They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 92 Seeing Shen Yeshu Again

"You...you..."

"Shen Tianba's eyes widened and he raised his finger as if to say something, but his broken internal organs mixed with blood gushed from his mouth. In the end, he was powerless and drooped his head, then fell to the ground with his head lolling to the side and died.

The servants of Shenjiazhuang were shocked, yet could not believe it.

What's going on?!

They were so polite and courteous just now, how could they turn on each other and kill each other the moment they met?

One of the servants was about to attack, but was stopped by the people around him.

"That's a disciple of the Wentian Sect!"

For a moment, the group was caught in an awkward situation, unsure whether to leave or make a move.

Qingque's hand was already on the umbrella handle, while Wu Cheng, still smiling, cupped his hands and said, "Why don't you all go back and inform the people in charge of the Shen family other than the patriarch? If they want to be my enemies, then I'll accept it. But perhaps I'll even be treated as an honored guest? Why don't you all hurry up and leave?"

The group exchanged glances, and one of them cupped his hands and said, "Please... wait a moment."

He really didn't know how to address Wu Cheng. If he called him "Young Hero," how could he call him that when he had just killed his patriarch?

But if they were to start hurling insults directly, putting aside the question of whether they could win, the other party claimed to be a disciple of the Wentian Sect, and when they killed, they did so without hesitation. They showed no fear at all. Moreover, everyone knew the strength of the patriarch. Although it was a sneak attack, he killed the patriarch in one move.

They didn't think they were of any use coming up here.

The group exchanged glances, leaving three behind, while the leader turned and went back to call for reinforcements.

Not long after, the man hurriedly returned.

He approached Wu Cheng and bowed respectfully, saying, "Young Master Xue, my young lady invites you in."

As expected, once Shen Tianba died, Shen Yeshu, who had been hiding behind the scenes, stopped pretending.

Wu Cheng raised his chin. "Lead the way."

We continued on our way and finally arrived at the octagonal pavilion over the pond in the back garden.

Shen Yeshu, dressed in a black gauze dress, was already waiting here. Her waist-length black hair was still unadorned, her skin was still deathly white, and her eyes were still downcast with a sense of brokenness.

The maid in yellow robes lifted the bamboo curtain to invite Wu Cheng inside. Qingque waited at the door, but her eyes were fixed on Shen Yeshu, and her hand was gently placed on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella.

After Wu Cheng entered and sat down, Shen Yeshu rose and gracefully bowed, "This humble woman, Shen Yeshu, greets...Young Master."

Wu Cheng cupped his hands in greeting, "Greetings, Miss Shen."

Shen Yeshu gently poured Wu Cheng a cup of tea with her slender hand. "Young Master...why did you kill my father?"

Having already completed his second playthrough, Wu Cheng had no intention of remaining a riddle solver.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then smiled, "Miss Shen, is Shen Tianba really your father?"

Shen Yeshu was taken aback. "Why do you say that, young master?"

Wu Cheng laughed and said, "As far as I know, Shen Tianba used to be a notorious bandit. I don't believe that a notorious bandit would honestly act as a local worthy here. Unless he has other purposes, such as... Sun Lang's treasure vault."

Shen Yeshu chuckled softly, her unfocused, pale eyes reflecting the face of the confident young man before her.

"So what you care about, young master, is Sun Lang's treasure vault. Indeed, I do have a key to Sun Lang's treasure vault, but... if you want it, you'll have to come and get it yourself."

Wu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "How do we retrieve it?"

"Unless you stay, young master..."

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"You can't stay, can you? You're the young master of the Extinction of Emotions Path, do you really think you'd stay in Shen Family Manor?"

Shen Yeshu's inorganic eyes widened for a moment. "How does young master know about my background?"

Wu Cheng smiled slightly, "You will know when the time is right."

"Isn't this a bit unfair?" Shen Yeshu lowered her eyes slightly. "Young Master knows my background, yet he deliberately conceals his identity. Young Master is not Xue Jianren of the Wentian Sect, is he?"

Wu Cheng cupped his hands in greeting. "My name is Wu Cheng, the Wu of the imperial surname, and the Cheng of 'a failure to accomplish anything.' I am merely an insignificant fourth prince, and I am currently on my way to the Wentian Sect to study under a master."

Wentian Sect... I became an apprentice and learned martial arts...

Shen Yeshu's clenched fingers turned slightly white.

"If Young Master Wu wants the key to Sun Lang's treasure vault, it's very simple. Just... don't go to the Heavenly Sect."

Wu Cheng tilted his head. "If we're not going to ask the Heavenly Sect, where are we going?"

Shen Yeshu's lips parted slightly, and after a long while, she uttered a sentence she thought was absolutely impossible: "Follow me back to the Path of Extinction of Love."

She immediately found the words laughable as soon as they left her mouth.

How is that possible?

Even when they first met in their past life, I concealed my identity.

He was devoted to upholding justice and chivalry; even if he didn't join the Wentian Sect, he would still be that forever sunny and righteous young hero. How could he possibly go with this woman from the demonic sect?

"it is good."

"!!!"

Shen Yeshu looked up in surprise, only to see Wu Cheng say without hesitation, "I agree."

"But...but I am from the Demonic Sect..." Shen Yeshu pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly, "Young Master, please don't tease this humble woman."

It's too cruel to give someone hope only to extinguish it with your own hands...

"Of course it's true."

Shen Yeshu opened her eyes wide, and the boy in her sight had a serious expression on his face like never before.

Looking at the boy's face, her vision gradually blurred, and her memory seemed to fly back to that summer many years ago.

That was a long, long time ago, so long that she couldn't remember how badly she was injured. She only remembered that blood was gushing out from the wound on her side, and no matter how much she pressed, she couldn't stop it. Even her night clothes were soaked with blood.

But she still remembers the boots she saw before she lost consciousness.

The boots were old, the toes were worn white, and there were a few bits of grass stuck to them.

When she woke up again, she was lying on a hard bed, and her wounds had been cleaned and bandaged.

A medicine pot simmered on the stove, the medicinal soup bubbling away.

He was squatting in front of the stove with his back to her, fanning the fire.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and grinned at her.

She stared at him coldly without saying a word.

She knew him; she had met him once before when she was in Shenjiazhuang.

Later, he apparently joined the Wentian Sect and became the junior brother of that sword fairy.

His name is Wu Cheng.

Did he save her because he didn't know her identity, or did he have ulterior motives?

She decided to stay and kill him to silence him once she recovered from her injuries.

She would find opportunities to test him every day.

She would always pretend to casually ask about the Wentian Sect, about the martial arts world, and about the Demonic Sect.

He never shied away from talking about the Wentian Sect, praising what should be praised and criticizing what should be criticized. He even used the story of his master Gong Yuqing "peeling peanuts and blowing on them until the ground was covered with peanut skins" as a joke.

He spoke of the Demonic Sect in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a group of pitiful people who had gone astray.

On one occasion, she deliberately said that she had heard that people of the Extinction Path specialize in practicing techniques to sever emotions and desires, and that they kill without blinking an eye.

He paused while adding firewood, and then said something she would remember for the rest of her life.

"Techniques are techniques, and people are people. A knife can kill people or cut vegetables; it all depends on how the person wielding the knife thinks. If someone were willing to give them a different path, they might not necessarily want to live under the sun."

She didn't reply at the time, but simply pulled the blanket over her head and pretended to be asleep.

But she didn't close her eyes that night.

Later, her injuries had almost healed, but she hesitated to take action.

Her reason was that she hadn't figured out his background yet, so it wasn't wise to act rashly.

But the real reason was that one evening, he excitedly ran back from the foot of the mountain, took out a string of candied hawthorns from his pocket and stuffed them into her hands, saying that these were the best snacks in town and that he had queued for a long time to buy them.

She looked at the string of candied hawthorns, half-melted from his body heat, and suddenly felt a tightness in her throat, unable to utter a single word.

She has killed many people in her life, and has also been hunted down many times.

She had eaten the most delicious delicacies and drunk the finest wines from the Western Regions, but no one had ever lined up to buy her a string of candied hawthorns.

That night, she sat alone on a rock on the back hill and ate the last candied hawthorn while facing the moon.

The hawthorns were very sour, but the sugar coating was very sweet. She held the bamboo skewer in her hand for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't bear to throw it away.

The day she recovered from her injury, she didn't leave. He didn't ask any questions either, and she continued to live in the thatched hut on the back hill.

During the day, she would watch him practice swordsmanship, picking out his flaws, mocking his swordsmanship, and then, when his swordsmanship was off by even a fraction of an inch, she couldn't help but step in to correct him.

The two sat under the jujube tree in the evening, chatting idly.

She asked him, "If you save someone but they don't thank you, will you regret it?"

She thought he would say something about persuading people or believing in the inherent goodness of human nature.

But he didn't. He just looked up at the bare branches and thought for a long time before speaking.

"All people under heaven, whether good or bad, are my subjects."

She was stunned.

She knew he was a prince, of course, but he never mentioned it to her, and she pretended not to know.

"No one is born a member of the Demonic Sect, so it's not their fault."

He spoke slowly, as if he were organizing a thought that he had been pondering for a long time but had never spoken aloud.

"It's because the emperor didn't teach them well, and the court didn't leave them a path to follow. If one day I have the ability, I want the disciples of the three sects and six paths of the demonic sect to be able to live under the sun, without having to hide or be attacked and killed."

Their swords can be used to protect the people, and their skills can be used to save lives, not to harm the loyal and good. Of course, if they do something wrong, they must atone for it, even if it costs them their lives, but after that, the Demonic Sect can cease to be the Demonic Sect.

"Will you be willing to help me then?"

She said okay.

Only after she finished speaking did she realize what she had said, but she did not regret it.

That night, the moonlight was so bright that it made her heart flutter.

She took a deep breath, walked over, took his hand, and said, "Let's get married."

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said okay.

There was no matchmaker, no betrothal gifts, and no guests.

The red candles were made from bamboo shavings from the forest, and the wedding dress was her faded pale yellow shirt. He pulled out an unpatched cotton robe from the bottom of the trunk and put it on.

The two people knelt under the old crooked tree and kowtowed three times to the north.

She looked down and saw his fingers trembling slightly at the edge of the red cloth. The bamboo skewers for the candied hawthorns were on the windowsill, and the moonlight shone on them, making the dried sugar stains shine.

He called her "wife".

She said to call it again.

So he called it again.

That night, a wind blew down from the mountaintop, rustling the bamboo forest.

She slept on his shoulder all night, and when she woke up the next day, she found that he had remained motionless in the same position all night.

His shoulder was numb on one side, but when he saw her open her eyes, he smiled and said good morning.

Later... he said he had to go back to Lin'an, where there were some things he had to do.

After he finished doing all this, he would marry her properly and then vindicate the Demonic Sect.

He said he has a very, very big ideal, so big that it would take a lot of people working together to make it possible.

He asked her to help him unify the three sects and six paths of the Demonic Sect and transform it into a force useful to the people.

He said that at that time, the Demonic Sect would no longer be the Demonic Sect, but would be the one who helps him protect the world.

She never doubted what he said.

But he lied to her.

She didn't wait for him to come back.

When the news arrived, she was in the headquarters of the Extinction Path killing a wicked elder.

The knife was still in his hand, the blood was still hot, and the messenger knelt on the ground and said that Lin'an City had fallen, Wu Cheng had died in battle, and his body had been hastily buried in the desolate mountains outside the city.

She remembers wiping the knife clean, putting it away, and walking out of the main gate.

The sunlight outside was blinding. She stood on the steps by the door for a long time, but couldn't remember what she was going to do next.

Later she remembered that she was going to Lin'an to pick him up and take him home.

She found his grave on that desolate mountain outside Lin'an City.

She knelt before that mound of yellow earth, neither crying nor speaking, but simply kneeling for three days and three nights.

On the morning of the fourth day, as the sun rose, she took out the old red cloth that had once wrapped the red candles from her bosom, covered the grave, and then kowtowed three times.

A worship of heaven and earth.

Two worship the high hall.

The husband and wife bow to each other.

She spoke to the bad yellow soil...

"I, Shen Yeshu, am willing to marry Wu Cheng as my wife, for this life and for all eternity."

She stood up, wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her face, and turned to go down the mountain.

From that moment on, she was no longer just the young master of the Extinction Path; she was Wu Cheng's wife.

She will do what he has to do.

The path he had to walk, she would walk.

He wanted the disciples of the three sects and six paths of the Demonic Path to live under the sun, so she went to unify the Demonic Path.

Now, looking at the boy's sincere face, she simply nodded, a smile playing on her lips.

"Okay, then... let's continue together."

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