Zi Linling was slightly taken aback.
Her heart was filled with turmoil.
If, one day in the future, her cultivation surpassed Yuehua's, would she avenge today's three blows, or not?
If she didn't seek revenge, then Ye Lingyuan and she herself were injured all because of Yuehua.
If she sought revenge, Yuehua had helped them just now, and moreover, she still felt a strong sense of closeness towards Yuehua in her heart.
Zi Linling had always been quick to seek revenge or to repay kindness.
If you stab me once, I'll stab you ten times; if you help me a little, I'll repay you tenfold.
If that day truly came, what should she do?
Never mind, she would deal with it when the time came.
Thinking of this, she rubbed her temples and looked at Ye Lingyuan.
When Ye Lingyuan heard Yuehua's telepathic message, he was also slightly stunned.
However, he quickly smiled.
Let down Lin'er?
That was an impossible matter.
Therefore, Yuehua's warning was clearly unnecessary.
Meanwhile, Yuehua watched Zi Linling disappear quickly from her sight, a faint smile curving her lips.
"Child, we will meet again, and that day is not far off."
Then, with a thought, strange fluctuations surged around her.
When she reappeared, she was already by the Bridge of Helplessness.
"Meng Po, I hope you are well!"
At the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, a hunched old woman who was ladling soup trembled. She then raised her head in disbelief.
"You... you are Yuehua?"
"Yes, I am free!"
Yuehua nodded with a smile.
Meng Po was her old friend, a friend with whom she had talked about everything during her twenty years in the underworld.
The ladle in Meng Po's hand dropped into the pot. Immediately, her figure flickered, and she appeared before Yuehua.
At the same time, her appearance underwent a drastic change. She transformed from a decrepit old woman into a beautiful young woman.
Meng Po tightly grasped Yuehua's hand, tears streaming down her face. "Yuehua, it's been a hundred thousand years, are you well?"
Yuehua smiled and nodded, saying, "Well? How could I be? For a hundred thousand years, I have been waiting, repeating those twenty years day and night. How could I be well?"
"Alas, I advised you not to be so persistent back then, but you were blinded by the word 'infatuation.' Was it worth it?" Meng Po wiped the tears from her eyes and said.
Yuehua looked up at the sky and asked, "Meng Po, how is your task progressing?"
Meng Po shook her head and said, "It's not that easy."
Yuehua smiled faintly, "It requires opportune moments; it cannot be accomplished in a single moment."
Meng Po nodded, "Yes, until that person returns, no one can complete such a monumental undertaking."
"Indeed!"
Yuehua nodded and said, "Meng Po, I am here today to ask for your help."
Meng Po's voice became wary, "You have already scattered that person's soul, so do not commit any more killings. I will absolutely not give you Meng Po soup."
It was not Meng Po's fault for being defensive; after all, Yuehua had tricked Meng Po out of a bowl of Meng Po soup back then.
Back then, Yuehua had come to ask for Meng Po soup, saying she was tired and wanted to drink Meng Po soup to forget her past.
Meng Po told her to drink it right there on the Bridge of Helplessness, but Yuehua, taking advantage of Meng Po's inattention, grabbed the soup and fled.
As a result, she brought the Meng Po soup to the mortal world and tricked some infatuated men into drinking it.
Any man who drank the Meng Po soup and forgot his wife who loved him dearly would be deemed heartless and fickle by her, and then she would kill him.
This was the origin of the title "Obsessed Demon."
Yuehua chuckled, "Meng Po, what are you talking about? I just wanted to ask if, in the past hundred thousand years, you have seen the soul of my daughter?"
Meng Po chuckled sheepishly. She had thought Yuehua was going to go on a killing spree again.
"Your daughter? Didn't you seal her with a thousand-year-old ice? How could her soul have come here?"
Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief, a flicker of joy in her eyes.
Although she had sealed her daughter, Yue Wumei, with a thousand-year-old ice, she couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't be discovered by someone over the past hundred thousand years.
Moreover, she had killed so many people back then, many of whom were cultivators. If any cultivators, seeking revenge, had opened the sealed ice, her daughter, who was barely clinging to life, would surely have returned to the underworld.
Meng Po's words at this moment clearly indicated that she had not seen Yue Wumei's soul, which meant Yue Wumei was still in the mortal world.
Although she was a demon, she was also a mother. How could she not be happy to hear that her child was still alive in the mortal world?
Yuehua's eyes welled up with tears, and she murmured, "That's great! That's great! Meng Po, thank you!"
Meng Po was inexplicably thanked by her, but upon careful consideration, she understood Yuehua's meaning.
She shook her head and smiled, "Why thank me? That is Wumei's own fortune. I dare not take credit."
Yuehua smiled and said, "Meng Po, I'm going to find Wumei. Before I leave, could you give me a drop of Meng Po soup? Just one drop!"
When Meng Po soup was mentioned, Meng Po immediately became more vigilant.
"You want Meng Po soup again? What for?"
Yuehua chuckled sheepishly. Who told her to trick Meng Po out of a bowl of soup ten thousand years ago!
Now that the old matter was brought up, even though she had a thick skin, she felt a bit embarrassed to deceive Meng Po.
"It's nothing. I just want to see if my son-in-law is worthy of Wumei entrusting her life to him."
Meng Po was surprised, "You're going to use the same trick again? No, absolutely not! Meng Po soup is a divine artifact of heaven and earth; even gods cannot resist it, let alone humans!"
"No matter who it is, as long as they touch a single drop, they will completely lose their memory. It will be impossible to escape your test, and they will surely become your fallen souls."
"Therefore, I absolutely will not give it to you. Not even a drop."
"Meng Po..."
Yuehua tried to pester her further, but Meng Po sternly interrupted her.
"You don't need to say any more. I was already warned by the Heavenly Dao when you stole a bowl ten thousand years ago."
"Yuehua, we are friends. I don't want to see you fall deeper and deeper."
"Love in the mortal world is all about cause and effect. Whether it's you or even the Heavenly Dao, you cannot interfere. Why are you so infatuated?"
"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back to the shore! Yuehua, let go, let go of the obsession in your heart, alright?"
A trace of demonic energy welled up in Yuehua's eyes, "Turn back to the shore? Meng Po, we are both women. Can you tolerate those men being unfaithful and heartless?"
"Besides, there is no turning back on the Yellow Springs Road. How can there be a way back?"
"I will kill all those faithless men!"
Meng Po shook her head helplessly and advised with bitterness, "Love in the world is like this. It forms when destined and disperses when the destiny ends."
"If you remain obstinate and defy heaven, you will bring disaster upon yourself. At that time, it will not be as simple as being suppressed for a hundred thousand years."
"As a friend, I have said all I can. As for Meng Po soup, I absolutely will not give it to you. Leave!"
Threads of demonic energy emanated from Yuehua, but they were not directed at Meng Po.
She gritted her teeth and said, "If that is the case, take care!"