Transmigrated into a heretical cultivator, leading all the villains to ascension.

Chapter 285 Meeting Without Recognition

She announced softly, and only then did the Ghost Blood Vine reluctantly withdraw from Feng Lan's body.

Feng Lan collapsed to the ground, the blood-red rune between her brows appearing and disappearing.

The fox clan chief breathed a sigh of relief, but also knew that his son had lost his freedom.

Just then, Gao Huohuo suddenly felt a sharp headache, and fragments of memories flooded back like a tide.

Shadow Moon Faction? What kind of place is that?

"Your Highness? Are you alright?" Huan Ye asked with concern.

Despite her headache, Gao Huohuo waved her hand and said, "It's nothing. I'm a little tired and want to rest for a bit."

The clan chief immediately ordered someone to take her to the prepared guest room.

Before leaving, Gao Huohuo glanced back at Feng Lan, who was still kneeling on the ground.

She noticed he was looking at her with a complex gaze—a gaze containing resentment, fear, and a hint of...curiosity?

Meanwhile, when Zhong Hanshang and his group of four entered the demon territory, it was the season when the datura flowers were in full bloom.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in their hearts.

"Manman, have you heard any news about Princess Muling lately? Or about someone named Gao Huohuo?"

Hearing Ye Lingyu's words, Manman shook her head, then asked with a curious look:

"Is Sister Chen's real name Gao Huohuo? Can I call her Sister Huohuo from now on?"

Two months of fruitless searching had exhausted the four people's patience, and they were far less optimistic than Manman.

Zhong Hanshang's knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white—if Huo Huo were safe and sound, she would never have stayed away from the Shadow Moon Sect for so long.

“Fellow Daoist Zhong, take out the device that your fourth senior brother gave you when he left and take a look at it.”

Zhong Hanshang wearily took out the bronze compass, but the pointer remained motionless.

These days he's practically stared at this magical artifact until he's practically worn a hole in it, but he still hasn't gotten the slightest response.

"Junior Sister has come to the demon race, where will she go?" Lou Chongxiao muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the distant, continuous mountain range.

Three days later, the compass suddenly emitted a blinding blue light.

"The tracker is working! Let's go!"

Zhong Hanshang's shout startled the birds in the forest. The group sped away on their swords, their robes fluttering in the wind.

When they arrived, they discovered it was a market for demons.

Manman pointed to the elegantly dressed man in the distance: "That's Feng Lan, the young master of the Fox Clan, next to him is his cousin Huan Ye, and there's also..."

After Manman finished speaking, seeing that the four people did not make any move, she turned her head to look.

She then realized that all four of their gazes were fixed on the woman in black, and she also noticed the bracelet on the girl's wrist.

"Ghost Blood Vine..." Manman gasped, "She's Sister Huohuo?"

Feng Lan's voice came from afar: "Manman, what brings you here today?"

A flash of cold light appeared. Gao Huohuo suddenly attacked, two sharp palm strikes aimed directly at Zhong Hanshang and Ying's throats.

Feng Lan froze in shock, while Huan Ye's teacup shattered with a "crack".

"Manman, did you bring these people?" Feng Lan's voice suddenly turned cold.

The flower fairy girl turned around, bewildered, only to see Ye Lingyu and Lou Chongxiao looking equally shocked.

The murderous intent surging in Gao Huohuo's eyes was almost tangible, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred for those two.

Could it be about the Demon Clan...? Lou Chongxiao's heart trembled violently.

"Junior Sister! Are you alright?" Lou Chongxiao couldn't help but call out loudly.

The shout made Gao Huohuo pause slightly.

She turned her head and looked over, her brows suddenly furrowing, her face turning deathly pale.

"fire Fire!"

"your Highness!"

The two demons and two monsters rushed forward to help Gao Huohuo, but she stopped them all.

"Feng Lan, I'm not feeling well, I'm going back now."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Inside the fox clan's palace, Gao Huohuo's knuckles turned white as he gripped the bed curtains tightly.

The voices calling her "Junior Sister" kept echoing in her mind, overlapping with a scene deep in her memory—in the stone chamber of the Shadow Sect, someone also called her that.

Yet, she was clearly referred to as "Senior Sister Gao" in the Shadow Sect.

So where exactly did things go wrong? And why were they hanging out with the demonic cultivators?

Demonic cultivators are all bad people. They've imprisoned her for thirty years, and she'll find out the mastermind behind it all and avenge herself sooner or later.

After her last headache, she thought of the thirty years she had been imprisoned.

Every day is etched deeply into her memory, as if carved by a knife and axe.

Therefore, when she sees a demonic cultivator again, even if he is only a half-demon, he is her enemy.

"Next time we meet, I will take your lives."

She spoke softly to the void, and the Ghost Blood Vine on her wrist sensed its master's emotions, its sharp barbs standing up one by one.

At this moment, Feng Lan was leading everyone back to the Fox Clan.

A maid rushed in to report: "Her Highness the Princess has ordered that she not see anyone."

"Junior Sister, she..." Lou Chongxiao's voice choked in his throat.

Those unfamiliar eyes seemed to be looking at complete strangers.

Shadow silently stroked the hilt of the sword, even though the two had reconciled before he left.

He had imagined countless scenarios of their reunion, but he never expected it would be a fight to the death.

Even if she hates Zhong Hanshang, why would she drag him into it?

Zhong Hanshang's eyes were filled with pain, while Huo Huo's gaze towards him was full of murderous intent.

Make him realize how foolish his initial decision was!

He had already entered Huo Huo's heart before this.

The only saving grace is that she is still alive and well.

Even if she hates him and wants to kill him, as long as she is still there, he can accept it.

"Young Master Fenglan, Her Highness the Princess requests your presence with Young Master Huanye!"

The maid's words interrupted the thoughts of everyone present.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Zhong Hanshang felt as if the knife in his heart had been plunged even deeper.

"Your Highness." Feng Lan gently knocked on the carved wooden door.

A cold reply came from inside: "Come in."

Huan Ye noticed that the vines wrapped around Gao Huohuo's fingers were wriggling restlessly: "Are you feeling any better?"

"It's alright." A hint of bloodlust flashed in her eyes as she looked up. "Bring those two demonic cultivators from today over here."

"Do you have a grudge against them?" Feng Lan asked cautiously.

Gao Huohuo suddenly chuckled, a chilling laugh that sent shivers down her spine.

"Anything related to demons deserves to die, whether it's a demon cultivator or a half-demon."

Upon hearing this, Huan Ye and Feng Lan exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say.

Meanwhile, in front of the carved window of a tall building in the human realm.

The young man in brocade robes swirled the glass goblet, the crimson wine reflecting his amused smile:

"Interesting! Gao Huohuo actually has a grudge against the demons!"

Huan Ye braced himself and replied, "The two men claimed to be your old friends and are waiting outside the hall right now."

"An old friend?" Gao Huohuo seemed to have heard a joke, and the vines on his wrist suddenly grew three feet long.

"Then I'd like to see what kind of old friend it is."

When she appeared in the hall seated on the throne formed by the Ghost Blood Vine, she glanced at Zhong Hanshang and Ying, and said in a calm tone:

"I heard from Huan Ye that you claim to be my old friends, but I don't remember ever being friends with demonic cultivators?"

Upon hearing this, Ying hurriedly stepped forward.

"Huo Huo, have you forgotten how we met in Tianyou Ridge?"

Gao Huohuo tilted his head, looking confused like an innocent child.

"I only know that I was trapped in the Demon Realm for thirty years, but I don't remember ever going to Tianyou Ridge."