughter high-ranking demons to nourish Gong Yuan's body, making him unable to live or die, and suffering the pain of demonization day and night.
and……
The woman quietly looked at the magic core placed on Gong Yuan's chest.
It was an exceptionally beautiful magic core, within which deep black demonic energy flowed continuously, carrying glittering starlight. On the outside of the magic core was engraved a monster with two horns on its head, surrounded by several strange characters, radiating a captivating purple light.
This is the Demon God's core; the mark on it can summon the Demon God's remnant soul.
Xue Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, and her icy voice reached the ears of the inner demon who was locked in combat with Tu Lan:
"Have you resolved it on your end?"
The inner demon, who had just slammed Turan to the ground with his hammer, spoke impatiently upon hearing this:
"Not going too smoothly. A demon in the late Nascent Soul stage has arrived here. Its true form is probably a disgusting variant conceived by Yuanming in the lower realm. It can transform and can't be killed by hammers."
The inner demon looked at Turan, who had risen again in a twisted posture from the ground, and felt a surge of rage within him.
"Bring the single-edged sword over here!"
"Okay!" Xue Lan readily agreed, and the woman gently raised her hand as she spoke:
"Single-handed! Go help her!"
A streak of dark light flew out from the woman's sleeve and instantly flew towards the direction of the inner demon.
The moment the inner demon heard Xue Lan speak, it released the Heavenly Forging Hammer in its hand. Sui Xin, dressed in red, immediately appeared and took over, and the two joined forces to face Tu Lan below.
"It's still because your strength isn't enough." Sui Xin glanced indifferently at the inner demon beside her.
“If you had the strength of a demon lord now, the two of us wouldn’t be forced into this situation by a freakish demon from the lower realm.”
The inner demon glanced at her sideways:
"My current cultivation level depends entirely on you, Master of the Sect. Don't bother me if you need anything!"
The instant the woman finished speaking, a long, dark, icy blade flew into his hand. The cold, handsome young man stood behind the inner demon and spoke:
"She asked me to help you."
The inner demon, mimicking the young man's aloof manner, spoke:
"it is good!"
The woman moved her fingers to push open the scabbard, and a terrifying aura instantly burst forth from it.
The woman chuckled wickedly, her round eyes, identical to Xue Lan's, filled with an evil aura. She smiled and spoke to Xue Lan:
"I'll come to your aid after I kill this one!"
The inner demon fell silent after uttering those words, but Xue Lan heard a loud explosion coming from beyond the distant mountain peak.
The woman slowly lowered her eyes and looked at Gong Yuan before speaking:
"Senior brother, I will now regulate the meridians in your body to reverse the demonic transformation."
"Thank you, Junior Sister!"
Almost the instant Gong Yuan spoke, Xue Lan raised her hand and used the spiritual energy at her fingertips to manipulate a section of Gong Yuan's meridian, tearing off a demonic core from it, her expression extremely serious.
The plucked demon core twisted a few times in the woman's palm before losing its life and gently floating beside Xue Lan.
Gong Yuan stroked the Xuan Tian tortoise shell that Shen Suan Zhenren had just handed him, muttering the divination text that Shen Suan Zhenren had taught him when he was a child.
Time seemed to be passing so slowly, Gong Yuan thought to himself.
As Xue Lan removed the demonic cores from his body one by one, the young man felt much lighter. A cool chill slowly emanated from his heart, the armor on his arms began to fade, and the white film in his eyes cleared away.
The first thing Gong Yuan saw was the aged face of the True Man Shen Suan.
More than a decade has passed since we parted. In my memory, my capable and gentle master has a full head of white hair. His blue robe is loose on him, and he can easily tuck in his long sleeves after taking a few steps.
"Master."
The young man spoke gently, yet with a bittersweet tone:
"It has finally come to this."
Xue Lan obtained another magic core, and the black armor on the young man's face disappeared, revealing his gentle and handsome features.
Master Shensuan looked at his disciple and smiled:
"You haven't changed at all."
Xue Lan's hand trembled slightly.
How could it not have changed?
Ten years of wasted potential for the demon race, filled with hatred, transformed a gifted young man into a domesticated monster.
How could it not have changed?
Xue Lan looked up and glanced at Shen Suan Zhenren.
The old man's eyes held the same gentleness that Xue Lan often saw; he always looked at his juniors with such tenderness.
But this time is different.
Xue Lan saw not only tenderness and sorrow in the old man's gentle eyes, but also a desperate will to die.
Xue Lan removed the last removable magic core, turning her head slightly to hide her expression from Shen Suan Zhenren and Gong Yuan:
"Master, we can begin the divination now."
"Thank you, Junior Sister."
Gong Yuan smiled slightly at Xue Lan, then raised the Xuan Tian Tortoise Shell in his hand and sat opposite Shen Suan Zhenren.
The young man's voice held a hint of reproach as he casually waved the three copper coins in his hand:
"Why did Master bring Lanlan here? She's a weapon refiner."
"Our Lanlan is no longer an ordinary weapon refiner." A smile appeared at the corner of Shen Suan Zhenren's eyes.
"She is now the new head of the Wan Gong Fang workshop."
Gong Yuan gasped.
"The new boss of Wan Gongfang?"
"Then Master even brought her along! This is absolutely outrageous."
Shen Suanzhen never imagined that he would be called a fool by Gong Yuan. After all, apart from Qi Song, everyone else on Suandao Peak was a gentle, restrained, and well-mannered child.
Gong Yuan was particularly outstanding among them, always appearing gentle, refined, and dignified.
The old man smiled and shook his head, then raised his hand to shake hands with the young man opposite him. A drop of blood flowed from their palms.
"Lanlan brought me here; she was worried about me!"
The old man's voice was clearly tinged with laughter. He turned his head slightly to glance at Xue Lan, then calmly spoke:
"But everyone in the world will eventually leave."
Speaking in a gentle tone but saying hurtful things, Xue Lan didn't want to listen, so she simply went outside the barrier.
Outside the altar, all was quiet. The vengeful spirits that had just been tearing at Tingnu with their hideous screams were now silently suspended beside the large expanse of red mist, each looking at the two people in the center of the altar with pity in their eyes.
In the thick darkness of night, only endless silence remained.
A female ghost in a white dress flew through a layer of red mist and landed in front of Xue Lan, gently raising her hand to touch Xue Lan's head.
That expression seemed to say:
"Don't be sad."
Xue Lan smiled gently at the female ghost, then shook her head.
She has already gotten through the most heartbreaking period.
It took her a long time to accept that the people around her would eventually leave, just like when she forced herself to stop pursuing perfect solutions in the Wan Gong Fang.
Just as Master Shen Suan said, no one in the world can escape death.
The woman thought to herself, and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Crack!"
A soft, crisp sound came from the mist not far away, and Xue Lan looked up in that direction.
"A demon is coming." The woman slowly raised the Soul-Guiding Sword in her hand, a golden light flashing continuously at the tip of the sword.
"Since you've already arrived, why don't you come out and chat with this junior?"
Xue Lan's clear voice resounded throughout the altar, and layers of terrifyingly powerful energy rippled out in front of the woman, as the thick red mist was lifted like a curtain.
Xue Lan saw a man wearing a red robe.
The man appeared slender and handsome, with a faint smile on his delicate face. He held a folding fan and looked at Xue Lan.
"The High Priest lost?"
Xue Lan sensed a hint of disgust emanating from the young man.
The woman spoke softly, her tone full of sarcasm:
"I'm so lucky today," Xue Lan said with a smile.
"I encountered several sons of demons in one day."
The young man glanced at Xue Lan gently, his tone carrying a hint of excitement:
"You smell like Ji Ping. What did you do to him?"
Xue Lan knew that the sons of the Demon God had always been at odds with each other, but this was the first time he had seen them so openly express their malice.
Xue Lan secretly transmitted her voice to Xue Tong:
"Another demon god's child has appeared on my side. Do you have any clues?"
Xue Tong had just thrust an arrow into the core of a demon when she heard Xue Lan's voice. The girl pulled the arrow out forcefully and opened the system panel with a flick of her wrist.
"The fifth demon god is named Ji Shen, the 'deep' of 'deep courtyard, deep, deep, how deep.'" The girl raised her hand to wipe the demon blood splattered on her face.
"He and that fourth princess are practically twins. He's an even stranger beast than Ji Ping."
"The fifth son of the Demon God." Xue Lan chuckled softly upon hearing this.
"I think I really have a chance to collect all nine sons of the Demon God."
"You don't have any inner demons around you right now, so don't do anything reckless. Wait for me!"
The demon, whose foot had just been stabbed by Xue Tong, struggled to raise his hand to grab the girl, only to have an arrow shot into his neck by her. The shrieking sound stopped instantly.
Xue Tong glanced up at the inner demon and the others not far away, then quickly spoke:
"I'm going to find Xue Lan!"
The inner demon waved his hand with his back to the girl:
"go with!"
"Be careful," Xue Tong said, then transformed into a dazzling blue light and flew towards Xue Lan.
Facing the fifth son of the Demon God, Xue Lan couldn't help but chuckle softly upon hearing the commotion from the girl's side.
"So worried about me?"
"Don't worry, my demon soul is not weak."
Xue Tong naturally knew that Xue Lan's demon soul was one of the strongest in the Yuanming Realm, but who would use their soul power every time they fought?
She will need to use her soul as fuel to forge the realm later. What if she consumes too much now and it affects her later plans, making it impossible for her to return?
"Alright, alright, come here." Xue Lan said somewhat helplessly, the woman looking at the young man in red not far away opposite her:
"Help me curse them to death."
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I'm having a mental block; I need to take the 9th off.