Chapter 57: Why Do You Think He Is My⌠part 1
“Illusion? What illusion?” Song Yilou’s eyes darted around. “In the illusion, I was the Temple Master’s Madame? Did we get married?”
Yun Wuxiang exerted force with his fingers, pushing back the head that tried to lean in again. His fingertips swept past the small mole under the other’s eye.
Above his fingertips lay a pair of beautifully shaped, dog-like eyes. When docile, they were extremely cute; when fierce, that docility turned into perverse ruthlessness. Right now, those eyes were smilingâa smile that was pleasant yet fake.
“Unhappy?”
Song Yilouâs smile widened. “The Temple Master got married to an illusory shadow; how could I be happy?”
“Did the Temple Master consummate the marriage with the me in the illusion?” Song Yilouâs hand explored downward, only to be wrapped in red chains.
Neither of them glanced down; they stared at each other.
Song Yilou looked and looked, but still couldn’t find a trace of desire in Yun Wuxiang’s eyes. He twitched the corner of his mouth, both amused and displeased. “Then the me in the illusion was truly useless.”
The locked arm stopped moving downward and instead pressed close to Yun Wuxiangâs waist, only to be pulled down by the chains again. Song Yilou pursed his lips. “Sure enough, I still have to dig the Temple Master out of this body.”
Yun Wuxiang pulled at his cheek. “Go find whoever provoked you. Don’t take your anger out on me.”
“Eh? Was I venting anger?” As a ghost, no matter how much his face was pulled, it wouldn’t turn red. “I seem to be a little fiery. Those two dry tree forks are so annoying.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Capsized the boat?”
Song Yilou: “It doesn’t count as capsizing if I didn’t die completely. Sooner or later, I’ll burn those two branches to make soup for the Temple Master.”
“Don’t drag me into your business. How did you die this time?” Yun Wuxiang had tossed and turned from the Mortal Realm to the Demon Realm with the goal of killing Song Yilou. He knew better than anyone how hard Song Yilou was to kill.
That maze ruin was built with Extreme Yin Nether Stone, which had natural ghost-benefiting properties. Song Yilou was essentially returning to his happy home inside. That was why, after discovering the maze, Yun Wuxiang hadn’t entered; he even had Song Yilou paste the projection talismans inside.
Through those talismans, Yun Wuxiang had seen the various dangerous traps in the maze ruins. Even a Sky Demon would lose half a life encountering them.
This was also why Yun Wuxiang thought Song Yilou could succeed when he said he wanted to take revenge on a Sky Demon.
Having occupied the favorable climatic and geographical position, Song Yilou still died once. There must have been a hidden trump card among those demons. Song Yilou kicked the bucket this time most likely because he pushed that group of demons too far, forcing out an ultimate move he couldn’t handle.
Song Yilou described the appearance of the ultimate move: “That demon with tree branches on his head drew some messy ghost scribbles on the little brat’s head, chanted a string of gibberish, and bang, the brat got bigger. He went from Sky Demon to Demon Lord.”
“Temple Master, if we use that little thing, can we kill a Demon Lord?” Song Yilou asked, glancing sideways at the little Tower Spirit.
Yun Wuxiang asked the little Tower Spirit, “Can we kill a Demon Lord?”
The Tower Spirit, who had been thrown aside and was standing with arms crossed, sulking and waiting to be coaxed only to be ignored for ages, sneered, “No. A Mystic Immortal plus a wandering ghost without even a Moon Mark wanting to kill a Demon Lord? It’s more realistic for you two to lie down and dream directly.”
Song Yilou pointed at the little Tower Spirit. “Temple Master, this little thing is so useless. Why not throw it away? I can do it for you~”
The Tower Spirit glared. “Who are you calling useless! This One is a Dao Artifact Spirit!”
Yun Wuxiang had already shifted his gaze elsewhere. The several killing arrays in the tower each emitted a terrifying aura. If they could be controlled… pity they couldn’t be used.
After looking around, Yun Wuxiangâs gaze returned to the Tower Spirit, who was glaring at Song Yilou. Before he could speak, he suddenly sensed something and looked outside the tower.
All the demons who hadn’t entered an Inheritance Dao Artifact lit up with a layer of purple fluorescence. From a distance, these little purple figures floated into the air one by one, all being sucked into a building that looked like a prison fortress.
“That is Daoist Venerable Jiangzi’s Inheritance Dao Artifact. Those demons are out of luck; Jiangzi hated demons the most.” As the Tower Spirit spoke, it saw a purple light light up on Yun Wuxiang as well.
A spiraling spatial tunnel appeared behind Yun Wuxiang. Song Yilou immediately grabbed Yun Wuxiangâs hand, and the two were sucked into it together.
Tower Spirit: !!!
“Mosha Prison, put the person down for This One!”
ăNo. I find this little friend quite pleasing to the eye. Do not make a fuss; just find another new master.ă
“Dao Artifacts aren’t allowed to snatch inheritors from each other, you bandit!” The Tower Spirit shouted at the closing spatial tunnel.
ăThat is because you lack the strength to snatch.ă
The Tower Spirit was furious, stomping its feet in rage. “You! You bastard, bandit! If my formations weren’t sealed by Daoist Venerable Tianqing, how could I allow you to be so presumptuous in my territory!”
ăSay no more. I did not stop you from entering my domain.ă
Cut the crap. Come and snatch him if you can.
The spatial tunnel closed completely, leaving a furious Tower Spirit gritting its teeth: “Bastard! Just you wait!”
…
Inside the Mosha Prison, numerous demons fell from the sky like dumplings, dumped into a vast, empty hall.
Where is this?
Yan Ye supported himself against a pillar to stand up, observing the surroundings while taking healing items from his storage bag. His clothes were covered in dust, looking extremely wretched.
His expression was gloomy. He had been utterly unlucky since entering this Secret Realm. First, he met that insidious Hai Jie’er, then encountered Mu Miao and Mu Mianâthat brat with the mind of a child but the strength of a Sky Demon.
After entering the ruins, he encountered danger everywhere. Not only was he separated from his companions, but he also lost an arm.
He had managed to kill a strange-looking monster and found a box. Before he could open it to see what was inside, a crack opened in the ruin, and a purple light brought him here.
His situation was truly bad. A rough glance revealed that among the dozen or so demons around him, there were two guys he had conflicts with.
Yan Ye’s red hair hung loose, covering his face. The long horns on his head were also retracted, disguised as a ball of flame. From the outside, he looked like an ordinary Flame Demon in distress.
The demons in front began to back away, creating an empty space around a certain point. Yan Ye glanced into the clearing and immediately crouched down.
It was Mu Miao! And the Little Highness of the Wood Demons with his seal unlocked!
He couldn’t stay here.
Yan Ye kept his body low, hunched his back, and quietly moved away from the surrounding demons, hiding behind a stone statue. After carefully observing and ensuring no demons were looking, he turned to move further in. As soon as he turned his head, he met a pair of glowing blue vertical pupils.
“Hai Jie…”
Hai Jie’er lifted the thing in her hand to cover his mouth. “Shh, keep it down. If you want to be discovered, don’t drag me down with you.”
“Yan Ye, you haven’t offended fewer demons than I have. If you make a sound now, we’re both done for!” Hai Jie’er whispered fiercely.
Yan Ye nodded to indicate he understood, his eyes sweeping over the thing blocking his mouth with disgust.
Only after Hai Jie’er moved the thing away did he see clearly that it was a semi-transparent jellyfish. The jellyfish presented a flowing green color, the deepest parts so green they were black.
“You’re poisoned quite deeply.” Facing her old rival, Hai Jie’er habitually began to mock.
She forced a fake smile, eyes looking at his arm. “I have Ah-Duo to detoxify, so I’ll recover soon. Unlike your armâif you leave it like this until the Secret Realm ends, you’ll completely become a one-armed Flame Demon. By then, maybe you can go hang a sign at the Incubus Clan’s Thousand Mile Passion Valley. Some demons just love playing with types like you.”
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