The little demon peered at the blue text emanating from Feng Qishi's palm and asked, "What is this?"
"This is a demon spell. Recite it," Feng Qishi said.
The little demon swallowed, "Will I die?"
"If I wanted you dead, I would have handed you over to the woman who wanted you dead just now. Hurry up and recite it," Feng Qishi urged softly.
The little demon blinked with a worried expression, then stared intently at the steady blue text up close. He recited it silently and said, "I don't feel anything."
Immediately, Feng Qishi retracted his hand and looked at the little demon's unchanged demonic form, saying, "This proves you haven't killed anyone."
"How do you know?"
"This is a very ancient demon art. If a demon has killed many people, their body will carry the scent of humans. Anyone who knows this demon spell can reveal themselves by reciting it," Feng Qishi explained.
"How do you know the demon spell?" the little demon asked, surprised.
Feng Qishi smiled, "I won't tell you."
"Stingy," the little demon pouted. Then, remembering the wolf demon, he asked, "Right, that wolf demon also did many evil deeds, why couldn't he be revealed?"
"One, he didn't know about this demon spell. Two, he is a demon soul. How could a ghost reveal itself?"
"Then what about that female demon?" The little demon's mind was in a muddle.
Feng Qishi looked at the little demon's dazed eyes and said, "Alright, you need to rest. Tomorrow, when your mind is clearer, you can ask me, and I'll explain." With that, he turned and ran to Zhang Yan's room, paused for a moment, and then passed directly through the wall into it.
The little demon yawned and quickly ran forward, passing through the wall and stopping beside Feng Qishi, saying, "I..."
As he uttered just one word, Feng Qishi asked, "What are you doing?" Feng Qishi looked at Zhang Yan, who was standing by the sofa preparing to cast a spell on Mu Anxiao.
Startled, Zhang Yan withdrew his hand and pointed towards his room.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao, who was frowning tightly, her hand clutching the front of her clothes, and asked, "What did you do to her?"
Zhang Yan remained silent, turned, and walked into the room, gently closing the door.
Feng Qishi stepped forward, lowered his head, and looked at Mu Anxiao's pained expression. He placed his hand on her forehead, glared, and quickly turned away, saying, "Stay here, don't come in."
"Okay," the little demon agreed.
Feng Qishi ran forward and passed through the door into Zhang Yan's bedroom.
The little demon, completely bewildered, walked to Mu Anxiao's side. He looked down at her expression and muttered, "She's having a nightmare... right?" He shook his head uncertainly and sat on the floor around the coffee table.
Inside the room, Zhang Yan set up a boundary and asked, "What did you see?"
"Mu Anxiao's mortal body is slowly reverting, but her soul is an immortal soul, retaining its celestial age," Feng Qishi replied.
Zhang Yan chuckled, "You know quite a lot."
"I read the books under your bed, and I've learned a lot about demon arts," Feng Qishi said.
Zhang Yan nodded, "I knew you peeked. Otherwise, how could you know so much, things even Shen Yan doesn't know?"
"What were you trying to do to Mu Anxiao just now?" Feng Qishi asked.
"That, I don't have to tell you," Zhang Yan stated calmly.
Feng Qishi's expression stiffened. "She is the one who is supposed to take me away, and she is my master. If you kill her, what will happen to me?"
"You can find a new master," Zhang Yan said casually.
Feng Qishi snorted, "You say that so easily. Let me tell you, I specifically chose Mu Anxiao to be my master. No one else can be. Of course," his expression turned cold, "if you want to kill her, I'm done with you."
"Who said I want to kill her?" Zhang Yan said helplessly.
Feng Qishi pointed at Zhang Yan, "You yourself."
"She helped me. Why would I kill her? I am saving her."
"There's still spiritual energy in her body. That spiritual energy could prevent her from becoming a useless person with a long lifespan so quickly. Just now... I saw you were trying to draw out the spiritual energy from her body. You say you're saving her, but I think..." Feng Qishi said coldly, "it's no different from taking her life."
"Feng Qishi, what do you know?" Zhang Yan roared.
"Why are you shouting? Are you guilty?" Feng Qishi continued to question him.
Zhang Yan clenched his fists and said, "You are just a mortal with an immortal soul and spiritual energy. What do you understand?"
"I don't understand your so-called way of saving people, but what I want to say is, you are harming her," Feng Qishi said angrily.
"I am not. That spiritual energy does not belong to her. The spiritual energy has begun to resist within her body. If this continues, she will not only lose her perception of spells, but in severe cases," Zhang Yan's eyes filled with tears, "she will die instantly, a death from which she will never be reborn."
"Why is this happening?" Feng Qishi panicked.
"Her body has reached its limit. If the spiritual energy continues to remain in her body, it will be the immortal soul supporting her body. Gradually, the soul's essence on her immortal soul will dissipate. The consequences," Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with desolation, "you can imagine for yourself."
"Will she really turn to ashes?" Feng Qishi asked.
Zhang Yan nodded.
Feng Qishi looked around in disbelief and said, "Why did she save me? Why? If she hadn't guided the immortal arts into my body, none of this would have happened."
"It's too late to say anything. Besides, that was her choice. It's useless for you to say that. Right now, I think the best thing is to lift the spell that seals the spiritual energy and let it return to where it belongs. At least then," Zhang Yan said, "she can live, and at least there's hope for her to cultivate again."
"Does she know all this?" Feng Qishi asked.
Zhang Yan shook his head, "No. I don't want to tell her."
"Then... let me do this," Feng Qishi said.
"You?" Zhang Yan pointed at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi nodded and pointed at Zhang Yan's new bedspread, "Could you give me all those books? I want to self-cultivate."
"Yes, but I can't give you the book that records demon arts."
"Why?"
"What if you learn demon arts?" Zhang Yan had concerns.
Feng Qishi smiled, "Why would I cultivate that? I just want to look, and maybe memorize it."
"No," Zhang Yan shook his head.
Feng Qishi looked at Zhang Yan's childish stubbornness helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, I don't want it anymore. Then give me the books that record spells."
"Yes," Zhang Yan agreed and turned to the bed. "Give me a hand. These old arms and legs can't lift it."
"Okay, okay, okay," Feng Qishi agreed, walked behind Zhang Yan, and suddenly stopped, saying, "You seem to have forgotten something."
Hearing this, Zhang Yan straightened up and looked at Feng Qishi. In that instant, he realized, "My apologies, I forgot." He took a step back, pointed his index finger at the bed, and the mattress lifted itself. Following that, the books flew into Feng Qishi's hands.