Queen of Ten Thousand Demons Insists on Marrying Me - Chapter 27

The two were surrounded by the Buddha statues, standing back-to-back in the center.

Dantai Jing struck the nearest Deva King statue with her whip, but it didn’t shatter into pieces as before. A crack the thickness of an arm merely ran down from the shoulder to the abdomen. It took four or five more consecutive strikes before the statue finally crashed to the ground. The corpses inside, which should have been utterly destroyed, rose again and charged at the two women.

Now they were truly caught between a rock and a hard place—with wolves in front and tigers behind, and when the tiger died, there were still wolves inside.

The Gui Chen whip was wreathed in a faint crimson flame. Every flick was accompanied by a slight warping of space. A Tota Arhat statue lumbered toward the two with heavy steps. The thud-thud sound made it seem like the floor would crack the next second. It gripped its seven-story stone pagoda with both hands and forcefully swung it at the two.

The two quickly retreated, aiming for the passage they had used to enter.

Dantai Jing’s whip was like a spiritual snake leaving its hole. Each strike accurately hit the weak points of the large-mouthed monks, defeating them one by one.

“Mother of Lightning, Duke of Thunder, descend your divine power, break it for me!” Lu Xiaoxiao chanted, scattering a handful of mid-grade Five Thunder Talismans as if they were worthless. Her right hand wielded the Chaoyuan Sword like a dizzying phantom, its strikes lethal, severing the limbs of dozens of large-mouthed monks along the way.

Fortunately, the stone Buddhas moved slowly, or Lu Xiaoxiao truly wouldn’t have been able to cope.

They retreated all the way to the entrance of the seventh floor, only to find that the seventh floor was also blocked by countless large-mouthed monks. They could vaguely see several colossal stone Buddha statues standing behind the large-mouthed monks, crouching at the tunnel entrance and grinning, their expressions so benevolent it looked as if they were waiting for the two to come up and reminisce.

Lu Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but curse under her breath: “Damn it, they’re like persistent ghosts!”

Dantai Jing’s whip was inconvenient to use in the narrow passage. Her expression was grave. She flung the whip hard. Gui Chen wrapped around the nearest large-mouthed monk, and the crimson flame instantly consumed it, turning it into a wisp of smoke.

This time, the large-mouthed monks were no longer afraid of Dantai Jing’s whip. After eating the Arhat Pistils, they were like they had taken stimulants. They were on all fours, their large mouths constantly dripping an unknown yellow liquid, and they lunged at the two from every direction.

Instantly, the passage was filled with various nauseating smells—the scent of burning, rotting corpses, and stale earth.

If this continued, the two would surely be doomed.

Dantai Jing reached out, took the Five Thunder Talismans from Lu Xiaoxiao, bit her tongue until it bled, and spat a mouthful of fresh blood. She chanted an incantation and hurled the Five Thunder Talismans toward the entrance of the eighth floor. Then, she used Gui Chen to strike the seventh-floor passage. Lu Xiaoxiao only heard the word “Heaven’s Punishment” before Gui Chen erupted in a brilliant white light. The large-mouthed monks on both sides of the passage were instantly reduced to dust.

Then, Dantai Jing pulled her and flew toward the main hall of the seventh floor.

Lu Xiaoxiao continued her barrage. After exiting the tunnel, she threw another handful of Five Thunder Talismans, which instantly blew up another group of large-mouthed monks. Her Chaoyuan Sword never stopped. As she flew past the Buddha statues’ heads, she sliced off the skull of a Hand-Probing Arhat.

Perhaps because the commotion below was too great, the stone Buddhas on the upper floors frantically squeezed downwards. A few of the grinning, bald giants were actually squeezed down.

Lu Xiaoxiao was terrified. Caught off guard, a large-mouthed monk managed to bite her arm. Fortunately, Dantai Jing rescued her in time, smashing the head with the six scars to a pulp.

A wound on Lu Xiaoxiao’s arm was glaringly visible. Blood seemed to be pulled by an unseen force, gushing down her dark protective bracer, eventually collecting on the blade of the Chaoyuan Sword. The moment the blood touched the blade, the sword body trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.

Instantly, Lu Xiaoxiao’s body churned. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, her spiritual power rushed into the Chaoyuan Sword all at once. In a flash of lightning, an irresistible power burst forth from the Chaoyuan Sword, like a mountain flood, unstoppable.

Immediately after, the Chaoyuan Sword uncontrollably pulled her hands, striking forward from top to bottom with an overwhelming, thunderous momentum.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the floor cracked in response. Broken stones flew, and dust billowed.

When the dust settled, the large-mouthed monks and the multi-zhang-high stone Buddhas were all gone. Even the entrances to the levels above and below were tightly blocked by crushed stone.

Lu Xiaoxiao lost all her spiritual power. She spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, completely drained of strength. She knelt, propping herself up with the sword just to keep from falling over.

Suddenly, a massive sense of dread and panic arose in her heart.

She strained her body and shouted at her surroundings: “Dantai Jing!”

No response.

“Dantai Jing! Don’t scare me.”

Still no response. The image of Dantai Jing being injured while wielding the Chaoyuan Sword flashed in her mind. Ignoring her physical weakness, she tossed the Chaoyuan Sword aside.

Suddenly, she saw a figure pressed beneath a stone slab in front of her. The clothes were Dantai Jing’s white dress.

She crawled forward on her knees, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. She pulled the fallen Dantai Jing into her arms, tears streaming from her eyes.

Tears soaked her face as she murmured: “Thank goodness, thank goodness…”

Suddenly, her expression drastically changed, as if she had seen something terrifying. She violently flung the person in her arms away.

She stared wide-eyed, her pupils contracting violently. Large tears streamed down her face, yet she couldn’t utter a single sound.

That person…

That person had no head.

She had inadvertently killed Dantai Jing…

The thought brought on a sudden, severe headache, as if countless needles were stirring in her brain. The pain threatened to make her pass out.

…

“Lu Xiaoxiao, why are you crying?” A weak, clear voice sounded from behind her.

Fortunately, Dantai Jing had reacted quickly enough. As the Chaoyuan Sword was unleashed, she had hidden behind Lu Xiaoxiao and pulled a stone Buddha in front of her.

The Chaoyuan Sword was truly terrifying. Under the sword’s energy, she and the statue were flung backward. It took her a long time to crawl back up, and her head was still buzzing.

Lu Xiaoxiao stiffly turned around, her heart seizing up. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and terror, afraid that the voice she had just heard was a hallucination.

Shock, confusion, fear, disbelief… A jumble of emotions left her mind blank.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Her already exhausted body found an unknown reserve of strength, and she lunged forward, embracing Dantai Jing tightly.

Dantai Jing looked at Lu Xiaoxiao’s dirty face streaked with tears. She was being inexplicably and forcefully hugged, and the embrace was painfully squeezing her chest.

She was about to push the person away when she spotted a female corpse in Yaoxia Palace attire not far away.

The hand she had raised slowly lowered. She returned the embrace to the person sobbing in her arms, gently patting her back, and softly said: “The good die young, but the wicked live for a thousand years. I won’t die so soon.”

The person sniffled and whined: “Who said I was scared of you dying? I was just scared by that headless female corpse.” She then tightened her embrace on Dantai Jing.

Dantai Jing said softly: “Yes, yes.” Although she knew Lu Xiaoxiao had just hugged a corpse, she didn’t feel disgusted at the moment.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn’t understand her complex feelings.

This woman was clearly so wicked—she had used a Gu worm to threaten her, had a terrible temper, and always ordered her around. Yet, when danger struck, she would rush to her side instantly. When she was injured, Dantai Jing would carefully look after her and urge her to cultivate in spiritually abundant places. Despite knowing that the cultivation world most loathed those who seize another’s body, Dantai Jing hadn’t exposed her when she thought Lu Xiaoxiao had seized the original body. The demon race clearly feared the Chaoyuan Sword, yet she had given the sword back to her and hadn’t asked for it back after killing Yan Sihong.

Her mind was a tangled mess. She truly couldn’t understand this woman anymore!

She couldn’t let the person continue hugging her. Her chest had already been struck by the Buddha statue, and if Lu Xiaoxiao kept squeezing, her old injuries would relapse.

Dantai Jing patted her shoulder, signaling her to let go.

The first thing Lu Xiaoxiao said after releasing Dantai Jing was: “Thank goodness you’re alright!”

Looking at the poor little puppy in front of her, Dantai Jing used her sleeve to wipe the dust off Lu Xiaoxiao’s dirty little face: “Thank goodness you’re alright too.”

Both of them felt a little shy after saying that. They quickly looked away, casually glancing around.

And their casual glances did spot something unusual. In the depths of the hall, where there was previously a solid wall, a large hole had abruptly appeared, leading to an unknown place.

They walked over the scattered rubble and corpses. Behind the wall was an empty cave chamber where a large, lacquer-red coffin was conspicuously placed.

Lu Xiaoxiao curiously scrutinized it but dared not touch it, afraid of another monster emerging.

Dantai Jing’s expression was complicated. She stood motionless.

She saw five shocking, bloody holes on Lu Xiaoxiao’s shoulder. The wounds had pierced all the way through her body. Because her clothes were dark, the bloodstains were not obvious, but as she walked, blood streamed down her clothes onto the floor.

“Lu Xiaoxiao, you… don’t move anymore,” Dantai Jing said with a complicated expression.

Following the other person’s gaze to her own body.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaoxiao’s mind went blank. She completely collapsed, losing all energy and spirit, and fell into a soft, warm embrace.

Fortunately, Dantai Jing was prepared. She carefully sat down on the ground with Lu Xiaoxiao in her arms. Red light gathered in her hand and covered the wounds, attempting to use spiritual power to heal them.

Lu Xiaoxiao lamented: “It’s over! Was that a final surge of life just now? Am I going to die soon?”

“Stop talking nonsense. You were only grabbed with five finger-holes.”

Only! Lu Xiaoxiao looked at her tearfully: “It hurts so much! Dantai Jing!”

Lu Xiaoxiao, who was most afraid of pain, would bruise easily from simple bumps and scrapes in the past. Since coming here, she had sustained countless injuries.

Having five fingers shoved into her shoulder made half her body tremble with pain. Yet, Dantai Jing kept saying it was ‘only.’ Thinking of this, she felt a pang of bitterness, and the tears in her eyes instantly overflowed again.

The person in her arms was staring at her mournfully but suddenly burst into tears, which made Dantai Jing feel awkward and flustered. She hastily reached out to wipe away the tears, as if wiping them away meant they were never shed. But Lu Xiaoxiao’s tears were like a broken dam, flowing continuously.

“Lu Xiaoxiao, don’t cry! Do you remember the gift I said I would give you? Don’t you want to see it?” Dantai Jing said nervously.

Lu Xiaoxiao turned her head and burrowed deeper into Dantai Jing’s embrace. For a grown person, suddenly bursting into tears felt somewhat embarrassing, but she couldn’t control it. She just hoped the other person wouldn’t tease her about it later.

One hand gently stroked Lu Xiaoxiao’s head until she slowly calmed her emotions and stopped sobbing.

Dantai Jing held one hand in a fist and extended it toward Lu Xiaoxiao. She suddenly opened it, and an object shimmering with a delicate luster fell into place. It was a necklace, with a simple black string, gently swaying in the faint light.