Jian Lin and the Demon Lord talked for a long time, and she had already accepted the matter of the God Array.
Facing a dead end, the Demon Lord's attitude was casual and calm. "Things have come to this. Crying and begging are all weak behaviors that have no effect. Facing foreign enemies, we should hide if we can hide, and fight if we can fight."
Jian Lin admired his mindset and thought of her transmigration setting, which made her feel much more relaxed.
It wasn't a big deal. At worst, she would die. She would follow him, and in the blink of an eye, they would meet again.
In the next life, she might choose to become his spirit pet.
While the two in the room felt relaxed, the Sword Immortal wore a worried expression. It wasn't just because of the Demon Realm; he was even more worried about the common people.
If this God Array were to succeed, any kind of chaotic person could become a god, which would be equivalent to utter chaos in the world.
He had cultivated the way of the sword since childhood and held justice in his heart. He could not stand idly by in the face of such a matter.
He would definitely do his best to stop it, even if it cost him his life, he would not regret it.
After the Sword Immortal made his decision, his gaze towards Ning Xiao changed.
Teaching him the way of the sword was like entrusting his dying wish, imparting everything without reservation.
Ning Xiao was quite moved. He had only been a disciple for a few days, and he didn't expect his master to trust him so much.
Moved, he became even more diligent, fearing that he would disappoint his master and be unworthy of the Sword Immortal's sincere heart.
As night fell, Ning Xiao entered meditation and contemplation alone. The Sword Immortal came out to find his eldest disciple, wanting to ask about her plans.
After searching for a while, he heard Jian Lin's voice. She was talking and laughing with a woman. The Sword Immortal followed the sound and saw a luxurious side hall with its door wide open. Red lanterns hung from the eaves, and a pair of young girls were talking and laughing under the corridor.
It was Jian Lin and...
And who?
The Sword Immortal took a closer look and almost fainted.
The woman opposite Jian Lin was a demon.
His good disciple had truly taken rebellion to the extreme, being unclear with the Demon Lord and chatting and laughing with a demon. He was truly infuriated.
"Jian Musheng," the Sword Immortal said in a low, displeased voice, "Come here!"
Jian Lin was startled. Seeing that the old man was angry, she appeased Tao Niang with her eyes and quickly ran down the steps to her master's side.
The old man questioned her why there was a demon by her side, saying it was something that confused the mind and would bring disaster sooner or later if kept around. He told her to drive it away immediately.
Jian Lin smiled guiltily and whispered to her master, "You can't drive her away. We've signed a contract. Where I am, she is. If she leaves me, she will die."
The old man was about to faint from anger. Jian Lin cajoled him with a playful smile, "Master, Tao Niang is very good. She is good at brewing wine. I'll have her brew some for you to drink."
"What time is it, and you're still thinking about brewing wine?" The Sword Immortal had no choice but to bring up another matter. "Speaking of which, I understand the basic situation of the Demon Realm. I don't know what that Demon Lord kid plans to do. I'm willing to help him, but I don't know how to start. Do you have any suggestions?"
This time, it was even more awkward. She really had no suggestions.
Jian Lin thought about it. She trusted her master's character and had no problem speaking her mind.
Thus, she told the Sword Immortal about the Demon Lord's decision, her attitude casual, as if she had seen through life and death.
Unexpectedly, the Sword Immortal became furious and cursed, "Coward!"
Jian Lin was unhappy and defended the Demon Lord, retorting to her master, "Do you have any good ideas, Master? If you do, please help the Demon Lord. Your disciple will be eternally grateful."
"Stop your glib talk," the master said angrily, flicking his sleeve. "I won't talk to you. I'll go find that Demon Lord kid. He's more sensible than you."
The Sword Immortal strode towards the Demon Lord's sleeping quarters. Jian Lin wrinkled her nose and did not follow. She returned to her side hall to continue discussing important matters with Tao Niang.
At this point, there was nothing to worry about. Moreover, with the help of the Unity Sword, Jian Lin believed her strength was already sufficient. Therefore, she wanted to fulfill her last regret.
To go to the Demon Realm to save Xiao Li.
Tao Niang saw her return and chuckled, covering her mouth. "Your master looks like a dignified immortal, but he has a bad temper."
"He's a senior. He cultivated in the orthodox way since childhood. His brain is rigid," Jian Lin lowered her voice to explain for her master. "If he says anything unpleasant to you, don't mind it. Just stay away from him."
"Look at what you're saying. I understand. Don't worry," Tao Niang replied with a smile, not taking the matter to heart.
Jian Lin and Tao Niang were busy discussing their return to the Demon Realm, while on the other side, the Sword Immortal and the Demon Lord were also having secret conversations.
The Sword Immortal then learned that the Demon Lord was not without plans. He spoke casually in front of Jian Lin just to avoid making her worry.
The Sword Immortal felt greatly relieved, thinking the Demon Lord was reliable in his dealings and treated his rebellious disciple well. He was勉强 a thoughtful good man.
Jian Lin lived in the beautiful dream woven by the Demon Lord. Facing great disaster, she lived with immense peace of mind. She planned to set off for the Demon Realm in three to five days.
The Demon Lord had no objections. The Demon Realm was dangerous, and the Demon Realm was even more dangerous. It was good that she wanted to leave.
Everything seemed to be progressing smoothly until an ambush shattered Jian Lin's beautiful dream.
Late that night, Jian Lin entered meditation to rest at the usual time. Suddenly, she felt flames soaring outside her door. She quickly put on her clothes and rushed out.
She saw the Demon Lord's guards flying back and forth in the sky, busy and orderly, constantly carrying people back.
Many injured lay on the square in front of the main hall of the Demon Palace, their cries of pain echoing endlessly. The head steward was rushing around, directing the rescue efforts.
Amidst the chaos, the main hall doors opened, and the Demon Lord emerged silently, illuminated by the firelight. Silent guards followed him, green light flashing beneath their feet as they were about to rush to the battlefield.
Jian Lin looked at him through the chaotic crowd. The Demon Lord seemed to sense something, turned his head towards Jian Lin's direction, gave her a deep look, said nothing more, and his green light surged, causing him to disappear rapidly into the night.
They didn't speak that night.
Jian Lin went to help the head steward. Her demonic energy was low, and her spiritual power was useless at the moment. The system was also absent, and she couldn't exchange for items from the shop. She could only do odd jobs, feeling anxious.
Finally, as dawn broke, the sky turned pale blue, and the busy guards gradually quieted down.
As the sun rose in the east with an orange-red glow, Jian Lin clearly saw the tragic scene. She clearly realized that the war between immortals and demons had officially begun.
The head steward busied himself for the entire morning, finally arranging all the patients in the Demon Palace's living quarters. In the afternoon, Xie Jin returned to take charge of the situation.
Jian Lin had a moment to catch her breath. As soon as she stopped, her mind was filled with the Demon Lord.
She regretted not going with him last night. In her panic, she was afraid of causing him trouble and didn't think much of it.
While she was in a daze, Ning Xiao came bouncing over, panting in front of her. "Senior Sister! I've been looking for you for a long time. Master wants you to go over."
Jian Lin snapped back to attention and followed Ning Xiao to the Sword Immortal's room.
In the room, the Sword Immortal was wiping the Netherwind Sword. Seeing Jian Lin arrive, he said without lifting his eyelids, "Good disciple, your master has made a decision and is preparing to go to the Underworld to use his lifelong power to contain the Living Dead Array. It's to stall for time. This time... I won't take you. I'll take Ning Xiao."
This was an extremely dangerous matter. Jian Lin was stunned and subconsciously tried to persuade her master not to risk his life, saying it was meaningless.
The words reached her lips but twisted around for a long time before she could not utter them.
She knew this was the Sword Immortal's best choice.
The war between immortals and demons made it impossible for him to fight against the hundred sects of the immortal world. It was better to go to the Underworld.
This world would eventually disappear with her death. What was meaningful in the end?
As long as he was happy and got what he wished for, it was meaningful.
In the end, Jian Lin did not stop her master. She only instructed Ning Xiao to take good care of him and watched them leave the Demon Palace.
After sending off her master, Jian Lin felt a sense of emptiness and confusion. Xie Jin hurried over from the corridor. Seeing her, he stopped, as if he had something to say.
"Just say it. What else do we have to hesitate about between us?" Jian Lin forced a smile.
"News has come from the front lines that this ambush was not successful," Xie Jin took a deep breath and said slowly. "However, the Demon Lord was injured, quite seriously. I need to go pick him up. Miss Apei..."
"I'll go with you," Jian Lin said, her face pale, trying to remain calm.
Don't panic. She had been mentally prepared for this. How could one not get injured on the battlefield?
On the way to pick up the Demon Lord, Jian Lin learned about the situation of the war.
The hundred sects of the immortal world had been planning for a long time. The Guanlan Sect was in chaos and on the verge of collapse. Seeing the imminent collapse of the building, they needed a victory to stabilize morale.
Therefore, for this ambush, they gathered their top experts, ready to break through the Demon Realm's defenses in one go and strike directly at the Demon Palace.
In fact, if the Demon Lord had not discovered the crisis in time and led the Demon Realm's elite guards to resist desperately, the immortal realm would have succeeded.
This part did not align with the plot of the original work.
Jian Lin analyzed that perhaps because of her, the Jinlin Sect did not become the scapegoat for the Guanlan Sect. The Immortal Sword emerged from seclusion, tearing off the Guanlan Sect's fig leaf.
And so on, similar reasons led to this fierce attack.
After a period of panic, Jian Lin quickly calmed down. At this moment, she didn't feel much fear. She was even thinking about how she would handle this situation if she had to do it again.
Would she still help the Guanlan Sect?
Would she still strive hard to get the opportunity to enter the secret realm and coincidentally meet the Sword Immortal?
Would she still become his disciple?
Lost in thought, they soon encountered the Demon Lord's guards.
They found a carriage and traveled low-key on the road. Jian Lin and Xie Jin landed, exchanged a few simple greetings, and then they got into the carriage to visit the Demon Lord.
Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord was conscious and, at first glance, seemed fine.
Then, after Xie Jin examined him carefully, his face became solemn, and he said with great concern, "Your Majesty the Demon Lord, I will prescribe a medicinal formula for you first. Forcing yourself at this moment will do you no good. Listen to me and go to sleep peacefully."
"If I fall asleep, will I have a chance to wake up?" The Demon Lord knew the key to the problem.
Xie Jin remained silent and looked at Jian Lin for help.
Jian Lin understood Xie Jin's meaning, reached out to support the Demon Lord's shoulder, and gently persuaded him, "I believe Xie Jin will do his best to find a solution."
"I believe so too," the Demon Lord said, looking up at her calmly. "However, I cannot afford to relax even a little. I think you will understand me."
Jian Lin's eyes welled up with tears. She understood, she completely understood.