Chapter 180

In the Devil Realm, sandstorms raged.

Flowing Nether River, few demonic figures remain.

This river is the boundary between the human and demon realms. Crossing this river means entering the Devil Realm and the territory of Devil Cultivator.

This place is filled with Devil Qi. Legend has it that this river can reflect a person's soul. A human soul is clear, while a demon soul is murky. One can tell whether someone is human or demon with a single glance. Therefore, it is very difficult for ordinary Human Race cultivators to infiltrate the Devil Realm.

However, recently, with the news of the collapse of the Divine Pillar, the Devil Cultivator who had been peaceful for nearly a thousand years could no longer hold back and were eager to make a move. Upon hearing that the Devil Master had ordered an invasion of the Human Realm, they could no longer restrain themselves and swarmed across the boundary river to cause chaos in the Human Realm, resulting in a significant decrease in the number of Devil Cultivator Flowing Nether River compared to previous days.

Recently, a rumor has been circulating near the river: a mysterious black-clad swordsman roams the riverbank, killing any demon he encounters, and whose cultivation is unfathomable.

The Devil Heart, and as a result, there were even fewer demons Flowing Nether River.

"Brother, let's hurry up and leave. I heard there's a serial killer around here."

"The sorcerer said that my aunt's illness can only be cured by boiling medicine with river water."

"Alright... bro, you fetch the water, I'll keep watch for you."

"Eh."

The boy rolled up his sleeves and fetched water from the riverbank. His sister squatted behind him, looking around curiously. She saw a tall, slender figure walking slowly from the riverbank. The man was so tall that she couldn't help but crane her neck to look at him. Beneath the black cloak was an extremely handsome man's face. She was stunned, her cheeks slightly flushed.

As the man approached, the younger sister noticed the haphazardly wrapped bandages on his hands, suggesting an injury. Remembering the recent rumors about a serial killer, she realized this man's attire was exactly what she expected.

The ripples in her heart vanished instantly, and she quickly tugged at her brother's sleeve, "Brother, brother, he... he seems to be here..."

What's here?

The boy turned around and met the man's gaze.

Those were cold, merciless eyes, as dark as ink. The moment he met them, the hairs on his body stood on end, and the water bottle slipped from his hand. He slowly stood up and pulled his sister behind him.

The boy before me was like an extremely wary leopard, trying to scare away his opponent.

Bai Fu's eyes swept across the siblings' necks, a bloodthirsty killing intent surging within him, his eyes turning crimson.

He closed his eyes, turned and left.

"Etc!"

"What are you yelling for?" The boy couldn't help but turn around and scold his sister.

The younger sister shrank back. "He's so strange... wait, he's gone."

The boy turned around, but the man in black had vanished; his appearance seemed like an illusion.

His wound is still bleeding.

"And, brother, only half of his reflection is shown in the river. Where has his soul gone?"

Bai Fu avoided the brother and sister, walked to a secluded riverbank, looked down at his split hand wound, and was about to find a place to treat it when he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice. "Master."

He froze, then slowly raised his head.

The person she had been longing for appeared on the riverbank. Qiaoqiao, draped in a brown cloak, looked even more charming and delicate. Her eyes crinkled into a smile, "Master, I've found you."

A surge of bittersweet emotions welled up in Bai Fu's heart.

Qiaoqiao, seemingly unaffected, strolled over to him, frowning as she examined his half-undone bandage. "Such a deep sword wound."

"Qiaoqiao..."

"Master, shall I apply the medicine for you?"

His long eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Qiaoqiao, you shouldn't have come."

[Since I'm already here, why are you trying to send me away?]

[I've walked so far, my legs are about to break, and now they want me to go back? Master is so heartless, boohoo.]

Bai Fu:...

He sighed softly, raised his hand, and conjured a cave abode, enveloping the two of them inside.

The fragrance of plum blossoms wafts through the air.

This transformed cave abode was exactly like the Wanghan Immortal Abode. She was extremely familiar with everything inside. With a thought, Qiaoqiao appeared in the bedroom and lay down on the bed without saying a word.

I feel so comfortable now.

Heaven knows how arduous her journey was from the Human Realm to the Devil Realm. She had to avoid both cultivators and Devil Cultivator cultivators along the way, proceeding with extreme caution, lest she reveal her whereabouts. Just finding the person had already exhausted all her strength.

Sensing someone approaching, she sat up and patted the spot next to her. "Sit down."

Bai Fu looked at her.

She stared back at him with her round, almond-shaped eyes, without even blinking.

After a long while, he finally gave in and sat down to the side.

Qiaoqiao then took his hand, took out some medicine to treat his wound, and applied the stinging powder. He didn't even flinch, but Qiaoqiao kept gasping for breath, as if she were the one in pain.

Bai Fu couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.

After treating her wound, she suddenly leaned closer to the other person and blinked, "Master, it looks like you have a wound on your face too."

Bai Fu looked down at her.

She reached out and traced his features, her fingers brushing over his long, slanted eyebrows, his thick, raven-feather-like eyelashes, his straight nose, and finally landing on his lips.

This is a face I will never forget.

Even if you forget it for a time, it will never feel unfamiliar.

They spent forty-nine days and nights together, and she remembered every detail about him.

Is forty-nine days enough time to fall in love with someone?

Qiaoqiao felt that was enough.

When she regained her memories of her past life and faced him again, that feeling of her heart fluttering returned. She knew she liked Bai Fu very much.

It always has been.

She spoke softly, "Bai Fu."

Bai Fu's expression changed.

"What did you do after the Protective Sword Formation collapsed on Ethereal Peak?"