Chapter 343: There Are People in the Human World of Nanshan

Although Ziboyan and Wumin Jun were uncle and nephew, they were also playmates who grew up together.

Therefore, after capturing Ziboyan and seeing him covered in wounds, Wumin Jun felt a sense of compassion; in front of his subordinates, he sent him out of the Youming Realm and personally delivered him into the hands of Tumi Xianzi.

That is correct; Wumin Jun and Tumi Xianzi had known each other for a long time.

The origins of the Demon Race are rarely known; the many ancient texts of the human world offer conflicting accounts, either misinterpreting or speculating.

Tumi Xianzi was quite repulsed by these ambiguous things, yet she was troubled by her residence in the Human Dao and had no way to pursue the truth.

At that time, Nanshan Jun was ordered to investigate the human world, and Wumin Jun accompanied him; the father and son then encountered Tumi Xianzi.

With just a single glance, Tumi Xianzi saw through the identities of the two.

It stands to reason that as a practitioner, one should know well that the Demon Race is not of a kind nature, and if encountered, one should naturally eliminate them immediately. Yet Tumi Xianzi did the opposite; not only did she not take action against Nanshan Jun, she even shared wine and conversation with him.

Tumi Xianzi respected Nanshan Jun, who, despite his Demon Race origin, possessed an awe-inspiring uprightness; Nanshan Jun admired Tumi Xianzi for not following the crowd or drifting with the tide. As the two exchanged pleasantries, they became friends.

Admittedly, Tumi Xianzi's initial motives were indeed impure; she had originally wanted to understand the Demon Race through Nanshan Jun, but after spending a long time together, she discovered that Nanshan Jun was not like the Demon Race described in books.

Sure enough, what is written in books cannot be fully trusted.

At that time, a woman had once sought medical treatment from Tumi Xianzi, but Tumi Xianzi was not in her hut that day. It happened that Nanshan Jun was visiting; seeing the woman's panicked expression and urgent look, he followed the woman to her home first.

The woman had depended on her grandfather since she was young; the old man was advanced in age and his lifespan was nearing its end, having been bedridden for over half a year, and it was clear he was about to draw his last breath.

Seeing the woman's large, watery eyes looking at him with such earnestness, in that instant, Nanshan Jun felt a sudden thumping in his chest; disregarding the Heavenly Dao, he acted on his own to forcibly reverse the life and death of the woman's grandfather.

At first, Nanshan Jun did not take it to heart, until later when the woman came to thank him again; it was only then that Tumi Xianzi noticed the clues in her various behaviors.

Tumi Xianzi was both shocked and suspicious. She was shocked by Nanshan Jun's actions, which defied the Heavenly Dao and would surely invite Heavenly Punishment; she was suspicious because, as a member of the Demon Race, how could he feel compassion?

Moreover, looking at the woman and Nanshan Jun, there seemed to be some unclear sentiments in the way they looked at each other.

In terms of Nanshan Jun's human form, even in the human world, his appearance was top-tier, and while the woman could not be called a beauty who could topple cities, her every smile and frown could be considered pretty. Furthermore, one was gentle and refined, the other humble and graceful; these two together were quite a match.

Although Tumi lived away from the world, she was not ignorant of worldly affairs and had seen plenty of the red dust; with the way the two interacted and their eyes meeting from time to time, how could Tumi not understand?

But could the Demon Race also have a heart?

It was not Tumi's prejudice, but having heard many things about the Demon Race from Nanshan Jun during these days, the people of the Demon Race ought to be heartless; how could they have such emotions?

The remnant souls of the Demon Race are skewed in the Five Elements, lacking one fire; fire governs the heart, and without a heart, there is no emotion.

After the woman left, Tumi Xianzi asked Nanshan Jun for the truth.

Knowing this was no small matter; it shocked Tumi Xianzi so much that the Tea Cup in her hand nearly shattered on the ground.

Although Tumi cared for all living things, she would not save just anyone. If one whose destiny is nearing its end is forcibly saved, disturbing the Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Punishment will descend.

Tumi had encountered such things before, and she understood the severity of it better than anyone.

But things had reached this point, and it was already beyond saving.

Tumi explained the logic clearly to Nanshan Jun, but Nanshan Jun seemed not to care.

"We of the Demon Race are born in defiance of the heavens; why should we fear the Heavenly Dao?"

With Nanshan Jun like this, Tumi could not say much more, but Tumi was very curious: how did Nanshan Jun come to feel compassion?

Hearing Nanshan Jun describe the strangeness he felt after seeing the woman, Tumi pondered for a long time, then grabbed Nanshan Jun's pulse.

The wrist, which should have been as still as stagnant water, was pulsing like a spring; the pulse at the inch, bar, and cubit positions was soft yet powerful, with a steady rhythm, sinking and continuous.

"You mean?!" Upon hearing this, Lingxiang sat up in shock, spilling her soup bowl all over the floor.

The five limbs of a person are connected to the heart pulse; where there is a pulse, there is a heart.

Nanshan Jun had entered the Human Dao!

The Demon Race has never been tolerated by heaven and earth since ancient times; to think they could actually return to the Human Dao—could it be that what is written in books is not true?

Lingxiang had once seen things about the Demon Race in Tumi Xianzi's notes, but not a single word was mentioned about Nanshan Jun; did Tumi Xianzi intentionally hide it, or did she forget?

This was no simple matter; Lingxiang did not believe her mother would be so careless; there must be a hidden story!

Lingxiang looked at Wumin Jun with scrutiny, and immediately began to calculate in her heart.

Even if Wumin Jun had known her mother for a long time, what did that have to do with her? And to tell these past events in such detail—what did it have to do with the scars on his face? Could it be that he was expecting her to help him fix his face?

It was not that she couldn't do it, but Lingxiang felt that the mere fact that Wumin Jun was an old acquaintance of her mother was not enough to make her exert herself; besides, as it stood, everything was just Wumin Jun's one-sided story.

He knew her mother, not her; what the hell did it have to do with her! Besides, if this guy hadn't let Mo Zun Boyan go back then, would there be all these damn messes now?

"Do you know why my father rebelled against the Demon Realm?"

Seeing Lingxiang sit back down with an indifferent expression, Wumin Jun sighed and asked.

Lingxiang did not answer, only pretending to hold the soup bowl, not noticing that the bowl was already completely empty.

"The Former Demon Venerable appeared to ruin the Demon Realm, but in reality, he wanted to filter and preserve the strength of the Demon Race to plan for the future recovery of the human world and revitalize the prestige of the Human Emperor. And my father doing so also had reasons he could not help but stop."

Reasons? What reasons could there be? Wasn't it just for that bit of power on the throne? Could it possibly be for the sake of all living things?

Ha! As a human, she, Lingxiang, did not think she had that kind of enlightenment, let alone a demon.

Then again, maybe not; after all, he had already entered the Human Dao.

Lingxiang shrugged, mocking herself for being too shallow—how petty, how petty! How could she measure others by her own standards?

Very well, she would listen to what he had to say; what kind of irresistible reason could there be to usurp the throne?

After deciding, Lingxiang rubbed the bowl in her hands and looked at Wumin Jun with raised eyebrows.

"Zhen Yiniang is pregnant."

Wumin Jun said with a furrowed brow; his face, divided in two, made his expression look half worried and half pained.

"Who?" Lingxiang did not know if she had truly not heard clearly or if she subconsciously did not want to think in that direction, so she blurted out the question.

With a long sigh, Wumin Jun lowered his eyes.

"It is the woman my father fell in love with in the human world."

"Hiss!"

This was the umpteenth time Lingxiang had gasped in cold air today, but this time it was truly from the bottom of her heart.

The union of the Demon Race and the human race is certainly no trivial matter!