After Infusing Love Poison to the Cold Sword Sovereign - Chapter 63.1

On the cracked and broken land, several green Taotie Paws surrounded the Right Envoy. Their protruding, jagged front teeth resembled wild boar tusks as they lay in wait, encircling the red temple.

The Right Envoy of the Demon Sect or rather, Wu Xiang no longer wore the Asura mask she had donned for years. Half of her face retained the delicate blush of spring, while the other half was wrinkled and ghastly like a specter. Appearing utterly indifferent, she crossed her arms and leaned lazily against one of the green Taotie Paws, coldly observing the crumbling red-brick temple.

“Do not trespass recklessly.” A fierce voice pierced Wu Xiang’s mind. Though it seemed to emanate from her face, it did not come from her vocal cords but from deep within her flesh, striking directly at her soul.

Wu Xiang scoffed inwardly with defiance, yet her words betrayed no resistance: “As you command.”

Dong Lingjiu, hailed as the greatest Demon Sovereign in the history of the Demon Sect, had ushered in a glorious era for demonic cultivation under her reign.

But she had never truly died. That ancient creature had clung to life for millennia through some soul-seizing sorcery!

Wu Xiang first laid eyes on her before being chosen as the Right Envoy of the Demon Sect. While sharing senses with her gu insects, she accidentally witnessed the Demon Sovereign stepping into a ritual altar, her skin instantly aging into a wrinkled, cracked, and decrepit state.

Panic-stricken, Wu Xiang fled without a second thought. Little did she know that before one nightmare could end, a new one had already set its sights on her.

At first, Dong Lingjiu merely issued commands through the previous Demon Sovereign she had possessed. Later, after that vessel rotted away completely, Wu Xiang was ultimately chosen by Dong Lingjiu.

Having survived for too long, Dong Lingjiu was saturated with baleful energy from endless cycles of soul-seizing. This dark crimson aura possessed a potent corrosive power, feeding on the vitality of the flesh and rapidly aging a youthful, beautiful body into a withered, elderly appearance.

Wu Xiang was forced to bear half a face of repulsive decay.

Fortunately, Dong Lingjiu had shown her mercy. For reasons unknown to Wu Xiang perhaps because she was a gu cultivator, the ancient Demon Sovereign did not immediately seize her body but instead attached herself to one half, leaving the other for Wu Xiang.

Yet the day of true possession would inevitably come.

She keenly sensed the ancient demon’s peculiar fondness for the bodies of gu cultivators. She did not want to die, and moreover she had someone she despised.

“I have a very good friend. She is exceptionally talented, mastering any gu art with ease. Your Majesty, would you need her body?”

“Oh? Proficient in all gu arts. Are you certain?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. When I left the Miao village, I witnessed her refining the long-lost legendary Love Gu with my own eyes.”

She had not actually witnessed it, but she knew Wu Ruo aspired to achieve it. Rumor had it that Wu Ruo had stumbled into incredible luck, forming a contract with a great cultivator from the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect. Those lofty immortal cultivators would never deign to associate with a heretic like Wu Ruo, it must be the work of the Love Gu!

Though she had spoken carelessly, Wu Xiang never expected the ancient Demon Sovereign to change her expression and demand that very person by name.

She should have escaped the fate of sacrifice so why was there still an inexplicable bitterness in her heart, like a rotten apple, one side seemingly intact under the sunlight, while the other was shriveled beyond recognition, covered in decaying mold.

In Miaojiang, she could never compare to that person. No one could. She felt at peace with this, knowing her own mediocrity. Unlike Wu Ruo, who was born to shine brightest under the sun.

With great power comes great responsibility she firmly believed this. So, for someone as ordinary as her, if the sky were to fall she wouldn’t be needed to sacrifice herself to save the world, right?

The more favor one receives from heaven, the more responsibility one must bear, and the greater the price to pay isn’t that how it works?

But then, why did someone as mediocre, ordinary, and utterly worthless as her, who had never received even a sliver of heaven’s favor, have to take Wu Ruo’s place and become the one to pay the price?

She had been abandoned by the former Witch Envoy, who was both her and Wu Ruo’s teacher. Yet, in a moment of crisis, with the former Witch Envoy’s tacit approval, she became Wu Ruo’s substitute, a substitute for death.

She hated Wu Ruo.

She wanted to expose Wu Ruo, to make Wu Ruo, die in her place!

But then why, when she heard Dong Lingjiu when that ancient demon lord unhesitatingly instructed her to find any trace of this persond id she feel such a strange, heart-wrenching emotion, as if fingernails were scraping layer after layer of her soul?

It must be jealousy.

She was jealous of Wu Ruo, jealous that Wu Ruo had always been firmly chosen by others. She herself had been abandoned as a child, and as an adult, she was abandoned by her own teacher. She hated that person, someone who possessed everything she had ever dreamed of, it had to be that!

She hated it all so much.

She hated the life worse than death she endured after being forcibly taken to the demon realm. She hated being noticed by the Demon Lord due to her Gu cultivator bloodline and being promoted to the wicked Right Envoy, committing all manner of evils. She hated her own disfigured half-face. She hated.

She hated everything related to Wu Ruo, everything caused by Wu Ruo.

Earlier, when Dong Lingjiu had possessed her and used the Heaven and Earth Shifting Technique to move the Red Temple to the demon sect’s headquarters, the millennia-old soul of the Demon Lord had finally fallen into a deep slumber.

Seized by curiosity, she entered the temple.

She had heard that Wu Ruo had made a wish here and ended up in a miserable state. How wonderful, what a fine place this was.

But after she entered, a blind puppet came to drive her away, saying she had already made a wish, and the sacrificial ritual had been forcibly interrupted by someone else, so she could not enter the temple again?

Had she been mistaken for someone else again?

Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!

She was already the irredeemable demonic cultivator in everyone’s eyes, what did it matter if she acted on her whims? She was the unrepentant Right Envoy of the demon sect!

As the nun puppet shattered, the doll that had been pushing her broke into countless fragments in an instant. She felt an unparalleled joy, looking at her own hands as if a great weight had been lifted in that moment.

Being a demonic cultivator was truly wonderful.

However, when the ancient Demon Lord within her awoke, she was nearly consumed by his malice. Enraged and furious, he made her feel as though her entire body had been shattered and reassembled just like the nun puppet days before, she was broken into fragments of bone.

In utter agony, she still had to kneel and repair the puppet-like body of the nun, then swear a poisonous oath to the ancient Demon Lord, vowing never to enter the temple again or damage even a single blade of grass within.

Why was she being treated this way?

Just a dilapidated temple was it worth the Demon Lord making such a grand fuss over it?

Yet, in the end, she was terrified. Facing Wu Ruo, she had been exhilarated, but in a moment of carelessness, she failed to capture him alive and allowed him to hide inside the Red Temple. The ancient Demon Lord watched her every move intently, preventing her from attacking.

She could only wait.

Wait until…

A chilling sword light, as if descending from the heavens, struck without any warning of spiritual energy fluctuations or any sign of someone emerging from the closely guarded Red Temple.

It was just one strike, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the sword intent Wu Ruo had used earlier.

It was cold, as if snow had suddenly begun to fall Miaojiang’s climate was stiflingly hot, with spring-like weather year-round, while the demon realm was a desolate, arid, and scorching expanse of yellow earth, unchanging for centuries.

This was the first time she had ever seen snow.

The icy chill settled on her shoulders, and her skin relaxed, pores opening in relief. The snowflakes were not irritating; on the contrary, they felt exceptionally soothing and pleasant.

No!

She suddenly realized this was not snowfall but the same technique Wu Ruo had used!

Had Wu Ruo emerged? How could he recover so quickly?

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