Chapter Sixty: The Witch Zi Yu

  The girl's words were like a gentle stream flowing through Guo Ming's heart, and the pain that had pierced his bones was gradually decreasing. By the time the girl walked to Guo Ming's side, the pain in his eyes had completely disappeared. Guo Ming opened his eyes in surprise, and what he saw was a girl wearing a veil.

  But what surprised Guo Ming even more was the girl's hair, which wasn't black or yellow, but purple. As far as Guo Ming knew, there was no such hair color on Earth. The possibility of dyeing her hair could be completely ruled out. Although it was just a thin veil, Guo Ming felt like he was separated from her by millions of mountains, and his vision was blurry like looking at flowers in the fog. As he looked up into her eyes, Guo Ming's whole body shook - this girl's eyes were like stardust, containing an irresistible charm that moved people's hearts. Just one glance, and Guo Ming was certain that he would never forget this girl's eyes again.

  Guo Ming didn't dare look again and softly said: "Thank you, miss."

  "Hmm, the girl nodded and said, since you're awake, leave now."

  "Leave? Guo Ming was taken aback. To be honest, he didn't have any intention of leaving immediately, and the other person was too quick to boot him out. However, since the other person had already given the order to leave, Guo Ming didn't want to go against his host's wishes, so he nodded and said: "I'll leave right away, but I'd like to ask, what is this place? And where did you rescue me from back then?"

  "You don't need to know any of this, just follow me and leave," the girl said calmly.

  "No, I must repay the kindness I've received with a spring of gratitude. I have to know everything I should know." Guo Ming stood firm without moving his feet.

  That girl unexpectedly glanced at Guo Ming, her tone as calm as ever: "If you don't leave now, it's very likely that you'll never be able to leave this place. Are you sure you want to stay with me here for ten thousand years?"

  "Ten thousand years? What does it mean?" A bad premonition surged in Guo Ming's heart.

  The young girl waved her jade hand, and a seven-colored light flashed. A table appeared beside the two of them, with some fruits that Guo Ming had never seen before arranged on it.

  A rich spiritual energy emanated from the fruits, and Guo Ming lightly inhaled a breath, feeling his true yuan circulating three times faster than usual. Spirit fruit! That was spirit fruit! Guo Ming's heart almost leapt out of his chest cavity. Three hundred years ago, spirit fruit had nearly become extinct on the entire planet, and in modern times, it was even more rare, generally impossible to find. Yet this young girl had casually produced so many. Of course, all of this wasn't what shocked Guo Ming; what truly shocked him was the girl's technique. With a wave of her hand, she could change the weather, reverse yin and yang, and create something out of thin air - what kind of magical power was this?

  Could it be that this girl is an immortal from ancient times?

  The girl stretched out her hand and gestured: "If you are interested in knowing everything here, I can tell you slowly, but the price is that you will end up old and lonely here."

  Guo Ming smiled calmly and sat down directly, saying quietly: "Miss saved my life, even if you take it back now, I won't complain at all. No matter what Miss thinks, but I must repay the kindness."

  The girl chuckled and said, "I hope you are as good as your word."

  Guo Ming did not respond, he quietly gazed at the girl in front of him who was as mysterious as a fog. He would soon know everything he wanted to know, and it was impossible for Guo Ming to say that he wasn't excited. This girl's mystery was no less than his master's, and her magical powers were immeasurable. His dream was to fly through the sky and escape from the earth, but his irresponsible master had left him. If he could get this girl's guidance, he would definitely be able to avoid many detours.

  "My name is Ziyu, I am a cultivator of demonic arts. The moment that girl opened her mouth, it was earth-shattering, and immediately knocked Guo Ming to the ground."

  Cultivating immortality, cultivating demonic powers cannot coexist, this is a basic rule. Guo Ming had never naively thought that he could eliminate the gap between the two factions by relying on his own influence. As soon as the girl spoke, Guo Ming's hands unconsciously accumulated magical energy.

  "Are you thinking of making a move on me?"

  Guo Ming's whole body shook, and he hastily dispersed his magic power. He didn't dare to lift his head to look at the girl's face. What was wrong with him? He actually thought of attacking his lifesaver? Was this still human? Guo Ming felt a wave of heat on his face, and after a moment, he said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry."

  "Heh heh, I didn't expect a orthodox cultivator like you to be so unusual. From your face, I can tell that you don't have any intention of killing me, otherwise you would already be a corpse by now," the young girl said with a soft laugh. Her voice wasn't loud, but Guo Ming could hear a thick bloody aura emanating from it, and he didn't doubt her words at all. Given the opponent's realm, they wouldn't joke around casually."

  Guo Ming looked up at the girl, and at this moment, her eyes seemed like a venomous snake that chose its prey to bite, full of bloodthirsty desire. It was the killing intent accumulated from long-term repression. Guo Ming's heart was chilled, and even his current magical powers were stolen away by the shock, making his whole body feel weak. He didn't need her to come and kill him; with just a thought from her, he could completely bid farewell to this world.

  Fortunately, the murderous aura in the girl's eyes quickly dissipated and her clarity was restored. Guo Ming let out a clever laugh, his whole body breaking out in cold sweat, and he didn't dare to look up at the girl again.

  "Why don't you dare to look at me? Am I a devil in your heart?" Zi Yu said with a chuckle. As she spoke, her body sat down beside Guo Ming's.

  Kuo Ming's body hair stood on end, instinctively wanting to avoid her, but in the blink of an eye he thought of something and his tense body suddenly relaxed, calmly meeting the girl's gaze, smiling: "How could that be? I, Purple Rain, will never forget the kindness you showed me. Even if you are a demon, it is just a flash of brilliance that ordinary people cannot see."

  A flash of murderous intent flickered in Zi Yu's eyes, she was a complex person after all, taking lives depended on her whims. A few days ago, it was just a sudden burst of kindness that led her to save Guo Ming. After a few days of interaction, she had developed some good feelings towards Guo Ming and didn't want to kill him, so she let him leave early, lest one day her demonic nature would erupt and scatter Guo Ming's soul.

  Guo Ming's performance made her very unhappy. If Guo Ming had dodged earlier, she would have definitely taken action without hesitation and refined his soul. For her, the struggle between immortals and demons was not supposed to happen, but since she was in the midst of it, she could only reluctantly accept the arrangement of fate. It's said that humans can conquer heaven, but this is just nonsense. Even for those with absolute magical powers, heavenly immortals who have survived the heavenly tribulation still have to face the destruction of countless calamities.

  Heaven cannot be defied, this is her understanding. The cultivator goes against heaven and acts, but in the end still has to return to nature. Nothing is eternal, yet heaven is the only thing that is eternal.

  She was a sacrifice to the struggle between the immortal and the demon. If possible, she would have killed all those hypocritical cultivators who were pretending to be gentlemen. She had been trapped here for ten thousand years, whose fault was it? The fault of the cultivators. Guo Ming was too weak in her eyes, just like an ant. Life and death were just a thought away.

  She didn't consider Guo Ming as an equal cultivator at all. If he were an opponent of the same level, she would have taken action without hesitation. As for Guo Ming, she couldn't even muster up any interest. But if Guo Ming did something that displeased her, she wouldn't mind killing him off. Just like how you might be curious about ants, you might not easily step on them, but what if it bit you? Would you still ignore it?

  Guo Ming unknowingly avoided a disaster due to his change in attitude.

  "Highlights? Hehe, then tell me what highlights I have on me?" Zi Yu seemed to be very curious and asked.

  Guo Ming didn't dare to speak recklessly, if he was right it would be fine, but if he was wrong who knows how the other party would treat him? After thinking for a moment, he said: "Whether one cultivates Tao or cultivates evil, they are all different paths with the same destination. Miss, your eyes have thousands of killing intents, but I believe this is not your true intention."

  "Do you know how many people I've killed?" Zi Yu's expression changed, and she coldly laughed.

  The change in the other person's face made Guo Ming's heart skip a beat, he felt that talking to him was like playing chess, if one step went wrong, it could be disastrous. He could only force himself to say: "I don't know."

  "Well then I'll tell you, at least several thousand," Zi Yu said.

  Kuo Ming let out a sigh of relief, originally thinking the number would be higher than this. A few thousand Kuo Ming could still accept. But the girl's next sentence made him so shocked that he stood up straight, staring blankly at the girl, his eyes filled with thick, undisguised murderous intent.

  The temperature in the whole house dropped rapidly.