"Dharma King! I beg you to spare his life!"
Huangfu Yi struggled and roared within the Blood Cocoon,
"Demon! Die—!"
"Hmm, are you going through a love tribulation? Your relationship is so twisted, a bit disgusting..."
The Dharma King shivered and curiously looked at the fox girl,
"But how did you recognize I’m a Dharma King? Do I have words written on my face?"
The fox girl knelt in the pool of blood and worshiped,
"I dare not deceive the Supre. I am a disciple of Qingqiu. I was hunted down by the Sword Immortal long ago and barely escaped to Yin Mountain. So... I witnessed the battle between the Sword Immortal and the Supre back then..."
"Oh."
The Dharma King fell silent for a mont.
The fox girl swallowed, speaking cautiously,
"Little Yi received the Sword Immortal’s transmission. If the Dharma King is interested, I will slaughter that village for you and retrieve the Sword Transmission, just begging you to spare his life..."
"Alright, you may go."
The Blood Demon casually waved, tossing Huangfu Yi out of the Blood Pool, and he fell into the snow, montarily dazed and unable to stand.
The fox girl was overjoyed, bowing her head in gratitude,
"Thank you, Supre, for your rcy!"
The Dharma King nodded,
"You’re welco."
In the next second, the fox girl exploded into a thousand fragnts, dissolving into countless blood flowers, scattering with a crashing sound into the blood sea, and in a mont, the Blood Pool cald like a mirror, reflecting the bright sky, blue skies, and white clouds.
Huangfu Yi was completely stunned, staring blankly at the empty Blood Pool, smooth as a mirror, seeing no sign of the demons, only his own shocked, confused, lost, and deeply saddened face.
"Bai..."
Then the Dharma King’s phoenix eyes, half-closed on the lake surface, showed neither anger nor joy, neither kindness nor sorrow, and he turned his head,
"You have seen enough, I suppose."
Then the blood sea inverted, like a thousand-foot cliff, crashing down from above!
Huangfu Yi only felt soone yank his collar, heard a splash in his ear, and suddenly lifted his head from the jade-like lake surface.
In an instant, as if awakening from a dream, the young man kneeling by the pool was drenched in rain, staring dumbly at the shattered reflections in the lake, his mind replaying dreamlike images, flashing like a lantern show, and finally, everything before his eyes, all the past, extinguished in the dim night.
Who knows how much ti passed, the woodcutter sat beside him, the two of them staring at the moonlit pool, lost in thought.
"Who would have thought, kid... sigh, I don’t even feel like going after you..."
Huangfu Yi wiped the water off his face, expressionless,
"I’m no good person, didn’t cry after my parents’ death for a few days, can’t even rember what they looked like. In the end, I couldn’t even avenge them and brought the Blood Demon upon myself...
But I know, a demon is a demon, no matter what, no matter how they disguise, no matter how they perform, even if they transform to look exactly alike, they are not human, can never be human."
"Humans... huh, do you really think humans are any good? They’re just a bunch of maggots..."
The woodcutter shook his head, looking exhausted,
"Forget it, you go."
Huangfu Yi frowned at him, not knowing what trick he was up to this ti.
"Huh, you’ve eaten up the chessboard, what trick can I play."
The woodcutter looked at the Iron Axe in his hand with irritation, then casually threw it into the lake.
"Humans and demons on separate paths... heh, the human heart isn’t made of stone, anything will develop feelings if raised long enough.
I’ve lived long enough, of course I know how hard it is to ta the beast nature. But if killing alone could solve problems, wouldn’t they all be solved by now?
If you won’t even try, how can you know that humans and demons are fated not to coexist, not to find a peaceful world together?
Forget it, do as you please, if you all want to fight, then go ahead and fight, I’m old, I won’t stand in the young people’s way any longer.
But don’t bla for not warning you, if it really cos down to a fight, the winners may not necessarily be you all..."
Huangfu Yi couldn’t understand why he was suddenly being let go, but he was not the kind to be trapped in the past or wallow in self-pity. Having crossed over Yin Mountain and traversed Gen River, the world was vast, where couldn’t he go?
So he wiped the water off his face, gathered his things, and prepared to leave.
"Hey, kid."
Huangfu Yi stopped, hearing the woodcutter call from behind,
"The foxes of Qingqiu have nine lives, they’re not so easily killed."
Then ca a thunderous "boom!" and when Huangfu Yi turned his head again, all he saw was an empty mountain and quiet pool, the woodcutter was nowhere to be seen.
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