Meng Qingying's aura kept rising and condensing. She knew that breaking free of the Demon Abyss's pull did not mean she was out of danger. She was now within Bodhi Temple, facing the Formless Bei Yuan, with countless monks all around her.
Yet at this moment, she had no intention of directly using Shadow Escape to flee. Instead, her fighting spirit surged.
Bei Yuan had yet to recover from the grievous wounds he had suffered in his battle with Jade True Person.
Meanwhile, she had already reached the peak of Qianyuan.
Carrying the lingering momentum of shattering a great conspiracy, she could fight. Though she stood in an extremely perilous place, where one misstep could leave her dead, this was the path of the devil—one had to live through such trials.
The devil's path had no smooth, effortless method of leveling up through closed-door cultivation. One often had to seek opportunities amid peril and killing intent, especially when taking revenge after being set up. Only then could one's thoughts flow freely.
Without that fierce Demonic Nature, she might as well go home and nurse children.
But what Meng Qingying had not expected was that Bei Yuan had no intention of fighting her at all.
"Benefactor, please hold your hand."
"What?" Meng Qingying sneered. "You plotted against me; the facts are laid bare. Are you still going to deny it?"
Bei Yuan shook his head. "Since Benefactor has already seen the situation clearly, you should know that I did not act to plot against you."
Meng Qingying froze slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching. She felt that this was a little... well, something.
To anyone else, this had plainly been a scheme—an assassination attempt, no question about it.
But perhaps, in Bei Yuan's own view, it truly was not.
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