Chapter 2260: Medicine Shocks the World (45)
Chapter 2260: Chapter 2260: Medicine Shocks the World (45)
The Demon Mountain has no food, and Chuzheng’s body doesn’t need to eat.
But Jing Po does.
So Chuzheng can only send Evil Spirits out of the River of Forgetfulness to fetch food back.
"Lord Chen Yin, have you secretly released Evil Spirits again?"
A person wrapped in a black robe appeared in front of Chuzheng, their voice somber.
"Hasn’t it returned?" Chuzheng was indifferent.
The black-robed person’s voice rose: "This violates the rules..."
Chuzheng: "It won’t run. If it does, can’t you find me again?"
Black-robed person: "..." That’s an Evil Spirit! What’s the point of finding you if it escapes?
"Lord Chen Yin, you’ve already brought back a Human, and we’ve granted you leniency. If you continue to act recklessly, how are you going to explain this to the king?"
Chuzheng: "If I hadn’t brought back the River of Forgetfulness, who’d be in trouble now? Would it be me? Would it be me?!"
The River of Forgetfulness was cut off, and Spiritual Bodies couldn’t reach below.
Due to certain irresistible rules, they couldn’t go above, naturally unable to probe what happened to the River of Forgetfulness.
Over the years, they’ve cleared the inventory, not causing the entire System to be chaotic.
But once the inventory was cleared and no new Spiritual Bodies emerged, that posed a problem.
Demon Spirits couldn’t go out themselves but could be summoned outside, so when someone was found summoning Demon Spirits, Chen Yin was summoned for a talk.
The power of the contract wasn’t easy to defy.
Later, something happened to Chen Yin, and suddenly it switched to her, then the power of the contract disappeared.
It seems the contract might have targeted the soul.
What followed were the experiences Chuzheng went through.
Chuzheng reconnected the River of Forgetfulness, which was a great help to them.
Black-robed person: "..."
"Anything else?"
"...Nothing."
The black-robed person vanished.
Jing Po emerged from behind, asking curiously: "Who were you talking to just now?"
"No one."
"..."
He clearly saw a shadow flash by... Jing Po obediently didn’t ask further.
"I want to take a look down below." Jing Po pointed downward.
"What do you want to see?"
"...I just want to see."
"Oh." Chuzheng let Jing Po come over, wrapped an arm around his waist under Jing Po’s puzzled gaze, then leapt down.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Jing Po instinctively cling tightly to Chuzheng.
The sound of wind whistled by.
Jing Po’s heart raced as he cautiously opened his eyes; the falling speed wasn’t fast, and below lay the flowing River of Forgetfulness.
The bright red color didn’t seem frightening.
On the river surface, clusters of light, both large and small, floated. Each cluster contained a Spiritual Body.
Some clusters were strong, some weak.
The weaker clusters would soon be torn open by the Evil Spirits in the river, dragged down.
The stronger clusters could float along the river towards the distant darkness.
The Demon Mountain lay at the boundary between yin and yang; perhaps beyond the darkness... lay the Underworld.
Jing Po landed on solid ground, still far from the river surface, standing on a small path, beneath which was a dense dark area, like... treetops?
Chuzheng bent down, stretched out a hand to touch.
Where she touched, small, white, butterfly-like flowers lit up one after another, quickly spreading into the distance.
The entire riverbank seemed to light up suddenly.
The light lasted for a while, slowly dimming, then gradually brightening again, like a slow breath.
"Is it beautiful?"
"...Hmm." Jing Po watched, mouth agape.
So many Forgetfulness Trees...
Chuzheng led Jing Po down, and when they reached the bottom, Chuzheng gestured for him to look up.
Jing Po looked up.
On hundred-foot perilous cliffs stood ancient little buildings, brightly lit, seeming suspended upon the cliffside.
Huge herds of beasts circled above, standing up there, completely invisible due to perspective and lighting.
Standing below now, you could see them.
The scene was indescribably awe-inspiring.
"Is that... Zhixi?"
"Hmm."
Zhixi is a living Demonic Beast that exists here, capable of crossing between realms.
But Zhixi’s combat power isn’t strong and it’s extremely afraid of death, so they rarely go out.
Chuzheng took Jing Po on a round nearby.
She warned him which places were off-limits, where he could go.
As Jing Po listened, he got distracted by some flowers and plants, eagerly wanting to study them.
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng couldn’t stop him, let him go.
There’s only Chuzheng on the Demon Mountain, the rest are Evil Spirits, used by Chuzheng as servants.
Now these Evil Spirits have another use... testing medicines.
Which made the Evil Spirits flee upon seeing Jing Po.
What a demon!!
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"Lord Chen Yin, there’s someone who wants to see you." An Evil Spirit floated outside Chuzheng’s room to report.
"I’m busy." The voice from inside sounded somewhat impatient.
"But..." The Evil Spirit hesitated: "She said she’ll stay until she meets you; she also said her name is Sha Lan."
Creak—
The door was pushed open, Chuzheng came out from inside, and the Evil Spirit glanced into the room, seeing the young man hurriedly pulling on his clothes, heading toward the screen.
The Evil Spirit immediately lowered its head; it’s over!
"Sha Lan greets the Demon Spirit Lord." Sha Lan brought along the blue-dressed young woman.
"What’s it about?" Chuzheng was rather impatient.
"Sha Lan promised that after avenging herself, she’d serve the Demon Spirit Lord."
"You’ve avenged yourself?"
"Yes."
She found those people back then, given the chaos on Jiuzhou Continent, with them dead, no one would know who did it.
Evil Spirits can’t reincarnate for a short while.
Sha Lan may have understandable reasons, but she’s ultimately an Evil Spirit.
Her current options are to stay in the River of Forgetfulness, relying on it to cleanse her sins, though it’s long and painful.
Or she could hover nearby, never reincarnating.
This is allowed since the Demon Spirit’s duty is to oversee these Evil Spirits.
"Suit yourself."
"Thank you, Lord." Sha Lan’s face showed delight.
After finishing up business, Chuzheng returned to the room where Jing Po was already asleep.
The Golden Core no longer hovered above his head, now kept in a box, placed outside.
The youth’s body was curled up, half his face buried in a plush blanket, struggling to breathe, his little face flushed red.
Chuzheng rescued him out.
The youth let out a soft hum, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
Chuzheng slipped under the blanket and laid down, wrapping him from behind.
"Jing Po, are you happy living here?"
This kind of place, devoid of human bustling, no noise, just unending darkness.
Is it the life he wanted?
The room was silent, no reply.
Uncertain how much time passed before the youth’s voice sounded: "I’m happy being with you, no matter where."
Chuzheng tightened her hold and kissed his neck: "That’s good."
On the screen, golden light flickered, faintly reflecting the intertwined silhouettes of two.
The Golden Core placed outside cracked with fine lines.
Golden tendrils spread out from the Golden Core, the cracks enlarging.
A small Golden Cicada broke through the shell, stumbling as it spread its wings, flying into the void, erratically soaring out the window.