owlsbooks Chapter 587 The sealed memories begin to loosen, and Xuanyuan Longbai comes to fight the Rakshasa.
Chapter 587 The sealed memories begin to loosen, and Xuanyuan Longbai comes to fight the Rakshasa.
Chapter 587 The sealed memories begin to loosen, and Xuanyuan Longbai comes to fight the Rakshasa.
Jiang Chacha's gaze followed the pill in his hand and moved up to his eyes again: "Your divine power nourishes me, my injuries are almost healed, my heart doesn't hurt, I don't need to take the pill."
He knew her heart was aching terribly, so he gave her medicine. He knew her very well, but her memories of him were so vague and indistinct.
Chongming's voice was gentle, with a hint of coaxing: "It's alright, your heart doesn't hurt. Eating it will also help stabilize your essence and won't harm your body or your cultivation!"
Jiang Chacha forced a pale smile: "Chongming High God, is this how you treat your wife who is undergoing tribulation?"
Chongming's fingers holding the pill trembled slightly: "Yes, she is hard to coax, but also easy to coax. She is so powerful, yet so fragile. She is good in every way."
She was perfect in every way, except that she had forgotten him.
It was man-made; it had nothing to do with her.
She will remember him; even if it takes ten thousand years, he will find her and come back.
Jiang Chacha's eyes were red: "Chongming, you think she's perfect because you love her, right?"
If his wife were her, what would be so good about her?
She's terrible; she's incredibly lazy and her cultivation level is low.
Chongming nodded and shook his head, his gaze fixed on Jiang Chacha: "It's not because I love her that I think she's good. She was good even before I fell in love with her."
"It's hard to fall in love with someone, and it's even harder when the person you fall in love with also loves you, so she must be perfect in every way."
Jiang Chacha took a deep breath, lowered her head, and swallowed the pill from his hand that was holding it.
The elixirs from the celestial realm were far superior to those from the demon realm; once swallowed, they effectively relieved the pain in her heart.
Seeing that she had finished the pill and that his divine power was still protecting her, Chongming asked, "Do you recognize this Rakshasa?"
Jiang Chacha didn't hide anything and said truthfully, "I don't know him, but he knows me and wants to eat my heart."
Chongming nodded, then turned his gaze to the male Rakshasa who had been smashed into the rocks by the flaming staff, his features destroyed, blood flowing from his seven orifices, and almost turned into a pancake. He slightly raised his finger.
The male Rakshasa emerged from the rocks and stood before him, staring at him with wide eyes, a panicked voice escaping his lips: "Chongming Shangshen!"
Chongming's voice was icy: "You recognize me?"
The male Rakshasa hurriedly denied it: "I don't know him, I don't know him!"
Jiang Chacha said from the side, "He recognized you and he recognized me. He disguised himself as you, blocked my way, and started fighting with me!"
Chongming's dark eyes turned cold, and it felt as if a sharp sword had pierced through the male Rakshasa's heart. He was in so much pain that he reached out his hands to cover his wounds, but blood still flowed down between his fingers and onto the ground, more than Jiang Chacha had ever shed.
Jiang Chacha continued, "Besides impersonating you, he also impersonated my grandmother, trying to trick me."
As Jiang Chacha finished speaking, the male demon's heart felt as if it had been pierced by two swords, not by one.
"You didn't fall for it!"
The male Rakshasa was in unbearable pain and yelled at Jiang Chacha.
“You tree demon, ever since the great war, you have been exceptionally cunning. After the great war that killed my Rakshasa clan, you neither ascended to heaven nor descended to earth. You returned to Youdu Mountain and never came out again.” “Today I have glimpsed your state of mind. The people who left the deepest impression on you are: first, the God Chongming; second, Xuanyuan Longbai; and third, that dragon with the golden dragon horns.”
"Neither the Supreme God Chongming nor Xuanyuan Longbai fooled you. Only that dragon with the golden dragon horns made you lose your senses, causing me to plunge my Kunwu sword into your heart and injure you."
"You're still trying to deny it. What, is that dragon with the golden horns a secret you can't mention?"
"Hahaha, you tree spirit, you've finally met your match."
"You said that deep down he has the soul of a dragon with golden horns..."
You're saying I've been through a great war?
Jiang Chacha stepped forward, her voice booming over Chongming, interrupting him as she grabbed the male Rakshasa: "You said I killed people from your Rakshasa clan?"
The male Rakshasa glared at her with overwhelming hatred: "You not only killed my Rakshasa clan members, you also killed my grandfather!"
"We, the Rakshasa clan, only wish to possess more territory, multiply our people, and fight against Ji Xuanyuan alongside the Jiuli tribe. But you, a tree demon under Ji Xuanyuan's command, have ruthlessly attacked and slaughtered 3800 of my people!"
She has no memory of following Ji Xuanyuan to fight against the Jiuli Chiyou tribe. Her only memory is of her maternal grandmother, who was Ji Xuanyuan's subordinate.
She looked completely different from her grandmother, and the male demon in front of her couldn't mistake her for someone else; her memories of the great battle had also been erased.
Jiang Chacha asked, "You said I killed your people, do you know my name?"
The male Rakshasa sneered: "You dare to do it but not admit it? You don't think I've mistaken you for someone else, do you? Let me tell you, your portrait, your true form, hangs in our clan. My parents point to the portrait day and night and tell me that you are the enemy of our Rakshasa clan!"
"When any member of our Rakshasa clan sees you, they must rip out your heart to offer as a sacrifice to the dead members of our Rakshasa clan, and then eat your heart."
Jiang Chacha tightened her grip on his hand: "I'm asking you what my name is, not whether my portrait is in your house."
"What? What's your name? You're just called Jiang..."
"You ugly freak, who gave you the guts to yell here?"
Xuanyuan Longbai suddenly appeared, interrupting the male Rakshasa, and kicked him away from Jiang Chacha.
The male Rakshasa was kicked to the ground, but Xuan Yuanlongbai didn't let him go. He rushed over and started violently attacking him while cursing him.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain. Your Rakshasa tribe has over ten thousand people and owns its own territory, yet you feel your territory is too small. You bet on the Nine Li Chiyou, but you were no match for us. More than 3000 of your people were slaughtered. Who is to blame? Blame your incompetence!"
The male Rakshasa was kicked and bleeding profusely, unable to retaliate. He gritted his teeth and retorted, "It's a matter of the victor taking all. Chi You of the Jiuli tribe was defeated. My people begged for mercy and surrendered. Why did you still kill them?"
Xuanyuan Longbai stomped his head into the mud: "You beg for mercy because you can't beat us? You deserve to have so many of my demon race killed by you, right?"
"Why should we, as the victors, accept your surrender without retaliating?"
“I’m telling you, your grandfather, your ancestors were cowards. When they had the upper hand, they shouted the loudest than anyone else.”
"When you fail, you lie on the ground and bark like a dog faster than anyone else. With that kind of attitude, what makes you think you have any hatred? What makes you think you can seek revenge?"
"Oh, I see. You still think your territory is too big and your people are too many, so you want me to go and slaughter them all again!"