After the first successful attempt at using blood for healing, Tang Muxi gradually became more proficient.
After each meal, she would find an excuse to slip away and hide in a secluded corner where no one could see her.
She would cut her finger slightly to let a few drops of blood fall.
Once the soup made of various strange medicinal herbs was ready, she would secretly mix her blood into it and serve it to Jiang Yin to drink.
After the initial caution, Jiang Yin became much more relaxed about taking the medicine.
Whenever Tang Muxi asked about her condition indirectly, Jiang Yin would patiently explain in detail.
Knowing the value of blood and feeling unworthy of such sacrifice, Jiang Yin detailed her recovery to prevent Tang Muxi from wasting too much on her.
Although curious about the origin and miraculous effects of the blood, seeing Tang Muxi’s concerned and anxious expression made Jiang Yin gradually stop worrying about it.
After all, Tang Muxi had deliberately kept it a secret, probably not wanting to reveal too much.
As a proud demon lord, Jiang Yin naturally disdained to pry into these secrets.
However, sometimes, even if she didn’t want to know, fate seemed determined to let her find out.
On the third day of rest and reorganization, Jiang Yin’s injuries had mostly healed.
Grateful to Tang Muxi, she thought of helping her out.
However, unable to lower her pride, she silently followed Tang Muxi, waiting for an opportunity to be useful.
But the response was undoubtedly poor, and she never found the right moment.
Tang Muxi noticed that the demon lord was acting strange today.
From the morning, her gaze had been fixed on her.
Initially, Tang Muxi thought it was her imagination, but when their eyes met each time she looked up, she realized it was intentional.
Tang Muxi: …What does this mean?
Could it be that she didn’t wash properly during her bath yesterday?
Tang Muxi checked herself several times, found nothing unusual, and decided to take another bath.
However, to her surprise, even though she stayed far away and hid behind a screen in the bathtub, that eerie gaze never left her.
This… isn’t this a bit too much?
Could it be that she had inadvertently offended the demon lord again?
Feeling goosebumps all over her body and her enjoyable bath turning into an ordeal, Tang Muxi hurriedly finished.
She intended to change into clean clothes, but in her rush to come out, she had forgotten to bring her storage bag.
It was incredibly awkward; she couldn’t leave the bathtub, but staying wasn’t an option either.
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly.
Just as she realized she didn’t bring her clothes, the sky darkened.
Thick clouds gathered, occasionally rumbling with thunder.
A cold wind blew, indicating an impending storm.
Knowing it wasn’t the time for vanity, Tang Muxi reached for the dress hanging on the screen, but before she could touch it, a gust of wind knocked it down.
The screen crashed to the ground, and her clothes, which were somewhat tidy, were now dirty and unrecognizable.
Tang Muxi: …I should have checked the almanac today; maybe I shouldn’t have come out.
Jiang Yin, who had been watching from a distance, waiting for a chance to help, saw this and seized the opportunity.
Pretending to pass by casually, she approached and coughed twice to avoid startling Tang Muxi, saying, “What a coincidence, junior sister, to meet you here.”
What a coincidence, my foot!
Tang Muxi was speechless again, too lazy to expose her, and asked, “Senior sister, could you help me get some clothes? There are some in the storage bag and also on the resting stone.”
Jiang Yin nodded solemnly, “Leave it to me,” then quickly turned and left.
Back at the cave where they were staying, she initially intended to fetch the storage bag, but thinking that Tang Muxi would have to get the clothes out herself, she decided to just grab a set from the stone.
Just as she picked up the clothes, a dagger and a delicate bottle fell out.
Jiang Yin, quick to react, caught them before they hit the ground.
Holding the bottle, she realized it looked very familiar.
On closer inspection, it was the small bottle Tang Muxi had been using to store blood.
However, it was now empty except for a lingering sweet, bloody scent.
The dagger had traces of dried blood on its blade, likely used for drawing blood.
Curiously sniffing it, Jiang Yin realized it was the same blood Tang Muxi had been feeding her.
Her mind raced with thoughts.
Such a delicate dagger, who could it harm?
There were hardly any beasts or even chickens for miles around, only a few grass carp in the small lake.
Then… whose blood did she need such a small dagger for?
It was as if she was afraid a larger blade might accidentally cause injury.
Jiang Yin unconsciously gripped the dagger, frowning in deep thought.
The little snow fox, curled up nearby, saw her holding the dagger and staring blankly for a long time.
Driven by curiosity, it asked, “What are you doing with her dagger?”
Startled, Jiang Yin instinctively hid the dagger behind her back and retorted, “How do you know it’s hers?”
The little snow fox rolled its eyes as if looking at an idiot, its delicate nose proudly raised, “She always carries a dagger and a bottle when she goes out. She might forget her storage bag, but never these two items. I naturally know they’re hers.”
Unaware of revealing a shocking secret, the little snow fox continued, “Be careful with them; she treasures these items a lot. She keeps them well-hidden, and she’ll be angry if they’re damaged.”
Jiang Yin’s doubts deepened.
Holding the dagger, she paused for a moment, then realizing she had delayed too long, she put down the dagger and bottle and turned to leave.
“Big demon head is so slow… Could it be that she deliberately left me in the wilderness to laugh at me?”
Tang Muxi had been waiting for a long time and still hadn’t seen Jiang Yin, which made her somewhat complain.
She considered picking up the clothes from the ground, using a dust removal spell, and just putting them on to get by.
The sky was overcast, and it seemed like a few drops of rain had already fallen.
It wouldn’t be long before a heavy rain started, which would really be troublesome.
As she was weighing the pros and cons, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind her.
Thinking it was Jiang Yin, she turned around with a smile, “Senior sister, you finally…”
came?
The rest of her words were cut off as she saw who was in front of her.
Duan Yurong sneered, slowly drawing a long sword from her waist, “Senior sister? It seems that Sister Tang has been enjoying her time with that waste recently, calling each other with increasing intimacy.”
She brandished her sword, and the seven or eight disciples behind her also drew their weapons, all with sinister expressions, clearly up to no good.
Tang Muxi’s pupils shrank, and without caring about her dignity, she tried to telekinetically grab the clothes from the ground.
However, she was destined to be disappointed.
Just as the clothes lifted off the ground, a long sword swung towards her, chopping them to pieces.
Duan Yurong, interested, used the tip of her sword to pick up a piece of the shredded fabric, shaking her head and sighing, “Sister Tang is so indecent, in the wilderness, in front of several disciples, not even wearing clothes. It’s hard to imagine what she’s like on ordinary days with that waste and our beloved master… so unrestrained.”
Tang Muxi clenched her fists, not responding to the humiliation, and asked, “Duan Yurong, I have never wronged you, why do you repay kindness with resentment?”
Duan Yurong seemed to find her words amusing, her smile growing wider, her emotions violently churning, and the demonic energy around her swirling tumultuously.
A thunderclap fell, casting a cold light on her fierce face, adding a sinister look to her already ferocious appearance.
She seemed to have used a pill to enhance her cultivation.
Before entering the demonic path, she was only at the initial stage of Qi training, but in just ten or twenty days, she had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.
However, the side effect was that she could hardly control her own power, and there was a tendency for her mind to be corroded by the demonic energy.
“Repay kindness with resentment? Sister Tang really can say anything!”
Her tone suddenly sharpened, and she swung a sword filled with demonic energy towards Tang Muxi, its force fierce and clearly not well-intentioned.
Tang Muxi did not dare to be negligent, her hands moving swiftly, forming seals.
Before the sword energy reached her, her fingertips emitted a blue light, shattering it.
Although they seemed evenly matched, only she knew the strain it took.
Tang Muxi’s expression darkened slightly, realizing she was in for a tough time today.
Fortunately, Duan Yurong was not in a hurry to attack.
After her initial strike was blocked, she seemed unconcerned, her red eyes mockingly watching Tang Muxi, “I begged Sister Tang desperately, wanting to leave Wang Qu, but Sister Tang just stood by and let me be humiliated. Now you say I repay kindness with resentment, it really chills my heart.”
“But… it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Duan Yurong raised her hand, and surging demonic energy quickly filled her palm, wrapping around it like black withered branches, “That night, after dual cultivation with Wang Qu, I not only obtained the secret realm token but also this demonic energy…”
“Demonic energy… it’s really good. Even with a low-grade four-spirit root, I was able to reach Foundation Establishment so quickly. If I had known, I would have agreed to him earlier.”
No wonder Duan Yurong had entered the demonic path; it turned out she had dual cultivated with Wang Qu.
That day, she had clearly asked the master to let Duan Yurong return to Gathering Spirit Peak, but who knew she would get involved with the demonic Wang Qu, disregarding human life.
Tang Muxi sighed deeply, not wanting to waste words with this person anymore.
Her gaze passed over her to the Tianji Gate disciples behind her, not understanding why these people were willing to be driven by Duan Yurong.
She was very sensitive to demonic and spiritual energy and could feel that these people had not entered the demonic path.
Duan Yurong followed her gaze and knew her doubts.
Her lips curled up, “Do you think that if they haven’t entered the demonic path, they aren’t ‘demons’? Ridiculous… There are plenty of people in this world who are willing to serve the Demon Emperor!”
As if to prove her words, she suddenly shouted loudly, “Who do you bow to?”
The disciples behind her knelt down in unison, responding, “Willing to die for the Demon Emperor!”
Their voices were so loud that they shook the heavens and earth.
The birds around were startled, flapping their wings to flee, and no one doubted these people’s words.
Duan Yurong laughed loudly, then her expression turned sinister, “Since that’s the case, let’s offer our ‘Sister Tang’ as a gift to the Demon Emperor!”
As her words fell, a dozen attacks came at her from all directions.
Demonic and spiritual energies intertwined, absurdly so.
When exactly had so many demonic spies infiltrated Tianji Gate?
Tang Muxi had no way of knowing.
She deeply regretted not bringing her storage bag today, being at the mercy of others in the bathtub, but she was also grateful that the jade talisman her master had given her was always worn around her neck.
Just as Tang Muxi was about to crush the life-saving talisman, she was stunned to find that someone behind the enemies was crushing a jade talisman even faster.
The dazzling sword light approached rapidly, but she was not afraid, her surprise mingling with joy, “Senior sister!”
