The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

A month later, the gates of the capital of the Dawn Cloud Nation slowly opened. A massive convoy, flags fluttering and hooves thundering, marched towards the Canglan Nation.

Inside the carriage, Shen Yun sat upright on a cushion, his gaze sternly fixed on the Taoist priest across from him. The Taoist priest, dressed in a gray robe and with a thin face, held a whisk in his hand, his expression calm and composed.

Shen Yun raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "My father said that he would send someone to watch me and take my blood. I didn't expect that it would be Master Lu himself who went with me. I really trouble you."

"That's not true." The Taoist stroked his beard gently, "Serving the Yun Kingdom is my duty."

Shen Yun's eyes were like torches as he carefully examined the Taoist priest. "But I think you're taking it too seriously. So seriously that I'm even curious if you have other motives."

The Taoist smiled faintly. "I am truly devoted to the Yun Kingdom. Isn't that a bad thing? I am actually more curious about what Your Highness the Crown Prince has done. You said you were attracted to Miss Jiang, yet you refused the marriage proposal. You said you were not attracted to her, yet you brought her and her friends along. I really don't understand what Your Highness is thinking."

"They've never been to Canglan Country, and they want to go and see it. It's on their way anyway, so why not?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince holds a high position of power, so it's fine if you bring a few more people with you. But I find it a little strange."

When Shen Yun heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he said no more.

At the same time, in another carriage, Jiang Yingxue was sitting with several people from the Xianyun Sect.

The carriage was spacious and bright, luxuriously decorated. The cushions were embroidered with delicate cloud patterns, and the windows were hung with gauze, swaying gently in the wind. Jiang Yingxue, wearing a lavender silk dress like a palace maid, leaned against the window, gazing out through the gauze with a calm expression.

Chu Ying sat beside her, holding a storybook in her hands, but she didn't turn the pages. Instead, she asked in a low voice, "Yingxue, you said before that the ending might refer to the Canglan Kingdom's palace. But the palace is so big, where are you going to find that power?"

Jiang Yingxue frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the scenery passing by outside the window: "I don't know, I can only take it one step at a time."

Cen Yizhi sat opposite and sighed softly: "It's been more than a month, and I don't know where the eldest brother is now."

Jiang Yingxue turned around and said, "Given the current situation, we can only obtain that power first and then go find the person."

"But my brother has been captured for over a month now. If they were forcing him to become a demon, he would have already become one."

He swallowed and looked at Wan Jinan: "Master, if Senior Brother is really possessed by the devil, what are you going to do? Will you still accept him as your disciple?"

Wan Jinan sat in a corner of the carriage, his eyes slightly closed, his expression indifferent. Hearing Cen Yizhi's question, he slowly opened his eyes and, after a moment's silence, said, "Yan Chuan is my child. As long as he doesn't harm the people and doesn't kill innocent people, and he acknowledges me as his master, I will acknowledge him as my disciple. The worst that can happen is that he'll be kicked out of the First Peak."

"That's right!" Chu Ying immediately responded, "As long as he recognizes me as his junior sister, I will also recognize him as his senior brother!"

Jiang Yingxue glanced at them and smiled knowingly.

She gently lifted the curtain and peered out the window. The mountains in the distance rose and fell, shrouded in mist and clouds, like a painting. Her gaze drifted off into the distance...

Yan Chuan, you must wait for us...

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On a desolate wild mountain, the cold wind howled, blowing up the dead leaves and dust on the ground, as if even the heaven and earth were wailing.

Yan Chuan was tied tightly to a cold iron cross pillar. The iron chains were wrapped around his limbs and torso like poisonous snakes, cutting into his flesh and oozing traces of blood.

Beneath his feet was a massive talisman array. Purple light swirled within it, like the flames of hell, emitting a suffocating evil aura. Waves of bloody energy rose from the array, burrowing into Yan Chuan's body like a venomous snake, corroding his meridians and soul.

Luo Wei sat cross-legged in front of him, repeatedly forming seals and forcing him to cast spells. No matter how Yan Chuan wailed in pain, he remained indifferent.

Yan Chuan's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his veins were bulging.

"Kill me..." His lips were cracked, and his voice was hoarse and broken: "If you don't kill me, then one day, I will kill you!"

When Luo Wei heard this, he paused for a moment because he was really scared.

After capturing Yan Chuan that day, Luo Wei couldn't wait to make him take the magic pill.

According to common sense, there are only two results after taking the magic pill: either one cannot withstand the power of the magic pill and explodes to death; or one's cultivation level increases greatly, one is completely possessed by the devil, and becomes a puppet of the devil.

Luo Wei chose Yan Chuan because he knew that Yan Chuan had extraordinary talent and would never explode and die easily.

However, the development of the matter far exceeded his expectations. After Yan Chuan took the magic pill, his cultivation level did indeed surge, and his strength was shockingly strong, but he was not devoured by the inner demon.

What shocked Luo Wei even more was that his puppetry had no effect on Yan Chuan, as if there was a mysterious power in Yan Chuan's body that was resisting all external control.

Luo Wei had explored Yan Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness many times. He was very sure that there was indeed an inner demon in Yan Chuan's body, and that inner demon was getting stronger and stronger, but it never devoured Yan Chuan. This was something he could not understand no matter how hard he tried.

In order to stabilize Yan Chuan, Luo Wei had to tie Yan Chuan up with the Netherworld Lock and began to perform soul cleansing on him.

Soul Cleansing, a secret technique of the demonic race, can forcibly alter a person's memory, erasing useless and beautiful memories, leaving only pain and despair. Through this method, the caster can completely distort the victim's mind, reducing them to a puppet that remembers only pain, ultimately leading them to the path of demonic influence.

What Luo Wei wants to do now is to make Yan Chuan only remember the inhuman torture he suffered in his childhood, only remember the pain of not being able to love the woman he loves, and forget every detail of his time in Xianyun Sect.

He wanted to leave only darkness and despair in Yan Chuan's heart, and eventually make him completely possessed by the devil and become his puppet.

However, the soul cleansing process is extremely painful, like tearing the human soul into pieces and then burning it in fire.

Right now, after undergoing the soul-cleansing surgery that lasted for more than forty days, Yan Chuan's memory has begun to change, and his current indomitable spirit is all supported by the willpower in his bones.

Two bottles of blood, just two bottles of royal blood are needed to achieve Luo Wei's goal.

He stared at Yan Chuan and snorted, "Don't worry, I won't let you die. I will make you completely possessed! Yan Chuan, believe me, people like you who have inner demons will be condemned by thousands of people and spit on by millions. Only we will appreciate you and tolerate you! Become completely possessed, join us..."

Yan Chuan gritted his teeth and raised his head, blood smearing the corner of his mouth. He almost exhausted all his strength and said, "You...don't even think about it..."