Chapter 40: Are All of You from the Demon Clan This Bad at Handling Pressure?

“Let me out! Do you know who I am?”

“Tsk, is there nothing else you can say? It’s always this line—aren’t you tired of repeating it? I’m certainly tired of hearing it.”

Wen Jingge took a purple-gold bowl out of her storage pouch. The moment she set the bowl down, water from the pool rushed into it, and in no time, a thin layer of water filled the bottom.

Seeing Lu Wei’s bewilderment, she explained, “Made this a few days ago when I let you rest down there.”

“Another array? Wait, no, there’s also talisman paper. This thing isn’t ordinary, is it?”

“It’s a combination of the Bai family’s finest crafts. I snuck over to the Burning Heaven Gate a few days ago. Half a year ago, I fainted there, and when I woke, I’d lost my memory. The only thing I remembered from that place was this purple-gold bowl.”

“So you stole it?” Lu Wei wasn’t even surprised.

“Don’t you know I’m domineering?” Wen Jingge punched him, boasting, “Who says it’s stealing? In the whole Xuan Yun Sect, if I want something, who dares say ‘no’?”

He gave a humorless smile. “Yes, you’re so impressive.”

“Hey!” Wen Jingge grabbed his head and turned it toward her, placing her hand on Lu Wei’s shoulder, which made him uncomfortable. “Is my disciple awake?”

“He choked on water and knocked himself out.” Mentioning Qiao Yu, Lu Wei couldn’t even begin to complain. “How do you teach your disciple? No sense at all. If he’d been under me a century ago, he’d have died a thousand times over.”

“Violence is not the way of the true masters,” Wen Jingge suddenly said, surprising herself and Lu Wei. “Wait, let me meditate first. When I’m close to entering trance, then say those angry, bloodthirsty things. Hurry!”

The old man: …

Lu Wei was startled, then understood.

That line must have come from the blurry white light in Wen Jingge’s mind, not from Wen Jingge herself. She wanted to figure out the cause of her amnesia, while he wanted to know who the chess player was. From the beginning, they were bound together in the same boat.

So, in front of the ruthless demon chieftain below, the two began bickering with each other.

“True masters? Ha! Who in this world can claim to be a true master? What foolishness!”

“If your heart holds true masters, then there will be true masters.”

Lu Wei: …

He paused, thinking such cheeky words must be from Wen Jingge.

But as he looked at her, Wen Jingge was still in a daze. “Your killing intent is too heavy. If not for you, would the White Deer have suffered disaster for no reason?”

“You know about the White Deer?”

“Ha!” Wen Jingge stood up from the ground, casting a cold gaze at Lu Wei and snapping, “A war god, yet you fell to demonic ways—how laughable!”

“…”

“Ahem.” Clarity returned to Wen Jingge’s eyes, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, then gave a bitter laugh. “So that’s what it was.”

“You’ve figured it out?” Lu Wei was confused. He felt he was on the verge of uncovering the truth when Wen Jingge herself suddenly broke free from that strange loop. “What was the unfinished sentence?”

“I was demonized.” Wen Jingge wiped the blood from her lips. Luckily, she’d once been a professional writer, her imagination vivid. “They said I sealed the mountain for fifty years, and the arrays on the mountain were set by two people.”

“So…”

“So, at Burning Heaven Gate, I was attacked by myself. That thing is likely something I sealed myself.”

“No, unless you’re a god or an immortal.” Lu Wei had been a god in his past life, able to see clearly even into Wen Jingge’s mind. How could he not recognize a god?

“She’s very weak now.” Wen Jingge hesitated. The “nonexistent” presence still hadn’t spoken, obviously aware of the situation.

She said, “Do me a favor. Before Qiao Yu reaches fifth rank, if you ever think I’m about to kill him, kill me first.”

“Don’t you dislike that disciple? Why risk your life to protect him?” Even after living ten thousand years, Lu Wei still couldn’t figure out what this woman was thinking. “Besides, he’s so useless—what does it matter if he dies?”

“No, not for him.” Wen Jingge tried calling for “nonexistent” in her mind, but it wouldn’t appear. “Is that little thing in my mind still there?”

“It’s gone.” Lu Wei looked at Wen Jingge with some surprise. “You have more secrets than I imagined.”

“Alright, whenever you’re awake, if it’s gone, let me know. Some things can’t be said in its presence.”

“Actually…” Lu Wei’s expression turned bitter. “From your performance in the illusion, you should be able to see it yourself. Both things exist in your sea of consciousness, unless…”

“Unless someone sealed it, right?” Wen Jingge answered quickly. “Don’t look at me like that. I can guess the seal was probably placed by myself, but now I’ve lost my memory. And, the thought that you might kill me makes me feel I might never die.”

Lu Wei took a deep breath, regretting ever discussing so much with this woman. “Are you doubting my abilities?”

“No, I’m doubting whether I’m truly a god.”

“What about him?” Lu Wei was done listening to her nonsense.

The old man, who had come to attack under the cover of demonic shadows, was pinned under their feet. The glow from the spirit stones in the pool had faded dramatically, leaving only the pool bottom illuminated.

Wrapped in a halo of light, the old man saw Wen Jingge gesture, breaking the prepared barrier, and he rushed out in panic.

“Trying to escape?”

He had overheard their conversation and knew that if he didn’t run now, he would not survive. The dignified master of the Ten Thousand Peaks had fallen into demonic ways, and his disciple housed an ancient demon—what kind of prestigious sect was this? Wen Jingge had ruined the reputation of a thousand-year-old sect, and he would risk his life to spread this news.

“Don’t chase him,” Wen Jingge tugged Lu Wei down to sit. “Let him go. Is it uncomfortable using my disciple’s body? You insist on this old man’s.”

“You know it’s not like that…” Lu Wei was still angry. He’d been chased by the old man so badly; now he wanted nothing more than revenge.

He’d lived so long, never before chased out of a bathhouse. Had Wen Jingge’s group not shown up, he’d have been seen by everyone in Qiao Yu’s body.

But seeing Wen Jingge’s twitching eye, he calmed down. “Fine, I’ll let him go.”

“Yes, we must be kind to others.”

Lu Wei watched the old man run off into the distance, turning to Wen Jingge with a deep gaze. “Now I believe you two are the same person.”

Wen Jingge: …

“He’s back.” Lu Wei watched the old man reappear at the bottom of the pool, the old man gazing at them in terror, seemingly unable to comprehend how he’d run in circles only to end up back at the pit’s bottom. “Hello.”

This time, the old man fainted before saying a word.

“Are all your demons so poor at handling pressure? You came out of the pit before, so it’s normal for him to circle back. But he fainted?”

Lu Wei: “Don’t drag me into this.”