What Is Your Relationship with Sang Ying?

Nighttime, Twin Orchid Realm.

The sect leader of the Flowing Light Sword Sect endured the dull pain in his chest and looked at the increasingly dense Demonic Qi on the horizon.

He didn't understand why the people of the Devil Realm had suddenly become so powerful, or where that masked man named Fusheng came from.

All he knew was that tomorrow he would represent the few remaining sects to negotiate with the new Demon Lord.

If this succeeds, he will become a disgrace to the righteous cultivators of the Twin Orchid Realm. If this fails, he will become a sinner for all time in the Twin Orchid Realm.

Is it better to fawn over the Demon Lord and gain temporary peace, or to maintain the pride of a cultivator and let the war continue? The choice couldn't be simpler.

Only at this moment would the sect leader feel regret. If it had been Sang Zheng, who was favored by the former sect leader, instead of himself, who had taken this position, perhaps he wouldn't be so conflicted today.

The sect leader sighed again. He was about to turn around and go back to rest when he felt a terrifying aura gradually approaching.

He turned around abruptly, and beneath the full moon, there was a dark shadow.

"Righteous cultivators? They want to negotiate?"

The newcomer wore a cloak and a mask, completely concealing his face, and even disguised his voice, making it somewhat indistinct.

But for some reason, the sect leader felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar.

"Indeed, I have come here on behalf of all the righteous cultivators of the Twin Orchid Realm. I hope the Demon Lord will show mercy and agree to a ceasefire." The sect leader clenched his fists silently, refusing to show any sign of fear.

He stared intently at the person in front of him, even though the other person's aura made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Naive." After a long silence, Fusheng finally spoke, "The war between demons and human cultivators is impossible. One month from now, I will crush the Flowing Light Sword Sect!"

After saying that, a cloud of black mist suddenly swept away, enveloping Fusheng completely, and in an instant they left the territory of the righteous cultivators.

The sect leader suddenly leaped forward, trying to stop the person, but was struck down by the other party's palm.

The sect leader's sternum, which had already been injured by Sang Zheng, broke again, and he fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

He looked unwillingly at the dark sky in the distance, and fainted in helplessness and despair.

The Hidden Moon Forest is vast, much larger than anyone imagined.

After their Law Technique to fly was banned, the four of them found their journey to the heart of the forest much more difficult.

After defeating another group of Demon Beast, Sang Ying Sang Ying taking a break. Continuing to march forward like this wouldn't work; she couldn't wait that long.

After the group stopped, Sang Ying gave Jiang Zhuoxue a few brief instructions and then left alone to do something unknown.

Seeing this, Fu Shuangjiang lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he approached Jiang Zhuoxue and asked the seemingly useless young man in front of him, "May I ask what the relationship is between Fellow Daoist Jiang and Fellow Sang Ying?"

Hearing the slightly intimate "Sang Ying" from the other person, Jiang Zhuoxue unconsciously licked her back teeth. "What relationship? Can't you see it? Isn't it already obvious?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Shuangjiang's expression instantly darkened. "You shouldn't have done this. Fellow Daoist Sang Ying possesses extraordinary talent and is destined for great things. You shouldn't have seduced her like this!"

"Seduction?" Jiang Zhuoxue pondered the word for a moment, then suddenly realized that the person might not be wrong.

A dull pain suddenly shot through his fingertips; it was the sensation Sang Ying had given him. Jiang Zhuoxue squeezed his fingers, barely managing to suppress the strange pain.

"Why shouldn't I? You think I did something wrong, but what if she likes it?" Jiang Zhuoxue chuckled.

Fu Shuangjiang, as if struck by a sudden thought, blushed deeply. "Fellow Sang Ying is not the kind of person who would be so easily swayed by beauty! Don't talk nonsense! You clearly used tricks, and Fellow Sang Ying is young, which is why you deceived her!"

After witnessing Sang Ying's Swordsmanship, Fu Shuangjiang developed a liking for Sang Ying. So even though Sang Ying's cultivation level wasn't high enough, he still brought her into the Hidden Moon Forest.

In the first few days, it was just the two of them in the forest. Even though he didn't talk much with Sang Ying, it was enough to make Fu Shuangjiang very happy.

But Jiang Zhuoxue and her companion followed them.

Su Fuyun, who had been deliberately getting close to him, was easy to deal with. Only Jiang Zhuoxue, who was like a burden, seemed difficult to handle.

Feeling that a promising cultivator shouldn't be ruined, Fu Shuangjiang felt it necessary to intervene in their affairs.

However, he seemed to have underestimated Jiang Zhuoxue's thick skin; she was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

"You're a cultivator from the Black Tortoise Realm, with no relation to Sang Ying. Why are you meddling in our affairs? Could it be that you've also fallen for Sang Ying?" Jiang Zhuoxue sized her up through the white veil, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Fu Shuangjiang's face flushed red, and he hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense, I just don't want Fellow Sang Ying to be held back by you!"

After all, Jiang Zhuoxue doesn't seem like a decent person at all.

Jiang Zhuoxue scoffed, "Really? That's good. After all, Sang Ying doesn't like male cultivators like you. You're always lecturing people, like some kind of old master, it's annoying."

In just a few words, Fu Shuangjiang's face, which had just regained its slight blush, turned deathly pale.

He bit his lower lip, trying hard not to ask, "What kind of person does she like?"

Jiang Zhuoxue, who was standing to the side, watched his sudden change in expression with amusement, then got up and went to find Sang Ying.

Su Fuyun, who followed along, was not about to miss this scene. Although she couldn't hear what the two were saying, she preferred Jiang Zhuoxue's even prettier face.

But seeing Fu Shuangjiang's dejected expression, she softened her voice and took the initiative to comfort him, "Senior Brother Fu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? If you've encountered any troubles, you can tell me, and I will definitely help you."

Fu Shuangjiang pushed away her outstretched hand, her expression turning cold again. "Thank you for your concern, Holy Maiden Su, I'm fine."

One sentence shut down all of Su Fuyun's concern.

When Sang Ying returned and sensed something in the forest again, she saw the three of them with expressions that clearly indicated they were hiding something.

As soon as Jiang Zhuoxue arrived, she grasped Sang Ying's hand and noticed the wound on her fingertips that had not yet fully healed.

However, he wisely refrained from asking.

Instead, Sang Ying asked curiously, "What happened between you two after I left? The atmosphere seems a bit strange."

"No, you must have misread it." Jiang Zhuoxue smiled brightly at her.

Sang Ying didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that it was getting late, she pulled everyone to continue on their way.

But this time she knew exactly where they should go.

The forest's allure to Sang Ying was intermittent, nearly causing the group to lose their way several times.

Taking advantage of the moment she went outside, Sang Ying cut her fingertip and reconnected with the object using a drop of blood.

What she saw before her was no longer a dense forest, but a red thread winding forward.

The thing that had called to her for so long was quietly waiting for her at the end of the thread.