Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

A blue light suddenly flashed above the inn, and someone ran towards the outside of the city at the fastest speed.

When Jiang Tingwan woke up, he found himself lying on the ground with his hands and feet tied. Wen Bumian was sitting cross-legged beside him, regulating his breathing.

She struggled to sit up, looking at Wen Bumian's familiar yet unfamiliar face, feeling a little complicated, but fortunately she had adjusted her mentality, so she found a comfortable stone to lean on.

Wen Bumian heard the noise and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jiang Tingwan's teasing voice also came: "It has been so long and he has not been forced out. It seems that Lin Shuyu is not good at fighting, but he should have no problem being a pharmacist."

When she came out of Mu Yunzhong's room last night, she saw the golden light of Lin Shuyu and Meng Ziyuan's sudden enlightenment. After Lin Shuyu's breakthrough, she scared him when she pushed the door open.

He thought he had discovered the secret between Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong, and she came to silence him.

"Well, since you have discovered it, Uncle Master doesn't mind letting you know more."

"I really don't understand what Uncle Master is talking about." Lin Shuyu said as he dodged to the edge of the room, but Jiang Tingwan just sat down and stared at him intently.

"You've seen it all, so there's no need to play dumb. What I'm going to tell you next is a big secret concerning this elder."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Shuyu quickly clasped his two fingers together and placed them in front of his chest, trying to close his ears and refuse to listen.

Jiang Tingwan took the lead and interrupted the magic with a wave of his right hand. Lin Shuyu was so scared that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Uncle Master, please let me go! It's not good for my disciple to know too many secrets. I am the only disciple of my master. If anything happens to me, he will cry... I promise you that I will keep your mouth shut about the matter between you and Junior Brother Mu..."

Seeing Lin Shuyu's expression, Jiang Tingwan smiled blankly, ignoring his crying and saying firmly: "I was attacked by the Three Yuan Technique!"

"..." Lin Shuyu was so shocked that he sat up straight, his face full of shock.

Jiang Tingwan continued, "Not only has my cultivation power been completely lost, I have also lost many memories. I can't even rebuild my spiritual sea. I have only relied on a pill to hold on until now..."

Jiang Tingwan revealed all the secrets of his body, and Lin Shuyu was so shocked that his mouth and eyes widened.

In the long night that followed, Jiang Tingwan revealed a bunch of difficult-to-digest secrets to Lin Shuyu, and used him to teach her common sense about cultivation all night long...

Hearing her voice, Wen Bumian stopped and opened his eyes. He was not angry, but rather had a hint of appreciation. "You took advantage of my unpreparedness and deliberately brought up Luo Xingnan, using psychological tactics to hint me to drink your tea. It seems you are smarter than I thought."

As soon as he entered the room, she poured him a cup of tea and took advantage of his guilty conscience after hearing about Luo Xingnan, making him subconsciously drink the cup of tea in front of him.

This Jiang Tingwan surprised him again.

"You should be thankful that I didn't poison you. It was just a glass of water that made your luck difficult."

Wen Bumian smiled and said disdainfully: "If you really poisoned it, your psychological tactics will be useless."

If it was poison, it would be easier for him to discover it as a pharmacist.

Jiang Tingwan smiled easily, "It's okay, it's fine like this now."

Wen Bumian: "Do you think I can't kill you like this?"

At this moment, Wen Bumian seemed like a completely different person, not at all like Jiang Tingwan, the fellow villager from another world.

"Then why are you tying me up?" Jiang Tingwan raised his hands that were bound by the spiritual ropes, "Why not just kill me?"

Wen Bumian chuckled softly, stood up and walked towards her, lifted up his clothes, and sat casually on the stone opposite her.

"At least we have some fate. I want to chat with you for a while before you die." He said this condescendingly, his tone was absolutely calm and confident. "Since you have already discovered me and even thought of drugging me, how dare you deal with me alone? Those nephews who have been taught by you can at least entangle me for a while..."

Wen Bu Mian asked while searching for the answer in his mind, "Could it be that you even took their safety into consideration?"

He found the answer for Jiang Tingwan, and the doubt in his eyes turned into absolute disdain and contempt.

"You don't even ask me, why would I suspect you?" Jiang Tingwan asked instead of answering. He actually had no curiosity at all about this. His expression seemed as if he had already expected today's scene.

Wen Bumian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Compared to this, I'm more curious about how you figured out that the formation of the one-eyed silver wolf came from Luo Xingnan? And how you can help Lin Shuyu, Mo Shaoyang and others solve the problems in their hearts and help them realize their advancement?"

After expressing his doubts, Wen Bumian fixed his eyes on the person in front of him, not allowing her to hide anything at all, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

"You are the author of this book, right?" He stated this fact, not as a question but as a confirmation.

He analyzed it belatedly.

"That's right. Only my own books can remember all the details and foreshadowing so clearly, and even change their characters. I should have thought of this earlier. How could an ordinary person survive until now?"

“You’re just average. You can remember every name and every plot point accurately in an endless stream of cookie-cutter novels, and you can even use the characters in the plot to launch precise ambushes. Not only are you amazing, you’re also formidable.” Jiang Tingwan sat up straight, leaned his entire back against the boulder behind him, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the person opposite him.

Wen Bumian on the opposite side listened to her every word calmly, without any emotion, just like a hunter looking down at the prey in the trap that was groaning in pain. Whatever she said was not important.

"You have wanted to kill us for a long time, right?" Jiang Tingwan continued, with a last glimmer of hope in his eyes, hoping to get a denial from him during this period.

"I should have thought of this earlier. Why was he still willing to be controlled by Zizai Sect even though I had clearly told Mengluo in Pingxia City that you would personally make medicine for him as long as he let us go?"

"I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid that I just figured it out now. Obviously, in the Dream City he built, no one could threaten him. The only explanation is that the one who really made a deal with him was not Yan Ming, but you, so he couldn't trust me, nor could he let us go. It wasn't an accident that you killed him, but he was about to tell the truth. He pointed at your hand before he died, not because you killed him, but because he was telling me that you were the mastermind behind this!"

Jiang Tingwan raised his head and looked him straight in the eye. "In fact, from the very beginning, you being hunted by Zizaimen was just a show, right?"

After listening to Jiang Tingwan's words, Wen Bumian clenched his fingers gently, and his expression finally changed. He replied: "Why don't you think about why I want to act in this play?"

"Because of me? Because you didn't expect that the monster you fed with the golden elixir didn't kill the person you wanted to kill. You didn't expect that I would appear and save Mu Yunzhong. This was an accident, and the only explanation for this accident is that someone who shouldn't have appeared appeared, someone predicted the plot and changed it. That's why you came to Sanyuan Sect, and you saw through me at a glance."

An unexpected admiration flashed in Wen Bumian's eyes, the kind of admiration that a superior shows for someone he originally looked down upon.

"Indeed, I underestimated you. Your slowness saved your life. If I had known your identity earlier, the current situation would have been much easier to handle, and I wouldn't have to face so many accidents at the same time."