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Chapter 208: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

Song Yuesheng shook hands, looked at his weak magic power, hesitated for a moment, and then went to Yan's house.

She was going to the study in the Yan Mansion to check ancient books, so she walked through the main gate in an orderly manner.

"I am Yan Limo's friend. He promised me before that he would allow me to go to his study to read ancient books. Please pass on his message." Song Yuesheng remained calm.

Others may not know, but the servant in the Yan family knows what attitude his young master has towards these two similar women.

Therefore, the servant couldn't wait to run into the mansion and let his master vent his anger on Miss Song.

But that is not the case.

After the young master came over, Song Yuesheng said, "We have been friends since the day of the first snow." Then they saw their young master lead Song Yuesheng into the mansion and go straight to the study.

Then, the door was closed, and even Ah Fu was locked outside.

Inside the door, Yan Limo looked at Song Yuesheng who was using magic to read ancient books. His fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

He plucked himself up with courage, then took out a stack of talismans from his sleeve and threw them at Song Yuesheng.

"Die, you monster!"

The talismans in the sky had little power and could not take lives, but they blocked Song Yuesheng's vision.

Amidst this chaos, a crisp laugh rang out from the bookshelf.

Luochuan sat on it leisurely, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Shut up, Luochuan."

Then, Song Yuesheng waved his hand and burned all the talisman papers.

Luochuan's laughter stopped abruptly.

He rolled his eyes silently, muttering to himself: It's the same trick again, relying on the Qingai Umbrella to order him around every time.

Song Yuesheng turned around and looked at Yan Limo, who was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly.

"Don't... don't come over... Those outside the door are all my people. If you dare to kill me, you will die miserably..."

Song Yuesheng looked at him speechlessly: "Haven't you heard that people can be good or bad, and demons can be good or evil? I told you, I came to the Yan Mansion just to read these books. Yan Limo, if you keep talking nonsense, be careful that I will really slaughter everyone in your mansion."

"To prevent you from making any further moves, please stay quiet for a while until I finish reading these books."

Song Yuesheng raised his hand and trapped him in a formation.

I can't go out and I can't speak.

She should have done this a long time ago.

Song Yuesheng withdrew his thoughts and continued to look through various ancient books.

Finally, her gaze stopped on a tattered "Illustrated Book of Strange Stories", in which all the characters described were non-humans.

The first page is the ghost clan.

Song Yuesheng unconsciously recited in a low voice: "Under the Mount Xu, on the bank of the Fu River. So the place where yin and yang are separated, where the gate of the netherworld is..."

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned the page.

The demon clan, the god clan, and finally the devil clan that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years.

There are very few pages, only two.

The first page features a picture of an umbrella with a few suggestive words written on it.

The Netherworld Umbrella is a sacred object of the demon clan.

Made by the demons' Qingyue bamboos that grew in the Shadow Abyss, it took ninety-nine eighty-one days to make, and...

It’s the Demon Lord…

It can change into various forms according to the owner's thoughts, either covering the sky and the sun, or being as light as a feather. Each change contains immeasurable power.

Can also shift...

There were several damaged spots on the pages, so Song Yuesheng couldn't see the complete information.

She lowered her eyes and stared.

Then, Song Yuesheng gently flipped through the pages and found the answer he was looking for:

The Luochuan River ends, where the demons live. Passing through the Divine Seal Mirror, one reaches the Ninth Heaven.

Song Yuesheng rubbed his fingers.

Luochuan River, Umbrella of the Underworld.

Green umbrella, umbrella spirit Luochuan.

Suddenly a dark shadow fell before my eyes.

Song Yuesheng didn't even raise his head: "Speak."

"Why are you looking for the Divine Seal Mirror? Do you really want to cultivate to the Ninth Heaven? Song Yuesheng, I have already told you that the God Clan is full of hypocrites. Why are you so stubborn!"

Luo Chuan's words were like a string of cannonballs, each word sonorous and mercilessly fired at Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng showed no emotion, and raised his eyes gently: "What's wrong with cultivating immortals? If I become an immortal, you will naturally become the umbrella spirit of the immortal."

"If I say it's not good, then it's not good! Song Yuesheng, if you dare to go to the Ninth Heaven, I will kill you right now!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Chuan became even angrier. His aura suddenly increased and he threw a punch, vowing to stop this decision which he thought was extremely stupid.

However, there seemed to be an indestructible barrier in front of Song Yuesheng, preventing him from moving forward.

"what!"

Luochuan was so angry that he waved his hand and destroyed the study.

Song Yuesheng was left behind to clean up the mess and explain to the people from the Yan residence who came after hearing the noise why she knew magic and why the study was destroyed.

Luo Chuan's reaction once again confirmed Song Yuesheng's speculation. If she wanted to skip the cultivation and go to the Ninth Heaven, she had to go through him.

But Luochuan always came and went without a trace, and she couldn't find him.

There is also Feng Zhi.

In two whole days, Song Yuesheng found him six times.

He teleports away every time.

Feng Zhi hid from her like a mouse hiding from a cat.

"Shengsheng, if you have something to ask Feng Zhi, why can't I do that?"

Song Yuesheng came back to his senses, looked at Jun Yu who had a curious expression on his face, and quickly stepped aside and left with an umbrella.

Ok.

She was also avoiding Jun Yu.

Not only because he always pesters me, but also because...

Back at the inn, Song Yuesheng glanced at the black stain on his hands and wiped it off neatly.

Some things require the most suitable opportunity.

At the beginning of the Hai month, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The fat orange cat Tuanzi was blocked outside the door and kept meowing while scratching at the door.

After a while, seeing that the door was not open, it stopped prying at it and went to another room to sleep for the night.

And inside the door, on the bed, the most primitive emotions were being played out.

Feng Zhi held Song Yuesheng's arms tighter.

His big hands roamed over her body, and his tail appeared at some point and wrapped around her waist.

Suddenly, Song Yuesheng tasted blood in his mouth.

My mind suddenly became clearer.

She slowly stood up from Feng Zhi's chest and pointed her fingertips at his chest: "Feng Zhi, are you really willing to tell me the whereabouts of the Soul-Guiding Candle after we have sex? You can't be lying to me about your body, right?"

It was all because of Feng Zhi’s attractive cat ears. When she saw him showing his ears, she directly knocked him down. Only then did she realize that something was wrong.

Fortunately, I didn’t make it to the end.

"Cheating about your body? Humph, little vixen. I've seen more women like you than you've seen humans and vixens."

A playful smile appeared on Feng Zhi's lips, but the cat ears honestly revealed his emotions, swaying gently, revealing a pink shyness.

Song Yuesheng glanced at his ears and said, "I think it's better to find out using my own method."

"You only have this one chance. If you don't want to, forget it." Feng Zhi sat up, his cat ears drooping unconsciously, and his tail was tucked up.

"Little witch, no matter how you ask me in the future, I won't tell you."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Song Yuesheng's fingertips moved slightly, then he took the bottle of medicine powder and waved it towards Feng Zhi's face.

The next moment, his eyes became confused.

"Why would you trade falling asleep for the whereabouts of the soul-guiding candle?"

Feng Zhi: "I am infected with the obedient Gu. If I don't kill you, I will only live tomorrow."

"Who gave you the order?"

"Ayan."

Song Yuesheng understood most of what he had heard, and then asked the most important question: "Where is the soul-guiding candle?"

"My mother buried him under the tallest locust tree on Mount Su."

After saying this, Feng Zhi's eyes gradually became clear.

The hypnotic drug took effect.

His eyes flashed, and suddenly he realized that Song Yuesheng had quietly stood up from the edge of the bed.

She looked at him and said seriously, "Anyone who is poisoned by the Gu can be freed from its control by killing the person who planted it. I will help you kill Song Zhiyan tomorrow. Feng Zhi, you don't have to do this."

Feng Zhi was stunned and speechless for a moment when he heard this.

His eyes were filled with surprise and confusion: "How do you know... that you know the spell of hypnosis! If you know it, why do you still..."

Song Yuesheng interrupted him: "I don't know how to hypnotize. I only got the hypnotic powder a few days ago. Well, I already know what I want to know. I will help you kill Song Zhiyan tomorrow, and I won't look for you again."

Feng Zhi stared at her closely: "Don't even think about it! Little witch, do you know that in our clan, if your ears are touched, it means that you are interested in that person and want to be together for the rest of your life!"

Song Yuesheng exclaimed in surprise.

Is there such a saying?

"Little witch, the night is still long."

Song Yuesheng's thoughts were wandering away from reality, when a sudden warmth quietly invaded her lips, but it was fleeting.

Because Feng Zhi had been blown away by a force.

I saw Jun Yu coming under the moonlight with a violent look on his face.

Glancing at the wound on the corner of Song Yuesheng's lips, his pupils suddenly shrank, and an uncontrollable rage burned in his chest.

Without any hesitation, Jun Yu drew his sword.

The tip of the sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. With all his anger and desire to protect, he vowed to kill all threats with the sword.

The fight between the two male protagonists is bound to cause chaos in the Liangyi Inn.

For this reason, Song Yuesheng quickly grabbed Jun Yu and brought him back to the Jun Mansion.

As for why Feng Zhi wasn't taken away, he was knocked away and was too far away for Song Yuesheng to catch him.

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and Jun Yu understood instantly.

He knocked the oil-paper umbrella out of Song Yuesheng's hand, lifted her chin roughly so that she could not escape, and then covered her lips with unquestionable determination and enthusiasm.

Jun Yu's kiss was like a violent storm, sweeping over all of Song Yuesheng's senses and almost suffocating her.

Song Yuesheng frowned slightly and put her hands on his chest, trying to push away the heavy pressure.

However, Jun Yu's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly grasping her wrist, turning all her resistance into useless struggle.

She also had no way of transforming the Qingmi Umbrella into a dagger.

Song Yuesheng got angry and sent him a corpse.