Chapter 883 -514: Wait, Is This the Full Spirit?_2
The Peach Blossom Demon’s heart was aflutter with myriad thoughts. She gently plucked a blush-pink petal from a peach blossom, parted her vermilion lips, and whispered a few seemingly affectionate phrases. Then, slowly, she released her fingers, letting the petal dance on the wind.
A gentle breeze wafted by, softly lifting the petal from the Peach Blossom Demon’s hand. It twirled through the air like a gracefully fluttering butterfly, spinning and somersaulting. The petal swayed in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance, as if recounting an ancient and beautiful legend.
In a moment, the petal drifted away with the breeze, vanishing into the horizon, leaving only a faint blush color gently swaying in front of the Peach Blossom Demon’s eyes.
Originally, the Peach Blossom Demon had been full of expectation, thinking that this message sent to Jiuniang would quickly receive a response, just like the countless exchanges in the past. However, contrary to her expectations, when she once again closed off the world to cultivate, and three hundred years of time passed, that letter, laden with deep affection, had vanished without a trace, stirring no ripples; she still hadn’t received the slightest reply from Jiuniang.
“Could it be that Jiuniang has encountered some misfortune?”
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The Peach Blossom Demon grew anxious. She immediately packed her things and hurried to the small village inhabited by ordinary people.
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She had no idea where to begin searching, but seeking a needle in a haystack was still better than enduring Jiuniang’s unbroken silence.
She searched for a long time until one day, by chance, she heard someone mention the sighting of a fox covered in wounds.
“The fur of the fox is white tinged with blue—such a rare fox pelt would fetch a good price from wealthy families.”
The instant the Peach Blossom Demon heard this, she froze because she remembered that the Wine Lady was a fox of this color.
Yet with Jiuniang’s level of cultivation, it was impossible for her to be reduced to a state of being scarred and severely injured.
In the end, her emotions had shattered everything.
Without any hesitation, she approached those people and offered to see the fox, suggesting that if she were satisfied, she would be willing to buy it.
When she finally saw Jiuniang, Jiuniang was covered in wounds, with only one of her nine fox tails remaining.
She tended to Jiuniang’s injuries for a long time, eventually pulling her back from the brink of death; at the same time, she discovered that Jiuniang was pregnant.
Jiuniang also divulged her plan for revenge.
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“Later, Jiuniang gave me a treasure that nearly allowed me to reach her at any time, what’s important is that I could see her daily life.”
Upon reaching this point, the Peach Blossom Demon sighed, the laughter in her eyes gone, replaced by an undefinable sadness.
“When she died in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, I was deep in cultivation, asleep. I had thought that like many times before, this would just be a simple few decades of seclusion.”
The Peach Blossom Demon shook her head, devoid of the desire to continue.
Logan didn’t press her further.
After hearing the story from start to finish, he had a rough idea of what had happened.
“Although Jiuniang committed suicide, you also played a part in her death. I’ve always felt that you too are one of the perpetrators, albeit one forced into it.”
Logan, who had been clenching his fists tightly, relaxed them slightly, but said nothing.
“So when I felt that Little White—Jiuniang’s bloodline—was here in this small town, I was surprised and even went to see her discreetly once.”
It seemed that the Peach Blossom Demon hadn’t expected Little White to be so perceptive. She was caught off-guard for an instant before continuing with a smile.
“This child is really clever, just like Jiuniang.”
“I only went to her side and watched her from a distance once, but her fox’s nose is really sharp; she remembered my scent and even came here to find me at night.”
Logan understood.
Although he knew this matter wasn’t very directly related to him.
Yet Little White would rather trust someone else than communicate with him, seeking the truth from him, which made him feel uneasy inside.
“Alright, but I need to know where this child has gone now. You should also understand that I have no malice in keeping her by my side, and I’ve given her opportunities.”
The opportunities Logan spoke of were everything that happened after Little White had gone to the Secret Land.
But to his surprise, as the Peach Blossom Demon spoke of this, her expression turned ice-cold.
“Do you really think you were doing it for her good?”
Logan froze, not understanding why the Peach Blossom Demon would say such a thing.
“You took advantage of her lack of self-awareness and ability to resist, and you signed a contract with her. Don’t you think you are selfishly depriving her of the right to live freely?”
“And yet you go around claiming it’s for her good. In my view, you humans are always so hypocritical and selfish.”
The Peach Blossom Demon, as if recalling something amusing, pointed to the temple Logan had visited previously and spoke slowly.
“You should know, the deity they worship there is me. It’s a bit presumptuous, but I can tell you that I’ve listened to countless prayers in that temple. Do you know what they pray for?”
The Peach Blossom Demon suddenly broke into a laugh, her voice ringing clear and melodious with a touch of seduction—if one listened too long, it could even bewitch the minds of ordinary folks.
“I’ve heard them wishing for money, for power, for love that isn’t theirs to have.”
With lips as red as blood, the Peach Blossom Demon’s words caused Logan to have a worrisome premonition.