After Being Forced to Conquer the Crazy and Tyrannical Demon Lord, the Entire Book Had a Happy Ending - Chapter 33

The system’s prompt echoed in Wen Ruan’s sea of consciousness.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly opened the task panel.

[Points Task]: Please go to the Purification Realm and contribute to the relationship between the original male and female leads in the book.

“This task is worth a total of 50 points.”

Wen Ruan’s eyes widened with desire.

50 points! Could she really have them?

She didn’t deserve it.

She was currently the Demon Lord’s concubine and couldn’t go anywhere except the Demon Palace.

Wen Ruan started to feel down.

“My disciple, why are you silent?” He Fengchang tapped on the communication stone. “Are you asleep?”

Tears welled up in Wen Ruan’s eyes as she lifted her head, her heart aching and bleeding. “Master, I really want to go to the Purification Realm.”

That’s 50 points!!!

“Master, do you know anything about this junior from the Shangyang Sect?”

Ping Xian avoided the other two and sat alone in the quiet room. A piece of talisman paper flickered with a faint light in front of her.

An ethereal female voice emanated from the talisman paper. “She is the youngest disciple of He Fengchang, with a short period of apprenticeship and never appearing in public. Other than that, I am not very familiar with her either.”

She asked calmly, “But is there something wrong?”

Ping Xian said, “Master, this junior from the Shangyang Sect is named Wen Ruan. I don’t know much about her, but on that day, she was actually with a member of the demon clan—”

The female voice suddenly interrupted her, sounding somewhat urgent. “Wait, what did you say her name was?”

Ping Xian hesitated for a moment and immediately replied, “Master, her name is Wen Ruan, the ‘wen ruan’ derived from the words ‘wen yan ruan yu’ (gentle and soft in nature).”

There was silence on the other end for a while before she spoke again, “What did she do?”

Ping Xian recounted the events of that day and continued:

“She repeatedly claimed to be infatuated with the Demon Lord and seemed familiar with that masked member of the demon clan. I thought that she didn’t seem to be lying.”

“Now, Mu Zhe dotes on her alone, and the three of us disciples can’t even see the Demon Lord’s face, let alone attempt an assassination. But if she betrays the world of cultivation…”

Ping Xian didn’t finish the rest of her words. A flash of killing intent passed through her eyes, “Master, why not eliminate her?”

There was another moment of silence on the other end, as if a decision was being made.

Ping Xian patiently waited as time ticked away. Finally, a voice came from the talisman paper:

“Let’s not act recklessly. The most important thing now is the Purification Realm. This matter concerns the Life Severing Sword, and the Demon Realm is unlikely to stand idly by.”

“You are currently in enemy territory and need to be vigilant about the movements of the demon clan. Report to the sect in a timely manner.”

“…Yes.”

In the Spring Valley, the fragrance of snow orchids filled the air.

The young man lazily leaned against the edge of the pond, two droplets of springwater rolling down his fair and jade-like skin. The warm steam enveloped his beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

He withdrew his extended consciousness and lightly tapped his fingertips on the bluestone, leaving a shallow water mark.

“The people of the cultivation world are becoming more and more interesting. They clearly came to kill me, yet they first turned against their own.”

Mu Zhe lazily squinted his eyes, feeling the warmth of the spiritual energy nurturing his wounds in the water, and smiled mysteriously.

“It’s time to take the little spy out for some fresh air.”

At Mingyue Palace.

The white-clad woman waved her hand, and the talisman paper in front of her disappeared.

Her expression became solemn as she hurriedly walked towards the residence of the sect leader.

Soon, He Fengchang from the Shangyang Sect, far away, received a series of urgent calls.

He put down the token in his hand, rolled his eyes, and opened the communication stone.

A white figure appeared in the room, showing its teeth and claws as it pounced towards him.

He frantically avoided it with a frightened expression. “Ji Fusang, what are you doing?! It’s late at night, and I don’t want my reputation to be harmed!”

The sect leader of Mingyu Palace was a beautiful woman who was once a renowned beauty in the cultivation world.

She paid great attention to her image in everything she did, and her every word and action were pleasing to the eye.

However, at this moment, her face turned pale with anger. She trembled with rage as she yelled at the top of her voice, “He Fengchang! What the hell are you scheming?!”

He Fengchang was somewhat puzzled and replied in a good-natured tone, “Are you mistaken? I’m not an accountant, so how could I be scheming?”

Ji Fusang:…

She was so furious that she couldn’t speak. Her anger was stuck in her throat, unable to be released or swallowed. She could only clench her teeth tightly.

“The disciple you sent to the Demon Realm, her name is Wen Ruan?”

Upon hearing this, He Fengchang’s expression slightly stiffened, feeling somewhat guilty. “What’s wrong? Is it not allowed?”

“Hmph, if I remember correctly,” Ji Fusang’s tone was gloomy. “The disciple from the Ao’tian Sect who protected Mu Zhe back then was also named Wen Ruan.”

“It’s just a coincidence,” He Fengchang asserted confidently. “The cultivation world is so vast, and there is not only one person named Wen Ruan. Why? Are you even going to manage someone’s name?”

“He Fengchang, the Ao’tian Sect owes you a debt of gratitude. I can understand why you didn’t participate in the siege back then.”

Ji Fusang’s voice suddenly sounded weary. “But in the current situation, there is no room for you to act recklessly.”

In the study, the flickering candlelight swayed slightly. He Fengchang stared at the cluster of flames and suddenly reached out to pinch the wick.

With a soft sound, a puff of green smoke filled the room, shrouding it in dense darkness.

In the darkness, He Fengchang spoke slowly, “I have used the soul-searching technique, and she is truly not her.”

Ji Fusang breathed a barely noticeable sigh of relief. Then she heard him jokingly say:

“You should be afraid too. Wasn’t it you guys who crushed her bones and turned her into ashes?”

Ignoring his remark, she didn’t even raise an eyebrow. “Ping Xian, the undercover spy from my sect who is in the Demon Realm, reported that your disciple Wen Ruan’s intentions towards Mu Zhe are not normal.”

He Fengchang had known the trio from Wen Ruan for a long time, and he immediately snorted, “Your disciples from Mingyue Palace don’t seem normal either.”

“If she dares to betray us, you know the consequences.”

After saying this, Ji Fusang angrily smashed the communication stone against the wall.

“Ji Fusang, I warn you! Don’t you dare touch my obedient disciple…”

With a crack, the communication stone shattered into powder, and He Fengchang’s voice vanished along with it.

The white-clad woman by her side looked somewhat worried. “Sect leader, why don’t I ask Ping Xian to get rid of Wen Ruan?”

“No.” Ji Fusang rubbed her temples. “We’ll discuss this matter after the completion of the realm. Let Ping Xian keep an eye on the Demon Palace and report any information immediately.”

“Sect leader, rest assured. This time, with the opening of the realm, every sect in the cultivation world has issued identity tokens. Even the wandering cultivators have registered, so there will be no demons infiltrating among them.”

Ji Fusang tugged at the corner of her mouth. “As long as Mu Zhe is willing, he has 100 ways to enter, and no one can stop him.”

She let out a long sigh and gazed at the starless night sky, murmuring, “He won’t let us off.”

No one knew that she had also regretted it.

At the Farewell Slope that year, Ji Fusang stood among the crowd, watching the young girl in blue give her all to send off the young man and go to her death alone.

At that moment, the twilight was just right, and the setting sun turned the sky into molten gold.

The girl in blue was covered in blood, yet she still stood tall, raising her eyes to the horizon where the sky was ablaze with fiery clouds.

The final flash from a sword fell. Suddenly, she curved her eyebrows, the corners of her lips twitching, her voice fragmented in the roaring wind.

“…”

For a brief moment, Ji Fusang felt inexplicably panicked.

Was what they were doing really right?

She didn’t know.

She could only watch as that girl turned to ashes, inch by inch.

300 years later, the sects and cultivators who had participated in the siege disappeared one after another.

No one knew who would be the next to die.