Thriving after the Moon Falls (I Can’t Possibly Take Pity On A Demon) - Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Yan Chaosheng had just emerged from the cold pool when he heard Fuheng reporting from outside the door that Liu Shuang had escaped.
Gritting his teeth, he suppressed the restlessness of his primordial form and rose from the cold pool.
Fuheng glanced at him, seemingly wanting to say something, but upon seeing Yan Chaosheng’s expression, he ultimately remained silent.
By the time they reached the barrier, Lao He had already been tied up by Liu Shuang.
The demon general was in a sorry state, bound hand and foot by a Ten Commandments Ring, lying on the ground, cursing loudly.
Meanwhile, Chishui Liushuang lightly tapped her toes, about to break through the barrier and head to the Weak Water.
If Yan Chaosheng had hesitated for even a moment and arrived a step later, she would have succeeded.
Seeing this, Fuheng moved to stop Liu Shuang, striking out with a palm.
Fuheng’s palm strike was fierce, carrying a vicious demonic energy.
The girl turned her head, her expression growing more cautious, but she did not retreat, instead meeting his palm with her own.
Immortal and demonic energies exploded simultaneously, causing a distant pine tree to collapse with a loud crash.
Yan Chaosheng watched coldly, neither helping Fuheng nor stopping Liu Shuang.
For the first time, he realized how quickly the power of an ancient bloodline could grow upon awakening.
In just half a year, she had made tremendous progress.
He had underestimated her.
The immortal who had once been bound by the Ten Commandments Ring could now come and go as she pleased.
Fuheng had consumed all the demon cores accumulated by the previous mountain lord, and now possessed at least a thousand years of cultivation.
Yet Chishui Liushuang was now able to fight Fuheng to a standstill.
Yan Chaosheng remembered that on the day they faced Bi Xun, she had been completely defenseless.
Fuheng was also puzzled.
The mountain lord had climbed out of the cold pool, only to stand nearby and watch, neither acting nor expressing any opinion.
Fuheng, being a demon, used underhanded techniques.
When he formed his fingers into sharp claws to slash at the immortal’s waist, a cold light struck, forcing him to quickly retract his hand.
He glanced at the mountain lord, uncertain.
Because he was holding back, Chishui Liushuang soon gained the upper hand.
The mountain lord continued to watch them calmly.
Just as she was about to break free from the encirclement, a cold, ink-red whip coiled around her waist, pulling her down with immense force.
Liu Shuang fell back into the formation, and another magic tool from Yan Chaosheng’s sleeve activated instantly, binding her tightly.
It was a golden-red rope, used by the previous mountain lord to bind formidable enemies.
Fuheng turned to report, “Mountain Lord.”
Yan Chaosheng retracted the whip.
Liu Shuang looked back at him, feeling extremely frustrated.
What was going on? He had actually rushed out of the cold pool, risking his own life, just to capture her.
Was being the mountain lord really worth such dedication?
Wouldn’t it be better for everyone to live rather than die together?
Yan Chaosheng’s face darkened as he ordered, “Hang her up.”
It seemed he was truly determined to teach her a lesson.
The minor demons obeyed and hung Liu Shuang up.
Yan Chaosheng turned and walked back to the cold pool, the pain from the backlash of his original form burning like fire, but he suppressed any sign of discomfort.
This method was a punishment for mortals, but for immortals, it was ineffective, at most delaying her escape and breaking the formation.
The girl hung in the air, still thinking about how to reach the Weak Water.
He couldn’t stop her.
The night breeze was cool, and all was silent.
The entire demon palace was filled with a dense demonic energy.
Liu Shuang knew that Yan Chaosheng’s original form was becoming unstable again.
She had planned to use this time to untie the golden-red rope binding her—she had gained some insight and had figured out how to undo it.
But before she could free herself, the rope loosened, and she fell into a cold, fragrant embrace.
Liu Shuang looked up in surprise.
Under the moonlight, the man’s hairband was slightly loose, his dark blue robes fluttering as he smiled and asked, “Are you alright, immortal?”
He helped her stand steady, gently tucking her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear, comforting her, “Don’t be afraid. Once I finish my task, I’ll take you away from this demon den.”
Liu Shuang silently watched him, seeing that he didn’t recognize her, and swallowed all her words.
Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and finally, she nodded.
The man’s eyes were narrow and bright.
If eyes could speak, his were filled with admiration and determination.
“You are the most beautiful person I’ve seen in the Eight Wilderness. Even the legendary Chishui clan, who never show their faces, cannot compare to your beauty.”
Liu Shuang: “…”
She complimented him, “You are also very handsome.”
He chuckled softly and extended his hand.
Liu Shuang’s heart was in turmoil, but she finally placed her hand in his.
Sure enough! He led her toward the barrier, then casually stepped on it, causing the barrier set by the previous mountain lord to vanish like a bubble.
Nine Ten Commandments Rings that formed the array flew up.
He sneered, “Overestimating yourself.”
With a wave of his sleeve, all the Ten Commandments Rings fell to the ground.
Liu Shuang looked at the rings, then at him, feeling a bit envious.
It was good to be powerful.
Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn’t stop the Soul-Binding Bells from ringing.
The bells chimed loudly, echoing throughout the demon mountain.
With Yan Chaosheng’s temperament, he would soon be on his way.
The man raised an eyebrow in surprise, then smiled and raised his hand, cruelly crushing all the lingering souls.
Though this did not stop the bells in the demon palace from continuing to ring.
The man glanced at Liu Shuang, seeing a beautiful woman looking at him with slight fear.
He asked, “Are you afraid of me?”
Liu Shuang cursed him inwardly for being a psychopath, afraid that he would discover her identity, so she could only nod slightly.
The man before her was none other than the Crown Prince Feng Fuming, who should have been at the Four Seas Banquet!
Her honesty pleased Feng Fuming: “Don’t worry, you’re so pitiful and adorable, I won’t harm you. It’s not safe for you here, come with me.”
Feng Fuming clearly thought she was a fragile little immortal who had been captured and brought to the demon palace.
Without hesitation, he took her with him, swiftly heading toward the Weak Water.
Liu Shuang secretly glanced back.
Under the night sky, Yan Chaosheng still needed time to be sealed in ice.
He had already emerged once during the day; this time… he couldn’t possibly come after them… right?
With Feng Fuming, the journey was surprisingly smooth.
Feng Fuming said, “Stand back, this is the Weak Water, it can devour all things.”
“Why has Your Highness come here?”
He turned to look at Liu Shuang.
The little immortal’s face was pale and pitiful under the moonlight, but her eyes were clear and bright, her lips naturally red.
Her voice was crisp, yet soft and gentle.
Everything about her amazed Feng Fuming.
He had come on business, but unexpectedly saw the “little captive” hanging in the air, and on a whim, stopped to rescue her.
Feng Fuming was a man of unpredictable moods, but hearing her question, he found himself unusually patient.
He said, “I can’t tell you now. Wait here for me, and I’ll explain later.”
Liu Shuang nodded.
Feng Fuming walked to the edge of the Weak Water, his smile fading as he gazed at it for a moment.
He raised his hand, and several jade beads fell out, transforming into immortal soldiers who knelt and saluted him.
“Scout the Weak Water for me,” he commanded, clearly using the “Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers” technique.
Watching the immortal soldiers jump into the Weak Water, Liu Shuang’s heart sank.
She became even more certain that Feng Fuming had somehow learned about the fifth spiritual vein.
It was supposed to be her discovery—how did he know?
Moreover, the Feng clan, as descendants of the Heavenly Emperor, had abundant spiritual veins and didn’t need additional ones.
Feng Fuming was ruthless and inscrutable, as evidenced by how he had crushed the lingering souls without hesitation.
He cared little for the world.
With such a prize at stake, he would undoubtedly act without hesitation.
The Weak Water was thousands of feet deep.
Liu Shuang watched Feng Fuming from afar, grateful that she hadn’t reached the Weak Water first and that he hadn’t recognized her.
Otherwise, even if she retrieved the spiritual vein, she would have been killed by Feng Fuming when he arrived.
Now, faced with both the Weak Water and Feng Fuming, how could she successfully obtain the fifth spiritual vein?
When the bells in the demon palace rang out, Fuheng was standing guard outside Yan Chaosheng’s palace.
His lifeless eyes lifted.
Someone had forcibly broken the array and crushed those wandering souls?
Could it have been that little immortal?
The cold air inside the palace grew stagnant.
Fuheng sensed that the mountain lord was forcibly breaking the ice.
Sure enough, moments later, a man covered in cold air, draped in a cloak, emerged and flew to where Liu Shuang had been hanging.
The place was empty, with no one in sight.
The demon soldiers guarding her had all been killed.
“Mountain Lord?”
“It wasn’t her. Someone took her away.”
After breaking the ice again, his bloodline was almost boiling and burning.
Yan Chaosheng endured the pain, waved his sleeve, and faint, thread-like demonic energy appeared in the air.
He followed the trail expressionlessly, heading toward the Weak Water.
Fuheng silently followed, watching the mountain lord’s cold, silent back, unsure whether he was going to rescue someone or to kill mercilessly.
Only one of Feng Fuming’s jade bead soldiers returned.
Before it could speak, it disintegrated into dust.
Feng Fuming frowned slightly.
The soldier hadn’t even reached halfway into the Weak Water.
The Weak Water gave birth to nothing.
The jade beads had no life, and if even they couldn’t succeed, it would be dangerous for him to go down.
His gaze was deep and heavy.
After a long while, he raised his hand, and a divine sword appeared in his grasp.
The sword emitted a faint golden light.
Liu Shuang guessed it was the Xuanyuan Sword.
Among the weapons left behind from ancient times, only three great emperors’ weapons had been passed down.
The Xuanyuan Divine Sword of the Yellow Emperor, the Divine Cauldron of Shennong for refining herbs, and the Divine Seal of Fuxi, symbolizing protection.
The three divine artifacts were kept in Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun, and Kongsang, respectively.
Seeing Feng Fuming summon this sword, Liu Shuang vaguely understood that the current Heavenly Emperor might truly be nearing his end, as the divine artifact had fallen into the Crown Prince’s hands.
Feng Fuming swung the sword several times, splitting the Weak Water, which shimmered like shattered silver.
The Weak Water surged mightily, slowly parting under the divine artifact, but deeper down, countless dangers still lurked.
Feng Fuming, like a swimming dragon, plunged into the vast Weak Water.
Liu Shuang did not hesitate and jumped in after him.
As a descendant of an ancient lineage, she had not been born with the same privileges as others, missing a soul from birth.
But she did not lack the courage to risk everything for Kongsang.
Feng Fuming was utterly selfish.
If Liu Shuang couldn’t obtain the fifth spiritual vein, Kongsang would eventually meet its demise as recorded in history.
The residual divine power of the Fuxi Divine Seal within her transformed into a golden light, protecting her as she swam through the Weak Water like a fish.
The Weak Water was an endless silver, like the Milky Way shattered and scattered into a dream.
Yet it was a water that gave birth to nothing.
A single drop would burn a mortal to death.
Everything within it would slowly dissolve.
Liu Shuang swam deeper and deeper until the divine power of the Fuxi Seal grew weaker.
The Weak Water before her was still despairingly deep.
She pursed her lips, her eyes firm and calm, burning her essence to create layer after layer of protective shields.
The sound of the shields breaking was like bubbles popping on the sea.
She focused intently on her search.
The spiritual vein in the water was a fifth of green fluorescence.
In her hand, it was fertile soil; merged with the land, it became an endless stream of spiritual water.
In the vast silver, finding that glimmer of green vitality was like Kongsang, in its perilous state, searching for a faint hope of survival.
Liu Shuang had no way back.
Once she surfaced, she wouldn’t even be able to summon the divine power of the Fuxi Seal again.
Her face grew paler, and gradually, her body ached more and more.
The Weak Water began to silently and coldly dissolve her body.
It was a pain like slowly boiling bones, quiet yet seeping into the marrow.
In the distance, the sound of a sword whistling through water could be faintly heard—it was the Xuanyuan Sword.
Feng Fuming had already surfaced.
She should surface too, as her spiritual energy was no match for Feng Fuming’s.
Liu Shuang paused, enduring the pain, and began to swim back.
She realized the Weak Water was too deep; she couldn’t reach the end.
She couldn’t just die here.
But as she swam back, a purple light emerged from her forehead—it was the mark left by Night Demon Luo in her body!
The purple light spread, and within its glow, Liu Shuang saw that dazzling green fluorescence.
As if responding to a call, it hovered not far from her.
The fifth spiritual vein had truly been left in the Weak Water.
Night Demon Luo’s intentions were never good.
If she went to retrieve it, she wouldn’t make it back in time.
Her body would dissolve in the Weak Water, her bones crumbling inch by inch.
But if she didn’t go, without the divine power of the Fuxi Seal and this purple light, she would never obtain the spiritual vein!
Would she perish in the Weak Water, or watch Kongsang be destroyed over time?
Liu Shuang didn’t hesitate, silently swimming toward that glimmer of light.
The original owner had never lived a day with the pride of a Chishui descendant, but becoming her also meant bearing the rise and fall of a clan, even if it meant dying under that burden.
She finally grasped it, but her immortal body began to dissolve.
In her daze, she seemed to recall a story Old Tree Grandpa had told her when she was very young.
In ancient times, when even demon gods existed, the Weak Water was scattered and not gathered as it was now.
A clam princess had melted her shell in the Weak Water, and even after her husband became a god, he could only watch her soul scatter.
Nothing could be born in it…
She began to cry from the pain, clutching the spiritual vein that had turned into fertile soil in her palm, swimming back.
Liu Shuang’s fingertips grew more and more transparent.
In the end, only a quiet, silent heart remained.
The Weak Water eroded her heart.
Liu Shuang clutched her chest, gritting her teeth as she continued upward.
She had to bring the spiritual vein out, to Kongsang, before she died.
In her daze, she seemed to recall that she had once fought like this before.
In her memory, a great fire swept across the land, extinguishing even the life in the water.
That place was…
Canglan.
She watched as her heart slowly eroded under the Weak Water, her spiritual energy flickering, the Weak Water causing it to dissolve.
Her heart turned into feathers, scattering in all directions.
The seal broke.
Amidst the feathers, she remembered everything.
So that’s how it was… So that’s how it was.
Every descendant of an ancient lineage was born with an auspicious sign.
Crown Prince Feng Fuming of the Feng clan was born with the cry of a dragon from the Nine Heavens.
The young master of Jimo in the north turned the waters atop the mountain into a spiritual spring.
And the young miss of Kongsang, Chishui Liushuang, possessed a Huiling Heart—a heart nurtured by the most precious and fervent soul, the purest Huiling Heart in existence.
Only in legends did it exist, capable of dispelling all calamities, the purest Huiling Heart in the world.
Only when the trapped body perished could the seal be broken, releasing that strand of soul.
So that’s how it was… So that’s how it was…
Amidst the vast silver light, she remembered everything.
There had never been a true Canglan lake.
In the original timeline, Mi Chu’s poison had destroyed her body.
After her death, the Huiling Heart broke the seal, carrying her true soul as it wandered the world for hundreds of years, finally taking root by the most beautiful lake in the mortal realm.
She had been too lonely and ignorant, with no one to talk to, so she scattered all her feathers.
They took root in the ground, giving birth to one pure, flawless, simple, yet soulless creature after another.
The fish in the mountain streams, Old Tree Grandpa, the fluttering dragonflies, the beautiful lotus flowers…
Finally, she proudly used her power to create an entire pure paradise, a “home” that felt safe and satisfying to her.
She finally gained her own consciousness, but with little spiritual energy left, she could only manage to sprout a tender shoot.
Under the care and protection of all the creatures, she grew into a frail little immortal grass.
On the day before she took form, on a peaceful and sunny day, she fell in love with a blood-covered demon ghost who had fallen into her paradise.
By mistakenly consuming his blood, she had doomed herself for a lifetime.
As the Weak Water forcefully broke the seal, her heart transformed back into the Huiling Heart.
All the emotions of the immortal grass returned—the love and hatred of her past, the hundred years she had waited on Qingcang Mountain, the girl who had waited on the bridge until death without ever seeing Shaoyou again.
And the man she had deeply loved, the one she would rather die under the tribulation lightning than see again.
Her cruel, war-loving husband, who had loved someone else—Yan Chaosheng.
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Waiting for the next chapter🥺. Thank you🙏💕