Author: Yu Shanqing

Yu Xi held the wooden doll tightly in her hands and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Where have you been? I couldn't find you anywhere just now. I thought..."

Halfway through, Yu Xi suddenly realized that her tone was too eager and stopped suddenly.

Chu Yan's voice came from the wooden doll, "What do you think?"

Yu Xi took a deep breath, glanced at the prayer pool in front of her, and her heart was already relieved, "I thought you were kidnapped from the Demon Palace."

Just when Yu Xi wanted to ask what was going on, a small emerald-colored turtle emerged from the water.

Seeing Yu Xi and the wooden doll in her hand, she shrank her head as if she had done something wrong, and said with some fear: "Your Majesty, I seem to have done something wrong..."

"I didn't know that wooden dolls were yours..."

After Wan Zai explained with sincerity and fear, Yu Xi realized that everything was just a false alarm.

Chu Yan did not encounter any danger, but was mistakenly put into the turtle shell by Banzai.

The spiritual energy fluctuations on the wooden doll were already very weak. Yu Xi comforted him with a few words of comfort, and took the wooden doll back to the dormitory. After placing it on the bed, he immediately placed a circle of spiritual stones around it.

The shimmering spiritual stone gradually became dim, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on the wooden doll gradually returned to the state before Yu Xi's tribulation.

"How do you feel now?" Yu Xi asked softly.

"Much better." Chu Yan's voice sounded much more solid than when he was in the prayer pool just now. The wooden doll's eyes looked directly at Yu Xi, and his tone was particularly serious, "Thank you."

Recalling the spiritual energy that had just lifted him to the surface, he paused and then asked, "Was there something in that pool just now?"

"Huh?" Yu Xi realized what he was asking, "You mean the black turtle at the bottom of the pond?"

When he surfaced, Chu Yan vaguely caught a glimpse of a huge figure staying at the bottom of the pool.

It turned out to be a sleeping black turtle.

I don’t know whether it was because it saved him or for some other reason, but Chu Yan felt inexplicably close to it, "Can you tell me more about the black turtle at the bottom of the pond?"

Yu Xi was keenly aware of Chu Yan's concern for the Ten Thousand Years Black Turtle, "Did something happen in the prayer pool just now?"

Chu Yan completely recounted the entire process of struggling at the bottom of the pool and then being rescued by the spiritual energy exuded from the black turtle.

When he heard that Chu Yan was rescued by the Black Turtle, a flash of surprise flashed in Yu Xi's eyes, "It has been sleeping for a long time. Are you sure that the spiritual power was separated from it?"

"Yeah." Chu Yan confirmed, "I won't feel wrong."

Yu Xi was startled, her consciousness moved, and she looked towards the prayer pool on the north side of the dormitory.

The black turtle at the bottom of the pond still maintained its previous state, motionless and showing no signs of waking up.

So just now, it sensed the aura of its former master and knew that he was in danger, so it could use a touch of spiritual power to save him from danger while sleeping?

Yu Xi knew that a large part of the energy of the Demon Palace Formation was transformed by the power of the Ten Thousand Years Black Tortoise. If the Ten Thousand Years Tortoise could be recognized as its master, it would naturally be possible for the Demon Palace Formation to recognize its master.

Now that Xuangui has recognized Chu Yan, then the Demon Palace Formation has naturally recognized Chu Yan as well.

Ordinarily, Chu Yan is their real master, and the Demon Palace should change owners at this time and return to Chu Yan's control.

But why does the token that controls the Demonic Palace Formation still firmly reside in her sea of ​​consciousness and never leaves?

Yu Xi was confused for a moment.

It seemed that the Demon Palace Formation recognized and protected her much more than she imagined.

Is it because it can't tell that she is a fake, or is there some other reason for this?

Is she really just a coffin board for the Demon King?

Just as doubts arose in Yu Xi's mind, Chu Yan also became suspicious.

Why does he feel close and familiar to the black turtle that has been sleeping at the bottom of the praying pond for a long time?

According to Yu Xi, the black turtle stayed in the Demon Palace for ten thousand years and never left.

If he felt familiar with this black turtle, that could only be one reason.

In his previous life, he really lived in this devil's palace!

Combining everything before, now, he really believes it.

He has an old relationship with the Demon King.

He...is the devil's concubine.

…

Lingxiao Sect, the top of Wangchen Peak.

Facing Yun Jing, Hongde lowered his head slightly and said, "Master, the people sent by my disciple were not worthy of being reused. Before they could bury the Biluo Crystal, they were captured by the devil. Unfortunately, the Biluo Crystal also fell into the hands of the devil."

Dehong carefully looked at the white-bearded old man's face in the cloud mirror.

Seeing that his expression was calm, he continued to ask for instructions, "Do you think it is necessary for the disciples to send someone over to bring the Biluo Crystal back?"

Dehong didn't know much about the Biluo Crystal. He only knew that it was a treasure that once belonged to the ancestor of Daoyuan.

As for its use, I have no idea.

But even if he doesn't know this, Dehong also knows that things that can be solemnly explained by his master are definitely not vulgar things.

It would be a pity that something like this fell into the hands of the devil.

"There is no need to send more people."

In the cloud mirror, Patriarch Daoming stroked his beard and said softly: "There is no need to worry about Biluojing anymore. As for the two disciples you sent..."

Patriarch Daoming's expression was dark. Although he had not finished his sentence, Sect Master Hongde on the other side of the cloud mirror had completely understood what he meant, "Master, I know what to do now."

Patriarch Daoming nodded lightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes, and said warmly: "I will leave my sect to you, and I will feel at ease as my master."

"Disciple will definitely live up to his master's instructions." Dehong bowed respectfully. He didn't straighten up until the cloud mirror on the top of the mountain dispersed.

The breeze blew by, making my back feel a little chilly.

Hongde reached out and touched it, only to realize that his clothes had been wet with cold sweat at some point.

On the other side of the cloud mirror, when the image in the mirror disappeared, Patriarch Daoming picked up a magic formula and rose into the air. His figure continued to shuttle between thunder and lightning and storms. After a while, he landed on another island hundreds of miles away from the cave.

There is nothing on the island, the ground is bare, not even a tree or a blade of grass.

Ancestor Daoming walked to the center of the entire island, tapped his toes on the ground three times, and a fluorescent light flashed from the ground, wrapping his figure and disappearing.

When he appeared again, he was already in a sealed stone room.

It is more like a solid prison than a stone chamber.

There are a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one chains hanging in the prison. These chains are all wrapped around the body of a man with a beard and a wretched figure in the center of the stone room.

Hearing the sound inside the stone room.

The man raised his head and looked at the ancestor Daoming who appeared here, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

"Don't worry, someone will be with you soon."

The corners of Daoming Patriarch's lips slightly curled up, and he called out the title he had not called for a long time, "Junior Brother."
Chapter completed!