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Chapter 30

As the midnight hour approached, it was the best time for the gates of the underworld to open, yet Liushuang still hadn’t seen Shaoyou.

The moon was cool like water as she held the Transcendent Mirror in her arms, a faint sadness in her heart.

It was only now that she realized how fortunate she had been in her previous life, when she had met Shaoyou by chance.

Without doing anything for him, she had still received his care and gentleness.

“Don’t wait any longer, he won’t come.”

Liu Shuang turned around and saw Yan Chaosheng standing behind her, arms crossed.

His eyes were filled with a cold mockery, “I just saw Feng Caiyi having drinks with him.”

It would have been better if Yan Chaosheng hadn’t appeared, but now that he did, Liu Shuang realized that it had been many days since she last saw him.

“What have you been doing these days? Why haven’t I seen you around?”

Yan Chaosheng sneered, “What, do you need me to tell you where I’ve been? You’re busy guarding Jimo Shaoyou every day; do you still care where I go?”

Liu Shuang thought to herself: Why is he so irritable? She hadn’t expected such a sharp response to a simple question.

The Transcendent Mirror in her arms glowed brightly, and the two locked eyes.

She stared at him in confusion, wondering why he seemed so irritated, especially after she had waved a dagger at him before, and he hadn’t reacted like this.

Yan Chaosheng was the first to avert his gaze, his face cold, no longer looking at her.

Liu Shuang pouted.

She didn’t care where he had been, as long as he wasn’t causing trouble in Kunlun Immortal Realm.

As the midnight hour approached, she didn’t have time for these trivial matters with Yan Chaosheng.

Shaoyou’s absence made her a little downhearted.

Liu Shuang had already considered this worst-case scenario.

If Shaoyou didn’t come, she would still have to go to the Ghost Realm.

Bai Yuxiao had only lent her the Transcendent Mirror for one day, and if she missed this opportunity, she wouldn’t be able to find Shaoyou’s mother’s soul.

Not only would Shaoyou’s impression of her not improve, but she would also fail to borrow the Shennong Cauldron.

However, Liu Shuang didn’t intend to act tough.

She had a Shadow Recording Bead on her, so if she couldn’t bring back Shaoyou’s mother’s residual soul, at least she could bring back the image, and Shaoyou would still believe her.

Liu Shuang steeled herself, casting a spell to draw blood from her heart, dripping it onto the Transcendent Mirror.

The water patterns absorbed her blood, becoming even brighter, almost as luminous as the moon.

Liushuang pressed her hand against the mirror, and the Transcendent Mirror seemed to come alive.

The water ripples undulated like the tides, beginning to continuously draw in her spiritual energy.

Sweat beaded on Liu Shuang’s forehead.

Bai Yuxiao had warned her that using the Transcendent Mirror came with a price—not only did it require three drops of heart blood, but it also had to absorb the user’s spiritual energy to traverse the Eight Wilderness in an instant.

The further she went, the more spiritual energy would be absorbed.

At this moment, the water patterns on the Transcendent Mirror became even more turbulent, the mirror almost like a greedy mouth, nearly draining all the immortal energy Liu Shuang had cultivated recently.

Cold sweat drenched Liu Shuang, and suddenly, her wrist was gripped by a hand.

“You’ve lost your mind!” Yan Chaosheng said, “Are you really going this far to borrow the Shennong Cauldron? Or is it for Jimo Shaoyou?”

By the last few words, his tone had turned cold.

Liu Shuang hurriedly said, “Let go of me!”

Once the Transcendent Mirror activated, if he kept holding her, he would be sucked into the mirror as well.

Yan Chaosheng tried to pull her hand away, attempting to sever her connection to the mirror, but once the mirror had absorbed the user’s heart blood, it wouldn’t stop.

He tried several times, but the girl’s hand seemed to be firmly attached to the mirror.

The two stared at each other.

Yan Chaosheng’s expression grew darker.

“Fool, you’re being drained of your spiritual energy by this mirror. Do you want to die?”

Liu Shuang was displeased.

He wasn’t even a Demon Lord yet, just a small disciple of Kongsang, and now he called her a fool?

After not seeing each other for a few days, Yan Chaosheng had stopped pretending to be respectful?

She retorted, “Then why don’t you let go of me? Do you want to die with me? You don’t seem all that smart either.”

The hand on her wrist stiffened.

Yan Chaosheng shot her a cold glance, then slowly released her.

Liu Shuang thought to herself, luckily he let go in time.

The next moment, the Transcendent Mirror’s light grew even more intense.

Liu Shuang felt a surge of joy as her figure was sucked into the mirror.

The world spun and shifted, and it seemed like someone had followed her into the mirror.

Liu Shuang didn’t have time to check the situation.

She held her breath, retracting her dissipating immortal energy.

Having lived in the Ghost Realm in her past life, she knew how dangerous it was there.

Now, it was 700 years ago, before Yan Chaosheng had become a Demon Lord, and the Ghost Realm, without his suppression, would undoubtedly be even more chaotic.

After retracting her spiritual power for safety, Liushuang didn’t want to be eaten by the many ghost cultivators the moment she arrived.

When he jumped into the Transcendent Mirror alongside Chishui Liushuang, Yan Chaosheng briefly regretted it.

He wasn’t someone who acted impulsively.

The journey from Kongsang to Kunlun had brought many unexpected events, and the most complex emotion in his heart was the young miss of Kongsang’s covetous interest in him.

She had been kind to him in every way—healing his injuries, standing in front of him, guarding him through the night in the Ten Thousand Souls Tomb… Even when she saw his ugly, pitch-black snake scales, she didn’t show any disgust, even removing her clothes for him to wear.

Yet, ironically, she was also the most infuriating one.

If it weren’t for her recklessness, causing his cultivation to be destroyed, he would have been preparing for the great competition by now, not currently racking his brain to recover his cultivation.

These past few days, two voices had been echoing in Yan Chaosheng’s mind.

One voice said her affection wasn’t sincere, that she was just like those female demons who might have been temporarily attracted to his appearance.

There were many chaotic immortals in the Eight Wilderness, and she, being an immortal from the Chishui lineage, a future ruler of a great immortal realm, would never fall for a disciple with a demon bloodline.

— You’ve always been one to hold grudges, so you shouldn’t let her off this time. It would be best to use her to restore your cultivation, then deal with her and Bai Yuxiao.

The other voice defended her, saying it was Bai Yuxiao’s fault and that she had been trying to fix things.

Besides, without her help, you might have already died.

Letting her go once wouldn’t hurt.

At six hundred years old, Yan Chaoshen was still a youth compared to many powerful demons.

He hadn’t yet gone through many trials, and he hadn’t fully become cold-hearted and detached.

He still couldn’t sort out his thoughts: should he coldly keep his distance from Chishui Liushuang, making sure she didn’t harbor any unrealistic hopes, and let her off this time? Or should he simply use her and then kill her afterward?

However, he didn’t expect her to be guarding Jimo Shaoyou every day.

Once, when he passed by her, she didn’t even turn her head and just walked toward Jimo Shaoyou’s immortal pavilion.

Yan Chaosheng raised his hand and crushed the nearby branches and leaves.

He knew she was pretending to care for Jimo Shaoyou to borrow the Shennong Cauldron.

But her enthusiasm was really annoying.

He should have just strangled her, no hesitation.

However, when he saw her recklessly using the Transcendent Mirror, he was furious.

His suspicions flared up again—was she trying to recover her own face or trying to restore her previous fiancé Jimo Shaoyou?

When she angrily asked if he wanted to die with her, Yan Chaosheng immediately let go of her hand, coldly thinking to himself, “Fine, go die. If you die, I won’t have to keep worrying about how to treat you.”

But when the girl’s pale face was sucked into the Transcendent Mirror, his mind went blank for a moment.

He instinctively wanted to pull her back, but instead, he was also drawn into the mirror.

Yan Chaosheng hadn’t given his heart blood, so he was much more awake than Liu Shuang, who had fallen into a chaotic state.

As they were sucked into the Transcendent Mirror, a figure in green appeared, and Jimo Shaoyou had actually arrived at the last moment, falling into the mirror with them.

Shaoyou had still believed Liu Shuang.

For some reason, in that moment, Yan Chaosheng felt a faint displeasure in his heart.

At this moment, Yan Chaosheng stood on a pile of white bones, with a river of faintly burning ghostly flames stretching in the distance.

When he turned around, he saw Liu Shuang and Jimo Shaoyou.

Liu Shuang was unconscious by the river, and Shaoyou was supporting her.

He looked down at her, his expression still as neutral as that of an immortal lord, neither showing joy nor sorrow.

After a moment, he looked across the river, paused, and prepared to lift Liu Shuang.

A hand stopped him.

Shaoyou turned around and saw a smiling, cold young man.

The young man curved his lips, “The young miss of Kongsang doesn’t need to trouble the immortal lord. Let me handle it.”

Shao You had a sharp memory and immediately recognized this young man as the one who had come with the Chi Shui immortal.

Even with Shaoyou’s sharp sight, he could only tell that this young man carried demonic blood, but couldn’t discern which demon’s lineage he belonged to.

The young man’s aura was chaotic, like being enveloped in layers of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

The young man sneered, “Young master Jimo tried to use his immortal power to probe me, but that’s hardly polite.”

Shaoyou was surprised by his sharpness but maintained his indifferent expression.

“My apologies,” he said.

The atmosphere of their confrontation made Shaoyou realize that this disciple of Kongsang seemed to dislike him.

Considering he was Liu Shuang’s companion, Shaoyou didn’t insist and handed her over to him.

Yan Chaosheng didn’t say much more.

He took Liu Shuang and placed her on his back.

Turning around, he asked, “Young master Jimo, do you know where this place is and how to proceed?”

Shaoyou pondered for a moment, “If I’m not mistaken, this should be the Ghost Realm, the Never Forget City. Crossing the Fire River leads to the resting place of the previous Ghost King’s soul.”

Yan Chaosheng gave a hypocritical smile.

“Young master Jimo has good insight.”

Yan Chaosheng had heard legends of the Ghost Realm, but since ancient times, the Demon Realm and the Ghost Realm had been unrelated.

The only connection between them might be that when demons died, they, too, became ghosts.

He hadn’t expected Chishui Liushuang to be so bold, actually using the Transcendent Mirror to enter the Ghost Realm.

The current Ghost Realm was leaderless, filled with drifting souls.

Some of them wandered out of the Ghost Realm, unwilling to reincarnate, and thus harmed the most vulnerable humans.

The Fire River of the Underworld made it impossible to use spiritual energy, so they couldn’t fly across; they had to wade through it step by step.

Shaoyou was the first to step onto the purple-red Underworld Flames.

His steps were steady and unhurried, not at all like someone walking on flames capable of burning both body and soul.

Instead, it looked as if he were strolling through a garden.

Soon, Yan Chaosheng frowned and followed, stepping onto the flames as well.

The Fire River was vast, seemingly endless, like a sea with no visible end.

Shaoyou thought that the disciple from Kongsang would not last much longer and would soon ask him for help, but by the time they had crossed halfway, the disciple still hadn’t uttered a word.

Shaoyou turned around and saw Yan Chaosheng steadily carrying Liu Shuang across the Fire River.

The blue flames reflected in Yan Chaosheng’s eyes, casting a strange, dark glow.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, yet he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he hand Liu Shuang over to Shaoyou.

Shaoyou sighed.

He had cultivated for nearly ten thousand years to reach this level of power, and his immortal body had been refined to withstand both water and fire.

This young man was clearly one who could endure.

“Give the young miss of Chishui to me.”

Carrying someone across the Fire River would subject one to double the pain of the burns.

The young man looked at him indifferently.

“No need. I can carry her across myself.”

With that, Yan Chaosheng walked past Shaoyou.

Shaoyou withdrew his hand without saying anything.

After crossing the Fire River, they were finally free from the agonizing burn of the ghostly flames.

Shaoyou remained untouched, but when he turned to look at Yan Chaosheng, he saw that the young man’s boots were nearly burned through, yet the girl was still sound asleep on his back.

Shaoyou said, “You’re very kind to the young miss of Kongsang.”

Yan Chaosheng sneered.

“She is the young miss of Kongsang, and as a disciple of Kongsang, it’s only natural to try to please her.”

While they were talking, Liu Shuang, having overexerted her spiritual energy, finally woke up.

The first thing she saw was not Yan Chaosheng beneath her or the Fire River behind them, but Shaoyou beside her, his gaze clean and indifferent.

Shaoyou was looking at her.

When he saw she was awake, he smiled faintly.

“Is the Chishui young miss alright?”

Liu Shuang hadn’t expected that Shaoyou had followed her into the Ghost Realm, that he had truly trusted her.

She felt a joy in her heart and smiled softly.

“I’m fine, Shaoyou. Thank you for believing in me.”

A trace of warmth flickered in Shaoyou’s eyes as he smiled without speaking.

Liu Shuang was about to say something else when, suddenly, her body was lifted into the air and thrown down.

She was caught off guard by the fall, sitting dazedly on the ground.

Her bottom hurt, and she winced in pain.

When she looked up, she saw a cold, mocking face.

Yan Chaosheng stood above her, his tone as indifferent as ever.

“The young miss seems full of energy. It seems that crossing the previous Ghost King’s burial ground alone shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving only his back.

Liu Shuang blinked, her eyes wide.

Yan Chaosheng… How did he also come in?

 

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