“If there’s nothing else, leave quickly.”
Jiang Yin said this lazily while yawning, then turned and left without even glancing at Tang Muxi, as if she didn’t care about her at all.
What did this mean?
Was the Demon Lord trying to drive her away…?
Tang Muxi’s heart suddenly clenched, a sharp pain like being pricked by tiny needles—not fatal, but more painful than death.
She swallowed hard and hurried to catch up, forcing a smile: “Senior Sister, you must be joking. If you don’t leave, how can I leave on my own?”
Remembering how Jiang Yin had avoided talking about her injuries earlier, Tang Muxi continued, “Senior Sister, you’re hurt. I have a way to help you recover quickly.”
These words were ordinary, but they took on a different meaning in Jiang Yin’s ears.
Originally, she didn’t know where the miraculous blood came from and felt only gratitude.
But ever since she accidentally discovered that the blood flowed from Tang Muxi’s body, that gratitude turned into resistance and anger.
How could this person be so careless with herself?
Was she stupid?
Helping her recover quickly meant secretly bleeding herself to feed her again?
She, a dignified Demon Lord, a prodigy of her generation, needed no weak woman to bleed for her healing!
Anger surged again, and Jiang Yin found herself frequently losing control of her emotions lately, all because of Tang Muxi.
Irritation, violence, always wanting to destroy something to vent.
Yet she couldn’t bear to hurt the one who made her angry.
What was happening to her?
The Imprisoning Demon Sword sensed its master’s anger and excitedly emerged from the storage ring, exuding a murderous aura.
The storage ring was too cramped; it much preferred Jiang Yin’s sea of consciousness—vast and boundless, allowing it to roam freely.
However, before it could enjoy itself, Jiang Yin impatiently threw it back into the storage ring.
Imprisoning Demon Sword: …
Jiang Yin struggled to calm herself, then coldly opened her eyes and pointed outside: “Get out.”
Tang Muxi was stunned, her forced smile finally collapsing, her eyes trembling: “Senior Sister…”
Jiang Yin remained silent, still pointing outside, her meaning clear.
Tang Muxi’s nose tingled, and she sniffled, feeling choked and a bit aggrieved.
She reached out to grab Jiang Yin’s sleeve, but before she could touch it, Jiang Yin dodged: “I don’t want to say it a second time.”
Tang Muxi still didn’t move, and in the end, Jiang Yin used a formation to forcibly send her out.
It was already late at night, the moonlight bright, and the river water cool.
Tang Muxi didn’t have time to cast a water-repelling spell before the rushing river soaked her completely.
The wind blew, and a chill seeped into her skin.
As soon as she appeared, Bai Ling, who had been searching for her, immediately sensed her presence and rushed to her side, pulling her out of the water.
“Are you alright? Why did you suddenly disappear?”
Bai Ling was very worried and a bit guilty, thinking she should have followed her down.
Tang Muxi shook her head, her wet hair flinging droplets into the air: “I saw Senior Sister.”
“Jiang Yin?”
Bai Ling was overjoyed.
“How is she? Is she alright? Why didn’t she come out with you?”
At this, Tang Muxi lowered her head in disappointment, her eyelashes trembling slightly, a drop of water falling: “She drove me out.”
Bai Ling froze, not understanding what had happened.
But seeing Tang Muxi’s sad face and red eyes, about to cry, she didn’t dare to ask further and changed the subject: “It’s late. Should we go back?”
Tang Muxi sniffled, used a spell to dry herself, then moved a stone to sit by the river: “You go back. I want to stay here.”
She didn’t understand what she had done to anger the Demon Lord, but the joy of seeing her only to be mercilessly driven away was too painful.
The Great Demon is so annoying.
Why doesn’t she tell her anything?
Changes in plans, injuries on her body—every time she tries to express concern, she just pushes people away.
If they don’t talk, how can they understand each other?
Bending down, she picked up a stone by her feet and hurled it into the rushing river.
With a splash, it created a fist-sized ripple.
From a distance, Bai Ling watched Tang Muxi, who was full of worries, and sighed deeply.
Turning around, she found some edible fruits in the forest and placed them between them, nudging them towards her with her head.
“Eat something.”
“Thank you.”
Tang Muxi realized she hadn’t cooked today and felt a bit guilty.
She took out some preserved meat snacks from her storage ring.
“Let’s make do for tonight. I’ll cook something good for you tomorrow, okay?”
Bai Ling naturally had no objections.
Having meat to eat was already beyond its expectations.
For the next two days, Tang Muxi stayed by the river.
From initial sadness to later sulking, her emotions were a complex mix, cycling like the sun and moon.
However, no matter how troubled she was, the Great Demon was determined not to come out.
No matter how many stones she threw, the river continued to flow without any other response.
Things only took a turn on the evening of the third day.
It rained that day.
Tang Muxi and Bai Ling worked together to build a small, very simple shelter.
It had a thatched roof and wooden planks, with no walls, just four wooden pillars.
Fortunately, they knew some spells and set up a few rain-repelling formations, so the inside of the shelter stayed dry.
After an early dinner, the sky was overcast with thunder rumbling.
Tang Muxi didn’t stay by the river as usual and went to bed early.
However, she had just fallen asleep when something cold and hard pushed against her face.
Tang Muxi initially thought it was Bai Ling and didn’t want to respond.
But the object became more insistent, pressing her face down.
Her good dream interrupted, she opened her eyes in annoyance, ready to get angry, only to see a pitch-black knife standing in front of her.
Tang Muxi: …
Even though she knew the Imprisoning Demon Sword meant no harm, waking up to a sharp blade in her face was still unsettling.
“Why are you here?”
Tang Muxi was puzzled.
Could it be that the Great Demon had finally calmed down?
Hmph, no way.
Did the Great Demon think she could summon her at will?
Tang Muxi snorted inwardly, not planning to give her any face.
“I won’t see her unless she promises never to drive me away again.”
With that, she closed her eyes again and turned her back to the Imprisoning Demon Sword.
Unexpectedly, the knife didn’t leave and continued to push her persistently.
Tang Muxi sighed, “What do you want?”
The Imprisoning Demon Sword, hearing this, moved behind her and pushed her, seemingly wanting her to go to the river, and it seemed very urgent, as if something major had happened.
Heaven knows how Tang Muxi could read “anxiety” from a knife, but seeing it so insistent, she already had a bad feeling.
“You want me to go down?”
The Imprisoning Demon Sword nodded.
“Something happened to Senior Sister?”
The Imprisoning Demon Sword was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
Tang Muxi’s face changed instantly.
She got up and left, not forgetting to scoop up the sleeping Bai Ling.
Bai Ling was in a deep sleep, still groggy when picked up.
“Is it morning already?”
Tang Muxi didn’t say a word and hurriedly followed the Imprisoning Demon Sword into the water.
The icy river water enveloped her body, instantly waking up the still drowsy Bai Ling.
It quickly cast a water-repelling spell.
Only when all the water was blocked outside did it look at Tang Muxi with lingering fear.
“What happened?”
Ice crystals formed in the water.
“Senior Sister is in trouble. The Imprisoning Demon Sword came for help.”
Trouble!
Bai Ling was startled and wanted to ask more, but seeing Tang Muxi’s anxious face, it kept silent.
This time, with the Imprisoning Demon Sword leading the way, Tang Muxi finally understood why she was sucked away last time.
It was because the entrance to the Jiang Yin Cave was not far from where she had been standing.
It was hidden by a formation, making it hard to detect.
The cave had a barrier that kept the river water out.
Once Tang Muxi followed inside, her water-repelling spell automatically broke.
She couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but the cave felt much colder than last time, as if haunted by spirits.
But soon, this suspicion was confirmed.
When Tang Muxi entered the inner part, Jiang Yin was meditating with eyes closed, a Soul Jade Essence floating above her head, glowing brightly.
Eerie ghostly energy continuously gathered around, even drawing in strands of soul power, which the Soul Jade Essence absorbed to repair Jiang Yin’s soul.
No wonder she didn’t want to leave; the cave contained fragmented souls that could be used for healing.
The Demon Emperor’s fury and the emergence of the Heavenly Demon Halberd had indeed affected Jiang Yin significantly.
Her physical wounds had long healed, but the damage to her soul persisted.
Tang Muxi saw strands of sinister energy entwined around Jiang Yin’s soul, like fine threads tightly binding it, threatening to tear it apart.
Undoubtedly, it was the influence of the Heavenly Demon Halberd.
Tang Muxi felt a pang in her heart.
She couldn’t understand why this person was enduring so much, refusing to tell her about the injuries and bearing it all alone.
“What should we do?”
Bai Ling was startled by Jiang Yin’s condition, anxiously pacing in circles.
It had thought Jiang Yin was truly fine, but it turned out she was just pretending to be relaxed.
Jiang Yin wanted to rely on the residual souls in the cave to nourish the Soul Jade Marrow, and then use the power of the Soul Jade Marrow to repair her divine soul.
However, she didn’t expect the Heavenly Demon Halberd to be so domineering.
Even after injuring her divine soul, its power remained undiminished.
Now, the residual souls were about to be exhausted, and the Soul Jade Marrow was becoming increasingly weak.
If this continued, it would eventually perish completely.
Once the Soul Jade Marrow was destroyed, Jiang Yin’s soul would no longer be able to resist the “threads” binding it.
Tang Muxi immediately took out all the remaining Soul Jade, feeding it back to the Soul Jade Marrow.
Then she took out a dagger, cut her wrist, and divided the blood into two portions: one poured into the Jade Marrow, and the other fed into Jiang Yin’s mouth.
Her blood contained a special power.
As it continuously dripped into the Jade Marrow, the Jade Marrow’s light grew brighter.
However, it wasn’t very effective in repairing the divine soul.
Even though she fed a lot to Jiang Yin, the “threads” only loosened slightly and did not break.
Even so, it was enough to astonish Bai Ling and the Imprisoning Demon Sword.
“Muxi, your blood…”
Bai Ling stared blankly at the scene before her, unable to believe it for a moment.
The Imprisoning Demon Sword seemed eager, as if it wanted to share a bit.
But as soon as it approached, it was bound in place by the power of the contract.
“Get lost!”
Jiang Yin angrily opened her eyes and swept the Imprisoning Demon Sword away with a wave of her hand.
