On top of the towering city wall, the man hiding in the dark night was silently gazing at the distance, where a group of young monks were walking forward slowly.
"Master, why are we standing here peeking?"
"Shouldn't we rush down now and grab her back to the yard?"
"I don't know why, but I feel so close to Mu Dajia as soon as I see her. I always feel like I should be with her every day and let her touch my head like she did last time."
The little puppet stood on Cen Qianshan's shoulder and chattered non-stop.
Cen Qianshan stretched out a finger to block its mouth that kept opening and closing.
"Mmmmm." Qianji held the finger and moved it away.
"Why don't you let me talk? Master, you brought me out and let Xiaoya, that useless guy, look after the house. Isn't it because I can talk to you at such an exciting time?"
The few people who came from the fairy world did not know that their every move was being seen by others.
This time, the Guiyuan Sect’s leader was a Jindan-stage cultivator from Qingjing Peak, whose surname was Lou and whose given name was Xuelin.
This person has a steady and upright character and is deeply trusted by the head of the sect, Dan Yangzi. He has brought new disciples to the Demonic Spirit Realm many times and is an experienced elder.
The young monks who came to the other world for the first time followed behind him, looking at everything here with curiosity.
Under the starry night sky, there are silent ruins, unknown horrors, and a world full of spiritual power. Everything here is dangerous and exciting for them.
There were crises and opportunities everywhere, and the blood in the young monks' bodies was excited.
"Xiaoxue, look here." Ding Lanlan stood in front of a house that was mostly collapsed.
There was a half-rotted crib and a rusty four-wheeled children's toy car in the room.
The dressing mirror that once belonged to the hostess on the table has become completely blurred, but it can still be seen that there was a warm and harmonious family here hundreds of years ago.
"Come and see, there is actually a candy shop here." Xiao Changge's voice came from outside.
He used magic to remove the vegetation covering the front door of a two-story building, revealing rows of dark brown glass jars and candies that had solidified into fossils at the bottom of the jars.
“It turns out that life in the Demon Spirit Realm is similar to ours.” Lin Yin leaned over to look for a long time and said with emotion, “I often hear Master mention this place, and I thought they were all monsters who ate raw meat and drank blood… Hehe, anyway, it’s very different from what I imagined.”
The master of these two people, Kong Ji, has a deep hatred for the demon world. As his disciples, they have always believed that this is a world where demons are rampant and normal humans do not exist.
"Why is such a magnificent town in such a state of desolation?" The person who asked this question was Cheng Yan, a big man from Tiezhu Peak.
In the finals, Cheng Yan was tied up by Mu Xue with a rope and thrown off the stage. He still feels awkward when he sees Mu Xue. He was too slow to hang out with his senior sisters and junior sisters. He only followed the uncle who led the team to ask for advice.
Lou Xuelin explained to them: "The demon world is full of spiritual energy, which is more conducive to cultivation, but it also breeds a large number of demon beasts and monsters. These demons often attack cities where humans live in groups, which is called the beast tide.
In the history of the Demonic World, many once-famous towns were destroyed in such catastrophes.
Even the important city of Fuwang in the Demon Spirit Realm was once destroyed by the beast tide. The new city today was rebuilt near the ruins."
"Uncle Master, then in this case, there will be no mortals here? How can mortals survive in such a harsh place?" another disciple asked.
"But my master once said that without the foundation in the mortal world, there would be no way to recruit new disciples. It would be like losing the foundation and severing the bloodline. It would be difficult for any sect to survive for a long time."
"Of course there are mortals in the demon world." Lou Xuelin said, "Mortals and demon cultivators live together in towns. They live under the protection of high walls and thick cities. They are used to the monsters and demons that appear at any time. Here, even mortals, even ordinary children, are good at using various simple magic weapons and props. When monsters appear, they can barely defend themselves and quickly evacuate and move to new towns."
He paused here and said, "It's just that every large-scale beast tide will bring a large number of casualties. Their life here is indeed not as comfortable as ours."
"Why is it like this? Do mortals and children have to face monsters?" Ding Lanlan said with some reluctance as she looked at the furniture left behind by ordinary families when they left in a hurry.
"Humans are much more resilient than we think." Mu Xue pushed the toy car that was no longer moving on the ground. "No matter how dangerous and difficult the environment is, as long as they can survive, there will be people who will tenaciously live on."
Ding Lanlan held her arm and said, "Xiaoxue, although you are younger than me, I sometimes feel that you see through everything better than I do."
She pinched Mu Xue's nose again and said, "But most of the time, you're still a little dumber than me."
Zhuo Yu, who had been silent until now and was standing in front of the team, suddenly raised his hand to warn.
A magic circle glowed in the ruins not far from them.
"It's okay, there must be other people coming." Lou Xuelin gestured for everyone to stop temporarily.
The setting up of the Tongmo Yuxing Formation is time-consuming and laborious. Each time, several sects have to work together to choose a safe place to activate the formation and send disciples from each sect in batches.
For safety reasons, each teleportation location has a slight deviation to avoid running into danger and being caught in one fell swoop.
Sure enough, not long after, a group of monks came out of the alley. They were all men, wearing the same standard robes, with net scarves on their heads, long swords on their waists, and stern faces.
After those people appeared, a few of them glanced over here from afar, but did not say hello and left on their own.
"They are from the Kunlun Mountain Dongxuan Sect." Ding Lanlan whispered in Mu Xue's ear, "The people in this family are very arrogant, so we should just ignore them."
On top of a tall building in the distance. Qianji was standing on Cen Qianshan's shoulders, jumping back and forth.
"Who is that woman? She is so close to Mr. Mu. I am jealous. I am jealous."
"Who is that man? What right does he have to point fingers at the Mu Xue family like that? Ah, that woman is still holding her hand, I can't help it."
"Master, send me down and let me crush all these ants to death."
Cen Qianshan looked at it with some worry.
Qianji and his master looked at each other for a moment, and his iron eyelids blinked.
It has been with its master for hundreds of years. From its core to its body, it has been immersed in the master's spiritual power and tempered repeatedly. It has fought side by side with its master countless times under the master's will.
Sometimes, it feels that its heart made of steel is inexplicably connected to its owner, and it instantly understands the most secret emotions in its owner's heart.
"Oh, I see." Qianji raised a thin arm, "Master, you want to wait and see if Ms. Mu will come to us on her own initiative. You want to know if she came here just for you."
Cen Qianshan was annoyed and flicked it off his shoulder with his finger.
Qianji fell onto a tree trunk, bounced and hugged the branch. The branch swayed, and the tiny elves hiding among the branches and leaves glowed with a faint blue light and flew up in the moonlight.
Inside the ruins, several eyes were attracted by this unusual movement and gathered here. Cen Qianshan had to change places and disappear into the deeper darkness.
The little Qianji tried hard to catch up, climbed up along Cen Qianshan's trouser legs, and squatted back on his shoulder.
"Master, you can't do this." It whispered in that unique tone, "Look at how happy Miss Mu is now. What if she likes the fairy world and doesn't want the two of us anymore?"
"As long as she is happy, it doesn't matter what happens to us." Its mouth turned into an upward triangle. "You won't say such stupid things to me, will you?"
In the dark shadows of the night, Cen Qianshan's dim eyes shone through a little bit, and his eyes were fixed on the red figure.
She laughed, she touched her nose, she took the arm of the person next to her, and she leaned against someone affectionately.
"Master belongs to me." The man hiding in the dark bit his fingers, "She said she would be with me forever."
His eyes gradually became cold and terrifying. "I will never give her to anyone else. Never."
"Yes, that's it." Qianji encouraged him excitedly, "Let's rush down now, take Mu Dajia home, hold her in our hands and take good care of her, and never let her go back to the fairy world again."
What made Qianji want to imitate humans stomping their feet was that his master, who was always decisive in doing things on a normal day, failed to act at such a critical moment and refused to act decisively.
Mu Xue and his group walked cautiously in the abandoned ancient city.
This town, once named Happy Town, has many pairs of demon statues.
The demon god was divided into a man and a woman, both of whom were handsome and graceful. The man was wearing a shark silk silk, and the woman wore jade beads on her arms. Their behavior was somewhat inconsistent with etiquette.
The immortal disciples who had been upright since childhood were somewhat embarrassed. The thin-skinned ones couldn't help but blush and spit on him, "The demon cultivators are too ignorant of etiquette and shame. How dare they put such an indecent statue on the street openly?"
Uncle Lou, the master, did not mind this. "This place was originally called Joy Palace. Hundreds of years ago, the demon cultivation families here worshipped the Great Joy God and practiced the Great Joy Yin and Yang Interaction Secret Method. At that time, many heroes emerged here, and the prosperity was unmatched, so there are so many statues of the Great Joy God in this ruins."
The young disciples blushed and asked, "Then, isn't that Joy of Joy the same as those inferior Hehuan Sects? They are just evil ways."
Lou Xuelin laughed and said frankly, "Speaking of this, there is actually nothing to hide. We Taoists have had the Mysterious Bedroom Technique since ancient times, the Dragon-Tiger Thirty-three Days Dual Cultivation Secret Technique, etc., which are no different from the Great Joy Technique here. It was originally a method for Taoist couples with similar minds to achieve enlightenment through desire and achieve the great wisdom of the Yin-Yang Dao. It's a pity that these righteous methods have long been lost. Instead, they have been taken out of context by those worldly and ignorant people and used recklessly. The Hehuan Sect in the Immortal Spirit Realm and the Liu Family in the Demon Spirit Realm are practicing nothing more than the most shallow, ignorant, and despicable obscene techniques."
The young disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. No matter how serious they looked, who wouldn't be curious about this matter? So they all shamelessly asked, "Why was it lost?"
In Lou Xuelin's mind, he thought it was better to talk about it than to block it. Young people are always curious. Now that they have arrived at the Great Joy City, it is better to just talk about it, rather than hiding it all the way.
"The way of dual cultivation requires the Taoist partners to entrust each other's life and consciousness without reservation, and to help and benefit each other. It is not full of greed, only thinking of treating each other as a cauldron, and taking advantage of each other."
He looked at the damaged statues of demon gods that collapsed in the dust and shook his head slightly. "You are still young, and most of you have never seen the true human heart. Practicing cultivation is extremely difficult. Among thousands of people, only one or two can glimpse the door. And it is even more difficult to find a person with equal cultivation, congenial temperament, similar interests, and who can keep his heart and remain loyal for thousands of years."
He shook his head and sighed, "This is truly an opportunity that can only be encountered but not sought after."