Chapter 2: Meeting the Demon Lord

Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and found a quiet place to squat down. She started to rummage through her Cosmos Bag. The sect she belonged to was called Hehuan Sect. Before she ran out of Hehuan Sect, she had stolen many good things, and the Cosmos Bag was one of them. The Cosmos Bag looked like a small cloth bag the size of a palm, but there was a mini dimension inside and it could hold enough things to fill three large mansions. In addition to the magic tools she had stolen from Hehuan Sect, the Cosmos Bag now contained all sorts of essential supplies she had bought on the way.

Song Zhi rummaged through her Cosmos Bag and found the Face-Changing Water unique to Hehuan Sect. As long as one was focused after consuming it, one could transform into any appearance. If one did not take the antidote, this appearance could be maintained for at least five years. Even people with extremely high cultivation would not be able to see through it.

The reason why there was this kind of Face-Changing Water was that in order to improve their cultivation, the disciples of Hehuan Sect often had to hook up with various cultivators to cultivate together. In order to achieve twice the results with half the effort, they often used this kind of cultivation water to transform into the appearance that the other party liked… Well here’s the problem… What did the Demon Lord like?

Song Zhi recalled the plot and realized that Mo Xiuyao did not like anything, let alone women. The only thing he had expressed his love for was a demonic beast called the swift rabbit, and it was because of the swift rabbit’s delicious meat. But she couldn’t possibly turn into a rabbit, right?

The corner of Song Zhi’s mouth twitched. She thought that she did not intend to use her looks to win over Mo Xiuyao, so she simply changed her facial features to distinguish them from her real appearance. After changing her face, she took out an invisible cloak and put it on before going up the mountain along the path.

Before coming to The Purple Cloud Peak, Song Zhi had done a lot of homework. That was why she could easily pass through all kinds of small paths, avoid the patrolling Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples, and rush to the Demon’s Note Valley.

According to the plot, the Demon’s Note Valley was surrounded by barriers and arrays, and there was a huge seal made by all the major sects above. In order to suppress Demon Lord Mo Xiuyao, anyone who entered the Demon’s Note Valley, regardless of their cultivation, would lose all their skills and become an ordinary person. However, this pressure was an exception to those who cultivated in the Hehuan Sect.

Song Zhi’s cultivation level was very low. There was no difference whether she had cultivation or not, so she did not care if it was suppressed or not. Because the defensive layer of the Demon’s Note Valley was strong enough, there were only ordinary disciples from the Purple Cloud Sword Sect guarding the outside of the valley. This was convenient for Song Zhi. She wrapped the invisibility cloak tightly and held her breath as she passed through The Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples, finally stepping into the Demon’s Note Valley.

As soon as she entered the Demon’s Note Valley, a strange gust of wind blew at her, blowing off the hood of her cloak. Song Zhi quickly put it on and looked back guiltily. Thank God, The Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples did not notice her.

Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief. Her heart was beating like a drum as she walked forward cautiously. The trees in the Demon’s Note Valley were tall and blocked out the sun. There was no sunlight all year round, and there was an unpleasant smell everywhere. Song Zhi stepped on the soft and wet fallen leaves, and her shoes were instantly soaked. She trembled as she walked forward. The deeper she went, the more nervous she became. There were a few times when she wanted to turn around and run away, but when she thought of her purpose here, she resisted the urge to run away.

Demon’s Note Valley was huge, very huge. Song Zhi walked for a long time before she passed by a small forest. Just as she was thinking about how to find the Demon Lord Mo Xiuyao, a mocking voice suddenly came from not far away.

“It’s said that the demon’s cultivation is extremely high, but I don’t think so. Otherwise, why would he be locked up in this dark place for 30 years?”

“Not only is the demon’s cultivation base not as high as the rumors say, but his appearance is also not as handsome as the rumors say. I think he is not even one-tenth of Eldest Senior Brother’s handsomeness.”

“Indeed, the demon’s face is indeed ordinary.”

There were other people here? Song Zhi was surprised for a moment. Then, she remembered that the original text mentioned that some outer sect disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect would group up to mock the Demon Lord, who was suppressed in the Demon’s Note Valley.

When Song Zhi was reading the novel, she did not understand why the Purple Cloud Sword Sect’s outer sect disciples dared to mock Mo Xiuyao when he was sealed in the Demon’s Note Valley, while the other sects in the Immortal cultivation world were afraid of him.

Mo Xiuyao did not get angry even after being ridiculed. He acted as if they could say whatever they wanted. His attitude also caused the outer sect disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect to become more and more presumptuous. However, no matter how presumptuous they were, they only dared to mock the Demon Lord from afar, and did not dare to do anything else.