The demonic sword, having devoured many souls, had droplets of fresh blood on its blade.
Yao Xintong still held the unconscious Feng Yiliu in her arms. "Miss Song, thank you for saving her. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid she wouldn't have seen her last moments. She probably only has one or two days left. I want to accompany her."
Song Weizhi nodded slightly and summoned the system in her mind. "System, is there any way to save Senior Feng? It's painful to part in death just after meeting. I feel uneasy about it."
[Host, I understand your feelings, but the system doesn't have the authority to bring someone back to life. However, there is a spiritual medicine that can extend her life for three months. In these three months, she will live like an ordinary mortal. The required points for exchange are 600. Would you like to proceed with the exchange?] The mechanical voice of the system echoed in Song Weizhi's mind.
"Exchange it. Using a few points to give them more time is worthwhile." Song Weizhi clicked on the exchange in her mind, and a black pill appeared in her hand.
[Senior Yao, please stay. I have a medicine here that can temporarily extend Senior Feng's life for three months. However, after these three months, I won't be able to save her.] Song Weizhi spoke with some reluctance.
But Yao Xintong was overjoyed. She originally thought she and Feng Yiliu only had a short time together. Now, with an additional three months, it felt like a blessing from heaven.
"Miss Song, thank you. If there's anything I can do for you in the future, I'm willing to do anything."
"Senior, you're too kind. We're friends after just meeting once. How can friends watch each other suffer without helping?" Song Weizhi said, crouching down to feed the pill to Feng Yiliu.
"Senior Feng is in your hands now. I'll visit you both another day. I'm staying in an inn not far from here. If there's anything, you can come and find me."
After saying these words, Song Weizhi was ready to leave. However, Wei Zhao was still holding the unconscious Zhou Qingxue. "Mistress, I'll wait for her to wake up before going back."
Song Weizhi patted Wei Zhao's shoulder and said, "Sure, take your time."
Zhou Qingxue had just fainted, and it shouldn't take too long for her to wake up. Song Weizhi wasn't worried. What concerned her more was whether Zhou Qingxue could accept Zhou Yeran's death. Could Wei Zhao and Zhou Qingxue stay together peacefully?
On the way back, the system reminded Song Weizhi in her mind, [Host, Feng Yiliu has only one soul and one spirit left. Her soul is damaged, and from now on, she can only live as an ordinary person. She can no longer follow the path of cultivation.]
Song Weizhi sighed and said, "Being an ordinary person is fine. It's just hard for Senior Yao. After she reincarnates, she won't have the memories from before."
Seeing Song Weizhi in a somewhat low mood, the system remained silent.
Song Weizhi was thinking about her little girl. After such a long time without seeing her, she wondered how her little girl was doing. Did it hurt when she fell into a demonic cultivator? Was she being bullied by others?
Now that she had found two pieces of soul fragments, and the matter with the Cold Mountain Sword Sect was settled, Song Weizhi decided to send a message to Wei Zhao, asking her not to leave without saying anything. Then, she went to the vicinity of the Blood Demon Cliff.
Standing on the top of the cliff, looking down, she felt that something was strange. She remembered that many evil spirits of demonic cultivators lingered here, so according to the original text, the area beneath the Blood Demon Cliff should be covered in evil spirits and shrouded in demonic aura. However, Song Weizhi standing on the edge felt that the demonic aura here was very weak. Even if there were remnants of demonic cultivator souls, they wouldn't be abundant.
Song Weizhi's brow furrowed slightly. Despite knowing that her little girl wouldn't be in real danger, she didn't want her little girl to suffer.
After the sword descended to the bottom of the valley, Song Weizhi found that the bottom was unusually calm. There were almost no evil spirits here. Song Weizhi walked around for half a day before finally finding a few scattered remnants of demonic cultivator souls. She immediately activated her spiritual qi to intercept those ethereal remnants.
Those remnants didn't seem to know what was going on, and they were quite timid. Seeing Song Weizhi turning around, they wanted to run.
Song Weizhi stopped them and said, "Don't go. I have some things to ask you. Moreover, it's not quite right for evil spirits to run away when they see people, is it?"
"Miss, spare us, spare us, please. Miss, you don't know. A few months ago, a very powerful girl appeared at the bottom of the cliff. Don't be fooled by her good looks; she's ruthless when tearing people apart. After she cleaned up the evil spirits at the bottom, she left."
Song Weizhi sighed. It seemed that she was too late. That girl was probably her Xia Xia. "Where did that girl go now?" Song Weizhi hurriedly asked.
"Miss, we don't know. We only know that after she cleaned up the evil spirits at the bottom, she left."
Song Weizhi sighed again. It seemed she was indeed late. Her little girl had already left.
Those evil spirits hurriedly said, "Miss, if there's nothing else, could you let us go? Hehe."
Song Weizhi sneered and said, "Let you go? How is that possible? Just in time to help my little girl clean up all the evil spirits that she didn't kill." As she spoke, the demonic sword swept toward the evil spirits, and the area around Song Weizhi immediately became calm.
After searching the bottom of the cliff several times, without finding any trace of Song Zhixia, Song Weizhi had to return empty-handed.
On the other side, Gao Chengxuan felt that Song Zhixia had probably fallen into the demonic path and suffered a lot. He sent a few demonic cultivators under his command to the bottom of the cliff to search for her. Soon, those demonic cultivators returned.
With a cold face, Gao Chengxuan asked, "Have you brought the person back?"
The leader of the demonic cultivators glanced at Gao Chengxuan and hesitated before saying, "We didn't see anyone, and there are no evil spirits at the bottom of the Blood Demon Cliff."
"What? How is that possible? It's well known that evil spirits gather under the Blood Demon Cliff. How can there be none?" Gao Chengxuan scolded angrily.
The demonic cultivators knelt and pleaded, "Your Highness, forgive us. We're telling the truth. There's no sign of Song Zhixia at the bottom."
"Humph, all useless. Zuoxuan, take care of these useless ones. I don't keep trash around me." Gao Chengxuan said coldly.
On the other side, Song Zhixia had been secretly observing Song Weizhi near the inn where she stayed. She followed from a distance, afraid of being discovered by Song Weizhi, and only dared to sneak a few glances from far away.
She missed her Senior Sister more than ever. However, looking at her current appearance shrouded in a black aura, Song Zhixia didn't dare to approach. She thought it would be fine to secretly watch her Senior Sister like this, but as she continued, her longing grew. Even if her Senior Sister was not too far away, Song Zhixia still felt a crazy desire to see her.
In the end, that string in her heart broke when Song Weizhi went to the Blood Demon Cliff to find her. Senior Sister had been looking for her all this time. Song Zhixia thought that even if she hid the demonic aura on her body and went to see her Senior Sister again, she would change back to her appearance before falling into the demonic path. However, suppressing the demonic aura consumed too much spiritual qi, and the trapped demonic qi in her body felt like a knife cutting through her, causing intense pain.
Even climbing the steps of the inn, Song Zhixia's face was already pale. When she knocked on Song Weizhi's door, her whole person seemed a bit unsteady.
Song Weizhi, with her cultivation in Mahayana realm, had long known that someone was outside the door, and the person's aura was very similar to her little girl's. Eagerly, she ran over to open the door, and the person she had been eagerly waiting for appeared before her eyes. Seeing her little girl standing there in good condition, Song Weizhi's eyes turned red.
She pulled her little girl into her arms, holding her tightly as if afraid that she would disappear. "Xia Xia, you came back? I missed you so much."
Tears had already welled up in Song Zhixia's eyes, and she thought she wouldn't cry. However, as soon as she saw Song Weizhi, her tears flowed uncontrollably, "I miss you too, Senior Sister, wuwuwu."
In Song Weizhi's embrace, holding her little girl's slender waist with one hand and using spiritual qi to close the door with the other, Song Weizhi also set up a barrier in the room.
"Xia Xia, where have you been during this time? Are you injured? Let me take a good look." Song Weizhi gently pushed her little girl away from her.
"I'm fine, Senior Sister. I'm just a bit tired. Am I not standing in front of you all right?" As Song Zhixia spoke, cold sweat accompanied by droplets rolled down her forehead.
Feeling sorry for her, Song Weizhi raised her hand to wipe Song Zhixia's sweat, but it seemed endless. The more she wiped, the more there was. Song Weizhi felt a little panicked and said, "Xia Xia, what's happening? Why is your complexion so bad?"
"I'm fine, Senior Sister. I'm just a bit tired. I'll lie down on the bed for a while." Song Zhixia leaned her head against Song Weizhi's shoulder. Suppressing the demonic aura had consumed too much of her spiritual qi. If Song Weizhi wasn't holding her, she would have almost collapsed.
Sensing that something was amiss, Song Weizhi couldn't help but gently lay her little girl on the bed. Just now, seeing her little girl too excited, she failed to consider many things. She was sure that her little girl had suffered a lot under the Blood Demon Cliff and had fallen into the demonic path. However, apart from her physical weakness, her little girl seemed no different from an ordinary person. There was only one possibility: her little girl was forcibly suppressing the demonic aura with spiritual qi.
Feeling a bit angry that her little girl didn't take care of herself, but also distressed, thinking that her little girl did this to avoid scaring her, Song Weizhi sat beside her little girl and softly asked, "Xia Xia, is there something you want to tell me?"
Looking at Song Weizhi's concerned eyes, Song Zhixia wanted to tell the truth several times, but in the end, she didn't say anything.