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Chapter 212: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

"you're awake."

When Song Yuesheng opened his eyes, he was greeted by a pair of nervous golden pupils.

The surrounding is shrouded in mist, like a dream.

The white jade and deep blue glazed tiles on the walls complement each other, and the bedding on the body is as soft as the swaying of cicada wings in the morning light.

"Don't worry, the clothes you were wearing were changed by the immortal servants, and your injuries were also treated by them. I, I didn't see it."

Jun Yu's words contained a bit of hasty explanation, but also revealed firmness and concern.

"Before letting them treat you, I...I gave you a pill that can temporarily ward off evil spirits. It's safe. One pill can temporarily ward off evil spirits for a day."

As he spoke, he quickly took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his sleeve embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and placed it on the bed.

Everything you say and do is done with good intentions.

But Song Yuesheng didn't want to stay for a moment.

After she stabbed Jun Yu with a knife, he knocked her unconscious with a palm strike.

Unexpectedly, he took her directly to the Ninth Heaven.

It is true that she wanted to come to Jiuchongtian to grab the chance to be the female lead, but it is also true that she did not want to see Jun Yu.

Song Yuesheng summoned the Netherworld Umbrella and his mind moved.

She is still here.

She tried it many times afterwards, and the same thing happened every time.

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to stab Jun Yu to death, and asked, "Are you casting a spell here to keep me from leaving?"

Jun Yu's expression was filled with panic. His fingers intertwined helplessly, and he tried to sort out his thoughts and explained anxiously: "No, no, it's... my father... the Emperor of Heaven cast a spell in the Ninth Heaven. People outside the God Clan cannot use the teleportation spell."

"Ah."

Song Yuesheng sneered, transformed the Netherworld Umbrella into a bracelet and put it on his wrist.

Then, she got out of bed lightly and without any delay.

"Where are you going?" Seeing Song Yuesheng was about to leave, Jun Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist. When he saw her turning around to look at him, he slowly added with concern in his tone.

"The Ninth Heaven is guarded by heavenly soldiers everywhere. You have low cultivation level and cannot defeat them."

"Oh." Song Yuesheng just responded lightly.

Jun Yu only held her wrist loosely, so it was easy for him to pull his hand out.

"You will really get hurt." Jun Yu frowned slightly.

He was telling the truth, why didn't she listen?

Song Yuesheng thought he was being long-winded, so he patiently explained, "Everyone in the God Clan knows that Lord Changxin and Lord Yunyi are getting married soon, and no one dares to stop me."

After saying that, she imitated Song Zhiyan's expression, raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, and performed the human courtesy to Jun Yu.

"My Lord, goodbye."

Then Song Yuesheng walked away step by step, taking small steps.

Jun Yu looked at the scene in shock.

Only then did he notice that the female demon he brought back on impulse looked extremely similar to Yun Yi.

Her actions just now were exactly the same as Yun Yi's.

If you don't listen carefully to the voice, others will really mistake it for Yun Yi.

Good, time, will, near.

Jun Yu suddenly came back to his senses: "I will never marry Yun Yi."

There is no trace of a person in front of me.

He was just about to chase after her and explain to the witch, but suddenly he stopped.

Ever since he brought the banshee back to the Ninth Heaven, in just one hour, he has done many things that were out of the ordinary.

Every decision seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, deviating from his usual calmness and self-control.

A mere little demon could actually affect his mind so much.

It's so scary.

Jun Yu suppressed the turmoil in his heart and returned to the table to read the information sent from various places.

However, the more I watched, the more anxious I became.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he left the Purple Palace.

**

The Nine Heavens are more luxurious and more fairy-like than the movies and TV series Song Yuesheng has watched in this world.

Every step brings a new scene and every step brings a new immortal.

Thanks to Song Zhiyan's identity, Song Yuesheng had a smooth journey.

But there were too many immortals, so she couldn't spread hypnotic powder and couldn't ask the gods where the divine seal mirror was.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Song Yuesheng finally arrived at a relatively quiet place.

Just when she wanted to take a break, a burst of urgent shouting broke the silence.

"Catch that cat demon!"

"Immortal Yun Yi, please help me!"

Song Yuesheng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of heavenly soldiers in armor and holding weapons galloping towards her.

The cat demon they are hunting is Feng Zhi.

She immediately summoned the Netherworld Umbrella, transformed it into a fan, and using her magic power to guide it, she waved it, creating an invisible wind that swept towards the heavenly soldiers who were chasing her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Yuesheng quickly pulled Feng Zhi away.

After escaping to a deserted place, the two stopped and spoke almost at the same time:

"Feng Zhi, when were you captured and put into the prison, and how did you escape from there?"

"How did you get to the Ninth Heaven?"

Song Yuesheng explained briefly: "Fairy Yaoguang came to cause trouble, but I couldn't defeat her, so I asked for help. Then Lord Changxin captured me and took me to the Ninth Heaven."

"Grasp?"

Feng Zhi snorted unhappily.

He leaned forward slightly, got close to Song Yuesheng and sniffed her, making sure that there was no other smell on her before he felt relieved.

Then, he held her in his arms and whispered, "Little witch, quickly use your Qingmian umbrella to take us away."

"We can't leave. We are demons. As long as we are in the Ninth Heaven, we can't use teleportation spells. This should be the reason why Luo Chuan can't come. If we want to leave, we must find where the seal of the God Clan's God Mirror is."

Song Yuesheng took his claws away from her.

Feng Zhi looked at her resentfully: "No need? I think it's just an excuse you made up. You want to stay here and be affectionate with Jun Yu. Lord Changxin of the Ninth Heaven, huh."

"If you can do it, go ahead." Song Yuesheng was speechless.

Feng Zhi raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to cast a spell: "Watch this."

Didn't move.

Not moved yet.

Is what she said true?

Feng Zhi looked embarrassed: "Little witch..."

"Hey, don't leave, little witch. At worst, I'll suffer a little when I get back and let you sleep."

Feng Zhi saw her leaving and quickly chased after her.

Song Yuesheng glanced at the cat ears that suddenly appeared on Feng Zhi and continued walking as if he didn't see anything.

Where is the disadvantage?

It's obvious that he really wants it.

She didn’t sleep with him many times, but was she less clingy than usual?

If Feng Zhi hadn't hugged her all the time and seduced her in various ways, would she have had to run to the Netherworld to hide?

It just delayed her practice.

Suddenly, Song Yuesheng sensed a hint of murderous intent.

She quickly transformed the fan into a sword and pointed it directly at the source of the murderous intent.

Seeing that it was Jun Yu, Song Yuesheng was stunned: "Lord Changxin?"

Jun Yu withdrew his gaze from the cat demon and turned to look at Song Yuesheng, with a barely perceptible resentment in his tone.

"You risked being discovered by the heavenly soldiers just for this cat demon?"

Song Yuesheng met his gaze and said calmly, "It is the God's duty to eliminate demons. If you want to kill them, kill them quickly."

Only 10% of the mission value remains.

Wait until she completes the task before considering whether to pay attention to him.

She was too busy to act out a sadomasochistic love drama with him.

At this moment, behind Song Yuesheng, Feng Zhi quietly gathered all his magic power and slowly raised his hand.

Upon closer inspection, there was a flash of struggle in his eyes and cold sweat on his forehead.

why?

He had obviously escaped!

Suddenly, Feng Zhi caught a glimpse of a figure behind a stone pillar in the distance and was startled.

No.

At this critical moment, Song Yuesheng suddenly withdrew and looked at Feng Zhi who raised his hand: "What do you want to do?"

Then, she saw Feng Zhi slap her on the chest.

"puff--"

His clothes were stained with blood and he fell heavily.

"Feng Zhi?!"

Song Yuesheng hurried over to support him.

What's going on here?

Feng Zhi fell into Song Yuesheng's arms, and a bitter and sad smile was forced out at the corner of his mouth.

"She's really right. This is my ninth life. If I die, I won't be able to live again."

A hint of doubt flashed in Song Yuesheng's eyes.

"Little witch, I'm actually quite afraid of death. But she wants to use the obedient Gu to do the same old trick again, so of course I can't let her do what she wants."

"It's just... this time... little witch, I can't trick you into sleeping..."

Feng Zhi's voice became weaker and weaker, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength.

Song Yuesheng bit her lower lip and slowly uttered two words: "Slutty cat."

"...Only like this with you..." Feng Zhi's eyes were full of tenderness, but it could not hide the fatigue and weakness that was gradually spreading.

Song Yuesheng's heart tightened.

I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer.

So, she turned her head and looked at Jun Yu, and asked: "Jun Yu, where is the divine seal mirror that the gods used to seal the demons?"

"you……"

Jun Yu's words were interrupted by another gentle and anxious call.

"Sheng Sheng."

Song Yuesheng was stunned and looked down at Feng Zhi.

Didn't he swear two hundred years ago that he would never shout again?

Feng Zhi held her hand and said, "I know my situation... Little witch, can you... talk to me for the last time..."

Time seemed to stand still.

After a long time, Song Yuesheng's tightly pursed lips finally loosened: "But I don't want you to die."

"Clap."

A warm tear fell on Feng Zhi's hand.

Hot, scorching.

It was more heartbreaking than the injuries on his body.

"Little witch, so this is what you look like when you cry... so ugly..."

Feng Zhi gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips and forced a weak smile, "I don't want to see you crying in bed anymore..."

He was filled with reluctance, but still tried to remain relaxed and playful.

Song Yuesheng burst into laughter and said, "It's already this time, and you're still talking about this kind of thing. Feng Zhi, you are the reincarnation of a fox demon. Besides, when have I ever cried?"

When Feng Zhi saw her smile, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

"That's right. But... little demon girl, don't practice... the ruthless way... If you provoke... other demons, not every demon... likes you as much as I do and won't bear to... hurt you..."

Suddenly, Feng Zhi propped himself up, glanced at Jun Yu, and then gently kissed Song Yuesheng on the lips.

"Bury me... in Yingxi Lake... I like... the four seasons there are like spring... and... I don't know if you remember..."

Feng Zhi's fingertips moved, and a glass bottle appeared in his hand.

The cork popped open gently, and a burst of brilliant light burst out instantly.

Countless fireflies, like starlight, broke free from the bottle, drawing brilliant tracks.

Song Yuesheng looked at the fireflies in the sky and murmured, "Feng Zhi, I remember it."

How could I not remember?

The same scene occurred on the night when we settled in Yingxi Lake for a hundred years.

That night, the wind was gentle, the moon was bright, and colorful fireflies looked like rainbows.

That night, a cat transformed into a human and excitedly smashed several jars of fine wine.

That night, the drunken Demon King danced gracefully and talked about his past great achievements under the moonlight.

That night, a cat seduced her and whispered in her ear that it loved her.

It turns out that today is the same as that day.

"very nice……"

Feng Zhi whispered softly.

It seemed as if his wish had been fulfilled. His hand slowly dropped down and gradually condensed into a pure white cat lying in Song Yuesheng's arms.