The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Captured the Villainous Demon Venerable - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Is This Really Her Memory?

The illusionary Yun Wushang in the secret realm took the ninth-grade Primordial Recovery Pill and tried to circulate the demonic energy within her body.

Once her injuries were somewhat healed, she fled the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, leaving the Heavenly Mountain Immortal Gate with the help of the Thousand-Mile Divine Travel talismans.

Mo Xun paused for a moment before realizing. Right. She couldn’t possibly watch Yun Wushang’s entire century in one go.

Since Yun Wushang’s memory presentation was complete, was it time for her memory to be presented next?

If the secret realm presented the most private memories they were least willing for each other to see, then… could it be…

Mo Xun felt a sudden wave of unease. Her anxiety was transferred to Yun Wushang through their interlocked fingers.

Sensing the slight movement of her fingertips, Yun Wushang also said the words: “No matter what I see, my love for you will not change.”

Mo Xun hummed in agreement, but her nerves remained tightly strung.

She had no unspeakable secrets, no bitter past filled with deep hatred. But, if the secret realm presented the scenery of the world she crossed over from, how would she explain it to Yun Wushang?

If the secret realm could even reproduce the System’s voice, how would she prove to Yun Wushang that her love for her did not contain the fear of death or the lingering attachment to her original world?

Mo Xun tightly pressed her lips together, waiting for the female voice that called itself the System to say something.

However, that voice did not sound. The surrounding environment immediately began to change. White mist generated from the black water, spreading and enveloping the two of them.

Mo Xun tightly gripped Yun Wushang’s hand, afraid she would be swallowed by the white mist, and also afraid she would be frightened by the scenery that was about to appear.

The white mist quickly obscured their vision, then slowly receded, revealing a person.

It was a woman, dressed in a pure white, loose robe. She sat at a milky-white jade desk, writing something on rice paper with black ink.

The woman’s long hair was tied high, the ends passing her shoulders but not reaching her waist.

The hand holding the brush was distinctly jointed, smooth, and fair, like carved jade, making it hard to look away.

Mo Xun was still dazed when Yun Wushang stepped forward. Mo Xun was pulled along, approaching the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in white.

Closer now, she could see clearly: the woman’s face was identical to Mo Xun’s.

But… Mo Xun looked down, her gaze falling on the rice paper in front of the woman. It was an array diagram, half-drawn. Small characters were written beside some key nodes in black ink for explanation. The characters were small, but every stroke was distinct and neat, looking as if they had been printed.

Mo Xun couldn’t write such characters… At least, the current her couldn’t control a brush to this extent. She had no memory of the array on the diagram or this scene.

Is this really her memory?

Yun Wushang beside her did not notice any abnormality. She looked at the small characters on the diagram and commented: “Your handwriting back then wasn’t childish, but… why do you hate continuous strokes so much?”

Mo Xun pressed her lips together before replying: “Continuous strokes can look very beautiful, but not everyone can read them easily.”

Yun Wushang: “Who were you planning to show this diagram to? Also, why can’t I sense what cultivation realm you were in at this time?”

Mo Xun didn’t speak.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t answer. She didn’t even know how to make up a story…

Suddenly, the woman stopped drawing the array. Her hand holding the brush hovered above the rice paper, motionless. Her gaze was scattered, looking somewhat lost in thought.

After a moment, she unhurriedly placed the brush on the inkstone beside her and rose from the desk.

As she moved, the white mist around them receded further, revealing a bed with a set of folded clothes placed on it.

The woman untied her white robe, slipping it off, revealing the elegant lines of her shoulder blades and spine. Her waist was slender, but she had perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles. There was a mole on her left ribcage below her chest, in the exact same location as the mole on Mo Xun’s body.

Mo Xun: “…”

This body was indeed Mo Xun’s, but Mo Xun didn’t remember wearing this loose robe, and… seeing her own body from a third-person perspective felt extremely strange. Unlike looking in a mirror, there was a sense of familiarity yet unfamiliarity.

She glanced sideways at Yun Wushang, who was darting her gaze around frantically, sometimes lingering on the woman, sometimes moving elsewhere, and then moving back again.

Mo Xun: “…Just look if you want to.”

Yun Wushang: “…Who wants to look?”

Mo Xun: “It’s really unfair. Why didn’t your memory have a naked scene?”

Yun Wushang clamped her fingers tightly around Mo Xun’s.

Mo Xun: “I was wrong! I was wrong! Wife, I know I was wrong!”

After fully removing her clothes, the woman picked up the clothes on the bed, shaking them open with an elegant motion and putting them on.

The moment the clothes were shaken open, both Mo Xun and Yun Wushang’s expressions changed.

Mo Xun was silent, and Yun Wushang was also silent. They watched the woman put on the robes, dressing herself neatly. Then, she took out a few items from a storage pouch.

A bottle of ninth-grade Primordial Recovery Pills, a stack of talismans stamped with the red seal reading “Thousand-Mile Divine Travel.”

And, a mask that covered her entire face. Golden threads outlined the shape of a lotus on the white base.

Yun Wushang’s fingers tightened again, gripping Mo Xun’s hand painfully. This time, Mo Xun pressed her lips together, not uttering a sound.

They watched the woman put the mask on her face, put the items from the desk into an empty storage pouch, then pick up the pouch and disappear into thin air.

After the woman vanished, the white mist dissipated, revealing the space covered by black water once more. The secret realm’s presentation of Mo Xun’s memory came to an abrupt halt.

After a tense silence, Mo Xun was the first to find her voice. She felt she had to say something now.

Mo Xun: “If I told you I had amnesia, would you believe me…”

Mo Xun herself didn’t believe it.

However, Yun Wushang replied: “I believe you.”

She paused, then continued: “My memory from a hundred years ago is vague. I only remember she was wearing the clothes of the World-Saving Immortal Gate, but just now, in the memory reproduced by the secret realm, her figure felt extremely familiar to me. Now, I have confirmed where this sense of familiarity comes from.”

Mo Xun: “…Perhaps, it’s just a coincidence?”

Yun Wushang: “There cannot be two completely identical people in the world, down to the hidden details of their bodies. If she is not you, then who possessed whom?”

Mo Xun: “…”

Mo Xun couldn’t answer. She had transmigrated from her original world to this one. If there was possession, it should have been her possessing this body, but she was bodily transmigrated.

However, besides possession, there was another explanation.

Mo Xun: “Or perhaps, the secret realm intentionally generated such images to confuse us.”

Yun Wushang: “For what purpose?”

A good question, for what purpose?

Mo Xun was still thinking when the female voice that called itself the System sounded again after a long absence: [What you just saw were your mutual memories of your first encounter, the start of the karmic entanglement between you. Was it attraction, hostility, curiosity, or calculation? This memory was directly extracted from your souls. It’s truly a shame that I couldn’t peek into it!]

“First encounter?” Mo Xun widened her eyes in disbelief.

She had thought this trial was to reveal their deepest secrets to each other, presenting the past they least wanted to face. She never expected it to be their first meeting.

“It can even extract lost memories?” Yun Wushang asked calmly.

Yes. Memories in the mind may fade, but the imprint on the soul will not. The causes sown will eventually bear fruit, whether both of you still remember or not.

“So, what was this trial testing?” Mo Xun gave up thinking and asked directly.

The female voice chuckled a few times before saying: I never said this was a test. This is merely a required stage that every pair of immortal and demon lovers who come here must experience. This stage allows you to see the underlying purpose for which you approached each other.

Mo Xun: “What if we haven’t seen it clearly?”

I don’t care. In any case, the three trials are over. The True Demon Formula has been given to you. Whether or not you choose to rely on it to advance your cultivation is up to you.

Following this statement, two pieces of psychic jade appeared before Mo Xun and Yun Wushang, pressing against their foreheads and aggressively forcing the contents within into their minds.

Mo Xun was still complaining internally, “You said four, five, six, or seven trials? There were only three!” when she was suddenly stuffed with an undescribed scene, causing her eyes to widen in shock.

The scene showed two women. Their faces were unclear, but they were… what were they doing?

After sharing the contents of the True Demon Formula, the psychic jade shattered and vanished.

Mo Xun was still holding Yun Wushang’s hand and felt a slight movement in her fingertips, indicating she was a little self-conscious.

Evidently, whether the scene she was given was the same as Mo Xun’s, it was equally undescribed.

After the psychic jade disappeared, the female voice disappeared with it, refusing to respond no matter how much they called out.

The secret realm still only contained the black water that rippled with white waves, and the strong demonic energy was mixed with equally potent spiritual energy.

Mo Xun was lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly realized something. She looked at Yun Wushang beside her and curiously asked: “Did the previous Demon Venerable have an immortal cultivator wife?”

Yun Wushang’s ears were flushed. After a long silence, she replied: “…I don’t know. Perhaps.”

Mo Xun: “This cultivation method is good. I think we can establish an Immortal-Demon Sect, recruiting both immortal and demonic cultivators for Immortal-Demon Dual Cultivation, a unique practice only available here.”

Yun Wushang: “…”

Mo Xun: “But there doesn’t seem to be any place that has both abundant spiritual and demonic energy. If we really want to establish a sect, we’d have to first find a location and figure out how to…”

“A-Xun,” Yun Wushang suddenly spoke, interrupting Mo Xun’s endless chatter.

Mo Xun responded with an “Mm?” looking at her and patiently waiting for her next sentence.

Yun Wushang pressed her lips together before saying: “Actually, Wen Yuchan told me one more thing.”

Mo Xun: “What was it?”

Yun Wushang: “She said that while the World-Saving Immortal Gate has many cultivators above the Great Ascension stage, the person capable of entering a spatial magic treasure, reversing the array patterns, and saving me without the owner of the magic treasure noticing, must be proficient in magic treasures and skilled in array formations. Among them, the most likely person is…”

Mo Xun slightly pursed her lips. Yun Wushang hadn’t said the name yet, but she already vaguely guessed who it was.

Sure enough, the four characters Yun Wushang uttered next were: “Ancestor Seeking-Mechanism.”

She looked up, her gaze burning as she met Mo Xun’s eyes: “Are you Ancestor Seeking-Mechanism?”