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"A demon cultivator... Hahahaha... I've never encountered a demon cultivator since I started cultivating. The Divine Heaven Realm values you so much, there must be some secret. Tell me quickly," Yao Ji said excitedly.

"Hahahaha... So those idiots in the Divine Realm still remember me, hahaha...! Want to know what the secret is? Come here, come here and I'll tell you." Feng Shui laughed wildly, his eyes suddenly turning a bright green.

With a wave of his hand, he used the "Wave of Wind from Under the Sleeve" technique, summoning a black short blade. Holding Gui Eting's already dead body, he attacked Yao Ji.

"Hahahaha...! You dare to show off such a petty trick in front of me? Do you think you can hurt me with your measly broken sword?" Yao Ji said disdainfully, looking at Feng Shui who was about to attack her.

Yao Ji casually waved her long sleeves, unleashing a powerful surge of celestial energy towards Feng Shui's attack. Yao Ji believed her energy would be enough to annihilate Feng Shui in its infancy, but she suddenly realized her mistake. The black dagger in Feng Shui's hand suddenly glowed with a faint bluish-black hue, actually piercing through Yao Ji's celestial energy and heading straight for her chest. Yao Ji could hardly believe it. Having reached the "Monet Supreme Immortal" level, almost ascending to godhood, how could she possibly be unable to withstand an attack from a cultivator only at the "Ascension" stage?

However, she had no time to think anymore. Feng Shui's black dagger pierced her body completely. Then, Feng Shui, along with the black dagger, passed through Yao Ji's body and came to a steady stop behind Yao Ji. Although all of this was described in words, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Yao Ji stared blankly at her chest, unable to see even a trace of a wound, yet she could feel the immortal energy within her slowly dissipating from her body.

"A broken sword will take your life! Although I am no match for you in cultivation, never underestimate your enemy. One mistake could mean you never have the chance to make amends." Feng Shui turned around, stood behind Yao Ji, and said coldly.

"How could this be? This is impossible...!" Yao Ji stared blankly at her chest, muttering to herself.

"This short blade is my strongest and last demonic weapon. This broken sword in your eyes can not only break through your immortal energy, but it can also break through the divine energy of a god." Feng Shui waved the black short blade in his hand and said coldly.

"How is this possible? There is only one artifact in the cultivation world that can break through any kind of energy, and that is the Demonic Treasure of the Demon Luo Domain—the Illusion Blade! Could it be...!" Yao Ji turned around with difficulty and looked at the black short blade in Feng Shui's hand, and said with great effort.

"That's right! It's this one! Your immortal body has already been pierced by the Illusion Blade. If you want to live, quickly hand over the quasi-divine artifact that Feng Yileng forged, and then return to your Thousand Immortal Realm to seek help from your leader, the Xuanzong Immortal Emperor. If you're any later, all your millions of years of cultivation will be in vain!" Feng Shui said coldly.

"Feng Shui... I will remember you. I will definitely come back to avenge this. Here you go!" Yao Ji glared fiercely at Feng Shui, then produced a pure white pearl of light from her hand and threw it at him. Then, another dazzling light flashed, and Yao Ji disappeared from the spot.

Feng Shui gently accepted the ball of light, and without even glancing at it, directly stored it in his storage box using the "Wave of Wind from Under the Sleeve" technique. His spiritual sense stirred again, and Feng Shui activated the "Wuji Pestle" worn on his left ear. From the "Wuji Pestle" materialized a white teleportation array, even more dazzling than the light released when Fairy Yao Ji arrived, appearing before Feng Shui.

Feng Shui looked down at Gui Eting, who had been dead for some time, in his arms, gave a helpless bitter smile, and stepped into the white teleportation array. A flash of white light followed, and Feng Shui and Gui Eting vanished simultaneously.

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The underworld—by the Sanzu River.

2004-12-08 23:20:00

Zi Yang had been wandering in the underworld for some time, and he suddenly realized that he had fallen in love with this place because it made him feel safe and at ease. Since arriving here, he had stopped dreaming about the nightmare that had haunted him for so long.

Barefoot, she immersed herself in the Sanzu River. The water was sometimes icy cold, sometimes warm, and its color changed accordingly, sometimes becoming crystal clear, sometimes stained blood red. Zi Yang preferred the latter color, so the Sanzu River spent more and more time red, and less and less time remaining clear.

Tens of thousands of "su" (a type of spirit) who fell into the Sanzu River because they couldn't forget the emotions of their past lives. These "su" became increasingly heavy, so heavy that they could no longer swim to the other side. Therefore, they waited on the banks of the Sanzu River for lone "su," hoping to pull them into the river and give themselves a chance to return to the shore.

However, they chose the wrong targets! Whenever a "pure" swam to Zi Yang's feet, it would be torn to shreds by her ability to control liquids. And every time a "pure" was destroyed by Zi Yang, the water in the Sanzu River would turn a deep, blood-red color—Zi Yang's favorite color. Whenever she saw this color, Zi Yang would become as excited as a child receiving candy. Her delicate, fair feet, as white as a woman's, were simply unimaginable on a man's body. And after killing a "pure," the owner of these feet would excitedly slap the river water with his feet to lure more "pures" to come…

There is no concept of time in the Yellow Springs, but Zi Yang discovered something very interesting at this time, because he saw a "Su" who was bargaining with Meng Po.

"Can I just drink the soup and not add that 'forget' seasoning?" the vegetarian pleaded with Meng Po.

"How can this be allowed? This breaks the rules!" Meng Po said disdainfully.

"Please, have mercy! I am a cultivator with over three thousand years of experience. Can't I come here in my living form? Please help me!" the cultivator pleaded.

"Don't even mention your three thousand years of cultivation. Even if you're an immortal with tens of millions of years of cultivation, you'd still have to drink my 'Meng Po soup' when you die," Meng Po said smugly.

"Is there really no way to make an exception?" Su asked, feeling wronged.

"No, even if the Lord of the Underworld came, it wouldn't work," Meng Po said sternly and businesslike.

Meng Po placed a bowl of soup in the vegetarian's hands, then said with a sigh, "Drink it. The karma from your past life has no meaning for you now. Why dwell on it anymore..."

Su looked at the bowl of soup in her hand, which exuded an aura that could bewitch the mind, and her eyes became vacant. She slowly brought it to her lips, just as she was about to drink it.

Suddenly, the bowl of soup shattered, spilling all over Meng Po and some of it onto the vegetarian woman as well. The vegetarian woman's eyes regained their purity, yet remained filled with confusion.

Meng Po was shocked to find that the bowl she had used for countless years had broken, and she could hardly believe the fact before her eyes.

"Why are you forcing someone who doesn't want to drink?" Zi Yang appeared behind Meng Po and said softly.

"You...you...who are you?!" Meng Po asked in a terrified voice.

"I am someone who will deny you even the chance to reincarnate," Zi Yang said with a smile, looking at Meng Po.

Zi Yang's eyes were truly beautiful, yet so unrealistically beautiful, and eerily so. It was impossible to discern her thoughts within them, for deep within those eyes lay a gigantic black vortex, as if capable of sucking one's consciousness completely in. Meng Po dared not look into Zi Yang's eyes any longer, and with a terrified cry, she ran away.

"Are all older people so afraid of death?" Zi Yang shook her head helplessly as she watched Meng Po's retreating figure. Then she asked the woman in front of her who was bargaining with Meng Po, "What's your name? Why don't you want to forget your past?"

"I...I...I think my name is Gui Eting. I've forgotten how I died, but a man keeps appearing in my mind. I can't forget his face, but I can't remember his name." This Su Yuan was Gui Eting, who had already come to the Netherworld and was preparing to go to the Yellow Springs.

"It seems that the Meng Po soup splashed on you earlier, so you forgot some things, but you also vaguely remember some things." Zi Yang thought of the scene when she used her ability to break the bowl of soup earlier.

"Is that so?" Gui Eting asked murmured.

“You are the second person I’ve encountered in this underworld with a complete human form. Would you like to go to the other side? I can show you around here.” Zi Yang, who had suddenly become interested, took Gui Eting’s hand and said.

"The second one? Hmm...? Okay...!" Gui Eting said incoherently, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Zi Yang took Gui Eting's hand and led her towards the real underworld on the other side of the river, flying gently like a cloud...

2004-12-08 23:22:00

Part Two: Cultivation Array

Chapter Twelve: The Demon Butterfly

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It is once again the "Other Shore of the Underworld" where ethereal celestial music swirls everywhere, and the lofty and unreachable Palace of the Underworld stands at the highest point of the Netherworld, yet hidden within this celestial music lies an incomparably dark Underworld.

The spacious hall was always dimly lit, and Huang Quan lay lifelessly in the darkness, it was impossible to tell whether she was dead or asleep.

The familiar white teleportation array reappeared in the hall. When Feng Shui called her name, Huang Quan, wrapped in thick clothes, visibly trembled.

Slowly sitting up and slightly opening his eyes, Huang Quan discovered that the feng shui that appeared from the teleportation array was holding another woman in his arms. Fortunately, this woman was already dead.

“Huang Quan…” Feng Shui looked at Huang Quan in front of him and didn’t know what to say.

"You remembered it all in the end," Huang Quan said softly.

"Yes..." the feng shui master said helplessly.

"So what do you want now? You brought this woman here with you, do you want me to resurrect her?" Huang Quan suddenly found himself somewhat amused.

"Hmm..." Feng Shui didn't dare to look into Huang Quan's eyes, turned his head to the side, and murmured a "hmm".

"Why? Why is it that the woman in your arms is never me?" Huang Quan asked, somewhat agitated.

"Because you are now in the Yellow Springs, no longer the demonic butterfly of your past life." Feng Shui was also somewhat excited, but his voice was very soft.

"Just because I am Huang Quan? Is it really just because I am Huang Quan?" Huang Quan's voice trembled as he spoke with even greater agitation.

Feng Shui remained silent, his head bowed, looking away, avoiding Huang Quan's gaze. He appeared more like a heartless man. Huang Quan leaped up and floated in front of Feng Shui, glancing at the lifeless Gui Eting in Feng Shui's arms before fixing his gaze on Feng Shui. Feng Shui, however, dared not look Huang Quan in the eye, carefully turning his head away again.

"Hahaha... You've regained all your memories, and you've returned to your old self, never letting anyone know what you're really thinking," Huang Quan said with a helpless laugh.

However, what Huang Quan's eyes held more of was helpless and sorrowful tears. Suddenly, Huang Quan's spiritual sense sensed a fluctuation, and a smile of anticipation for a good show appeared on his face. He flew back to the large table where he had been lying, but this time he sat up straight.

Suddenly, a beautiful and ethereal zither melody, seemingly capable of captivating the soul, filled the entire hall. A figure as ethereal as a butterfly gradually revealed its true form; the newcomer was none other than Jiang Yao.

"Feng Shui..." Jiang Yao was surprised to find that Feng Shui was also in the main hall of the Yellow Springs and called out his name in delight.

“Ah Yao…” Feng Shui looked up at Jiang Yao, his expression even more helpless as he smiled bitterly.

"Feng Shui, you know how hard I've worked to find you..." Jiang Yao could no longer control her emotions and cried with joy.

"Ah Yao..." Feng Shui smiled bitterly again, still only calling out Jiang Yao's name.

At this moment, Jiang Yao suddenly noticed Gui Eting, who was already dead in Feng Shui's arms. She looked at Feng Shui in shock and asked in disbelief, "Feng Shui, who is this woman?"

“She’s just like you guys,” Feng Shui said with a helpless, bitter smile.

2004-12-08 23:24:00

"Could it be..." Jiang Yao was even more shocked, and looked at Gui Eting in Feng Shui's arms again.

"Hahahaha... It's fate, it's fate! The complete Demon Butterfly will only appear when the perfect feng shui is present!" Huang Quan laughed hysterically from the side.

"Everything was predetermined in the dark..." Feng Shui said with a helpless bitter smile.

"Hahahaha... The Yellow Springs of joy and anger, I of thought, sorrow, fear, and shock, and she of worry." Jiang Yao pointed at the Yellow Springs, herself, and Gui Eting in Feng Shui's arms, and laughed almost hysterically. The tears of joy that had just flowed were instantly replaced by tears of pain, streaming down Jiang Yao's face. Pointing at Feng Shui, Jiang Yao asked helplessly, "Feng Shui, of the three demonic butterflies, which one do you want...?"

"Want that? It was destined in ancient times. Jiang Yao, the facts are already before you, why do you need to ask anymore? Even if he tells you the result, can you believe it?" Huang Quan said coldly, almost ruthlessly.

"Impossible, impossible, I am the most complete, I am the most complete!" Jiang Yao looked at Gui Eting in Feng Shui's arms, her eyes becoming somewhat chaotic, and said hysterically.

"It's all because of you, it's all your fault. If it weren't for your 'thought' causing trouble during our first reincarnation, we could have become a perfect whole long ago. But because of your selfishness, we were ruined!" Huang Quan coldly mocked Jiang Yao with disdain.

"That's right, it's me, so what? Feng Shui likes me, the 'Thought' me, and now I've also merged the three emotions of grief, fear, and shock. I should be the most perfect demon butterfly. You're not, you're not, and I already possess the 'Enchanting Zither.' The fact that it recognizes me as its master already explains everything, not you, not you, hahahaha..." Jiang Yao held the Enchanting Zither in her hand and laughed maniacally in a perverted way.

"Not me? The person Feng Shui truly loves isn't you at all! You can ask him if you don't believe me!" Huang Quan sneered.

“Feng Shui, you said you love me, the one who is ‘Si’, the one you’ve loved since ancient times. Tell ‘Xi’, tell her you only love me!” Jiang Yao frantically grabbed Feng Shui’s clothes and said.

"Ah Yao, stop talking..." Feng Shui said with a helpless bitter smile.

“Tell ‘happy’ that you love ‘Si’ me, not ‘Xi’ her!” Jiang Yao had clearly reached the extreme of madness.

“Ayao, the things of the past lives are in the past, so let’s not talk about them anymore. Since we can all be here together today, it means that we are bound by an unbreakable destiny. I love the Demon Butterfly, and all of your emotions, not just one of you in your reincarnations. I love all of you,” Feng Shui said with utmost sincerity.

"Hahahaha... Feng Shui, you're lying, you're lying!" Huang Quan laughed maniacally, pointing at Feng Shui in near despair.

Feng Shui dared not look into Huang Quan's eyes again, nor dared he look directly at Jiang Yao, who was driven mad by love. He simply stood there, numbly holding the already dead Gui Eting in his arms, not daring to utter a single word. Because he feared that if he uttered a single wrong word, he would lose more than just a demon butterfly.

Suddenly, Jiang Yao lunged at Feng Shui, her eyes flashing with a strange madness, and Huang Quan saw through Jiang Yao's intentions. Huang Quan didn't move, but gently raised her left hand, and with a flick of her slender, pale index finger, Gui Eting in Feng Shui's arms vanished instantly. The next moment, Gui Eting appeared on the table in front of Huang Quan.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Shui asked in shock.

"Jiang Yao, do you want her? Do you want to merge 'Sorrow' again? But you don't have that chance anymore." Huang Quan said to Jiang Yao with a twisted look in his eyes and a twisted voice.

Feng Shui immediately understood Jiang Yao's intentions. Her lunging towards him was actually an attempt to merge with Gui Eting, who possessed the 'sorrow' emotion among the seven emotions of the Demon Butterfly. However, Jiang Yao's thoughts could not escape Huang Quan's eyes, because they were originally different individuals separated from one body, and their mental consciousness was essentially synchronized at close range.

“You…” Jiang Yao said, looking at Huang Quan with hatred.

"If you want to become a complete Demon Butterfly, I'll make sure you never achieve that dream!" Huang Quan said coldly, his eyes flashing with fierce hatred.

"No..." Feng Shui exclaimed in alarm, trying to stop him.

However, it was all too late, as Gui Eting's corpse was already in Huang Quan's hands. A light, even more crimson than blood, emanated from Huang Quan's body, and Jiang Yao lunged towards Gui Eting in his grasp. But she was too late; Huang Quan's hand was already on Gui Eting's body. An incredibly powerful force appeared, and the crimson light around Huang Quan intensified, disintegrating Gui Eting's corpse into countless glittering fragments. The crimson light from Huang Quan, carrying the fragments of Gui Eting's corpse, rushed towards the onrushing Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao was startled and quickly dodged. The crimson light passed by Jiang Yao, streaking towards the top of the hall, and then rapidly drifted towards the depths of the Netherworld outside the hall.

2004-12-08 23:26:00

“‘Joyful’ Butterfly! You’re absolutely amazing!” Jiang Yao stood firm and pointed at Huang Quan with intense hatred.

“I now possess ‘joy’ and ‘anger,’ while you possess ‘thought,’ ‘sorrow,’ ‘fear,’ and ‘surprise.’ Among these seven emotions, joy and sorrow, the two primary emotions, account for forty percent of the power of the complete Demon Butterfly, while the other four secondary emotions you possess also account for forty percent, and ‘worry’ accounts for twenty percent. Now that ‘worry’ no longer exists, the Demon Butterfly will never be complete, hahahaha…” Huang Quan said to Jiang Yao in a frenzy.

Jiang Yao trembled with rage, glaring fiercely at Huang Quan, who was laughing maniacally, and then glancing hatefully at the nearly collapsing Feng Shui. Gritting her teeth, she no longer cared about Huang Quan or Feng Shui, and flew after the blood-red light that had taken away the fragments of Gui Eting's corpse.

Now, only Feng Shui and Huang Quan remained in the main hall. Feng Shui was completely at a loss, his face filled with a bitter smile and helplessness. Huang Quan also stopped laughing wildly, slumped onto the table again, his body trembling, accompanied by sobs that echoed in the empty hall.

“‘happy’ Butterfly, why did you lie to ‘Si’…” Feng Shui said with a helpless bitter smile.