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Capítulo 128

"A fellow being?" Qingyan murmured. She wanted to find out the true form of that monster. She had always wanted to, but that dead monster kept it a secret and never spoke.

"Master won't tell," Qingyan said dejectedly, waving her hand.

Mo Yu reached out and grabbed her fingers, leading her slowly towards the edge of the woods, chuckling, "That depends on how you convince him."

Beyond the woods lay a beautiful flower-lined path, with a winding, crystal-clear stream meandering around it. Tall, unnamed flowering trees lined both sides of the path, their ancient trunks as thick as a person's embrace, their bark mottled and bearing the marks of time. Their canopies were lush, their branches swaying overhead, and every now and then, large purple and white blossoms would fall from the trees, rolling onto clothes before settling to the ground. A thick layer of fallen petals carpeted the ground, and walking on it left even your shoes covered in pollen and fragrance.

A faint, elegant fragrance wafted through the air.

"What kind of flower is this?" Qingyan took a deep breath and looked at Moyu with envy. "Your sect is so beautiful."

Yes, this is where Mo Yu's sect is located. It is a secluded valley. One can only enter through a special entrance and using a special method. Once inside, one discovers that it is a hidden paradise.

The world's smallest monkeys, all sorts of rare and precious animals, the most beautiful natural hot springs, waterfalls, peach orchards, towering flowering trees, countless beautiful flower fields, the most exquisite winding corridors, jade palaces, and small buildings...

Qingyan stared wide-eyed and gasped.

It's like being in a fairyland...

Soon they arrived at a detached little building with rustic eaves and beautiful bamboo wind chimes hanging from them, tinkling softly. Several maids were spinning yarn on the rooftop. The bamboo spinning wheel creaked and groaned, accompanied by occasional "snap snap" sounds, as strands of beautiful silk threads were joined together, transforming into a beautiful brocade like a cloud.

When the maids saw Mo Yu and Qing Yan walking side by side, they all greeted them with smiles.

"Young master."

"Miss Qing'er."

Qingyan was speechless.

She glared at the person next to her. The person next to her looked completely innocent.

She subtly stomped hard on someone's foot, ignoring their groan of pain, and nodded and smiled at the beautiful weaver without changing her expression, "Thank you, please call me Qingyan."

Chapter 288: The Small Building

The maids covered their mouths and chuckled. "Yes, Miss Qingyan."

Qingyan smiled and nodded.

She ignored Mo Yu and pushed open the door of the small building.

Inside the small building, the furnishings are antique and elegant, with all the furniture carved with intricate patterns, including cloud patterns, flowers, plants, fish and insects, birds and beasts. Each piece is brightly colored and exquisitely designed.

In the center of the room stood a gilded incense burner, its openwork gold peony blossoms releasing wisps of smoke that emitted a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance. Large floor-to-ceiling windows opened on all four sides, their surfaces lush with greenery, from which hung delicate, silken vines. The leaves on the vines were semi-circular, adorned with tiny, delicate purple flowers. It was quite charming.

This plant with green vines and purple flowers may seem inconspicuous, but it is an extremely ancient spiritual flower that can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As a result, the area within ten feet of it is filled with spiritual energy, which is extremely beneficial to both cultivators and ordinary people.

Therefore, this small building, though seemingly ordinary, has always been the best place for secluded cultivation within Mo Yu's sect. The several maids spinning yarn on the balcony appear cheerful and charming, but they are actually the four most senior maids of Mo Yu's sect, said to possess extremely high martial arts skills. They are ordered by Mo Yu to guard the small building day and night.

Inside the building, the one who is now staying is the thousand-year-old demon who has survived the heavenly tribulation and whose demonic power has been almost completely destroyed.

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That day, Qingyan rushed into the center of the heavenly tribulation, grabbing her master who was already at his limit under the tribulation. All she could see was white light; she couldn't see a single path and didn't know where to go. From childhood, that demon had endured countless heavenly tribulations. Almost every time, her master, burning and screaming, would suddenly rush into her room, and she was always the one to clean up the mess. But this time, she no longer knew how to handle the situation, what to do to save her and her master's lives; her mind was completely blank.

Lightning struck wildly all around her, creating a gaping hole beneath her feet. She screamed in terror, but couldn't hear her own voice. Her whole body trembled, and her hands flailed wildly. Somehow, she grabbed an arm.

Then, her hand was grabbed, and she could hear someone screaming at the top of their lungs. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but her heart calmed down strangely. She just held onto that arm tightly, gripped the bloody light in her palm, and closed her eyes.

A dizzying, spinning feeling... So long it seemed endless... So long... So long...

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with a pair of deep, quiet eyes that were watching her silently.

"Mo Yu?" She was stunned for a long time before she could speak, and murmured, "What are you doing here?"

Chapter 289: Arguing

Mo Yu pressed his lips tightly together, his face unusually pale, his lips devoid of any color, yet a trace of blood clung to the corner of his lips, appearing shockingly vivid. Hearing her words, his once deep and calm eyes seemed to stir with anger, which suddenly erupted from their tranquility. His pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints, his gaze sharp as he glared at her, his face grim and silent.

Qingyan shrank her neck, suddenly feeling a little guilty. "Uh... what's wrong?"

A hand landed on his nose, black and with burn marks. He pinched it angrily. "You brat, don't you think before you act? Rushing in like that, huh? Who do you think you are? An immortal monster?"

Even immortal monsters fear this kind of heavenly tribulation, right?

Qingyan hesitated, about to say something, when she suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly opened her palm, and the bloody light had faded to the point of being transparent, the red color barely visible. The monster inside was no longer discernible in terms of features, and its form was almost gone. Qingyan's hand trembled, and she immediately panicked, her voice trembling with tears, "What should I do? What should I do?..."

What happened to Master? Is he going to die?

Mo Yu glared at her, his face cold, and tossed her a jade seashell, saying in a chilling voice, "Catch."

"Hmm?" Qingyan grabbed it, but before she could see clearly, the blood-red light in her hand transformed into a wisp of smoke and drifted inside. A soft sigh emanated from within the shell. Yes, it was Master's voice.

She froze, pressed the seashell to her ear and listened for a long time, but heard no more sound. A little worried, yet afraid to shake it, she looked at Mo Yu expectantly, "What is this?"

"That monster won't die, don't worry!" Mo Yu's voice was strange, carrying an inexplicable chill and anger. Before he finished speaking, he dragged her up from the ground, pursed his lips, and got up to leave.

She knew Mo Yu was angry, though she didn't know why or what was wrong, and dared not ask. She could only follow silently, trying her best to keep up with his increasingly rapid pace. As she walked, she grew more and more bewildered, her eyes widening. This place was so beautiful—towering flowering trees, a beautiful lake, and a snow-white monkey suddenly swinging from a tree… This was definitely not Gu Shan!

As she was looking around, Mo Yu suddenly stopped. Qing Yan, caught off guard, bumped into his back with a thud. Her nose stung. She covered her nose, looked up, and saw Mo Yu staring at her expressionlessly.

Qingyan's nose stung, and she suddenly felt like crying. She forcefully shook off Moyu's hand, glaring at him angrily, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She yelled, "Who asked you to tell me what to do? Does saving me make you so great? All you do is yell at me and put on a stern face. Who cares? Go away! I don't need you to tell me what to do! Go away! Even if I... I die, it's none of your business!"

Chapter 290: Regret

Qingyan became more and more upset as she spoke, as if all her grievances and lingering fears had burst forth, and her tears flowed like a river that had been released from its dam, impossible to contain.

It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, it wasn't that she was only good for mischief, it wasn't that she didn't know the consequences. The thought that flashed through her mind the moment she rushed into the center of the heavenly tribulation was that she would never come out alive... But even if she were given another chance to choose, even several chances to choose again, she would only, and could only, rush in like a madwoman. Inside was her master... And that demon who had been with her since childhood, closer than family...