Chapter 494: The Conservative Who Thinks the Radicals Are Too Conservative

Inside a sealed room at Zhenmo Pass.

The God of Plague is locked up with ten Outer Realm Demon Race members of the same cultivation level, and he is using the plagues he can spread to test them one by one to see if he can infect them.

Sun Wukong watches this scene from outside and sighs sincerely, "Our master is truly the most conservative conservative in the world."

In this world, there is no one more conservative than her, yet she is a conservative who thinks the radicals are too conservative.

Yang Jian, however, finds this move by Tang An quite interesting, "Why has no Guardian thought of this before?"

Not to mention other Guardians, even he had never thought of these methods.

He had never even imagined that a Jinx and a God of Plague could exert such powerful lethality.

Nezha stares fixedly into the room, "The Outer Realm Demon Race has a unique constitution; the plague spread by the God of Plague has yet to take effect."

He does not want to be happy too soon, because if it does not work, Tang An will surely be disappointed and unhappy.

"How about I stab them and wound them first?"

As long as they are left with a breath, in a state of serious injury, it is naturally easier to be infected by the plague.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian exchange a glance, a look that is very thought-provoking.

After all, in their view, one living Yama is already uncommon. Having two together is even rarer.

"You don't need to be nervous," Tang An says, coming over while gnawing on an Immortal Fruit, "Just keep trying slowly; we aren't in a hurry."

"If it doesn't work, then have the Jinx come over too, and see if the God of Plague and the Jinx together will bring any different surprises."

Half a month later, at night.

When Tang An appears here again, she has come because she received good news.

The God of Plague's initial plague was indeed ineffective against the Outer Realm Demon Race. But after the Jinx joined in, the Outer Realm Demon Race began to have bad luck.

With the addition of bad luck, and the fact that they were cut off from the dark Qi of the Outer Domain, they quickly became weak.

It just so happens that a certain epidemic is perfectly effective against the weakened Outer Realm Demon Race.

All the Outer Realm Demon Race members infected by the plague have their bodies fester and swell, with Demonic Qi backflowing into their heart meridians; some die within an hour of the onset of the disease, turning into pus and black blood.

"Not enough, still not enough."

Tang An looks at the God of Plague, "Research this epidemic, improve the power of the epidemic. They are all your test subjects."

"When this master completely resolves the Outer Realm Demon Race in the future, you two gods will have performed a great service."

"There might not necessarily be Merit, but the benefits this master promised you will certainly be fulfilled."

What benefits?

Naturally, it is to give these two gods a promotion and a raise, and let someone else take over these two unpopular god positions.

But now, it seems they are not so repulsed by these two god positions anymore. In this place, they have even found a sense of superiority and the feeling of being needed.

"We are willing to follow Chang'an Princess to the death."

"Mm."

Tang An flashes away and returns to the peak of Zhenmo Pass, atop a thousand-foot-high building.

She is wearing a red dress with golden runes flickering, which looks striking in the night.

"Snow."

Tang An feels a moment of coolness on her skin and looks up; it is starting to snow in the sky.

"Is it time for the New Year again?"

She can no longer remember how many years it has been since she transmigrated. But the last time she celebrated the New Year properly was when she was on the journey to the West.

Everything after that was one thing after another; how could she have the heart to celebrate the New Year?

Nezha appears silently beside Tang An and drapes a black cloak over her as she half-leans against the roof ridge.

"Why do you always wear a red dress?"

He knows that what Tang An has always liked is light green and light blue—one is the image of vibrant life, the other symbolizes the freedom of the sky.

But ever since Zhenmo Pass was opened, her clothes have changed to a combination of red and black.

Tang An gives a bitter smile and gestures for Nezha to look inside and outside Zhenmo Pass.

Inside Zhenmo Pass is the prosperous scene of the Great Tang people living and working in peace and contentment, with lights shining bright and doors left unlocked at night.

In the winter snow, women stop to admire the snowflakes, others hurry home on the road, and the common people sigh that with the protection of Chang'an Princess, it is another year of auspicious snow promising a good harvest.

And outside Zhenmo Pass is endless desolation, a darkness that has no end in sight.

"It's not that I like wearing red; it's just the manifestation of the laws of the Great Dao condensed on my body, forming a dharma robe."

"But I think red and black are actually quite good; at least even if I get hurt and bleed, it won't be discovered by the enemy."

"You think so too, don't you?"

Nezha is choked by Tang An's question; he did indeed think so before.

When he kills, he often disregards his own safety. And effectively hiding one's injuries can better intimidate the enemy psychologically.

"I want to have a proper talk with you." This is the first time Nezha has taken the initiative to open up to Tang An.

"Don't leave, and don't change the subject, okay?" His tone carries a hint of pleading.

Tang An takes a deep breath, and finally, she does not escape again.

"No rush, the night is long, let's talk slowly." She takes out a tea table from the Wealth Gathering Ring.

And Nezha skillfully boils water and makes tea for her.

When the tea is ready, Tang An pours a cup for each of them. Nezha does not speak for a long time, and she does not urge him.

Because she knows that for Nezha to want to clarify everything, given his personality, he must have made a great determination.

Nezha hesitates for a long while before saying, "Can you tell a lie?"

Tang An is amused by him, "A blockhead as blunt as you, even if you've finally figured things out, it's hard to stop being single."

"Answer me." Nezha is very serious.

Tang An took a deep breath and sipped her hot tea. "Ask away, I will tell you the truth."

Nezha looked into Tang An's eyes, and Tang An met his gaze without the slightest bit of guilt.

"Good." He trusted her.

"Have you already made all your plans?"

"Everything you are doing right now is to thoroughly finish off the Outer Realm Demon Race as quickly as possible and end all of this, isn't it?"

Tang An nodded, "Mm."

"I am tired; I am weary of being manipulated and of a life spent fighting and killing every single day."

"So I want to disregard everything and be determined to fight for a bit of peace."

"I want to take all the Merit from completely eradicating the Outer Realm Demon Race to gamble on a possible new beginning in Reincarnation."

"If I fail, it will be a release for me. I can also use the Merit to trade for a good life for my grandmother and mother."

"Even if that good life does not include me, I will have no complaints and will feel genuinely happy for them."

Her smile carried bitterness, yet also a sense of relief and the ease of being unburdened.

"Even if the final result is to become the Heavenly Dao, I will accept it. At the very least, I have tried and struggled against it with no regard for anything."

"There are regrets, but I do not regret it."

"Of course, if I succeed, that would be even better, wouldn't it?"

Nezha listened to Tang An candidly reveal her plan, a faint, gratified smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

At the very least, this time she was truly being honest and had not deceived or hidden anything.

He stood up and came before Tang An, crouched down, and reached out to brush the snowflakes from her hair.

He knew she wanted to stand in the snow, but he could not bear for her to suffer the cold.

"Have you truly never felt a moment of attraction toward me?"