Senior Sister Bai Yueguang is incredibly strong.

Chapter 132 A Trip to Penglai (25)

Luo Zai Shui thought that everything would end after she died, but she realized that she was still conscious after death.

Her soul escaped to the Demon Realm with Ji Tinghan.

Ji Tinghan seems to have gone mad.

"Senior sister, what should we do..."

"Senior sister, please open your eyes and talk to me, okay?"

"Senior sister, I want to go home..."

Ji Tinghan patiently wiped away the grime from Luo's face.

"Senior sister..."

"Senior sister..."

Luo Zai Shui couldn't help but squat down to try and wipe away the tears on his face, but to no avail.

"Don't cry, don't cry, your senior sister is here..."

If tears could wash away grief, they would have already been weeping uncontrollably by now.

Ji Tinghan cried until he was exhausted, then stared blankly in the direction of Xianyun Peak, as if talking to himself: "Senior Sister, we can't go back, we have no home anymore..."

He carried Luo Zai Shui's body on his back, not knowing where to go.

He was sometimes lucid, sometimes manic.

"No, we can't go back. The Wen family must want something from Senior Sister if they want to take her away. We can't let Senior Sister fall into the Wen family's hands."

"Calm down, Master and the others will be alright. As long as this period passes, Master will definitely find a way to save Senior Sister..."

"Hahahaha, kill—kill—kill—I'm going to kill them! If we're just a little stronger, we can avenge our senior sister!"

The demonic energy surging into his body was constantly tormenting his flesh and mind; if this continued, he would go insane.

"Look, who is this?"

Ji Tinghan, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly met the man's gaze.

Luo Zai Shui Xin said something was wrong; it was the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord's gaze swept past Luo Zai Shui and then landed on Ji Ting Han: "I recognize you, disciples of the Five Great Sects, is that right?"

Then, his gaze fell on Luo Zai Shui: "This little girl is interesting, what a pity..."

Ji Tinghan blocked the Demon Lord's gaze, staring at him fiercely, his hand gripping the talisman tightly, ready to fight him to the death at any moment.

"Interesting." The Demon Lord flicked his finger, turning the talisman in Ji Tinghan's hand into ashes. "Do you know that cultivators who have fallen into demonic possession can no longer use spiritual power?"

Ji Tinghan gripped his magical artifact tightly, offering no reply.

The Demon Lord didn't care about his actions: "Don't worry, I have no interest in killing a brat who has just become a demon. As for the dead people on the ground, I have no need to do anything about them."

She's not dead!

Ji Tinghan's eyes were red, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"She's not dead...she's just asleep...she often does this, she falls asleep, and soon she wakes up...she's not dead..."

The Demon Lord seemed to have heard something amusing and chuckled, "Don't you know perfectly well whether this person is dead or not?"

He seemed to enjoy seeing Ji Tinghan's pained expression, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.

Ji Tinghan regained some of his senses, and without a word, he carried Luo Zaishui on his back and prepared to leave.

"Don't you want revenge?"

Ji Tinghan seemed to have heard a very funny joke.

"Hahahahahaha..."

He clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably until tears streamed down his face before finally stopping.

"You talk about revenge? Who should I take revenge on? You? Or the Wen family? Who can I possibly take revenge on?"

The Demon Lord was very satisfied with his current state; the little devil who had just entered the demonic path was now at the perfect time to bewitch him.

"I can help you."

Ji Tinghan immediately stopped smiling: "You, a demon, are you going to help me?"

"Anyway, you've fallen into demonic possession now, haven't you? I can help you get rid of the Wen family, on the condition that you work for me."

Ji Tinghan sneered: "What do I have that's worth your trouble? You've been wanting to get rid of the Wen family for a long time. You say you're helping me get revenge, but you're just doing me a favor."

The Demon Lord knew he wasn't so easily fooled, but fortunately, this person was destined to stay in the Demon Clan and serve him.

"You must know that something has happened to your sect as well. This was also the Wen family's idea. You righteous sects are quite interesting. You are quite adept at backstabbing. My demon race is ashamed to admit that we are inferior."

Ji Tinghan remained silent. What the Demon Lord said was true, and he had no way to refute it.

"Now that you've fallen to the demonic path, where else can you go but to remain in the demon realm?"

The Demon Lord felt that the time was not yet right, and suddenly noticed Luo Zai Shui, who was being tightly protected behind him. He slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Also, the Demon Clan has many techniques that may be able to revive the person behind you."

It was obvious from those words that he was being lied to.

But Ji Tinghan admitted that he was persuaded.

What if, what if there's a way to wake her up?

He wanted to take a gamble, since he knew he couldn't go back to Xianyun Peak anyway.

"Okay, I agree."

The Demon Lord, pleased with his successful scheme, exclaimed, "Good, that was satisfying!"

Luo Zai Shui's soul followed Ji Ting Han deep into the Demon Realm.

Ji Tinghan didn't have a good time at first. After he was taken back to the Demon Clan, he was forgotten. He carefully placed Luo Zaishui in the ice coffin and gently held her hand.

"Senior sister, wait for me."

After that, Luo Zai Shui rarely saw Ji Ting Han.

Each time they met, the demonic aura emanating from Ji Tinghan intensified.

The light blue robe she loved most in her youth gradually turned into a black robe, and the boy who used to follow her behind her gradually became silent and taciturn.

"Senior sister..."

The man gently took her hand: "I still haven't found a way to save you."

The tears have all dried up, but the pain has not lessened in the slightest.

One day, Luo Zai Shui Muran discovered that she could leave her own corpse, and she subconsciously wanted to find Ji Ting Han.

She found the boy she had raised in the firelight.

He, who was most skilled in using talismans, had somehow switched to using a longsword. As the sword fell, blood stained his clothes, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

The head rolling at his feet was none other than the face of the Demon Lord.

"Welcome, Demon Lord!"

"Welcome, Demon Lord! May the Demon Lord live a thousand years!"

Ji Tinghan stared coldly at the demons crawling on the ground, feeling no pleasure in revenge. All he wanted now was to stay by his senior sister's side.

Now that he was the Demon Lord, he could do whatever he wanted. He completely ignored the demons on the ground awaiting his judgment and quickly returned to Luo Zai Shui's side.

He was unusually cold all over, and only when he was with his senior sister could he feel a trace of warmth from a living person.

"Senior sister, I killed so many people today, they all deserved to die..."

"Senior sister, I'm so cold... Why don't you talk to me..."

Luo Zai Shui knew that he had a very difficult time with the demons, but she never expected that he would scheme and become the Demon Lord.

Ji Tinghan kept his head down, his voice muffled: "Senior sister, what should I do next?"

Luo Zai Shui naturally couldn't answer him.

She was frantically circling in the air, her child, whom she had raised single-handedly, was suffering all kinds of injustice, but she could do nothing about it.

“Oh right.” Ji Tinghan slowly raised his head, his eyes turning bloodshot. “And the Wen family, how could I forget about them?”

Ji Tinghan gently took her hand and said in a tender tone, "Don't worry, senior sister, I will make them pay for their crimes in blood."

Luo Zai Shui didn't want him to continue like this, so she could only worry anxiously and watch him walk step by step into the abyss.