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My name is Su Yuanshuang.

When I was seven years old, my clan, the Witch Spirit Clan, was first accused of treason by the so-called righteous sects, and then it was attacked by the Demon Clan.

Overnight, my parents were martyred, my family was destroyed, and I was thrown into the well of gods and demons, a place where evil coexists.

Do you hate it?

In that moment of falling into boundless darkness, I think I felt hatred.

I hate the injustice of Heaven, I hate the heartlessness of the common people.

I hate even more those so-called righteous seniors who are on good terms with my father, drinking and laughing together, and boasting to the heavens, saying they'll live and die together, and that they'll definitely lend a helping hand if he's in trouble...

But actually?

During those days when the Witch Spirit Clan was attacked from both sides, Father still believed that his so-called "close friends" would be willing to help him in his time of need.

Back then, I was a little kid, curled up in my mother's arms, watching my father expectantly holding the token and asking his close friends for help.

The demons besieged the witch spirits, and the rain, carrying demonic influences, fell night after night. The father's black hair turned white with worry, and those messages that carried hope disappeared without a trace.

The room was dim and quiet...

The token would occasionally vibrate twice. Each time, the father would look at it with anticipation, only to put it down with disappointment, sighing repeatedly.

My mother held me in her arms, and her tears fell onto my face, colder than the rain outside the window.

My mother, always gentle and magnanimous, known as the most beautiful woman in the Witch Spirit Clan, now had a dim light in her eyes. She pressed her forehead against mine and whispered, "Shuangshuang, we might... have been abandoned..."

That was the first time I had ever seen my mother so desperate, as if she had already foreseen her own demise, yet she still stubbornly held me in her arms, a sigh escaping her throat.

The mother turned to look at the father, a self-deprecating smile appearing in her eyes, and said in a resigned tone, "Shuangshuang, from now on, don't easily trust anyone."

"What morality? What close friends? Ha, it's all bullshit."

"..."

At that time, I had not yet awakened my spiritual root; I had just begun my enlightenment and blinked in ignorance.

The next day, the demons stormed into the village.

My father, until the very last second before his martyrdom, hoped that familiar faces would appear and lend them a helping hand.

But it didn't happen.

My parents collapsed in front of me.

I was huddled in a small corner, my face splattered with the blood of my people, hot and burning, and despair followed.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My eyes were terribly dry, and when the tears fell, my whole body ached.

The ancient demons were quick to kill and even faster at committing evil. The moment they threw me into the Well of Gods and Demons, I thought my life was over.

But then, a light appeared in the boundless darkness.

The support my father never received before his death, I finally got.

Through a hazy mist, I saw my master.

Ironically, none of the righteous men whom my father had been most looking forward to, those he had once called his sworn brothers, appeared.

On the contrary, it was Cheng Jiangui.

He had only honed his mindset in the Witch Spirit Clan and received guidance from his father, and he remembered it all. When the Witch Spirit Clan faced a crisis, only he, only Cheng Jiangui, was willing to travel thousands of miles to help them alone.

No wonder his father said that Cheng Jiangui had a kind of foolishness about him when he mentioned him...

I opened my mouth, but still couldn't make a sound.

Cheng Jiangui's clothes were disheveled and soaked with rain, yet they were still incredibly warm.

He fell into the Well of Gods and Demons with me, and with all his might, he held me in his arms, uttering only two words calmly: "Don't be afraid!"

Don't be afraid...

When Cheng Jiangui uttered those two words, his teeth were chattering.

I felt as if I were in a dream, dazed and confused, with two voices echoing in my mind at the same time.

First, there was the mother's desperate sobbing, "Shuangshuang, don't trust anyone so easily anymore."

Another voice is Cheng Jiangui's words: "Don't be afraid."

The two sounds collided, entering my dream along with the boundless darkness of the Well of Gods and Demons.

I think I'm sick.

Until Cheng Jiangui brought me back to Lingxiao Sect and took me in as his chief disciple, I was still hiding in my little castle, unwilling to see anyone or speak.

……

My master was extremely anxious and sought out many renowned alchemists and healers to treat me.

Among them was an old man with a white beard who looked very senior. He was the sect leader of the Medicine King Sect. He looked at me for a long time and finally sighed.

The sect leader of the Medicine King Sect led his master outside and spoke to him in a very low voice.

"This child is being influenced by inner demons..."

"There is no cure for this disease; you can only get through it on your own."

The Witch Spirit Clan is skilled in physical arts and illusions, can communicate with heaven and earth, and has keen hearing and eyesight. I heard these two sentences clearly.

The master remained silent for a long time at that time.

The sect leader of the Medicine King Sect asked, "By the way, where did you pick up this child from?"

He calmly replied, "The son of an old friend."

At that time, news of the Wuling Clan's betrayal spread throughout the entire Xuan Yue Continent. Our entire family was placed on the wall of shame in the cultivation world, subjected to the scorn of thousands, and our infamy would last for eternity.

I'm afraid there's only one "fool" like Cheng Jiangui who's still willing to believe in us, choose to help me hide my past, and choose to get out of this predicament with me.

During that period, Cheng Jiangui disappeared for a long time.

Just when I thought he was going to abandon me again, he came back.

That was one night,

My master, dressed in tattered clothes, knocked on my door. His eyes lit up slightly, and he clumsily pulled out a small gift he had given me from his pocket.

One is a ghost mask that looks very fierce and can scare away children, but it can also give me courage.

The other was a pipa made of jade strings, which shimmered under the moonlight.

At the same time, Cheng Jiangui took out a sheet music and stuffed all of these things into my arms.

He was also a new teacher, and he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. After a while, he said hesitantly, "Shuangshuang, if you are afraid of meeting strangers or going out, you can wear a mask."

"If you don't want to talk, then use music to express your emotions!"

I was stunned for a long time.

For a child who grew up in a family of body cultivators, these two items are very light when held in their arms, yet extremely heavy, so heavy that it makes it hard to breathe.

Even now, I vaguely remember,

The master at that time was shining brightly.

Masks and pipa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

These two seemingly unrelated little things were a new territory he painstakingly created for me.

The Witch Spirit Clan is infamous, condemned as traitors and sinners. I'm afraid to go out with this identity, and I dare not touch physical skills or illusions again.

Sound cultivation is the profession that my master found most suitable for me after consulting books, and it is also the closest to illusion cultivation.

He said, "If you want to learn illusion magic again in the future, the profession of sound engineer should pave the way for you."

This seemingly carefree and irresponsible sect leader, despised by everyone, actually has an incredibly soft heart...

And then...

A sect without any sound cultivation disciples accepted a sound cultivation disciple.

The master paid out of his own pocket to travel all over the country, searching for all kinds of books related to sound cultivation.

Every time he came back, he would be carrying a huge pile of good stuff, including all sorts of musical instruments and a jumble of books.

He would stuff the entire heavy pile of gifts into my arms, then close the door, accepting the elder's reprimand without any qualms: "Cheng Jiangui, aren't you spoiling this child a little too much?"

"She never goes out, never speaks, and spends all her time holed up in her room reading. You'll spoil her rotten sooner or later."

Whenever he heard such criticism, the master would proudly puff out his little nose and say, "I will raise her very well."

As it turned out, he did it.

Many years later, my cultivation level soared, and I was only one fingernail behind Lin Wuwang, making me the undisputed second-ranked member of the Five Sects.

Actually, I could have tried harder and become number one.

But Master said, "Shuangshuang, we don't need to worry about the rankings. Staying firmly in second place is fine too."

I know he said that because he was worried that I was too high-profile and attracting too much attention, and that I would be in danger if I revealed my background.

I heeded my master's teachings and always advanced a little later than Lin Wuwang, consistently controlling my score for many years, remaining a low-profile second-place finisher.

I thought I would follow the rules, be the most obedient disciple of my master, forget everything, and live an ordinary life.

but……

In the dead of night, my mother's warning, "Don't trust anyone anymore," always echoes in my ears and never fades away.

I cultivated diligently, reading and practicing day and night, and became second only to Lin Wuwang among the five sects. Yet I never dared to face strangers. Even when those innocent and naive junior brothers and sisters occasionally met me and greeted me, my throat would become choked, and I would be unable to utter a sound.

Ironically, our Witch Spirit Clan is famous for its physical skills and illusion techniques. Ever since I was old enough to understand, our elders have been guiding me into the realm of inner demons.

But now, what's trapping me in life is precisely that inner demon that should be the easiest thing to deal with.

My master was very anxious, but he was afraid of putting too much pressure on me, so he could only try to encourage me indirectly.

Seeing that other sects were all traveling in groups of five, he inexplicably appeared outside our sect and said, "Shuangshuang, how about I give you a few junior brothers and sisters?"

When I said that, Xie Mo and I were the only ones in the sect.

Xie Mo was also a child who was taken in by his master. He was poisoned by a demonic poison from a young age, which left him with crippled legs.

My fellow student and I usually stay in our rooms reading and rarely interact.

However, Lingxiao Sect is one of the five sects, and this sect will eventually have to grow up again, just like me.

I nodded to Cheng Jiangui, and he smiled.

My master is a very magical person. He travels all over the country, seemingly fooling around and running around aimlessly, but in reality he is looking for his target.

He brought back Ye Jin, Qi Jue, and a little girl with a sprouting head.

When I first met her, she was dressed in tattered clothes and had just come out of a small secret realm of medical cultivation. She had a fresh smell of medicinal pills on her body.

The junior sister is a mischievous child just like her master, always making a ruckus.

Occasionally, when I emerge from the library, I can hear her cheerful laughter and the sound of her being chased and scolded by several elders after causing trouble, with just a slight twitch of my ear.

This kid is incredibly mischievous. She likes to drag me to play with Xie Mo's wheelchair. The three of us would crash through half of the Lingxiao Sect, creating a spectacular sight.

That was the first time I received the "facing the wall" meal, but for some reason...

With the appearance of these noisy children, my bland black and white world gradually began to show color.

Later, the child cultivated himself properly,

Our first joint adventure into the Mysterious Realm was in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits, where I encountered the ancient demon who had once destroyed my family.

The boundless fear feels like it happened just yesterday.

My palms were sweating, but for some reason, when faced with these overly noisy junior brothers and sisters, I would naturally and softly remind them, "Be careful..."

When I said those two words, even my own voice sounded unfamiliar.

I once thought I would never speak again in my life.

But everything just happened naturally.

In the process of accompanying children as they grow up, I feel like...

I also found a long-lost sense of belonging.

Together we killed Tong Feng and escaped from the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits.

My junior sister shook her head happily. After making a prosthetic leg for Xie Mo, she took over his wheelchair without any hesitation and even moved her buttocks to the side to give me half of her newly acquired territory.

She would happily nuzzle against me, saying, "Senior Sister is the best!"

I sat in my wheelchair, and the little girl next to me rubbed against my arm, breathing softly, the fine downy hair on her cheeks clearly visible.

Although he was sleeping, and although he didn't say anything.

My noisy junior sister finally entered my world amidst all the noise.

From the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits to the Dragon Vein Secret Realm, and then from the Dragon Vein Secret Realm to the Divine Demon Well.

I successfully killed my enemy and opened my eyes from the demons within.

That day, I saw my mother.

In my childhood memories, she would hide behind my father with her hands behind her back, and then occasionally pop out to scare me.

Now, she disguises herself as me, carefully releasing those past nightmares from her inner demons to show me, afraid that I will get hurt, and afraid that I will not be able to get out of it.

I know, I know everything.

But for some reason,

When I faced the illusion of inner demons this time, the memories I had were not only those painful ones.

Piercing through the fog, I saw the bottom of the well of gods and demons.

Even when faced with danger, those noisy children still pushed my wheelchair, taking me, who was trapped in a hallucinatory state of mind, with them as we fled.

When I saw that scene, my heart warmed, and I knew...

I……

It's time to move on.

Mother always says Father is stupid.

But sometimes, I have a sudden realization that I'm being silly too.

Despite having already experienced disappointment, after spending countless days and nights with these junior disciples, and undergoing selection time and time again...

I think……

I think I'm still willing to believe in my beliefs.

I don't think I've been abandoned by my own path yet.

……

After the great war ended, taking advantage of the warm spring weather and the revival of all things, I took some time to return to the Witch Spirit Clan.

The mask my master gave me is now half broken, and I've placed it in a corner of the altar.

The mask seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.

I went over and touched it.

I sat by the altar for what felt like an entire day.

The illusion of the Witch Spirit Clan's inner demons appeared in my mind for the last time.

This time there were no images.

Only a voice, just like my mother's, asked me gently, "Do you still hate me?"

I lowered my head and pondered deeply.

After a long pause, he nodded again and said, "Hate!"

"But I seem to..."

"I know how to make peace with the past and with my inner demons."