When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Zong Lan snorted coldly, "This young master did nothing."

"?" Chu Xianlan didn't understand.

Bai Xiaotu was extremely anxious and forcefully nudged Zong Lan's elbow: "Hey Zong Lan, explain yourself clearly! This is definitely very important to Brother Chu and the others!"

Zong Lan was driven crazy by him!

You can't scold her, otherwise Bai Xiaotu will start crying again! She's so thin and frail, and she's always so reckless. I really don't know if she's brave or cowardly!

He shook off Bai Xiaotu and said, "It means exactly what it says. I didn't do anything, and the anger just dissipated on its own!"

About three or four months after being stained with the red mist, Zong Lan regained his clarity of mind after a long time. Unlike his previous intermittent lucidity, the resentment that had tormented him for so long completely disappeared.

After listening, Chu Xianlan thought quickly.

Does this prove that the "red mist malevolent energy" in the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, while seemingly the same as the "malevolent energy" naturally carried by half-demons, is actually different?

The red mist is like a temporary epidemic; it will affect the demon race and will also dissipate on its own.

The malevolence of half-demons is more like a "curse," which they carry from birth.

Chu Xianlan was a little disappointed upon reaching this conclusion. She had thought she could find a way to get rid of the resentment from Zong Lan, but it seemed that this approach was not feasible.

At this point, Bai Xiaotu urged again, "What else? What about the scenes you saw when you went mad? Tell me about the other things too."

Zong Lan's expression changed slightly. "It's just an illusion; it might not be real."

"Hallucination...? What kind of hallucination?" Chu Xianlan pressed.

Zong Lan rubbed her ears irritably. "I see some fleeting images, they're not very coherent and they're quite absurd... A thousand years ago, humans, demons, and half-demons lived together, which was... somewhat similar to Bei Ming's current situation."

"My condition at that time was no different from eating poisonous mushrooms," Zong Lan said, twitching her eyebrows. She thought they wouldn't believe her, but the next second, the boy in front of her said urgently:

"What did you say?!"

Chu Xianlan's heart suddenly raced; what Zong Lan saw was definitely not an illusion!

Because a thousand years ago, the three races truly lived in peace... therefore... the demons, stained with the red mist, witnessed events from a thousand years ago!?

"What else do you know?! Can you describe the scene in detail? Did you see the former crown prince of the human race?"

Zong Lan was stunned by his barrage of questions, thinking to herself, "Why is this guy so agitated? Has he gone crazy?"

"I already said it's just fragmented footage, who can recognize who's who?" Zong Lan raised his wine glass and took a sip. "I saw the three races busy with something in the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm. Those half-demons seem pretty normal. They've forged a lot of swords. Uh... also, the atmosphere is quite serious. It seems like they're working together to deal with something."

Bai Xiaotu rubbed his forehead.

He was dismayed by Zong Lan's poor language skills.

After that, Zong Lan racked his brains but couldn't say anything more, but he said that other demons affected by the malevolent energy also saw similar hallucinations and reported them to the Demon King.

If you would like to learn more, you can try visiting the palace to see the spirit.

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Deep within the Northern Sea, in the palace of the demon race.

Passing through the corridors, the magnificent hall is covered with soft carpets made of the furs of various exotic beasts. In the center of the palace, countless tiny jewels hang from the towering dome, reflecting light.

The throne was empty, and the Demon King Ming Si was leaning against a soft couch by the window.

Ming Si appeared calm and relaxed, holding an ancient book in his hand. He leisurely turned a page, and upon closer inspection, one could see that many maps and paintings were scattered around him.

Just then, a slender figure emerged from behind Ming Si.

"Don't step on my book."

For a long time, the person behind him remained silent.

Ming Si chuckled, "Haven't we already taken revenge on him? What's there to be angry about? Back in the imperial city, I only asked you to release the half-demon from the dungeon and bring him back to Beiming, I didn't ask you to do anything else."

"And you?" Ming Si closed the book, propped his chin on his hand and smiled, turning to look at the girl behind him. "Not only did you deliberately expose the identity of Immortal Lord Jixue and incite the half-demons to go crazy, but you also made the scene chaotic and difficult to handle. Oh dear, Qiao Yu, you really are something."

Qiao Yu's voice was filled with barely suppressed resentment as she said bitterly, "Yi Chen killed me once!"

"Didn't you also publicly humiliate Immortal Lord Jixue, causing him to suffer serious injuries and almost die? You need to have a better mindset, value harmony, and stop thinking about fighting and killing all the time."

"..."

"We'll all have to cooperate from now on. He kills you, you destroy him, so we're even." Ming Si casually stretched, unwilling to get involved in these matters anymore.

Qiao Yu bit her lower lip.

She didn't think she had done anything wrong.

In this unfair world, which half-demon lives without resentment? Why is Yi Chen revered? Why can he live openly and honestly? Strip away the skin of a celestial lord, and deep down he is just like them, a monster despised by the world.

Not to mention, even though they are the same kind of people, Yi Chen could have let her go, but she still helped the evildoers without hesitation and went to the righteous path that harmed the half-demons!

...And then what happened?

Even now, recalling the exposure of Yi Chen's bloodline and the scene of the righteous people showing disgust and changing their expressions on the spot, Qiao Yu felt a surge of pleasure.

Back in Peach Blossom Spring, her master always said she was extreme in temperament and gently advised her to let go. But Qiao Yu didn't understand. What was wrong with facing the darkness in her heart? The world was unfair to her, so why couldn't she complain? Why couldn't she take revenge? Why should she pretend to be magnanimous and forgive everyone who had hurt her?

Thinking of her master... Qiao Yu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Ming Si glanced at her and sighed, "You may step back for now. The mission remains the same: continue investigating what happened a thousand years ago."