I Want to Grow Stronger

As expected, the Teleportation Array swallowed up the figure of the man in black. Jiang Zhuoxue endured the pain and got up from the ground, rushing over to try to catch up with the man in black while the Teleportation Array was closing.

But what he received was an even more ferocious attack than before. This time, Jiang Zhuoxue was so badly injured that she almost fell into the blue Netherfire!

If Boruo hadn't been watching over her son and bailed him out at the crucial moment, the Devil Dragon would probably have been roasted alive on the spot.

Jiang Zhuoxue couldn't care less about any of that now. He watched helplessly as the Teleportation Array disappeared before his eyes, not even knowing who the other party was, and he easily lost Sang Ying.

Jiang Zhuoxue's eyes were bloodshot, and a deep red slowly appeared in her pupils.

"Who is he?" Jiang Zhuoxue spat out the blood gushing from her mouth and asked in a hoarse voice.

Boruo frowned, reluctant to tell her son, "The Heart Devil Mirror was hidden in Futu's heart. Since even the Heart Devil Mirror has fallen into his hands, Futu is definitely dead. Do you know how powerful Futu is? The Netherfire behind you could easily kill any high-level Devil Race, and even if you fell in yourself, you'd have a slim chance of survival. But Futu can survive in the Netherfire for tens of thousands of years..."

"I'll only ask you, who is he?" Jiang Zhuoxue turned her gaze to her biological mother, the red ring in her eyes seemingly threatening to spread across her entire pupil.

Boruo gasped slightly. "You're about to become a demon."

Outsiders always say that Jiang Zhuoxue is Devil Dragon. Although the word "demon" comes first, his bloodline is still closer to that of the Dragon Race.

Judging from Jiang Zhuoxue's current appearance, she is probably not far from becoming a complete Devil Race.

Boruo was somewhat worried that such a mixed-race child could easily lose his mind and turn into a monster if he wasn't careful.

But her worries were not what Jiang Zhuoxue cared about. He just looked at his mother with a mixture of sorrow and anticipation and asked, "Who is he? Where is he taking Sang Ying?"

Boruo sighed. She didn't know how much Demonic Power this Human Race girl possessed to have turned her child into this state, but what could Boruo do since her child had begged so desperately?

She could only reply helplessly, "I don't know that person's identity either, but the fact that he could open High Antiquity Teleportation Array all by himself, and that the power that attacked you just now was clearly Immortal Power, suggests that he is probably an immortal!"

"And to be honest, the mutated Devil Creature that Futu sent to the Gods and Devils Battlefield were probably delivered by this person. Sigh, I know you like that Human Race, but this person is far too dangerous. Even Futu is no match for him, and he has created so many terrifying mutated Devil Creature. It's simply impossible for you to take him back from him!"

If it were Futu, she might be able to help him. After all, no matter how powerful Futu, he has already been sealed away. The Netherfire is constantly eroding his power. If she does some tricks, she can always get the Heart Devil Mirror from Futu.

But now...

Boruo looked at her son with concern, only to see that the red in Jiang Zhuoxue's eyes had become even more intense.

"How can I become as strong as Futu?" Jiang Zhuoxue asked.

Immortals? Immortals even stronger than the current Futu?

Ultimately, it was because he was too weak. He used to think he was already very powerful in the Lower Realm, Dragon Race that many people feared and admired! But now he realized that his power was not strong enough at all. Otherwise, Sang Ying would not have been so easily kidnapped.

He needs to become stronger, stronger than Futu, and even stronger than that man in black robes!

Only in this way can he protect the people who are important to him.

Boruo knew what her son was thinking as soon as she heard it, but she couldn't stop him, nor could she.

The mother and son had been separated for too long, and their relationship had grown increasingly distant. Besides, what's wrong with a child wanting to become stronger? In this world, only the strong have the right to choose.

"Are you sure you want to ask me?" Boruo asked him back. If he were to ask her how to become stronger, she would be walking the path of the Devil Race.

Even though Bai Nianchou was Immobilization Incantation, he still tried his best to break free of the Technique Method and speak up to stop Jiang Zhuoxue.

There is an insurmountable chasm between dragons and demons; if one truly crosses it, there will be no turning back!

However, Jiang Zhuoxue's answer was firm, "I want to become stronger, to become the strongest as quickly as possible!"

He was willing to pay any price for it.

"Alright." Boruo took a deep breath, finally calming himself down. "In that case, I'll help you."

Behind them, Bai Nianchou silently shed tears. He knew that from this day forward, he and Jiang Zhuoxue could never go back to the way things were.

Sang Ying looked at her hands; they didn't seem like her hands.

Her hands were covered in calluses from sword practice and scars from years of training. Even with the tough skin of cultivators, how could one avoid scarring after encountering a powerful enemy?

But the hands in front of her were different. Although they were almost identical to hers, these hands were white and delicate, looking as beautiful as those of a young lady raised in a wealthy family.

She looked up at the mirror in front of her, and strangely, the face reflected in the mirror was hers, but it had an added touch of charming adorableness compared to how she remembered it.

This puzzled Sang Ying greatly. In her memory, at her age, she should have already been gaining experience outside, and shouldn't still have such an innocent appearance.

Sang Ying rubbed her head, feeling as if she had forgotten something very important.

Unable to figure out what she had forgotten, Sang Ying stepped out the door, only to bump into a handsome figure. He walked towards her against the light, and her familiar face came into view—it was Gu Huaiwei!

"Didn't we agree to practice swordsmanship at your master's place today? Why are you overslept again?" The Gu Huaiwei in front of her was completely unlike the cold and aloof person she remembered; instead, her expression was extremely gentle.

Seemingly noticing Sang Ying's strange behavior, Gu Huaiwei asked curiously, "Why do you look at your teacher like that? Is something wrong with your pale face?" As he spoke, he reached out to feel Sang Ying's forehead.

Sang Ying hurriedly dodged his hand, and when she looked around, she suddenly realized that she was on Crimson Snow Peak.

No, this isn't right! This isn't her memory; it's nothing like what she knows.

Sang Ying avoided Gu Huaiwei and skillfully flew on her sword towards the peak where her parents were. What puzzled Sang Ying even more was that many buildings within the Flowing Light Sword Sect, which had clearly been destroyed in Jiang Zhuoxue, seemed completely unchanged.

With this question in mind, Sang Ying quickly found her parents' place. She saw the two familiar figures in the distance and was about to raise the corners of her mouth to call out to them when another person, who was no longer there, suddenly sat down opposite them.

Sang Ying got goosebumps all over. The middle-aged cultivator who was chatting and laughing with her parents was clearly the sect leader who had been dead for hundreds of years!