Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 125: Turns Out I'm Not That Bad

Everyone knew that wherever the Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng went, death followed. Only the dead could keep secrets, and those unaware of her identity might have a chance to live.

With her intelligence, Qian Bingxue already knew who Ye Wenxin was from the Funeral for Flowers technique alone. Yet, by asking her identity, she clearly chose not to expose Ye Wenxin, offering her junior sisters hope for survival.

Ye Wenxin found Qian Bingxue intriguing for her sense of propriety, knowing the right thing to do in such a critical moment.

Ye Wenxin looked at Qian Bingxue and explained her presence.

"I was just passing by and decided to pick something up."

Inside, she was tense as well, uncertain if her powerful aura could overshadow the sharpness of her Ice Physique.

The more she thought, the more Ye Wenxin felt the need for a swift resolution, turning her attention to the nine-headed serpent.

"I don't have what you want!" The nine-headed serpent shook its heads frantically, its earlier arrogance vanished, leaving only fear and humility. As Ye Wenxin appeared, the serpent recalled fragmented memories.

Years ago, it had seen these enchanting flowers, which brought only despair. Now, the person wielding the Funeral for Flowers seemed even more formidable, and the serpent was reluctant to confront her.

"If I say you do... then you do..." Ye Wenxin's words were simple and domineering, embodying the demeanor of the Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng. Her every move had to differ from Ye Wenxin's.

Her words were like divine law, commands unbreakable. As she walked, her aura grew more oppressive. Even Qian Bingxue couldn't help but kneel.

In this world, one might not know the ten great dynasties or the ten major sects, but the existence of the Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng was familiar even to infants.

The public demonized her as a beautiful demon, clad in blood-red garments.

Among the celestial and demonic sects, she was taboo. Her presence was acknowledged, yet none dared to provoke her.

Her existence maintained the balance among the celestial sects, demonic sects, and dynasties. But Gu Qingcheng had been missing for nearly a year, and her sudden appearance in Asura Hall's back mountain could spark untold chaos.

"I... I do have something," the nine-headed serpent finally admitted as Ye Wenxin drew closer, lowering its heads in submission.

"Oh? You just said you didn't." Ye Wenxin, unaware of the Funeral for Flowers' history, found the serpent's behavior odd and remained cautious, suspecting it might be as duplicitous as Zhao Teddy.

"I just remembered, my lord... there's a legacy left by my ancestor," the serpent explained, each head showing different expressions, confusing Ye Wenxin. She focused on the one with a mournful face.

"It's true! I just got out; I don't want to go back to that dark place. It's really a legacy!"

The mournful head, the weakest of the bunch, began to cry like a child, sharp and piercing.

Ye Wenxin commanded it to be quiet and casually inquired, "What legacy?"

A legacy, similar to ancient manuals, required rigorous trials, attainable only by the destined.