Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

After a brief period of darkness, there was a sudden silence. There was no expected pain or impact, only the sound of air passing over one's ears.

She opened her eyes and saw Mu Yunzhong standing in front of her again.

He held his sword horizontally to block Mo Shaoyang's powerful sword energy, but his back kept shaking. She knew that he had reached his limit.

She looked back and forth frantically at "Gu Qingman" and Mo Shaoyang, trying to find a glimmer of hope for Mu Yunzhong, but before she could react, Mu Yunzhong in front of her also slid back in front of her under the powerful spiritual attack, and finally had nowhere to retreat.

The shocked Jiang Tingwan subconsciously hugged Mu Yunzhong's back. In a flash, Mo Shaoyang in front of him slightly tilted the tip of his sword by half an inch, avoiding Mu Yunzhong's blocking range. The sharp blade instantly sank into Mu Yunzhong's chest...

"Muyunzhong!"

She screamed in fear, it was shocking.

Mu Yunzhong, feeling the pain, slapped Mo Shaoyang opposite him, and the sword in front of his chest was pulled out of his body. Blood surged up, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from his lungs, flowing out from the corners of Mu Yunzhong's mouth little by little, until Mu Yunzhong could no longer hold on and the blood gushed out in an instant.

A few drops of red blood splashed onto Jiang Tingwan's face. She trembled all over and was almost speechless. Those drops of blood fell on her face like many hot sparks, penetrating from the surface of the skin to the inside.

"Muyunzhong?"

She stared at him as he collapsed in her arms, calling out his name and trying her best to hold up his body.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little regretful at this moment, regretting that she did not take the "Nine-Turn Golden Pill" given to her by Wen Bumian in time.

If she had taken the pill before falling asleep, this would not have happened.

Mu Yun in his arms never realized Jiang Tingwan's reaction. He just glared at Mo Shaoyang opposite him and tried hard to stand up.

"Disciple is fine! Master, don't worry, I'll take care of everything." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, forced himself to stand up, and called back Yuxiao on the ground. He stood with a sword in his hand, ready to die, as if behind him was everything he was willing to protect with his life.

Jiang Tingwan looked at his back and felt that he was extremely determined. She had never thought that Mu Yunzhong valued her to such an extent, nor had she ever thought that things between them would come to this point.

If she had only hoped to find out what Mu Yunzhong was thinking through a dream before entering the city, she regretted it now...

Since he regards her as such an important master, then her role as a master cannot be in vain. She must do her best to help him leave this dream.

So, the moment he walked out, she grabbed him.

Mu Yun finally turned around. She saw the sword wound on his chest and the blood all over his body from a close distance. She smiled thankfully and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, this is just a dream. It will be gone after you get out of it, and it won't leave any scars!"

Mu Yun finally heard her words and showed a puzzled expression, "Master? What are you talking about?"

Jiang Tingwan raised his head, looked at the blood on his face, and smiled slightly, "Do you remember what the second brother said?"

He stared closely at Jiang Tingwan in front of him, and vaguely guessed what she was going to say.

"There are four rules at Yunlai Inn!"

“Rule number three, don’t believe anything you see!”

She said this seriously, but Mu Yunzhong's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Fourth, forget your identity as a disciple of the Immortal Sect! Don't even think about saving anyone, including me, your master..."

Mu Yun looked at Jiang Tingwan in front of him with ultimate confusion. Before he could say what he wanted to say, he felt a vibration. Suddenly, a crack appeared under his feet, revealing an endless abyss. Everything around him suddenly split apart again.

Jiang Tingwan looked at the collapsing world behind him and gave an expected smile.

As long as she gives Mu Yunzhong enough trust and gives herself enough confidence, she believes that she can lead Mu Yunzhong to a different ending.

As long as she doesn't dwell on whether there is still a trace of murderous intent in Mu Yunzhong's heart, the dream that the dream demon has woven for her will gradually collapse, and those who were pulled into her dream will naturally be able to leave.

She looked at Mu Yunzhong in front of her with a smile, as if saying goodbye. Mu Yunzhong noticed this and subconsciously reached out to grab Jiang Tingwan in front of him, but she pushed him into the abyss behind him.

"This is my dream, you shouldn't have come!"

She said to herself with a smile, and the hand she stretched out also grabbed nothing. The sudden fall made him fall into the gap of the dream.

He opened his eyes wide in horror, watching Jiang Tingwan getting farther and farther away. For the first time, he felt helpless. He could no longer control himself and shouted at the people above him, extremely angry:

"Jiang Tingwan!"

Mu Yun finally left with Mo Shaoyang, and everything around them collapsed into nothingness, leaving only endless echoes.

"Gu Qingman" walked forward again and looked in the direction of his feet following Jiang Tingwan's gaze.

"Although you broke my dream, it doesn't mean you can get out of this dream."

"I believe in him!"

"Gu Qingman" frowned slightly, puzzled: "Believe him?"

"I believe that as long as he remembers what I just said, he can wake up from his dream with his own determination."

Jiang Tingwan raised his head, retracted his gaze from Mu Yunzhong, and looked at her, "I also believe that you, who have just broken through, are not strong enough to force them to stay."

"Gu Qingman"'s expression froze again.

Jiang Tingwan said calmly, "I didn't finish what I said just now. You let those sober people go because of your compassion, but the fundamental reason was that you didn't have the ability to keep them by force."

Upon hearing this, "Gu Qingman" pretended to smile and said disdainfully: "I admit that you are the one who knows me best among you. You may have heard about me from somewhere and heard the story of Pingxia City. But as you can see, I am indeed much stronger than the stories you heard."

She paused for a moment, "So how can you be sure that I can't keep you all here now?"

“Because of logic!”

She looked confidently at the person opposite her, and finally confirmed at this moment the fundamental reason why she was chosen to enter this world.

She admitted that the world has changed, and even external forces like the Zizai Gate have appeared, but it is undeniable that the essential logic and main storyline of this world have always been in line with every word she has ever written.

In other words, even if the dream demon advances and breaks through in a short period of time due to external forces, he will definitely be like the monster under the cliff and will not jump out of the promotion mechanism of this world. The settings that he has made will not be completely overturned in a short period of time.

Just like Wen Bushian’s elixir, although it can help people practice and increase spiritual power, the classification of realms is still the rating of this world, and it has not completely subverted the practice order of this world.

Just like Mu Yunzhong and Mu Qingge, although they practiced the San Yuan Jue in advance, it still did not change the setting that the ultimate goodness and nature are the key to practicing the San Yuan Jue.

Because she knows her own story well enough, she can use logic and rationality to guess and bet on the possibility of changes and the upcoming plot in these unknown plot changes.

And now she was betting that this half-demon, after spending so much energy weaving so many dreams together in order to keep her, would definitely not be able to keep everyone.