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Several days later.

Jiang Liyan opened her eyes once again, feeling her divine sense was muddy and almost unable to maintain consciousness.

Someone rudely pried open her mouth and poured medicine down her throat.

Deadvine Water?

Jiang the Witch suddenly shivered violently, recognizing the bitter and astringent liquid in her mouth as the meticulously formulated Deadvine Water—it could make one's perception acutely sensitive, amplifying emotions like happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy over a hundredfold, making it nearly impossible to maintain a stable state of mind.

For demon heads from beyond the heavens, humans with intense emotions and unstable minds were the best prey; therefore, Deadvine Water was mostly used on sacrificial victims to summon Heavenly Demons to the Lower Realm.

Of course, the Heavenly Demon Path wasn't about treating guests to a meal. They would draw runic scripts of soul imprisonment on the bodies of the sacrifices, trapping the Heavenly Demons inside the flesh after they had fed and then refining them into Demon Heads they could manipulate.

Jiang Liyan struggled to look ahead, finally making out the face of Elder Cai'e through the haze.

Am I... going to die?

"You treacherous disciple!" Elder Cai'e slapped her, causing Jiang Liyan almost to cry out in pain, "I'll give you one more chance. If you send a message now to call Wei Dongliu over to save you, I'll grant you a quick death!"

"If you don't know what's good for you, you know the means at your teacher's disposal!"

As she spoke angrily, she slapped Jiang Liyan across both cheeks swiftly, causing her face to swell and nearly bleed from her mouth and nose.

When Elder Cai'e finally stopped, Jiang Liyan spat out a few teeth, dazed and dizzy, revealing a bloody, indifferent smile, but said nothing.

She wasn't a fool and knew that if she chose to submit, she would not only lead Wei Dongliu into a trap but would still not end up with a good death.

Elder Cai'e was no trustworthy person.

A mass of dark clouds drifted into the cave from the outside, and upon seeing Elder Cai'e torturing her own disciple, a voice said:

"You needn't bother; I have already checked her storage bag, and she indeed has no magical treasure that could contact Wei Dongliu."

"The task of luring Wei Dongliu here can be left to me. You should start setting up your methods sooner."

"What a good person you pretend to be, Lady Xu!" Elder Cai'e spoke with malice, "I want to torture her body and mind personally, making her submit to my methods and betray Wei Dongliu of her own volition!"

"Hehe." Jiang Liyan suddenly let out a faint, vague laugh, "Wei Dong Liu... will avenge me... "

"Good!" Elder Cai'e sneered viciously, taking a silver needle from her storage bag, "I want to see how Wei Dongliu will come to save you!"

Meanwhile, Wei Dongliu had already arrived at the outskirts of the snowy mountain, lying in wait patiently.

If his memory served him correctly, Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu should have already entered deep into the Buddhist Pagoda inside the mountain.

Once that sword cry occurred, his Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword would be like having an ID card, fully recognized and able to appear in the outside world.

His divine sense swept the vicinity, ensuring that there were no cultivators nearby, and then he produced the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword from his sleeve.

The sword moved around him slowly, like a fish swimming, as if it were leisurely strolling.

Qing Ping had said that the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword originally wasn't planning to acknowledge its master at all, insisting on testing whether he, the Sword Master, had the strength and qualification to control and command this Intercepting Cult Immortal Sword.

Wei Dongliu, then, transformed into Chaos Demon Lord, and using pure demonic qi, he groomed the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword up and down, back and forth until it was utterly submissive.

It might sound like some bizarre comic, but the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword really ate it up, so no more needed to be said.

Hmm?

Wei Dongliu suddenly felt a subtle unease.

This feeling was very strange, for the intuition had risen from the depths of his heart several hours earlier.

Yet, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was amiss.

After reviewing his plan from start to finish and finding no issues, Wei Dongliu asked the Kunlun Mirror:

"Ah Jing, do you think there's something we've overlooked? Why do I always feel that something is not quite right?"

"You must be imagining things," the Kunlun Mirror said very calmly, "What could possibly be wrong? I have no idea."

"Ah Jing, you better not be deceiving me," Wei Dongliu said suspiciously, "If I truly suffer, you won't get off easy either!"

"Of course," sighed the Kunlun Mirror, "Our interests are aligned. Why would I harm you?"

Wei Dongliu thought it made sense; if he were to face any crisis and the Kunlun Mirror did not lend a hand... That would certainly be impossible.

Moreover, Ling Yunpo would soon release that sword chant, so waiting a little longer seemed harmless.

While he lay in patient ambush, Jiang the Witch on the other side was like a flickering candle in the wind, her life nearing its end, surviving only on the trickle of True Yuan that Elder Cai'e provided.

Jiang the Witch sat motionless, her body riddled with silver needles at various acupoints, her stillness resembling death, with only the slowly oozing blood and sweat, and occasional slight trembles indicating that she was still alive.

As for her spirit... under the constant and ceaseless torment, it had nearly become completely numb and relaxed.

"I'll give you one last chance," Elder Cai'e said with wild satisfaction, clearly having vented the grudges and hatred of days past, "Just betray Wei Dongliu, and I'll immediately end your life, letting the Heavenly Demon consume your soul."
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"Otherwise, you'll suffer for several more hours!"

Jiang the Witch remained silent.

It wasn't that she lacked the strength to nod; she had completely sealed off her heart.

Within her hazy consciousness, it was as if countless memories slipped through her mind, like scenes from an old movie.

When they first met in Mount Wutai, she was merely curious why he could withstand her Heavenly Demon Mystic Sound Technique and gradually became interested in him.

Then, feeling he could be useful, she concocted various reasons to follow him… This Fellow Daoist Wei, although he acted quite eccentrically, was different from the typical Demon Path Cultivator; within him were principles and rules, not the unscrupulous and vicious type.

Looking back now, what truly attracted her was not his mysterious demeanor, but rather his steadfast and righteous character.

On Golden Turtle Island in the Southern Sea, he had saved her from an Immortal Rank demon despite their past grievances.

Near Biyun Palace, when her master captured her on the spot, she had no choice but to plead for mercy using Wei Dongliu's name.

When Wei Dongliu arrived, he scared off the master and, surprisingly, didn't kill her. He simply stated lightly that he was willing to give her another chance.

So, although he liked to appear as a mysterious and heartless old monster, deep down, he was actually a moral gentleman.

Though I consider myself a cruel and ruthless witch, I don't favor cruel and savage Demon Lords. I've seen too many cultivators like that.

Actually…

Sigh, Fellow Daoist Wei, why were you so kind to me…

If there is another life, this humble woman… does not wish to join the Demon Cult again but desires to enter the Tong Xuan Gate. Even if I were to be a sweeping maid unable to cultivate, it would be to repay the life I owe you…

Numerous chaotic thoughts flashed through her Sea of Consciousness, eventually coalescing into a mass of black air that swiftly poured out from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

And her body came to a complete stop, trembling no more.

She was dead.