NCCnovel Chapter 320 Tricked by the Inner Demon
Chapter 320 Tricked by the Inner Demon
Kongmingzi's silk threads traveled through Xue Lan's body, probing the flow of spiritual energy within her.
For a full fifteen minutes, everyone around was completely silent.
But this quietness is only superficial.
Xue Lan was in so much pain that she was somewhat dazed, her mind filled with the voices of Ling Yuanzi and Xue Tong.
Xue Tong: "Oh my god, this time it's really my fault. I should have known better than to force you to regain your sense of pain. The child has suffered so much."
Xue Lan responded weakly, "I know, thank you for your pity."
Ling Yuanzi: "It's not that Master doesn't want to help you, you know Master is afraid..."
Xue Lan interrupted the old man's long-winded speech in her mind: "I know, Master, I know."
After all, she was scared too.
What sins did you commit to be in such pain and dazed, yet you still have to comfort me...?
wrong!
The moment she realized something was wrong, the woman, who had been looking extremely pained with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Ling Yuanzi's expression changed as he reached out halfway. Before Xue Lan could launch a counterattack with her full spiritual power, he used all of his cultivation to suppress her.
Although Ling Yuanzi's cultivation level had dropped by a major realm, he was still a sword cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. His spiritual power surged like a surging ocean against Xue Lan's defenses.
The sword intent contained within it directly pried open the outermost layer of defense that Xue Lan had placed in his sea of consciousness.
Xue Lan heard a cracking sound, and she was shocked. She quickly mobilized her divine sense to suppress it.
But it is already late.
A wisp of demonic energy directly entangled the incomparably sharp sword intent at the front, breaking it in two!
Ling Yuanzi was terrified and stopped his attack the instant the sword intent shattered.
"Evil spirit!"
As soon as Ling Yuanzi uttered those two words, Kong Mingzi beside him had already begun to move, and the tip of the silk thread that had entered Xue Lan's brow quickly probed inward.
Just as the demonic energy was about to dissipate, it caught a wisp of it.
Kong Mingzi retracted the silk thread, gazing at the small black section at the tip, his voice laced with a chilling coldness Xue Lan had never experienced before:
"I think you two have a death wish!"
The words Ling Yuanzi uttered just now revealed that he knew Xue Lan had demonic energy within her.
And Xue Lan.
Kong Mingzi looked at the woman sitting in the chair, and Xue Lan gave him a fawning smile.
With that laugh, his mouth, which had been tightly closed, opened a crack.
Bright red blood flowed uncontrollably, soaking a large area of the woman's clothes at the chest.
"Lanlan!" Ling Yuanzi stepped forward worriedly, pressed down on Xue Lan's shoulder, and channeled some spiritual energy into the person.
Kongmingzi did not make a move. He took two steps back and shook his head.
After a moment, the middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, his fingertips still trembling:
Are you Xue Lan?
Xue Lan didn't know what to say, so she slowly stood up from her chair: "Uncle-Master..."
Kong Mingzi asked again, "Are you Xue Lan?"
Xue Lan nodded slowly.
Kongmingzi looked at the woman in front of him, and closed his eyes in anguish.
Yin Shishi, standing to the side, was too shocked to utter a single word.
Kongmingzi seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and he slowly looked at Lingyuanzi.
The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse: "Didn't you say you had a way?"
"Why did it end up like this?"
Ling Yuanzi stepped in front of Xue Lan: "Senior Brother!"
Xue Lan had a gut feeling that there was something between the two of them that she didn't know, but she couldn't ask right now.
The woman clutched her chest and coughed up another mouthful of blood. Her gray eyes were lowered, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
Xue Tong's mind was completely blank. The girl looked at Kong Mingzi and Ling Yuanzi, and then at her host.
"What is this now..."
Xue Lan didn't know why, but this time she couldn't stop the blood flowing from her body.
The woman's voice sounded somewhat muffled and tired:
"I was tricked by my inner demons."
No wonder his strength didn't improve much after consuming so many demon remnants; he was waiting for the right opportunity.
A cold, mocking voice came from within his sea of consciousness:
"Xue Lan, I'll tentatively admit that your master is a good person who is willing to protect you, and your sect is also a good sect willing to protect the innate sword bone."
"I'm just curious, would they still let you into the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop if you're a disciple who's already fallen into demonic possession!"
"Having cultivated a demonic heart for so many years, what if these shallow cultivators discovered that their beloved disciple wasn't actually burdened by a demonic heart, but was originally a demon within himself..."
When the inner demon said this, his tone was tinged with an undeniable pleasure.
Xue Lan sighed softly: "I don't know where you get your confidence from."
"It's just a minor oversight. Rewind the Sun-Tracing Mirror..."
The woman made the hand seal for the Sun-Tracing Mirror before Xue Lan could react, but the seal only appeared on Xue Lan's fingertips for a moment before shattering like a real mirror.
Xue Lan's gray eyes trembled.
"Xue Lan, return to the Upper Realm and reclaim your body," the inner demon said calmly.
"End this ridiculous plan. Even if you're plagued by inner demons, don't drag others into it."
"Xue Lan!" Xue Tong noticed something was wrong with Xue Lan immediately. The girl squatted down in front of Xue Lan and reached out to grab her blood-covered hand.
"How can you be like this! Sometimes you're incredibly resilient, and other times you're so fragile!"
"Don't die!"
Xue Lan's long eyelashes trembled twice, and through the gap where Ling Yuanzi's arm was raised, her gray-white eyes stared blankly at Kong Mingzi.
Her voice was still hoarse: "Master Uncle, are you going to kill me?"
The voice was soft, like that of a small animal.
Looking at the woman's current state, Kong Mingzi hardened his heart, drew his sword, and pointed it at Xue Lan:
"Xie Linghuan, do you really intend to let a disciple who has fallen into demonic possession enter the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop?" the middle-aged man asked slowly.
"If something were to happen to her, a fire elemental root, in the secret realm..."
The middle-aged man's voice was filled with suppressed, deep emotions: "What are you going to do about the human race? What are you going to do about the demon race?"
"What will happen to the common people who descended to the mortal realm during the Yuan and Ming dynasties?"
"Take her back," Kongmingzi thought.
Regardless of what others did, they secretly brought her back and raised her on Qingyu Peak.
If there is truly no other way, then let the people of your own sect settle the matter.
Unbeknownst to the immortal, every word and phrase of his proposed punishment was intended to protect Xue Lan.
But Xue Lan didn't know...
Within Xue Lan's sea of consciousness, the inner demon held a teacup in its hand, observing the scene outside with great interest.
"Xue Lan, your senior uncle is a good person."
"Those who practice medicine and help others are all good people, but these good people can be very cruel to those close to them." The inner demon's voice carried a hint of melancholy.
"If you continue down the path you've chosen, you'll become a good person too."
"But I refuse!"
This was the first time the inner demon had revealed some of her inner thoughts to Xue Lan.
Tianhun was a lone wolf, always thinking that he could die alone.
Xue Lan smiled slightly: "We're all trapped!"
"I seek salvation, while you seek end."
"Perhaps they will never reconcile!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the inner demon heard a click.
Her demonic energy surged: "Xue Lan!"
Xue Lan gently adjusted the Sun-Tracing Mirror, and a layer of white light enveloped the surroundings:
"It can't end yet!" she murmured softly, her voice tinged with grievance.
"I don't want to be targeted and killed by my superiors..."