prynovel Chapter 883 - 514: Wait, Is This the Full Spirit?_2
Chapter 883 - 514: Wait, Is This the Full Spirit?_2
Chapter 883: Chapter 514: Wait, Is This the Full Spirit?_2
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The Peach Blossom Demon’s heart was aflutter with myriad thoughts. She gently plucked a blush-pink petal from a peach blossom, parted her vermilion lips, and whispered a few seemingly affectionate phrases. Then, slowly, she released her fingers, letting the petal dance on the wind.
A gentle breeze wafted by, softly lifting the petal from the Peach Blossom Demon’s hand. It twirled through the air like a gracefully fluttering butterfly, spinning and somersaulting. The petal swayed in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance, as if recounting an ancient and beautiful legend.
In a moment, the petal drifted away with the breeze, vanishing into the horizon, leaving only a faint blush color gently swaying in front of the Peach Blossom Demon’s eyes.
Originally, the Peach Blossom Demon had been full of expectation, thinking that this message sent to Jiuniang would quickly receive a response, just like the countless exchanges in the past. However, contrary to her expectations, when she once again closed off the world to cultivate, and three hundred years of time passed, that letter, laden with deep affection, had vanished without a trace, stirring no ripples; she still hadn’t received the slightest reply from Jiuniang.
“Could it be that Jiuniang has encountered some misfortune?”
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The Peach Blossom Demon grew anxious. She immediately packed her things and hurried to the small village inhabited by ordinary people.
She had no idea where to begin
“Do you really think you were doing it for her good?”
Logan froze, not understanding why the Peach Blossom Demon would say such a thing.
“You took advantage of her lack of self-awareness and ability to resist, and you signed a contract with her. Don’t you think you are selfishly depriving her of the right to live freely?”
“And yet you go around claiming it’s for her good. In my view, you humans are always so hypocritical and selfish.”
The Peach Blossom Demon, as if recalling something amusing, pointed to the temple Logan had visited previously and spoke slowly.
“You should know, the deity they worship there is me. It’s a bit presumptuous, but I can tell you that I’ve listened to countless prayers in that temple. Do you know what they pray for?”
The Peach Blossom Demon suddenly broke into a laugh, her voice ringing clear and melodious with a touch of seduction—if one listened too long, it could even bewitch the minds of ordinary folks.
“I’ve heard them wishing for money, for power, for love that isn’t theirs to have.”
With lips as red as blood, the Peach Blossom Demon’s words caused Logan to have a worrisome premonition.
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