These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu glanced at the girl who hadn't yet withdrawn her sharp gaze; she was already dressed.

He was nothing like the prodigal son who was now fighting to the death under his own hands, frantically biting his head, clutching his arms and saying, "I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

She looks ethereal now, but it seems that even her most wretched state has been clearly seen through by me.

Bai Youwei's legs were still a little weak, but fortunately her breathing was back to normal.

It's as if this will make me forget everything that happened before... But unfortunately, those memories are like marks branded on my heart, so clear.

Even the words I said, the pleas I made, the actions I took, those wanton cries and low voices... they still burn me with emotion when I think about them now.

This almost made Bai Youwei's legs go weak again.

She felt she might never forget that night for the rest of her life, how tragic it was, so she decided to treat it as her most hated memory. Since she couldn't forget it, she would hate it.

I hate this memory, and I hate this bastard who still torments me even in this situation...

She looks so beautiful and handsome, but... she's so vicious.

"About tonight..."

"I know, tell me to forget it, don't tell anyone, or I'll kill you. But I want to ask you, Bai Youwei, can you really kill me?"

Ever since the incident ended with a spectacular, fountain-like scene, Wei Tu has lost all respect for how she addresses herself. She knows very well why; she has no dignity whatsoever in his presence.

But Bai Youwei couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness, even a sense of grievance.

Even after all that, he still wouldn't show her any tenderness. How could a man be so heartless?

Bai Youwei raised her head, suppressing her anger.

"Even if I can't right now, I will work towards this goal day and night."

Wei Tu smiled and nodded.

"Great, then I wish you such a successful day."

"you……"

"Stop with the 'you' and 'you' stuff. What that demonic snake said might be true. There might really be Sunfire Grass nearby. Let's take a look first."

Wei Tu stood up as he said this.

Bai Youwei also remembered the purpose of her trip and stood up.

The two of them reaped the rewards in no time, just like the sweet reward after hardship, especially for Bai Youwei.

Beside a tombstone facing south, they found a plant called Sunfire Grass.

The appearance of the Sunfire Grass is not ordinary. Its leaves are red, and the veins on the leaves are golden yellow, as if you can faintly see the liquid flowing inside.

It stands quietly next to this stone tablet, which is crudely written and the characters on it seem to have become blurred over time, making it impossible to decipher what is written on it.

Wei Tu had no desire to open the grave and dig it up to see if any precious relics were left inside.

At this moment, Bai Youwei stood beside him and reached out to pick up the Sunfire Grass.

"and many more."

Although Bai Youwei harbored deep hatred for the boy, she subconsciously obeyed his command and stopped what she was doing.

"Something's strange?"

Wei Tu nodded, and then, just as Bai Youwei became wary, he suddenly reached out and put the Sunfire Grass into his own Qiankun bag.

"..."

Bai Youwei blinked, seemingly taking some time to think.

Finally, I realized what had happened.

"Wei Tu!!"

Wei Tu looked at Bai Youwei.

"Keep your voice down. You won't be able to call for anyone here; you'll only be able to summon increasingly ferocious monsters."

Bai Youwei suppressed her extreme anger.

"Why...why did you steal my things?!"

Wei Tu looked at Bai Youwei in confusion, "What do you mean I stole your things? It's just there. Whoever takes it, keeps it. What's the problem?"

"You clearly didn't say you wanted Sunfire Grass! What do you need Sunfire Grass for?!"

Wei Tu remained calm in the face of Bai Youwei's anger.

"I just didn't say it. Let me ask you, what do you want the Sunfire Grass for?"

"Didn't I already say it? For the sake of my cultivation technique...!"

"But Snowview Peak doesn't have any cultivation techniques that require Sunfire Grass."

"What do you know!"

"Why wouldn't I understand? Just by looking at the tricolor flower tattoo on your waist, I know why you want the Sunfire Grass."

"...You bastard, you really see things clearly!"

"Sorry, I always focus on the important points."

Bai Youwei was momentarily stunned, and her anger seemed to vanish. Suddenly, the girl could no longer muster such a resolute attitude to face Wei Tu.

Her eyes darted away slightly, and she unconsciously bit her thin lips.

"What...do you know?"

Wei Tu said calmly, "I told you before, I read a lot of books, and they're very diverse. I'm surprisingly clear about things that few people pay attention to, like this tattoo. The tricolor flower... If I remember correctly, it was the totem of the Garan tribe, a demon clan that ruled the entire Northern Desert Demon Realm about eighteen years ago. Moreover, this kind of tattoo symbolizes bloodline and only appears on descendants with direct lineage."

Considering the record that the rule of the Garan tribe collapsed eighteen years ago, was overthrown by the Nalan tribe, a trusted subordinate, and even caused a massacre, and that you, Bai Youwei, are not even nineteen years old now, and were just an infant at the time... it is likely that someone went through great hardships to send you to the Immortal Continent and to the Yuanjian Sect. Furthermore, it is possible that there were people from the demonic path within the Yuanjian Sect. So everything can be explained.

The cultivation technique you practice is not the one of Snowview Peak, but rather the technique passed down through your own Garan clan.

Bai Youwei bit her thin lips as she looked at Wei Tu.

"According to you, I was only one or two years old at the time. How could I know anything about cultivation techniques, let alone remember them? Even if I kept them on my person and made them into something else, how could I have escaped the notice of the elders of the Yuanjian Sect?"

Wei Tu smiled and said, "Reading more books is beneficial. For example, I know that one of the characteristics of your demon race is that your bloodline can inherit and pass on some things. In addition to talent, there is also the existence of innate cultivation techniques. Perhaps your parents placed some kind of restriction on you before they sent you away, so that you had those memories at a certain age, and at the same time you remembered the existing cultivation techniques, which made you start to hide your identity and work hard to avenge your grievances."

Looking at the unreachable moon overhead, Wei Tu realized that he wasn't actually that fond of studying.

These memories are all experiences from his previous life. When Wei Tu became the number one sword immortal in Nan Jianzhou in his previous life, he naturally took on the task of fighting against the demon race.

Through so many encounters, he naturally learned many secrets of the demon race, so it wasn't difficult for him to conclude that Bai Youwei was a descendant of the Northern Desert Garan clan, and possibly even their only descendant.

Bai Youwei's face was somewhat pale. She looked at Wei Tu with some wariness, but at the same time, she also showed a deep sense of powerlessness, and even a somewhat miserable smile of self-abandonment.

"Now you know, you're right. I knew when I was six years old, on the night of my birthday. Before that night, I was just like everyone else, practicing swordsmanship hard. I was overjoyed by a single praise from my master, happy for my companions' progress, and an ordinary disciple who never gave up on the sweat of practicing swordsmanship! I had no right to choose my destiny!"

"Whether you kill me now or take me back to your sect to report and earn you merit is up to you! You're a heartless, cold-blooded bastard to the extreme!"

Although Bai Youwei was excessively self-destructive, even adding hatred and resentment towards herself.

However, Wei Tu didn't seem to be angry at all.

He stopped tilting his head back and calmly took a step forward.

"Let's go, I'll find you a second Sunfire Grass."

Bai Youwei was stunned. In fact, she was prepared to fight this boy to the death, even if she might still lose. But she never expected Wei Tu to be so relaxed.

"What did you say……"

Wei Tu did not turn around, and his figure was about to walk further and further away.

"Don't waste your time. In your eyes, I'm just a heartless bastard. You shouldn't change your opinion of me just because I've shown a little bit of kindness or loyalty. How can you achieve anything or get revenge if you're like this?"

My own affairs... what does it have to do with him? Does he intend to help me?

Once the thought was born, it seemed impossible to control.

Bai Youwei couldn't help but follow the other person's steps, and after hesitating for a moment, she still said.

"Do you... want to come back to the Northern Desert with me...?"

"No."

"...All I need is your help. If it's done, I won't treat you badly. I'll give you whatever you want in the Northern Desert."

Wei Tu turned his head to look at Bai Youwei's delicate face.

Suddenly, a radiant smile appeared, appearing bright and even slightly eerie in the moonlight.

"In my opinion, you probably have nothing left to give me."

This bastard is still talking about things that happened in the cave!

"you……!"

Just as Bai Youwei was about to get angry again.

Sudden……

"Help...! Help...!"

The voice of a third person came from not far away, causing the two to turn their heads at the same time and look at each other.

"This is……"

"Gong Ziqi's voice."

...PS: Damn, some things seemed fine when I wrote them, but why... do they seem a bit... excessive when I read them again?

68 Kunlun apes

"Could he have followed us here?"

The sudden roar of the rushing horses echoing through the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains was the prelude to another storm brewing in this already turbulent night.

Neither of them looked calm.

Clearly, this unexpected turn of events was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Wei Tu shook his head, already gripping his longsword. This sword, too, had no name, but it was the highest-level sword he could take from the Yuanjian Sect at the time.