Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 479 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (45)

The high-ranking demon in the interrogation room escaped, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect.

Enraged, Mu Yu intensified the guarding of the captured demons.

This time, the demons really can't escape, but at most, they will turn into black, dried-up corpses after two nights.

The demonic energy seemed to have been completely absorbed by something.

An elder familiar with the demon race said that this was a sacrificial ritual performed by the demons to their king, using their own power to support the weak demon lord's rapid growth.

Recently, rumors have been circulating in the cultivation world that a demonic seed, which appears only once every five thousand years, has been born.

Therefore, the Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect had to suspect that the demonic seed might exist within the sect.

Therefore, the Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect increased the strength of its protective barrier and the search for dangerous objects in the area.

For a short period afterward, the Immortal Sect was relatively safe as no accidents occurred.

On the first day that Zhao Zhao regained her freedom, she rushed to Yongxi Palace.

Following the familiar aura, he easily found his way to the palace, where he found the young man sitting cross-legged on the bed, his body shrouded in black energy.

A faint, blood-red, demonic mark appeared between his brows, inexplicably highlighting his devilish and wicked nature on his handsome face.

Zhao Zhao's heart skipped a beat when she suddenly saw the Sword Lord transform into a Demon Lord. Thinking of the item around her neck, she stepped forward without restraint.

"Senior brother?"

He's fallen into his inner demons again.

Zhao Zhao formed a hand seal, and a faint green spiritual energy, carrying a soothing aura, flowed into Si Yi's body.

This was a new appeasement technique he learned during his travel ban, specifically for Si Yi.

Given his poor skill level, he didn't expect to learn it, but he seemed to have an extraordinary talent for it and mastered it in three days.

Zhao Zhao didn't have much spiritual power, so while comforting Si Yi, she took a lot of spiritual power boosting pills. Hard work pays off, and after an hour, Si Yi's breathing gradually stabilized, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The bloody mark on his forehead gradually faded away.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed into Si Yi, utterly exhausted. "I'm so tired."

Si Yi gently caught him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and said, "You don't need to worry about me."

In fact, his attempts to calm him down were completely ineffective; he remained restless and bloodthirsty, wanting to kill.

Si Yi pressed down on the restless arm, waiting for it to calm down, before gently stroking Zhao Zhao's dark hair.

"Zhao Zhao, I think I can't hold on much longer."

A soft voice rang out in the quiet bedchamber, startling Zhao Zhao awake from her deathbed dream, and she tightly grasped Si Yi's hand.

He looked at him, who seemed perfectly normal, with disbelief on his face. "Liar! You look better than me."

Compared to Si Yi, who looked as if she had been drained of all her energy and had a rosy complexion, she certainly didn't look like she was about to collapse.

Zhao Zhao felt cheated and was so angry that her face turned red and she wanted to punch him.

Ultimately, considering his physical condition, he let go and calmed down.

Throughout this time, Si Yi remained indifferent, only smiling at Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao said irritably, "Stop laughing." He pulled Si Yi's mouth down, not wanting to see that smiling face at all.

Seeing that Si Yi was still indulging him, Zhao Zhao's eyes were filled with a daze. If this had happened before, how would he have dared to get so close to the rumored ruthless Sword Lord?

"The Sword Sect is searching for the Demon Seed, and most of its disciples have already been tested. I think it's time for me to face my fate."

He spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he didn't care at all.

Actually, it's not that he doesn't care, but he's powerless to do anything about it.

Everything was heading towards the worst possible outcome; the demonic energy of the dead demons was being supplied to the demonic seed within their bodies.

As the demonic seed grew stronger day by day, the spiritual energy within his body dwindled, and his cultivation level also declined.

He was constantly wrestling with his inner demons for control of his consciousness. The evil monkey thoughts in his mind kept tempting and deceiving him, and even the strongest consciousness couldn't withstand it.

"Zhao Zhao, for someone like me who is neither a celestial being nor a demon, death seems to be the only relief." He looked down at him and smiled with relief.

He will not become a demon, and will never oppose the cultivation world.

"Zhao Zhao, if one day I lose control of myself, please, kill me."

Zhao Zhao's eyes widened as that sentence flashed through her mind again and again.

Meeting those tired, reddened eyes, his voice trembled: "You...you actually think like that."

Si Yi smiled indifferently: "Actually, I had this idea from the very first day I discovered the demonic seed within me."

"A monotonous, boring, and painful life is no big deal; death will bring peace."

"But Zhao Zhao, I hope it's you who kills me, otherwise I won't be at peace."

The proud and arrogant Sword Master was unwilling to die easily under someone else's sword.