CBGC - ch101.2

    The Demon glances at the Tapir, and sees that it’s now standing upright, its bloody mouth wide open, looking vicious and ready to bite. He is extremely angry at first, but then he suddenly laughs. He raises a hand and taps the Tapir on the head, saying: "Go down and call Ning Yuan in."

     The Tapir exits the stone room with a low cry, leaving the stone door open after it. Some time later, a black-clad young man comes in. He has a ghostly figure, and he stands still as soon as he enters the room, his breathing and heartbeat undetectable. He stays in the shadows, one can't even see his appearance clearly.

     "Go and find out if there is such a person called Su Tingyun." the Demon Venerable orders indifferently.

     He would like to know, with such a strong consciousness left in the soul, who is the original owner? Isn’t it interesting that the Dream-Eating Tapir can't erase her original consciousness and hypnotize her?

     As the primordial spirit is so powerful, it can’t be someone unknown. Why has he never heard of the name Su Tingyun?

     The Demon turns his head to look at the thinly dressed woman on the bed. After thinking for a while, he calls for another female cultivator in black, "Go and prepare some women's clothes and jewelry, the more beautiful the better."

     Life is too long and boring, one must try to look for fun, right?

     Now everyone is fixated on the Immortal Palace above the Divine Tree, breaking their heads fighting for the secret key of the Palace that has suddenly appeared. He has not subordinated himself under any Upper Realm cultivators, so the information he receives is limited. He might as well join in on the fun with this fake Xi Guang.

     Ah no, it's not a fake Xi Guang.

     This is Xi Guang.

     ...

     Su Tingyun had a nightmare.

     By the time she wakes up, she has a splitting headache and her body is limp and without an ounce of strength. She sits up with a lot of difficulty, only to find that the clothes on her body have been changed. Her hair has been combed into a bun, and there is a mirror next to the bed, and she could immediately see her current appearance.

     But Su Tingyun doesn't care about these things at all.

     No matter how beautiful this body is, she simply cannot stay for too long. Unlike Wei Yun's body, she will be rejected after staying in other people's bodies for a long time. She tried it before when she was on Xiao Mei's body, and reached that conclusion.

     The rejective force wants her to leave this vessel, but the body itself seems to have a very strong seal to trap her in it. Su Tingyun remembers the golden needles that the Demon Venerable used to stab her earlier, and immediately understands that her primordial spirit has been locked into this body.

     Two forces are tearing her primordial spirit apart, and Su Tingyun could see her face in the mirror, or rather Xi Guang's face, and it is currently completely bloodless.

     Xi Guang’s soul is just out there, her physical body did not die.

     But while Su Tingyun is in this shell, she can control the body, and can also cause its death.

     Su Tingyun is very tired.

     She needs a weapon.

     There’s no one else in the stone room for the moment, so she gets up from the bed after a lot of effort. She goes to the weapon rack and tries to take out the long knife. But when her hand touches the knife, she hears ghostly cries in her ears, and her already weakened primordial spirit receives another blow. Su Tingyun coughs out a mouthful of blood, her feet stumbles, and she falls straight to the ground.

     Her consciousness gradually becomes hazy, but there’s only one thought in her mind— she needs a weapon, she needs a weapon.

     Just then, she feels a coldness on her palm.

     The coolness from the ring brings her a wisp of clarity again, and when she turns her head to look, she is astonished to find that she’s holding the Springwater Sword in her hand.

     She’s definitely weak, but Su Tingyun still does her best to sit up. The Springwater Sword in her palm is like a handful of clear water from a spring, and she tightens her grasp on it.

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