It feels strange.

Clearly, it’s the first time, yet it seems like I’ve gone through this daily routine many times before.

Staying by Jiang Sha’s side, Fan Wubing truly has an indescribable feeling, which makes him both relaxed and tense. He feels relaxed because in front of her, there’s no need to hide anything since nothing can be hidden; she can easily see through a person, which instead makes him have no worries. As for the tension, it’s because she gives an invisible pressure, a pressure stemming from the curse she bears, as well as her unknown and mysterious abilities.

After preparing the bathing process, Fan Wubing carried Jiang Sha into the bathtub.

It’s not that he wanted to take advantage of her, but any power approaching her would be devoured by that curse. If she used her cultivation, it would exacerbate the curse’s erosion on her.

Therefore, she must have someone to take care of her daily needs.

Fan Wubing also felt a bit emotional. The once mighty Great Demon Lord, just because of defying the Heavenly Dao, has fallen to such a state, unable to care for herself.

Emotional as he may be, it’s only the retribution that a Great Demon ought to have.

For a person who has committed so many evils, being left half-paralyzed is really not that bad.

Pity for a Great Demon, but who pities those she killed?

Fan Wubing didn’t have much of the heroic spirit of "acting on behalf of Heaven"; he only thought, since he received her diligent care for twenty years, he should return it for twenty years, so neither would owe the other. After these twenty years, who would care what happens to her?

Bathing a half-paralyzed person is pretty much like bathing a well-behaved cat.

After the bath, Fan Wubing dressed her up and began to groom her.

She held onto the stool, sitting gracefully in front of the mirror, her eyes gazing unblinkingly at herself inside, with long eyelashes that slightly quivered with each blink.

Fan Wubing combed her long hair backward, tying it into two buns, then pulled a strand from the left side, braiding it down her shoulder.

Jiang Sha spoke, "You’re very skillful."

"Hmm." Fan Wubing answered without explanation. He had often watched Man’Er braiding Xianchan’s hair and had learned. "Do you want makeup?"

"What do you think?"

Fan Wubing looked at her in the mirror, "Just touch up your lips, to add some color."

"Okay."

Fan Wubing squatted in front of her, took out a lip pencil, and put a little peach color on her lips, "Just press back and forth a little."

Jiang Sha did as she was told, the two lips tinted lightly with peach color, her face transformed from listless to lively, as if a dragon had been given pupils.

"How is it?" Fan Wubing asked.

"A little off," Jiang Sha said softly, "but it’s enough."

Fan Wubing paused. He thought it was just right, couldn’t help but grumble inwardly... Such high standards.

"Alright, I’ll try harder next time."

Fan Wubing then moved her onto a wheelchair, pushing her through the quiet corridor, out of the palace, and into the large square outside Slaughter Hall. Influenced by the environment, the sun above was a dull grey, casting a leaden light on the ground.

Staying in such a place, can one’s mood be good?

He didn’t like it here much and asked, "Shall we go somewhere else to bask in the sun?"

"Okay, you decide." Jiang Sha seemed a bit sluggish, perhaps from waking from a long sleep, and answered after a pause.

Some time later,

the two appeared in the northeastern region of Taiping Continent, in a coastal city called Ningzhi City.

Ningzhi City was quite large, with over a dozen large ports, basically covering the nearby bay. The inhabitants of the city were primarily cultivators, rarely seen were ordinary people. The streets were bustling, almost everyone seemed busy, the streets filled with flying cars, transporting beasts, and in the sky a variety of small cargo flying ships and sky shuttles, with dedicated people responsible for cargo scheduling every so often along the way.

Fan Wubing pushed Jiang Sha slowly along the walkway, "It looks like these things are brought from elsewhere, sent to the Fallen Immortal Land over there." He looked back at the southern sky of Taiping Continent, where a streak of profound color stained the sky. That was the Profound Wall surrounding the Fallen Immortal Land.

He felt it slightly and found the energy over there to be quite chaotic, unlike the stability of Profound Fire Mountain in Changsheng Continent.

This is the sign of war urgency.

Taiping Continent, among the Nineteen Continents of the World, was considered lower tier. However, the Fallen Immortal Land emerging here was particularly fierce, and reinforcements from other continents often didn’t achieve the best effect due to various issues, hence the urgency even after more than a decade.

Jiang Sha’s peach lips parted lightly, "Better to divert than block."

Fan Wubing understood her meaning, "But it seems there’s no suitable method for diversion."

The True Demons are formed from obsessions, and the best way is naturally to dissolve those obsessions. Otherwise, they’ll never be exterminated, and in the foreseeable future, this world will be influenced by the True Demons of Fallen Immortal Land for a long time.

"They need to figure out who their real enemy is."

"Do you mean the Heavenly Dao?" Fan Wubing asked.

Jiang Sha, however, continued speaking to herself, "Even if they realized it, they’d keep brainwashing themselves, refusing to accept the truth no matter what."

"Why?"

"Because they are enjoying the benefits of it. Especially the Terminal Daoists, occupying a path. Everyone on this path contributes luck and power to them while cultivating."

"But aren’t you also a Terminal Daoist?" Fan Wubing knew that Jiang Sha was the Terminal Daoist of the Path of All Things Decay.

Jiang Sha lowered her eyes, "Yes, you’re right. I too am enjoying the benefits of being a Terminal Daoist. I am also one of the knots in this world."