Chapter 14: The Price of Fate

Chapter 14: The Price of Fate

As a tentative inquiry, Pei Xuanxuan had thought that Bore, having been tricked before, would hesitate and be conflicted, at least not answer so quickly as he did now.

"I won't."

His firm response only deepened Pei Xuanxuan's guilt. It wasn't her fault, yet she felt deeply sad.

Perhaps it was because she, too, had once given her heart sincerely, only to have it trampled on countless times by others. She was scared, so scared that she no longer wanted to open her heart.

The comforting words she meant to say stayed unspoken. Pei Xuanxuan felt that this trip had cost her dearly. Not only had her wounds been reopened, but salt had also been rubbed into them, causing both pain and irritation.

At this moment, she realized that having half a script was completely useless; the pain that was coming wouldn't be spared. She once believed that heaven had blessed her with a stunning appearance, but she never imagined that the price had been secretly set.

Her lips moved, but no sound escaped. Pei Xuanxuan felt that since she had no intention of empathizing with his feelings, any words would be pointless in the face of such matters. She lowered her head, ignoring Bore's yearning look, and sighed.

"Demon, how dare you kidnap our leader! Prepare to die!"

Pei Xuanxuan was still lost in her sorrow when a voice abruptly interrupted her thoughts. She swiftly stepped in front of Bore, waving her hand, and the spiritual sword lying on the ground seemed to come to life, flying obediently into her hand.

The two swords clashed as she blocked Tian Yuanbai's fierce strike.

"Master!"

Wu Ze followed closely, his face was panicked, as if he were about to cry. Only after standing behind Tian Yuanbai did he see the culprit's true face, pointing at Bore and exclaiming, "So it's you!"

Completely unaware of the situation, Tian Yuanbai turned his head back, confused, as if asking Wu Ze for clarity. But the more he looked, the more annoyed he became with the demon Pei Xuanxuan was shielding. Tian Yuanbai didn't bother to listen to any explanations and lifted his sword to strike again.

"Junior brother, listen to me."

Pei Xuanxuan fought to block the sword. Although her cultivation was still above Tian Yuanbai's, his swordsmanship was exceptional. In just a few moves, she was at a disadvantage.

"Explanation?"

"You're protecting the demon who just abducted you, and you still want to explain?"

Tian Yuanbai refused to give up, kicking away Pei Xuanxuan's sword and striking at Bore multiple times, even wishing he could seal her mouth shut to stop her from speaking.

"If you want an explanation, let me first destroy this fire-starting demon, then we can sit down and talk."

Seeing that swordsmanship was not enough to break through, Tian Yuanbai had already noticed Pei Xuanxuan's inability to keep up, but he was afraid of accidentally hurting her. If it came to spells, he was no match for her.

Caught in a dilemma, he decided to go all out. While swinging his sword, Tian Yuanbai opened the Demon Pot at his side.

The mouth of the pot began to work, its powerful suction as if it wanted to swallow the heavens and the earth.

"No!"

"Stop, Tian Yuanbai!"

Bore had just been stabbed by her and had lost a lot of blood, making him very weak now. Normally, he might have been able to avoid the Demon Pot's attack, but now, it seemed he was doomed.

Thinking of this, Pei Xuanxuan decided to go all out. Knowing that reasoning with Tian Yuanbai was futile, she rushed towards the mouth of the pot.

The Demon Pot made a "swishing" sound, as if playing a mournful tune.

At the same time, Pei Xuanxuan heard three different voices calling her name.