Chapter 443: Chapter 443
443: Chapter 429: May You Not Be Different for Me 443: Chapter 429: May You Not Be Different for Me This phenomenon was like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan, instantly bursting violently.
Even from a distance, the crowd around her recoiled as if they were seeing a poisonous scorpion, collectively stepping back with terrified, pale faces.
This is Demon Clan’s Jun Yi!
This woman is not a forsaken demon!
She is actually the ruler of the Demon World!”
The greatest demon in the Six Realms was actually hiding among us!
No wonder so many righteous men have died!”
“She has been hiding by Sword Master’s side for so many years!
Even the Sword Master was deceived by her!
“This demon hid herself so well!
What exactly is she planning!
Could it be a staged death!
What devilish schemes is she planning!”
Amidst the echoing voices and clamor, Arao’s already chilly blood bones seemed to freeze into ice.
It’s not what you think…
Everything is over, the Demon World no longer exists in the Mortal World, nor does Liuhel.
The world is at peace, the throne-destroyed Demon Lord no longer poses any threat to you, I…
can’t go anywhere anymore…
Don’t look at me like that.
I have never done anything evil…
The crowd that had retreated far away put a great distance between them and her, but he did not step back at all and stood at an appropriate distance, turning a deaf ear to the accusing, angry, and wary voices behind him.
However, his gaze was still so unfamiliar that it scared her.
Contrary to the proud and domineering posture of her golden wings, she was lying on the ground, gently trembling.
She wanted to tell him, “Believe me, I am not a bad demon.”
Her master had raised her for hundreds of years; how could she willingly become the Demon Lord of that dark land?
The year she descended from the mountain, it was under compelled circumstances that she became the Demon Lord.
But she couldn’t even call out ‘Master,’ let alone defend herself; even the chance to explain was cruelly stripped away.
A sagely monk from Xiangyin Pavilion proffered a Buddha’s name, stepped forward with palms together.
Arao could clearly see his slightly trembling body, even the senile spots by his eyes exhibited fear, but he still walked forward, ready to preside over judgment for the people of the world.
“Sword Master, this woman, as a Demon Lord, did you originally know of this?”
He did not speak, standing aloof with an exceptionally pale face.
Seeing that he remained silent, the old monk could only speak one-sidedly: “Sword Master is noble and cares for all living beings; naturally, he wouldn’t let a demon cause havoc under his watch.
It seems all this was planned by the demon herself.
Now that she has been revealed, I wonder how Sword Master plans to judge?”
A whisper of sword willow in his palm buzzed softly, transforming into soft golden brilliance, quietly wound back to his fingertips.
He suddenly stepped forward, his long boots stepping into the puddle, inside which the reflection of the sky shattered.
Only then did Arao realize that the drizzle from the sky had never ceased.
Only because the lake she was in, ignited by her Blood Butterfly, had burned for days non-stop.
The high temperature at the bottom of the lake evaporated the rain before it could even touch the ground.
In fact, the weather was very cold now.
An extra black crane robe was on her master’s body — likely added by the Mistress for him.
He approached her, but stopped within a distance of ten paces.
He finally spoke, “Rebellious disciple, do you have anything to say?”
Compared to the malicious and extremely direct harsh words from the crowd behind him, his query was extremely mild, almost negligible.
But Arao was shaking from fear!
“I gave you three days, so is this your explanation to me?” His tone was cool and indifferent, but the faint bloody scent it carried was like blood.
The Master is different from them…
He can extend a helping hand to an abandoned demon, never abandoning them.
“All of this, did you really plan it all?”
Why does your voice sound so disillusioned?
The Master is the same as them…
He can’t accommodate a Demon Lord like her, about to shatter into the mud.
Her uncontrollable, wildly furious golden wings slowly drooped to the ground, as if all life had drained from them.
What more was there to say?
Did she abandon her throne as the Demon Lord, willingly broke her wings, burned down her homeland, all to fulfill his dream of a unified world?
The Demon Lord must not die.
How could there be unity?
She was just the most terrifying anomaly in that harmony!
“Whatever you like strikes my fancy, whatever you hate, I loathe.
I share your heart, hoping you would not differ for me.”
It turns out this wish…
was just her own one-sided desire.
She let out a wry smile and slowly knelt down.
The old monk looked at her with a wary expression, then continued, “If the demon does not defend herself, Sword Master, how do you think…”
“Demon Suppressing Tower.” He blandly cut off his next words, his pitch-black eyes unwaveringly fixated on her as she knelt on the ground, his pale lips coldly stating, “Master Chang Fan, how do you think?”
Master Chang Fan seemed moved, but soon lightly furrowed his sparse white brows: “The Demon Suppressing Tower is a Holy Object bestowed by the Emperor, indeed capable of eradicating a demon’s nature, ensuring they never emerge for all eternity.
this demon has committed numerous evils, with a special status, it might be better to eliminate future troubles.”
“Committed numerous evils?” He scoffed coldly, his fingertips brushing over his own chest, softly saying, “Although she is a Demon Lord, after all, she and I share a master-disciple bond.
If the master believes she has committed many evils, then I am also inextricably linked to this.”
He slowly turned around, no longer looking at the female kneeling on the ground, “Well then, I am ready to set an example.
I am willing to endure the pain of being burned by earth fire for one hundred years, then suffer the bitter cold of the Demon Prison for another hundred years, and meditate at the summit of Kunlun for another hundred years, to atone for my evil deeds.
I wonder if this would make the handling of this demon’s future troubles seem more fair, or should we leave it to the Demon Suppressing Tower to decide?”
Master Chang Fan, shocked by his mention of such harrowing tortures and penalties, dared not disagree, quickly nodding, “Sword Master is nobler, let’s just follow Sword Master’s respected commands.”
At this moment, a colder gust of wind suddenly swept through, stirring the robe protecting him from the cold.
He placed his hand over his chest, his countenance taking a turn for the worse as he coughed lightly, pulling his loosely blown robe together — his tall, slender figure suddenly seemed frail.
He said, “Then let it be so.”
Arao’s shoulders trembled, pressing her body even lower.
Just as he was about to retrieve the Demon Suppressing Tower, an ancient Immortal from Penglai Island suddenly spoke, “Sword Master, have you possibly forgotten something?”
He paused in his action, quietly looking towards the Immortal.
The elder, with clean white hair and beard, possessing the aura of a sage and immortal, looked regretfully at Arao once, then said, “Back then, Sword Master came to Penglai, and together with your disciple, you passed the Penglai trials and took away our Penglai Holy Object, Luminous Pupil.
Honestly, back then, the Luminous Pupil willingly allowing itself to be refined by your disciple into his eyes, enabling him to scrutinize the human world, greatly astonished me.
However, that day you also made a promise with Penglai — if this woman’s intentions are clear, our Penglai Holy Object would bring renown for centuries, and these eyes could be gifted to her.
But if this woman were to fall into the Demon Path, we would definitely not permit the Luminous Pupil to be tainted in the slightest.”
He paused, a hint of reluctant compassion in his eyes, but continued, “Although it’s not customary to take back a gifted item, since the Luminous Pupil is a Holy Object of Penglai, I must shamelessly…”
more words,” he said, somewhat exhaustedly raising his brows, his fingertips devoid of color, his voice growing weak, “If that is the agreement, why mention shame?”