You Shu remained noncommittal and continued forward, saying, "I'll have to trouble you again later."
Youhua smiled. "Presumably, the Demon Lord has already brought the dragon blood."
"Of course, plenty."
Fu Mingxu touched the dragon blood in his arms, somewhat reluctant to hand it over.
Since he had engaged in dual cultivation with Han Tao, his craving for dragon blood had greatly diminished, and he hadn't tasted it for a long time.
The sweet memory of the taste of dragon's blood made him subconsciously lick his lips, and he gently stroked the little dragon's body with his palm, feeling at ease only after constantly feeling the unique cool touch of the scales.
The dragon-shaped Hantao on his wrist had its tail tip standing up.
As Fu Mingxu followed behind, he would occasionally divert his attention to observe the murals, his hand movements entirely spontaneous and unpredictable.
His actions were interrupted only by a low, hoarse voice coming from his mind.
"Stop touching me."
A note from the author:
Han Tao: Hmm... What is it that my wife can't touch?
Chapter 85
Fu Mingxu was startled and quickly withdrew his hand.
Si Yang walked beside him and asked curiously, "Why is your face so red?"
"I guess I was too nervous," Fu Mingxu said awkwardly, offering an excuse.
Si Yang nodded upon hearing this, and added a reassuring remark, "Don't be afraid."
Han Tao's words were still echoing in Fu Mingxu's mind. He could only try to remain calm and keep his expression intact, no longer daring to reach out and touch her.
The passageway was long, and the light from the luminous pearl cast long shadows of the four people on the ground.
As the cool air grew stronger, the figures in the mural gradually stood up, and Youhua's voice rang out: "We've arrived."
Standing before the four was a large, pitch-black door. The door was made of some unknown material; the light from the luminous pearl seemed to be absorbed as it approached. It was engraved with intricate patterns, enough to make one dizzy if gazed upon for too long.
Fu Mingxu looked away, only to find Si Yang staring at You Hua.
"Give me the dragon blood." Youhua stopped in front of the door, without saying a word, and stretched out her hand to Youshu.
"I want the first demonic spirit that splits out." You Shu's charming face was full of determination.
Youhua didn't care about that; he was more eager to open this place. He nodded upon hearing this, "Okay."
What he wants doesn't conflict with what You Shu wants, so there's no need to waste time on this.
As their conversation reached Fu Mingxu's ears and he received You Shu's gaze, he slowly took out a jade bottle from his bosom.
This jade bottle looks small, but it actually has a hidden capacity inside, capable of holding about ten times more items than the bottle itself.
"The Demon Lord truly likes the one she chose." Youhua glanced at Fu Mingxu, perhaps a little puzzled as to why this unremarkable demon had won her favor.
You Shu smiled, took the jade bottle from Fu Mingxu's hand, and subtly changed the subject, "The rest depends on the Great Demon General."
Fu Mingxu lowered his head and pursed his lips, then looked up again, remembering the dragon blood in the jade bottle.
Si Yang, however, fell into deep thought when he saw a line on You Hua's exposed wrist.
The dragon blood in the jade bottle exuded a rich dragon aura, but this blood was not golden. Instead, it had been diluted by Fu Mingxu with spiritual spring water and mixed with pills, turning it into the most ordinary red color.
Youhua took a sniff and asked with some confusion, "Why does this dragon blood smell like herbs?"
Fu Mingxu was prepared. He smelled the faint sweet scent in the air and said, "This dragon was seriously injured when it was captured. The Demon Lord was afraid that it would not survive, so he specially bought pills from the human race at a high price to save its life."
"Perhaps the pill took effect too early, which caused this."
You Shu nodded at the right moment, "In short, it doesn't affect the power of the Heavenly Dao inside, and the rest is fine."
"Great Demon General, let's get started as soon as possible."
That makes sense. As long as the key points remain unchanged, and we've already come this far, there's no need for Youhua to get bogged down in the minor details.
However, he did not expect that the ordinary demon that You Shu found was quite bold and could answer him fluently.
“The Demon Lord is right, let’s begin.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Mingxu immediately put aside his distracting thoughts and looked over intently.
Perhaps due to her confidence in her own strength, or perhaps because of the insistence of the new Demon Lord, Youhua did not suggest that he and Siyang, these two ordinary demons, could not stay here.
The method to open the birthplace of demonic spirits was not as complicated as Fu Mingxu had imagined; it didn't even require a simple magic array.
Youhua took out a small curved knife, slashed it in his palm, watched the gushing blood without changing his expression, and then slammed it into the groove in the middle of the door.
The once pitch-black gate now emitted a pale green light thanks to the blood. As the light spread, Youhua began to utter extremely complex and obscure incantations in regular script.
Although it was called a magic incantation, Fu Mingxu thought it sounded more like some kind of chanting.
As the chanting of the incantation suddenly rose in pitch, Youhua removed her still-bleeding hand and poured the dragon blood from the jade bottle into the groove.
The pale green light was instantly replaced by a reddish-golden glow, and Fu Mingxu's heart tightened as he looked at the faint golden light that couldn't be concealed. He only felt relieved when he noticed that You Hua was just staring at the groove and there was no suspicion on her face.
Before he could think any further, a sound like thunder rumbling in the clouds filled the air, and the tightly closed door in front of them slowly opened.
Both You Shu and You Hua showed excited expressions.
The door opened slowly, and the dust that had settled over time fell like snowflakes in winter, before slowly revealing the scene buried in endless time.
Without any traps, the moment the door opened, a cluster of white flames appeared before everyone.
The flames were pure white, and as they danced, they resembled the falling moon, possessing a beauty that was both cool and vibrant.
The white flame landed on a high platform. Upon closer inspection, Fu Mingxu discovered that the platform was remarkably similar to the one in the center of the mural outside, where the person stood and received the worship of others. Furthermore, the leaping flames surrounding the white flame also resembled the kneeling figure in the mural.
Is there any relationship between the two?
“This is the first generation of demon spirits.” Youhua sighed. “Demonic spirits possess sentience. Each demon spirit is destined to have a master at birth. Since you cannot tame the one in the very center, the Demon Lord can try to tame others.”
Just moments before, there were dozens of flames leaping around the central demon spirit. But the instant he finished speaking, many of these flames froze for a moment, and then, as if regaining their senses, shot out at an unfathomable speed, disappearing into the passageway through the open door.
As if he had anticipated this scene, Youhua looked at the remaining flames and said, "They have sensed the Lord of Fate and the Demon Lord. You can try to control the remaining demon spirits."
After a brief moment of shock, You Shu came to her senses and looked at the remaining nine demonic spirits with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
After a brief moment of surprise, Fu Mingxu looked around the rest of the space again. He hadn't forgotten that their purpose was to find the underground passage leading to the ruins of the Witch Clan.
"Aren't you going to do it at the right time?" Youhua looked at Youshu who was walking towards the demon spirit, and suddenly asked Fu Mingxu and the other person, "The demon spirit doesn't choose its master based on its strength."
"As long as you are a demon, you can give it a try."
The smile on his handsome face was gone, and his aura became intimidating, as if he had seen through their disguise.
Fu Mingxu's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled, "Great Demon General is joking. The Demon Lord should choose first."
"Is that so?" Youhua chuckled, and suddenly made her move as she turned around.
An extremely pure demonic energy attacked Fu Mingxu, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by boundless coldness.
"Who are you? How dare you sneak into the Demon Realm? Are you so fearless?"
You Shu had already heard the commotion, but a split second before You Hua could act, a demonic spirit had already entered her body through her efforts, leaving her unable to react. By the time he made his move, the demonic spirit had already rapidly merged with the demonic energy within her body, and You Shu, unable to withstand the impact, groaned and collapsed to the ground.
The white flames enveloped her like a cocoon, and only the vibrant life emanating from her body proved that she was not seriously injured.
Youhua timed it perfectly. Fu Mingxu instinctively retreated quickly while trying to figure out when he had made a mistake.
Now that we've been discovered, there's no point in pretending anymore.
The chaotic energy circulated throughout his body in an instant, and as the demonic energy arrived, the white light met it head-on.
The black and white clashed in an instant, unleashing a violent surge of air. Fu Mingxu's disguise vanished completely as the chaotic energy was activated.
In the moment of the blazing light, Youhua only had time to see a blue ribbon fluttering in the wind, revealing half of her delicate profile as her dark hair drifted in the breeze.
Even with only half of his face visible in profile, he could glimpse the ethereal beauty of nature emanating from the faintly visible brows and eyes.
A tall man suddenly appeared, blocking his view. The golden light that formed his Daoist magic was powerful and domineering, sweeping over with a surging killing intent.
The demonic energy that had been so arrogant just moments before crumbled in an instant, as if it had encountered a natural nemesis.
Before he could even recall who the tall man was, a vast starlight descended from the sky, with countless runes embedded within it, bearing down on him with immense pressure.
As the airflow disappeared, the disguises on the three people's faces vanished simultaneously.
Fu Mingxu originally thought that Youhua would definitely recognize Hantao, but to his surprise, the other party froze on the spot when he saw Siyang Xianjun's face.
Youhua's expression was very complicated, and every detail of his demeanor showed that his inner emotions were definitely not calm.
"Master..." he murmured, forgetting even to make a move.
Master?
When did Immortal Lord Siyang acquire another disciple besides Qi Muyuan? And this disciple is a great demon general from the Demon Realm?
Fu Mingxu tugged at Han Tao's sleeve, trying to get an answer from him.
"I don't know either." Seeing his meaning, Han Tao shook his head honestly, "I've never heard Qi Muyuan mention it either."
It was yet another person he had never seen before, but he quickly came to terms with it. After all, he had never been to the Demon Realm before the time travel, and he had little interaction with Immortal Lord Siyang before he fell into demonhood in Hantao.
By now, he knows that everything he once knew was just the tip of the iceberg in a vast reality.
The two stood quietly to one side, watching the situation unfold. When Si Yang recognized the person in front of him, his emotions went from doubt and shock to anger.
"Traitor!" There was no joy on his face at the reunion with an old friend. Starlight gathered in his palm, clearly indicating that he was about to make a move.
A look of pain flashed in Youhua's eyes, and he said with a bitter smile, "Master, it's been a hundred years since we last met, and the first thing you do when you see me is to kill me?"
Si Yang coldly said, "You are no longer my disciple; you are a traitor to the Tianyan Sect!"
Yes, he should have known this day would come when he betrayed the Tianyan Sect.
But he was unwilling to give up. "I heard that my master picked up another disciple while chasing me, and he is now the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect."
"He also betrayed the Sword Sect, so why is Master so kind to him, yet so eager to kill me?"
After a brief emotional outburst, Si Yang simply looked at him coldly and said, "He's different from you."
After saying that, Fu Mingxu keenly noticed that the atmosphere around him had changed.