Chapter 40: The Destined-to-be-Abandoned Good-for-Nothing (20)p1
“The answer lies deeper.”
Over the past few decades, Su Mingxiu had been continuously expanding her sea of consciousness, trying to figure out how the system was bound to her. But unfortunately, her cultivation could only progress to the Great Ascension stage—
If she had enough time, perhaps if she could undergo another tribulation and use the opportunity to temper her body with celestial lightning, she might be able to completely understand where the system resided within her.
Now, she led Gui Mian deeper into her sea of consciousness. But those areas were even harder to see through than Gui Mian’s chaotic true form.
Gui Mian looked intently, as if trying to memorize the appearance of Su Mingxiu’s sea of consciousness. Su Mingxiu whispered in her ear, “You have eighty days to find the answers you seek here.”
Gui Mian suddenly turned her head. “Why eighty days?”
Su Mingxiu thought of the countdown timer she could always see. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but due to the system’s restrictions, she couldn’t reveal anything more. Her hesitant expression was also reflected in Gui Mian’s eyes.
“Okay.”
Gui Mian whispered, “This is the last time I’ll trust you, Master.”
She addressed Su Mingxiu as “Master” again. For a moment, Su Mingxiu felt as if her naive little disciple had returned. Her eyes crinkled with a smile as she leaned closer to Gui Mian’s ear and whispered: “Don’t call me Master.”
Her voice was as light as a feather. “It excites me.”
“Uh…” Gui Mian froze on the spot.
Her obedient and motionless appearance made Su Mingxiu want to tease her even more. The urge she had suppressed with great difficulty surged up again. To prevent the little girl from crying again, she could only send Gui Mian’s consciousness out of her sea of consciousness, setting her free.
The grey mist withdrew from Su Mingxiu’s body with lightning speed. As it returned to Gui Mian’s body, her ears turned red in the darkness.
“Eh?”
A soft echo sounded in the cave.
The pitch-black cave didn’t hinder their vision. Su Mingxiu clearly saw Gui Mian’s flushed ears. After making a sound and seeing Gui Mian’s discomfort, she knew she couldn’t tease her too much and casually changed the subject: “I thought you would absorb all my spiritual energy.”
After all, in the past, whenever Gui Mian released her true form, she would uncontrollably devour everything around her.
She didn’t expect her to have such self-control now.
Gui Mian turned her head, thinking, Who wants your spiritual energy? Her lips moved, but she didn’t speak. After a moment of silence, she brought up another topic: “That woman in the lotus… the one who looks like me, who is she?”
Su Mingxiu pondered for a while.
“Hmm… your past life?”
“Ah!” Gui Mian glared at her. “I don’t have a past life!”
The woman in the ink-stained robe tried another explanation, but before she could speak, she was interrupted again: “Even if I did… wouldn’t that mean you love my past life, not me?”
“Not entirely.”
“Oh? Does Master perhaps love everyone equally?”
“Uh…” Here we go again.
The deathly question-and-answer session had begun.
Su Mingxiu guessed that this was because she didn’t have the memories of the previous world. Now, no matter if she answered that she loved the person in front of her more, or the one in the past, or both, it would sound like a scumbag’s excuse. The best solution was—
To silence the questioner.
So she grabbed Gui Mian’s red collar and pulled her closer, their lips meeting once again.
“Keep asking,” she said with a playful smile in her voice. “Let’s see how many more questions you can come up with.”
“Uh…!” Gui Mian instinctively tried to push her away. Unfortunately, putting on a shattered armor again was easier said than done. Her hand, pushing against Su Mingxiu’s clothes, wavered between resistance and surrender. In the end, even the talisman patterns on Su Mingxiu’s robe seemed to feel sorry for her conflicted emotions and moved aside on their own, leaving only a wrinkled patch of fabric for Gui Mian to grasp.
Naturally, she couldn’t ask any more questions.
As dawn broke.
Demon Realm’s war tent.
A person with a pure and innocent face stood beside the throne, their vibrant red clothes the most beautiful sight in the tent. But the throne, which should have been theirs, was occupied by a person with a cold expression and an ethereal aura.
They were surrounded by demons and monsters, black demonic energy filling the air. In this intimidating atmosphere, the touch of white stood out even more.
All eyes were on them.
But Gui Mian seemed oblivious. She asked, “How are things in the Southern and Northern Realms?”
Silence met her question.
She turned her gaze towards the demon generals, her brow slightly raised, as if wondering what battle they had gone through to become mute overnight.
Fox Nine coughed softly and reminded her: “The affairs of the Demon Realm are perhaps not for cultivators to know.”
He was practically asking Gui Mian why she had brought such a big spy here.
After he finished speaking, many demon generals who had been holding back voiced their agreement, some even speaking rudely: “Young Lord, not just any stray cat or dog can be brought into the war council tent.”
Gui Mian’s expression shifted slightly.
No one saw how she did it, but when she raised her left hand, it was already holding a black thread. The thread quickly condensed into a light-absorbing black blade in her hand.
The other end of the black blade was connected to the speaker by a thin thread.
Everyone present was stunned upon seeing the black thread. Fox Nine was the first to speak: “Young Lord!”
His tone was urgent, but he was too slow. With a flick of Gui Mian’s wrist, the blade sliced towards the speaker’s neck—
Splat.
Blood splattered onto the nearest demon general’s face.
For a moment, the tent was so silent that even the sound of breathing couldn’t be heard.
Gui Mian released her hand, and the black blade disappeared. But the disgust on her face was evident, like a delicate white lotus whose petals had been stained with mud. She lightly shook her hand.
“So dirty.”
Such thick, seemingly ineradicable desire, truly disgusting.
As soon as she finished speaking, a handkerchief with a faint fragrance covered her hand. Gui Mian was stunned and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Su Mingxiu caught her wrist and whispered: “Don’t move.”
Actually, Gui Mian’s words were just an expression of her emotions. She had spent so long in the Demon Realm, what kind of blood hadn’t she touched? But only Su Mingxiu took her words seriously and used such a clean handkerchief to wipe her hand.
…Why did she deserve this?
Su Mingxiu raised her eyelids slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Her tone still carried a hint of guidance: “It’s almost lunchtime. We need to clean our hands properly.”
So all the demons in the war council tent watched as the Great Ascension cultivator demonstrated how to thoroughly clean one’s hands.
They didn’t dare to speak, nor did they dare to ask anymore.
After all, the one who had protested was still lying there dead.
The strange atmosphere persisted until Su Mingxiu put away the handkerchief. Gui Mian quickly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back. Looking around, she felt everyone was an eyesore. So she tugged at her master’s sleeve and said: “Since demon beasts aren’t suitable to be in the war council tent—”
“I’ll take my leave. You can discuss your matters.”
Su Mingxiu readily stood up and followed her out.
The other demon generals: ??
What did she mean by demon beasts not being suitable? Did the young Lord consider herself a cat or a dog?
Fox Nine sighed and spoke again, this time choosing his words carefully. He advised Gui Mian to leave Su Mingxiu outside and even offered to send someone to take good care of the cultivator.
Gui Mian, remembering what Su Mingxiu had said to her in her sea of consciousness, felt a lack of interest in the affairs of the Demon Realm. She casually made an excuse: “She can’t leave me.”
To her surprise, the person beside her added:
“It’s true.”
“I want to see you every moment.”
Fox Nine: “…”
He watched them leave with a dark expression, silently calling out to the Demon Lord in his heart. If the Demon Lord didn’t come soon, their army might just disband on the spot.
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