Chapter 97: Volume 1 Chapter 97 Demon Lord x Nine-Tailed Fox x Righteous Sect Leader (2)

The transmitted feeling was sincere and delicate; Fu Xue had a moment of daze, his eyes veiled by a white film were slightly dull; vaguely, he felt a shaft of pale warm light pouring down.

His thin lips curled slightly.

The lattice window table was covered with alternating bright and dark night colors; the moonlight was faint.

The next morning.

Jiang Zhi, coming downstairs, saw more cultivators in the inn, from various sects, their bodies exuding an otherworldly aura unlike mortals, aloof yet inspiring respect.

The cultivation world is divided into four major sects and five minor ones, with the Riding Sword Sect as the leader; the sect is filled with abundant, vigorous spiritual energy, its disciples wearing blue Sword Shadow sect robes that stand out, their swords sharp and fierce, keeping others at a distance.

It is surprising to see disciples of the Riding Sword Sect in an inn of such a remote small town; evidently, the demonic aura in Nan Guan Town mentioned by the carriage driver is extraordinary.

The demon race is the most dangerous and feared among all races; they cultivate using worldly evil and demonic arts, their cultivation speed far surpassing that of cultivators and the divine race.

However, in ancient times, the demon race was sealed by the creator god, their power greatly restricted, and they cannot leave the demon realm.

In the cultivation world, each sect possesses divine artifacts; once demonic aura threatens the mortal realm, the artifacts will manifest.

The Riding Sword Sect is the greatest sect; those who go out are all direct disciples, and cultivators from neighboring sects often sneak curious glances at them.

Jiang Zhi possesses a magical item that can conceal her demonic aura, given to her by the original host's mother; cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage cannot detect her identity.

And the antagonist Fu Xue, punished by the Heavenly Dao, had his demonic aura temporarily removed, reduced to a mortal; in others' eyes, he is merely an ordinary blind mortal.

Jiang Zhi supported Fu Xue as they went downstairs; their disguised appearances had almost no presence.

"Nan Guan Town has been corroded by demonic aura; no one survived, and for now we cannot trace the source of the demonic aura."

"Not long ago the demon lord was punished by the Heavenly Dao, yet demonic aura has appeared again today; it seems the demon race has lost its master and is acting recklessly."

"The demon race is no longer to be feared; they should also disappear from the three realms."

The news of the demon lord's punishment by the Heavenly Dao spread throughout the three realms in just two days.

Everyone was overjoyed, yet they also feared the Heavenly Dao from the depths of their bones.

An existence above the three realms.

Fu Xue, sitting in an inconspicuous corner, listened to the cultivators' conversation; the brows, painted like an ink wash, twitched slightly.

Although the words were unfamiliar, he felt a hint of familiarity.

It was as if something faintly surfaced from the forgotten, lost memories.

The inn was full of people; a group of sect disciples arrived in succession, their uniforms luxurious and expensive, with golden-threaded hems on long sleeves, exuding an indescribable oppressive aura as they walked.

Everyone glanced at them and recognized their identity.

Only the Flame Refining Sect could be so ostentatious.

"Hey, get up, make space." The youth had a fire mark on his forehead, making his brows and eyes brilliantly striking.

Jiang Zhi, who was eating a chicken leg, heard the voice, raised her brows, met that lofty gaze, glanced around, and saw many people's eyes turning toward them.

Instantly, their presence surged.

"Why us?" She had disguised herself to be unremarkable, but her amber eyes, as if soaked in spring water, drew people in, yet held a coldness within.

The arrogant youth, upon seeing her eyes, felt his heart skip, his body stiffened unnaturally, and with an unsteady breath he said: "These, are they enough for you to make way?"

Having spoken, he lightly tossed out a heavy money bag.

All gold, very valuable.

Jiang Zhi glanced indifferently at the money bag on the table, arms crossed, and gave a soft hum: "I don't need these."

She could conjure gold at will; to her it was like trash.

These words left the youth's expression stunned; he glared at the money bag, then looked at the mortal before him.

In the mortal world, gold is obviously important to them.

Fu Xue, sitting opposite her, stood up and softly said: "Madam, I've finished eating; let's go."

As soon as he spoke, all eyes fell on him.

Upon seeing his eyes that had lost their luster, thoughts varied.

His appearance was ordinary, and he was blind.

The brocade-robed youth looked at the speaking man, his brows furrowed, a hint of irritation arising in his heart.

He hadn't expected that the girl before him was already married.

Those eyes were a beauty he had never seen before.

Jiang Zhi's face lost its chill, her brows and eyes softened into a smile; at first glance she radiated a loveliness that ought not appear on her.

"Mm, then let's go." She said, reaching out to support him as they prepared to leave.

Seeing this, the youth stepped forward, blocking her path, his tone obstinate: "No, I can give you whatever you want."

No one had ever dared to refuse him.

Jiang Zhi sensed a sudden faint chill emanating from Fu Xue's body.

His brows and eyes drooped, his tone as calm as ever.

"Madam, we should go."

Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel gazes from all directions; the youth's gaze falling on the lady beside him made him quite displeased.

He had forgotten what the lady looked like, yet others could see her appearance, which caused a dark sentiment to arise in his heart.

Jiang Zhi saw a different emotion from a man for the first time, she slightly curved the corners of her eyes, her voice soft: "Okay."

The two were merely mortals, yet their bodies bore an aura unlike that of ordinary people.

The brocade-robed youth watched the two depart, while his fellow disciples behind him whispered.

"That woman's looks are not bad, but her taste in men is poor."

"A blind man; I don't know what she's after."

Fu Xue, having walked out of the inn, heard their conversation.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, facing the sunlight; the alternating light and dark area was precisely the girl's direction.

"Husband, I have a way to restore your sight."

Her voice remained as bright and pleasingly clear as ever.

Fuxue's expression paused slightly, "How to restore sight?"

Jiang Zhi smiled, her tone confident: "I won't tell you yet."

To restore the villain Fuxue's sight, one must absorb demonic energy.

And demonic energy would also hinder the task of making him "become a good person."

Jiang Zhi was well aware.

Making him a good person is impossible; whether the villain loses his memory or not, he cannot be thoroughly turned good.

All we can do is stop him from doing evil.

Heading toward Nanguan Village takes a day and night on foot, but a cultivator flying on a sword needs only half a day.

Night fell.

The fire dispelled the surrounding darkness, and the forest was tranquil and silent.

Jiang Zhi rose to stir the fire, when she suddenly sensed something amiss.

A mist formed from pitch-black fog surged toward them, bringing a chill like that of a hellish ice cellar.

Jiang Zhi immediately sensed something wrong, picked up a branch from the ground, and opposed it with her qi.

That was demonic energy.

She had concealed her demonic aura, making it hard to resist that demonic energy; just as it was about to erode her, a sharp sword light flashed before her eyes, and in an instant the demonic energy vanished.