99 Just get it out of my sigh (1/2)

A shocked expression lit up Zhao Weiwe's face as she fumbled to catch Ten Thousand Eternal Star Bead.

”Don't let it get away!” Hui Ziwang bellowed as he pushed Zhao Fanyu aside and summoned a swirl of ravens that shot spells and needle arrows at the little girl. The corpses perked up as well and everything was rushing toward Zhao Weiwei!

Zhao Fanyu didn't even have the time to regret, but when he tried to leave his spot to rush over to her, he was stopped by the demon king. ”I don't think so!”

Huo Tang cursed and tried to swallow up the black feathers with her divine flames. But at this point Yuan Xuelan's spiritual energy was nearly depleted and she could hardly summon enough!

The younger cultivator was also thrust into action and wedged himself between two of the corpses that were going to attack the girl. But he couldn't call upon Silei's power anymore. Adrenaline was simmering down into fatigue and he could only curse, having the barest ability to hold back these undead fiends.

Zhao Weiwei would have screamed if she had a voice. But instead, she turned around to run, even when she knew that she wasn't fast enough to lose the terrible things coming for her life.

But she had forgotten how exhausted she was. She totally overestimated the strength left in her legs and tripped over herself. A shadow loomed over her and she saw the ugly maw of an undead man who had a sword raised toward her.

Zhao Weiwei's heart hammered as her eyes instinctively shut.

But there was no pain.

Death was not there to claim her.

When she opened her eyes…she did not know what to expect but it was definitely not seeing the back of Hei Xiang defending her from the corpse!

Hei Xiang's hair was gray and her eyes a sparkling golden, perfectly matched with the demon king. But Zhao Weiwei could recognize her right away. Her voiceless lips mouthed, ”Hei-jiejie…”

Zhao Weiwei was yet ignorant of Hui Moxiang's true name. The younger of the two demons raised her head and looked at both her brother and Zhao Fanyu. There were tears pricking her eyes but she held them back.

”Please, Dage, stop this.”

Hui Ziwang was not pleased by this development, ”Hui Moxiang!” He roared at her, ”Do you have a fucking idea about what you're damned doing? Do you have a death wish!?”

She shook her head, ”No! You're the one with a death wish! This entire plan of yours with that Yang Sehan is just a quick way to the grave!”

But her Dage did not agree, ”Why is it that you're too retarded to understand anything!? Fuck, you're such an ungrateful little fucking brat!” He raised his hand at her and was about to summon a spell, only to be interrupted by Zhao Fanyu who wrestled him into a deadlock. The effect of Zhao Fanyu's enhancement pill was slowly running out but he didn't care about the pain that ripped through his muscles.

”Get off me!” Hui Ziwang wrestled with him until he was finally able to get himself free.

By then, two more people ascended the temple steps. Li Zheng and Liu Sumeng had been slower than Zhao Weiwei. Without a jade key of their own, they were forced to activate the traps that protected the top layer. While they had managed to cleave out a safe path for Zhao Weiwei, they had to be more cautious and dismantle the dangers slowly before making their way up.

Hui Ziwang looked around him and cursed. Aside from the few remnants of Peng Jipei's little puppets, he was alone and hopelessly outnumbered.

And though he knew that he could put up a good fight and have a decent chance of winning if he summoned the full potential of his powers, was that really something he was willing to do?

He glared at his foolish little sister, ”You're making a mistake, Hui Moxiang.”

”...Dage, you're the one making mistakes…”

The demon king, who spoke crassly before, was unusually calm with his words. Hui Moxiang knew that this meant that her brother was truly unhappy. ”If you are sentenced to death at their hands, do not expect me to come rescue you.” He walked over to the balcony's edge.

Hui Moxiang held back the temptation to call out to him. She was the youngest and had the least memories of their parents. Her older brother was much of a father to her as he was a brother. But she didn't and Hui Ziwang stepped back into the air and fell. She ran towards the balcony's edge, seeing a black shroud of raven wings disappear into the distance.

But relief didn't come for Hui Moxiang. In fact, she couldn't help but feel like she'd nailed in the lid in her own coffin.

Ah seriously, since when did Hui Moxiang become so stupid? There was a time when her life was so simple. She contemplated making an escape. After all, she felt like her face wasn't thick enough to those standing behind her. She didn't want Li Zheng to point any more fingers. She didn't want to see the vacant disappointment in Zhao Fanyu's eyes. She didn't want to see Zhao Weiwei turn away from her.

But just as she was about to make her escape, small arms circled around her waist. Hui Moxiang squeaked and stumbled backward to prevent herself from falling off the ledge herself.

When she looked down, she saw little Wei'er cling onto her, face buried in her robes. Hui Moxiang was stunned. Cautiously, she placed a hand on the young girl's shoulder, still too fearful of looking up at the crowd around her.

Honestly, this was all quite a big mess, wasn't it?

Liu Sumeng sighed.

He was disappointed in himself. If he hadn't been so useless then maybe that woman would still have lived. They made their way back to the Wayward Wind Temple after rescuing one little Zhao Weiwei.

The myriad of traps set to protect the top of the temple were a serious pain to undo. Liu Sumeng's robes were once again in a sorry state from tears and cuts and even burned splotches. It seemed that no level of enchantments protected his clothes from his foes.

And finally, after having made it to the top, Liu Sumeng couldn't help but feel like he'd missed all the most important parts.

It seemed that the Ten Thousand Eternal Star Bead was indeed summoned. But it was in Zhao Weiwei's little hand now so that should be okay right? Except Zhao Weiwei was now clinging to the body of a demon. The mysterious Hui that Liu Sumeng had no recollection of even in his previous life.

It was odd.

But Huo Tang sauntered over and snapped him out of his thoughts, ”Ivory Sword Saint! So you yet live. Hm, this divine one is pleased. I'll have you know I've done the majority of the work up here and that rude-boy has once again failed to fulfill his duties. Both praise and a scolding are in due order!”

In the middle of her ramble, her body glowed and from a woman, she changed back into a little fluffy bird and hopped into Liu Sumeng's palm.

”Hm. You did well.”

”What!?” Yuan Xuelan exclaimed, catching sight of this. Immediately a sour taste thickened on his tongue. ”She's lying! Sumeng, I did well too. Just throw that thing away already! That dumb bird exhausted my spiritual energy in a single breath, she almost had me killed!”