[Not to ntion that I definitely wont allow for Luo Ming Xuan to wake up. Also, particularly in regards to Shen Qian JIn, even though that year, Gu Han Guang ca to beg , but I still had spent so much effort to save her. If you both say you want to kill her, then do you think you can?]
[I wont allow that to happen.]
I drifted out of the stone room and leaped upward to the ground, but I saw Zhi Yan blindly rushing about on the ground like a headless fly. While beside her was Qin Yu, who stared at her intently with sorrowful eyes.
Stop looking. I reprimanded Qin Yu, I have sothing for you to do.
Qin Yu turned his head to look at , but in this mont, Zhi Yan bounded over: Great Demon King, where have you been?! She took one look at my body and her lips imdiately drooped, as if she was about to cry, Why does your soul look weak again? When you went down to that room, I tried to approach and already felt pain, how did you get in there? How were you able to stay in there for such a long ti? Why didnt you co out earlier?
Just because you retreated as soon as you hurt, therefore, you didnt know where I went and didnt know how I was able to stay inside for so long. Thats the reason why, regardless of whether its before or after, youll never know why Im the Great Demon King and why youre just a small fry.
As I left her with these words, in her mont of dumbfoundedness, I pushed her aside and stared at Qin Yu: Do you know Guan Yu Towers Shen Qian Jin? Liu Wei said that hell harm Shen Qian Jin tonight. Just like he hard you, hes going to take her blood. Right now, I have to go find help. You go find Shen Qian Jin and use any ans necessary to keep her safe. The bigger your action is, the better it is. Ill be there in a mont.
When Qin Yu listened to the first half of my speech, his eyes were already turning scarlet and he was gnashing his teeth. After he waited for to finish, without further instructions, he turned into a dark shadow and leapt up into the sky. He imdiately disappeared right before my eyes.
I called out to Zhi Yan: Co on, lets go back first.
While Zhi Yan kept asking : What the heck is going on? What happened?
It was still a long way drifting from Jian Xin Sect to the periter of the guest house, so I simply told Zhi Yan everything involved in this matter. After Zhi Yan finished listening, she was quiet for a mont, like she was digesting the information. A while later, she murmured to herself: I was at Jian Xin Sect for so many years and I never knew that hiding underground was the body of the Golden Immortal But why is it the Golden Immortal Doesnt everyone say that he is rciful and generous, and that he is a great man
I shot a glance at Zhi Yan, it seems that the work of these celestial sects were still very well done. Luo Ming Xuan has been dead for such a long ti, but this junior generation of theirs still knew about him.
But why now, in order to resurrect him, they can just hurt my father? If the Golden Immortals life is a life, then my fathers is not one? The one that theyre wanting to resurrect What kind of golden immortal is he?
I laughed coldly: What golden immortal, arent they all just celestial cultivators. These dosticated animals who look like humans but are more like dogs I paused for a mont and suddenly thought of the ghost market. I thought of those hypocritical righteous cultivators, who did bad things behind other peoples back. When they beco ghosts, they would receive the sa treatnt as . I suddenly felt a mont of scheming enlightennt. I could not help but started to think, I should have turned them into ghosts much sooner.
I should urge Mo Qing to make a drastic move and take them all away.
While I was secretly plotting in my mind, Zhi Yan suddenly asked another question: Why did you originally want to kill the Golden Immortal on his wedding day?
I gazed at the fast-approaching guest house and answered softly: Because he hard and my only close relative.
Zhi Yan was stunned and dumbfoundedly asked: Your close relative? Who?
In Jiang Hu, no one knew that Lu Zhao Yao still had a close relative. However, I still rembered it so clearly. When I was young, my holand was a place of barren hills and wild rivers. My clan mbers would disappear one by one, and even my parents disappeared before I had any mories of them. In the end, only my maternal grandfather and I stayed in that dense and dark valley. He would drink wine all day long to the point that he was intoxicated, and then for a while, he would rember to teach cultivation techniques.
I still rembered what he told . He said that everyone in the outside world could make choices for themselves. They could choose to be celestial or demonic cultivators, or practice any kind of paths. However, only the people of our clan did not have that choice because we were born to be demonic, so we could only cultivate the demonic path.
I was very talented, it just so happens that within the barren hills and wild rivers filled with miasmic energy, it could promote my growth. I had never felt that cultivating the demonic path was a bad thing.
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