Qingwu’s expression changed drastically as he spat insults at Cinian: "Old bald donkey! You really want to kill , don’t you?!"
Cinian raised his chin, "Isn’t it because you deserve to die?"
Qingwu’s eyes widened as he began to think of a way out. A sudden flash of insight struck him. He called out, "Zhai Xing, wait for !"
At his cry, everyone turned to look at Zhai Xing. But Zhai Xing was still focused on healing, unmoving.
Was Qingwu trying to escape?
The others quickly realized what was happening and looked around, only to see that Siheng hadn’t been deceived. He waved his hand and conjured a spiritual whip, pulling Qingwu back down to the ground, making him crash heavily.
Qingwu groaned in pain. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to protect himself with spiritual energy, but Siheng’s spiritual whip was highly sinister. Once it bound his body, it suppressed his energy.
Qingwu was completely ensnared by the whip.
Xin Chuan suggested, "Why not kill Zhai Xing first?" Then they could slowly interrogate and torture Qingwu.
"Keeping him alive is useful. At least we need to find out what Asura King is planning," Nanli said. But it might be a good idea to disable Zhai Xing first.
Zhai Xing stopped healing forcefully, spitting out another mouthful of blood. He coldly stared at Nanli. "We, the Demon Clan, are sealed in the Demon Domain, never to leave. Our people outside are all hunted and killed by you. I’m just a fish that slipped through the net, surviving till now."
Nanli responded, "No, you’ve already colluded with Qingwu. A thousand years ago, you were part of the reason the Demon Ruin fissure appeared. Clearly, you had a mission."
"No mission!" Zhai Xing clutched his chest. "I’m just a substitute protector! I foolishly tried to break the sealing spell to free the Demon Clan!" His laugh was bitter. "I’m not qualified to stand before the King. The King probably doesn’t even know about ."
He continued, "My only task was to find Princess Chuyun and bring her back to the Demon Domain. But before long, the Immortal Demon War broke out, and even the Deity Domain participated."
"I wanted to return to the Demon Domain to see my family, but can I go back?!"
His eyes turned to Nanli, filled with growing resentnt.
Nanli wanted to ask Yun Jianchu whether this was true, but Yun Jianchu had clearly been hurt by Yun Yubai’s words and was hiding in the corner, unable to regain her spirit.
Siheng spoke up, "Over the millennia, the major sects have risen and fallen, eventually forming the Six Great Sects and Four Great Families. However, each faction’s power has weakened significantly. It seems you played a significant role in that."
Qingwu was one of them. He had also hard himself and A’Li.
Zhai Xing shifted his gaze to Siheng. In the past, Siheng had always hidden his face with spells, and Zhai Xing hadn’t been able to see his appearance. Now, he blinked in surprise, then smiled. "I didn’t expect the supre being of the Immortal World to be so handso, with a jade-like face, and so intelligent."
This was effectively an acknowledgnt.
Siheng asked, "Aside from you, are there other Demon Clan mbers involved?"
Zhai Xing responded more respectfully, "Celestial Sovereign, I swear loyalty to Asura King and will never betray him. But I can tell you that I am the only Demon Clan mber who has been in contact with Qingwu."
Siheng’s expression remained unchanged as he ford a hand seal and directed it toward Zhai Xing.
Zhai Xing imdiately understood that Siheng was about to probe his mories. Without hesitation, he struck his Dantian with his palm.
Instantly, he coughed up another mouthful of blood. His final words were whispered, "Princess... you betrayed the Demon Clan and the King, but I... I never did..."
With that, he died, and his mories were lost.
Cinian sighed, "As written in the scriptures, the Demon Clan is indeed loyal to their King. They will never betray him, not even in death."
Siheng didn’t care about this. He slightly turned his body and said, "One down."
His gaze shifted to Qingwu.
Siheng clearly harbored imnse hatred for Qingwu and was about to raise his hand to deal with him.
Qingwu’s mind raced. In a flash, he called out, "Nanli, don’t you care about your Glassy Bottle anymore?!"
Sure enough, Siheng’s hand froze.
But Nanli spoke coldly, "I don’t mind whether I keep it or not, but today, this opportunity, he must die!"
Among the six who hard her, only Qingwu remained.
Qingwu saw the boundless hatred in her eyes and felt his head spin. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "Nanli, back then, I was deceived by Zhai Xing’s Enchanting Bug. That’s why I did those foolish things. I’m not doing this for myself, but for you. I’m just a worthless life, and you don’t want to keep your remaining power. Doesn’t that make sense?"
He wasn’t counting the Glassy Bottle from Penglai Island. He thought he might survive a bit longer with the Glassy Bottles from Jialan Celestial Mountain and Divine Buddha Sect. As long as he was alive, there was hope.
He thought if he could break through soon, he might be able to challenge Siheng.
Nanli coldly snorted. "How does it not make sense? The idea to poison the Glassy Bottle must have been yours, right? If I absorbed my energy back into the Glassy Bottle, wouldn’t I be falling into your trap?"
"No! No poison!" Qingwu shook his hands. "I... I wouldn’t waste the Glassy Bottle like that. I didn’t poison it. I won’t until the very last mont."
At this point, he had nowhere else to go, and he no longer feared that he might escape.
According to the rules, Jialan Celestial Mountain and Penglai Island each had one Glassy Bottle.
Since they were related to the Spirit Tree and aid at trapping her, Qingwu wouldn’t easily move them.
As for the Glassy Bottle from Divine Buddha Sect, he must have kept it for himself.
"Qiankun Bag," Nanli said to Siheng.
Now that the father of her child had returned, there was no need for her to do everything herself.
Siheng nodded slightly. He cast another spiritual whip to coil around Qingwu’s Qiankun Bag, throwing it into the air. He then perford another hand seal, breaking the Qiankun Bag’s seal.
Items fell from it, quickly piling up into a small mound.
But the Glassy Bottle wasn’t among them.
However, there were other Qiankun Bags inside.
Qingwu spoke at this mont, "Don’t waste your ti. I wouldn’t carry sothing as important as my life-saving tool with . Nanli, I’m just trying to find a way to survive!"
Siheng continued to coil the Qiankun Bags, breaking them one by one.
They contained mostly elixirs or important texts.
But there was nothing significant.
Nanli furrowed her brow slightly.
Siheng had already grabbed her hand. "Don’t worry. I’ll just probe his mories."
Qingwu wasn’t afraid. "It’s useless! Useless!"
The mory probe spell landed on him.
Siheng closed his eyes.
Qingwu’s mories flashed before his mind, including many monts of Qingwu plotting against Nanli. He saw her being stabbed by a sword, her suffering in the God-Slaying Formation, and how she later fought against various sects, barely surviving.
Siheng’s mind beca chaotic, and he frowned, gripping Nanli’s hand even tighter.
Nanli looked up at him, likely understanding what he had seen, and comforted him softly, "I’m fine."
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