"Will she be alright?" Jie Wenzhan sounded a little worried.
"This is the Wuji Immortal Land, what could happen here? She’ll come back on her own once she cools down," Pei Shimei said dismissively.
Jie Wenzhan thought about it, and agreed—what could possibly happen in the Wuji Immortal Land? There are disciples patrolling even at night.
"Did you need something from me, Pei Shimei?" Jie Wenzhan asked.
"Thank you, Brother Jie, for saving me today. I’ve come to express my gratitude," Pei Shimei said with a smile.
"No need to be so polite; it was just a small effort," Jie Wenzhan replied with a casual smile.
...
Meanwhile, Cheng Miaomiao was stomping forward furiously, and when she finally came to her senses, she found herself on the outskirts of the Wuji Immortal Land. She sat down angrily on a high stone, looking at the brightly lit town below. This was the first time she felt frustrated like this, all because of Jie Wenzhan.
"That fool, can’t he tell that I like him? Must I say it out loud?" Cheng Miaomiao angrily slapped the stone beneath her, only to hurt her hand, grimacing in pain as she pulled it back.
"Oh my, who’s this lovely young lady? That fool might not like you, but I do. Why not give me a try? Let’s consummate right now," said a hoarse and flippant voice suddenly in Cheng Miaomiao’s ear. In the next moment, she was horrified to find that she couldn’t move.
"Demon Clan!" Cheng Miaomiao was shocked, her face turning pale. How could there be a Demon Clan member here? When did it get so close? She hadn’t noticed at all.
"Such a beautiful girl, how could anyone bear to refuse you? Come, let me cherish you properly," a dangerous aura enveloped Cheng Miaomiao, who wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
In Chen Miaomiao’s eyes, the image of the Demon Clan appeared. Among the swirling black mist, the demon’s face was full of wrinkles, and its eyes were crimson, filled with malice.
Cheng Miaomiao remembered a female cultivator who had been humiliated to death by a Demon Clan member, and her body began to tremble. She didn’t want that fate, to be humiliated and have her essence drained, dying as a naked, withered corpse! The thought of such abuse before death and the disgrace after was overwhelming. Fear threatened to swallow Cheng Miaomiao whole.
Mother, I won’t be willful anymore.
Save me.
Mother, save me!!
Someone save me?
The demon’s withered fingers were about to touch Cheng Miaomiao’s cheek, and she could feel the chilling breath of death approaching.
She closed her eyes in despair, a tear of regret rolling down her cheek.
But in the next moment, the chilling sensation disappeared.
A loud bang echoed in her ears.
Cheng Miaomiao opened her eyes in confusion and witnessed a scene she would never forget.
An exceptionally beautiful woman stood with one foot on the demon’s head, grinding it into the ground. The demon, who had been laughing lewdly just moments before, was now lying in agony, unable to even struggle.
In the moonlight, the beautiful woman gave her a slight smile. A gentle breeze lifted her jet-black hair and flowing garments, the moonlight adding a silvery glow, making her appear so aloof and beautiful.
She recognized her.
Had seen her before.
Her name was Tianmiao.
They said she was Ye Chenfeng’s Sword Spirit.
But now she thought, she was definitely not Ye Chenfeng’s Sword Spirit, no, she was definitely not a Sword Spirit.
She was...
"Little girl, don’t wander around. What will you do if you encounter bad people? From now on, either go out with someone strong or become strong yourself," Tianmiao said with a slight smile, and after handing the demon to Ye Chenfeng, who had just arrived, she turned to leave.
But in the next moment, Tianmiao felt a tug on her clothes and turned around to meet a pair of bright, gleaming eyes.
"Sister, I like you."
And then, Tianmiao distinctly heard this sentence from Cheng Miaomiao’s mouth.