What Is Song Zhi'ang Hiding?

Sha looked at Ye Feng with cold eyes and murmured softly, "If you put it that way, I really do want to test it..." "A sworn brother whose hands are soaked with the blood of the innocent..." "Will that Li Guanqi accept you in the end, or won't he?" At this, Sha paused briefly. A strange, grotesque smile curved at the corners of his lips as he slowly turned and muttered, "When that day comes..." "Even if Li Guanqi knows you were forced into it and chooses not to kill you..." "Could you really slaughter hundreds or thousands of people and still face them the way you used to?" "Heh, human nature?" "Nothing crumbles faster under a test..." With those words, Sha raised a hand and sank back into the black pool to continue remolding his fleshly body. Ye Feng kept his head slightly lowered, an unreadable light flickering in his eyes as he glanced at the demon spirit beside him. A sneer spread across the demon spirit's face, and it said softly, "I know everything you're thinking, hehe." Suppressing the turmoil in his chest, Ye Feng slowly backed out of the hall. Song Zhi'ang, who had been lying on the ground, also clambered to her feet. Demonic qi surged over her neck, swiftly knitting the wound whole again. Yet just as she was about to leave, Sha called out to her. Outside the grand hall, Ye Feng fought to calm the violent shock raging within him! He forced his mind into stillness, daring not show the slightest ripple of emotion for fear of alarming the demon spirit rooted in his arm. A light flashed deep in his eyes. He had no idea why Song Zhi'ang had secretly attached a strand of her demonic soul to his sword, Nu Sha! Right now, he dared not inspect that lingering fragment with his divine sense, for Song Zhi'ang had sealed it. The moment he tried to probe it recklessly, the soul fragment inside would undoubtedly be destroyed. This method was rather similar to the way he had sealed his own memories. Save for the one who placed it, anyone attempting to pry into the contents would trigger the restrictive seal to instantly self-destruct. Much like his current self, he had forgotten what memories he had sealed away. Yet he had an unmistakable feeling that the sealed memory had to be Li Guanqi's secret. As for what that secret was, even he did not know anymore. Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, doing his utmost to remain calm, before flashing away from the area. This domain was vast, but by now it was utterly deserted and devoid of life. Of the immense organization known as Sha, only the three of them remained. Perched atop a mountain peak, Ye Feng drank wine, his eyes glinting as unknown thoughts drifted through his mind. A tear suddenly traced a path down from the corner of his eye... *Smash!* Ye Feng shattered the wine jar. Staring at the broken shards at his feet, a heavy premonition gripped him. It felt as though this decision of his would inevitably drive an impassable chasm between him and Li Guanqi's group. Indeed... Everything Sha had said held truth. Li Guanqi truly did not care about the opinions of the world the way Sha imagined. Ye Feng could even picture it clearly: even if he killed countless people and committed terrible atrocities, so long as he was still breathing, Li Guanqi would still acknowledge him as a brother the moment they met. Yet... If it truly turned out as Sha said, and he slaughtered hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands... On the day they reunited, could hands drenched in so much innocent blood still open wide to embrace them? Ye Feng looked up at the churning, oppressive demonic qi overhead, and a sudden surge of ferocity flared in his eyes! He lashed out with Nu Sha, cleaving straight toward the heavens! With that slash, terrifying golden sword qi mingled with traces of black demonic qi, flashing across the dark sky like a golden streak. The terrifying sword qi tore the heavens clean in two, unfurling for thousands of zhang, only to reveal an even deeper void of blackness behind the sundered clouds. *Rumble! Boom!* Thunderous reverberations echoed endlessly outside the great hall. Resting against the edge of the black pool, Sha allowed the nameless vengeful souls to gnaw at his divine soul as he narrowed his eyes at the woman standing by the pool's rim. "Do you know something you shouldn't?" Song Zhi'ang frowned and answered truthfully, "This subordinate does not understand what My Lord means." Resting both hands on the pool's edge, Sha fixed his fathomless eyes—eyes that seemed capable of piercing through all things—dead onto the woman's face. "For instance... my identity." His voice was chilled to the bone. No one knew what Sha was truly referring to. Kneeling on the ground, Song Zhi'ang's face shifted slightly. Keeping her head lowered, not daring to meet his gaze, she hastily defended herself. "This subordinate knows nothing!" "I merely carried out the Chief's orders, nothing more!" Sha let out a cold laugh, suddenly raising a hand to yank Song Zhi'ang into midair with an invisible force! Opening his palm, he clamped his grip around her slender neck, rose to his feet, and shoved her straight down into the black pool without another word! While the black pool was a crucible to remold Sha's fleshly body, to a woman who already possessed flesh and blood, it was like a vat of caustic acid that dissolved everything it touched. In an instant, the flesh of her cheeks began to melt and fester, and the skin across her body looked as though it were being branded and burned through with red-hot irons! A curdling scream tore from Song Zhi'ang's throat. The moment she opened her mouth, the foul fluid of the black pool surged into her nostrils and throat. In a breath, the black water tore down her gullet and flooded her stomach. Such agony was no different from having her bones scraped and her flesh flayed piece by piece. With a face cold as frost, Sha struck a palm against her glabella, instantly causing the delicate black flower mark there to shimmer with faint light and surface. Sweeping through with a mysterious power, Sha sneered, "Sealing your memories the same way Ye Feng did?" "Heh, do you not realize every bit of power within your body belongs to me?!" With those words, the aura radiating from Sha shifted until it was identical to Song Zhi'ang's. The only reason he could do this was precisely because of the flower mark upon her brow! In an instant, the winds howled and the heavens roiled as waves of demonic qi swept across the entire domain! Caught in the tempest, Ye Feng felt like a lonely skiff tossed about the open sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment. His entire body stiffened, paralyzed on the spot by this immense force. Immediately after, a wisp of black qi surfaced upon the blade of Nu Sha, and Sha's icy voice slowly resonated throughout the space. "Found it!" *Whoosh!* Watching the demonic light being drawn away, Ye Feng felt a sudden, ominous dread seize his heart. Right then, the demon spirit materialized at the worst possible moment, mocking him, "Don't even dream of hiding anything from my master." "That includes you." *Bang!* Though his body was restrained, Ye Feng relied on sheer force of will to violently swing his sword! Then, reaching out with his left hand, he clamped a massive grip tightly around the demon spirit's head. His mood was already foul enough, and having this demon spirit roam free beyond his control, popping up whenever it pleased, infuriated him even more. Crushing the demon spirit's head in his grasp, Ye Feng spoke with glacial fury, "Even if you can exist independently now..." "I will make sure you remember that I am the master of this body!" The demon spirit let him hold it, laughing mockingly, "Hahahaha! Worthless!" "Even like this, what can you possibly do to me?"