Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Chapter 147 Invisible Shackles

Wen Bumian sat up straight, reflecting while pressing his palms, and calmly confessed: "You are right, I did not travel through time recently. It is not this body that has seen the secrets of the world and awakened the power of alchemy, but I have such ability. It took me three years to make this useless body reach the current level, so that I can deal with the people in this world."

"I used elixirs to feed the monster beasts, and I helped the monster beast outside Luoyang Mountain break through to the Jindan stage in the shortest possible time, and even transformed. In my plan, both Mu Qingge and Mu Yunzhong would die at the bottom of the cliff. As for Luo Xingnan who came later, I would naturally deal with him personally."

Wen Bumian was busy explaining his plan, not paying any attention to Jiang Tingwan's extremely shocked expression.

"But I didn't expect that I would see you."

Wen Bumian glanced at Jiang Tingwan only after he said this, and smiled confidently, "Yes, I was there at the time. I didn't expect you to come to save Mu Yunzhong, and even helped him break through the realm of transformation at the critical moment. At that time, I guessed that perhaps you were also a person who traveled through the book. I could have killed you on the spot, but..."

Wen Bumian closed his eyes in anger and clenched his fists even tighter. "But this book has no ending. I'm not sure where the story will go, and I'm even less sure if the book is really discontinued... I need someone who comes later to give me the answer... So I can only go to Sanyuan Sect, kill the disciple who might have seen me, get close to you, and get more information."

At this point, Wen Bumian suddenly sneered, "I just didn't expect that your luck is so good, so good that it makes me feel that all my calculations seem stupid!"

But Jiang Tingwan finally grasped the key point from his words and asked in disbelief: "The person you want to kill is not just Mu Yunzhong?"

After asking this question, all her doubts and confusions gradually had an explanation.

Wen Bumian simply replied, “Yes!”

"That one-eyed silver wolf, is it really Luo Xingnan?" Jiang Tingwan asked him excitedly, "Did you really turn him into an orc?"

"This is all thanks to the fact that you shaped him so perfectly. I thought that I was more than capable of dealing with him, even if he had gained the spiritual power in the black hole at the bottom of the cliff. But I didn't expect that not only would I fail to kill him, but he also broke two of my profound veins. I was able to escape from the grave injury, and even found the lair of the monster I kept through this incident... Heh..."

A light flashed in Wen Bumian's eyes, and it was also an excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"He was so strong that I almost thought I had acted too early. I could only command dozens of evolved monsters to chase him to Moyou Village. I knew that in order to protect those villagers, he would not escape, and he really trapped himself in Moyou Valley by himself."

"After he died, I felt that his body should not be wasted. Like Mu Yunzhong, he had a body that was born to contain demonic power. I was able to refine a weapon that was more obedient than humans and more powerful than demonic beasts. He almost wanted to keep you yesterday, but you figured out the secret of the formation. From that moment on, I knew that you were the one who couldn't be kept."

"Why?" She frowned, extremely puzzled, "Why can't I understand at all, what are you thinking about?"

Wen Bu Mian sat on the stone and looked down at her. His expression was calm, but his eyes gradually became unfathomable. A dark and hoarse voice came slowly, "Because our goals have never been the same, let alone the so-called fellow villagers."

Jiang Tingwan was stunned.

Wen Bumian continued: "What I want is not to go home, but to become the most powerful existence in every world. Anyone who might stand in my way must die!"

"Who are you, anyway?" Jiang Tingwan looked at him in disbelief and asked this question.

The man on the other side had a mysterious light in his eyes, and he spoke at a steady pace, "My life is very long, so long that I have lived through many lives. In each life, I wake up from someone else's body. Apart from this body, the only thing that belongs to me is the memories of those past lives. Every world I have traveled through is similar but runs by different rules. I clearly have powerful abilities, but I have to start over in every life. I am unwilling to accept this and I don't understand."

"This is my life, until I wake up in your world."

"Among so many worlds, your world is the most interesting. Your bodies have no spiritual roots, no spiritual energy for cultivation, but you have the richest theories and ideas. I learned a lot and understood a lot there. What I find most interesting is that what you call a novel actually wrote about a story that I have experienced. This feeling is magical."

"I stayed there for a short time, but it made me understand one thing: no matter which world it is, there is an invisible shackle that forces us to live in this so-called world and voluntarily obey the so-called rules."

"Your life is very short, so short that there is only one possibility for the evolution of life. Any power beyond nature can destroy you, but I feel that you have come into contact with this shackle at the closest distance. However, this shackle also restricts your possibility of crossing your own plane with the most absolute power."

Wen Bumian stood up and looked into the distance as he spoke.

"So, when I woke up again in the novel I had read, I vowed to become the most powerful being in this world, to use my power to break through the plane of the world, to see with my own eyes what is above the world? But every time, every time, there is an invisible force that makes me fail at the last moment..."

At this point, there was no frustration, anger, or unwillingness on Wen Bumian's face. Instead, there was excitement, joy, and excitement.

"At that time, I knew that I had not failed, but was close..."

Jiang Tingwan's expression could no longer be described as shocking. For a moment, she suddenly felt a sacred light flashing in Wen Bumian's eyes.

At this point, Wen Bumian turned around and looked at Jiang Tingwan on the ground. "I think you must understand what I said. As creators, you have written one world view after another. You think you created them, but you may not have thought that your so-called inspiration is just a glimpse of a corner of the world, and then you happened to write other people's stories?"

Jiang Tingwan's eyes slightly opened, his heart was shocked beyond words.

"Jiang Tingwan, I'll give you a chance. Follow me and go to this world with me to see with your own eyes the secrets behind this world." Wen Bumian's voice was full of temptation, which made Jiang Tingwan's heart flutter and he was at a loss.

She was speechless, and even felt that he was right. But because of this, she remembered the characters she wrote, and the real people she had come into contact with, and she couldn't help but ask: "Following you means killing all those who stop you?"

Wen Bumian's pupils gradually contracted, and he got the answer.

Jiang Tingwan's voice continued: "If I'm not mistaken, to become the most powerful person in these worlds, you have to use the rules of this world, and the most powerful and mysterious thing in this world I wrote is the Dustless Pearl in Mu Yunzhong's body, so you keep urging me to kill him."

"And if Mu Yunzhong is gone from this world, you will become the target of public criticism, and Mu Yunzhong's threat will also become your threat. That's why you have to kill Luo Xingnan and Mu Qingge in advance, and use Qinglan as your shield..."

"It's not that you don't want to kill me, it's that you can't kill me yet. You need me, the author, to help you get to the end..."