When the female demon awoke, Zhao Min did not immediately begin her questioning.
Earlier, while scouting the village with her Divine Sense, she had discovered an unexpected problem, one that was different from what she had imagined: she couldn't understand a single word the demons here spoke.
Back on the Desolate Moon Continent, when she fought those demonic cultivators, all of them, from the lowest to the highest ranks, could speak the language of the human race.
Zhao Min came from a family with a deep scholarly heritage, not to mention her tutelage under the Malevolent Spirit Sect. She had long known from ancient texts that there were different languages among cultivators.
However, there was also a common tongue among cultivators. This was a consensus in the cultivation world, established to better facilitate the inheritance of cultivation methods.
After all, humans, demons, devils, and ghosts all came from different planes. After ascending to the Immortal Spirit Realm, communication issues would arise.
Only some extremely secret cultivation manual jade slips would be deliberately inscribed in a clan's own language by certain races, which not only served a protective function but could even achieve certain unique effects.
For example, the chanting of some incantations could not be performed using the common tongue of cultivators; they required unique sounds.
The mortals of the Desolate Moon Continent were the most thoroughly controlled by human cultivators. Therefore, ever since cultivators from the Immortal Spirit Realm discovered the Desolate Moon Continent and gradually established sects there, from ancient and even primordial times, they had deliberately controlled the imperial families of every dynasty to use the common tongue of cultivators.
This had led to the language of mortals on the Desolate Moon Continent being not much different from the cultivators' common tongue. At most, there were some minor regional variations.
'Could it be that the Demon Clan itself does not understand the human language, or rather, does not know the cultivators' common tongue? If that's the case, things have become very troublesome.'
This was Zhao Min's current thought.
She just watched the female demon quietly, not saying a word. If she couldn't understand what the other party said, then she would have no choice but to erase this part of the woman's memory and then quietly send her back.
With Zhao Min's current cultivation, although she could erase a memory, it was still very dangerous.
If something went wrong, the female demon's soul would be severely damaged. She would either die or become an imbecile.
However, Zhao Min was not concerned about this. As much as she disliked killing, she would not harbor any so-called sympathy in order to survive.
What she had to consider now were the broader implications. From this one observation, Zhao Min had to ponder how to survive here in the future.
She didn't know if the cultivators here were all like the demonic cultivators who had invaded the Desolate Moon Continent, who didn't need to be specifically prompted to use the cultivators' common tongue. Otherwise, her and Li Yan's situation would be even more dangerous.
The fact that Zhao Min hadn't thought of killing the other party to eliminate future trouble was already her greatest act of kindness.
After sitting up, the female demon saw that the other party was just looking at her quietly, not saying a word.
After composing herself, she did not immediately shout or try to run away. She was too familiar with the surrounding situation.
Even to run up from the foot of this mountain would take her at least an hour. Even if she could run down the mountain faster, how fast could she be?
The other party had been able to bring her here without a sound. She had basically already guessed the other party's identity, which, contrary to expectation, made her feel calmer.
She quickly spoke a string of esoteric words. But seeing that Zhao Min's beautiful eyes were just staring at her unblinkingly, with no intention of answering her greeting, she couldn't help but think.
'Could I have guessed wrong? But... the other party should be an Immortal Master.'
She then quickly said two more sentences. Zhao Min still had no expression, but the look in her eyes made the female demon feel a sense of fear, because Zhao Min's eyes were slowly dimming.
The female demon was greatly alarmed. She was certain she hadn't been mistaken. After all, she saw an Immortal Master every month and would even exchange a few words with them.
Although she was a mortal, she was still somewhat familiar with the imposing aura that only cultivators possessed, which was radiating from Zhao Min.
Then, the female demon quickly said another sentence and stared nervously at Zhao Min, hoping the other party would speak immediately.
Zhao Min sighed lightly in her heart. She hadn't understood a single word. She furrowed her beautiful brows and her crimson lips parted slightly.
"You don't speak the human language?"
After hearing Zhao Min's words, the enchanting female demon was stunned. She suddenly came to her senses.
'She's not a demon, but a human. But why does she look so similar to my own race?'
She had seen human cultivators and a few mortals before, but rarely had she seen someone with such holy skin and such exquisite features as Zhao Min. This was almost exactly the same as their Demon Clan, making it difficult to tell them apart.
They were all as if finely carved by a knife, giving a sense of full, distinct lines and three-dimensionality.
Yet, they did not lack the soft lines of the side of the face. That high, white, jade-like nose was even more identical to theirs.
As for the different hair color, that was quite common. Their race's hair colors were generally black, silver, blue, and gold, but this was only a distinction between smaller clans.
As for the exquisite patterns on the skin, Immortal Masters possessed immortal arts. Some liked to show them, while others simply hid them. This was all very common.
How could a mortal like her tell the difference?
But she was only stunned for a moment before she immediately had an answer. Because she saw that after the devastatingly beautiful young woman in white asked a question and saw her in a daze, she had already lightly raised a hand.
She knew of the mountain-moving and sea-filling abilities of these Immortal Masters. A shiver ran through her heart.
'Is she going to kill me?'
The moment the thought occurred to her, the female demon immediately came to her senses. Her language changed, and she quickly called out. "Immortal Master, Immortal Master, please be merciful! I wonder what instructions you have for summoning this humble woman?"
Zhao Min's hand stopped. Her face remained as calm as ever, but a flicker of joy appeared in her heart. In the next moment, her crimson lips parted slightly...
More than an hour later, the female demon appeared again in the room of the village from which she had disappeared. But no one knew that she had ever left. At most, people saw her return to her room to sleep for a while.
And when she woke up again, the memory of that hour and a half had completely vanished.
Not long after, when another village appeared in Zhao Min's Divine Sense, she repeated the same trick, only this time she intercepted an elderly male demon.
"Immortal Master, Immortal Master..."
As she flew, Zhao Min muttered to herself. She was now finally certain that this place was the "Forsaken Continent," also commonly known as the "Demon Realm."
The mortals here had very frequent contact with cultivators, so they were not only not strangers to cultivators, but were actually very familiar with them.
This was completely different from the Desolate Moon Continent, where only a very small number of important members of the imperial family knew of the existence of cultivators.
Through the corroborating words of the two demons, Zhao Min obtained more important information.
Unlike the Desolate Moon Continent, where mortals were ruled by a single kingdom, here they were managed by different cultivation sects and families.
Therefore, the contact between mortals and cultivators in the Demon Clan was very frequent, which was why they didn't show particular surprise when they saw Zhao Min.
After turning three years old, all demon mortals here would undergo a "baptism" from their governing sect or cultivation family, which was to say, a "Spirit Root Test."
Those with cultivation qualifications would be taken away by cultivators from a young age, regardless of whether their parents agreed or not. This point was mandatory.
'This should be the reason why the number of demon cultivators far exceeds that of the Desolate Moon Continent.'
Zhao Min thought to herself. The recruitment of disciples by the cultivation sects on the Desolate Moon Continent was basically from the bloodline descendants of cultivation families, or those who had stumbled upon the path to immortality by chance.
They placed more emphasis on the so-called "Immortal Fortune." To put it bluntly, they were cherishing their own worn-out brooms, holding themselves high above others, and regarding mortals as ants.
Not only were there many cultivators on the "Forsaken Continent," but the people were also fierce. The physique of demon mortals was extremely strong. Even without cultivating, their lifespan was generally around one hundred and seventy to eighty years.
Feeling the aura of Li Yan on her back, Zhao Min's thoughts returned to the present. In just over half a day, Li Yan's aura had already dropped to a very dangerous level, and the fluctuations of his Divine Soul were getting weaker and weaker.
Zhao Min took a deep breath. She had gotten the location of a nearby cultivation sect from the two mortal demons, which was where the cultivators who governed these villages were located.
So, next, she could only go and try her luck. A light blue light flickered around her body, and Zhao Min flew in a certain direction.
An hour later, in a grand hall carved with various images of gods and demons, Zhao Min looked coldly at the twenty or so people below. Her voice, completely devoid of any worldly emotion, echoed coldly in the hall.
"Hand over your Storage Pouches!"
At the head of the group below was a very handsome, burly man. At this moment, he was slumped on the ground, his sturdy chest stained with blood. He unwillingly untied the Storage Pouch from his waist and tossed it up.
At the same time, he waved his hand at the remaining people, signaling the four who had Storage Pouches to hand them over quickly. A murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.
After this devastatingly beautiful young woman had suddenly arrived, she had directly broken in through the front gate to the sect's core hall. Without a second word, she had demanded that they hand over all their healing pills and materials.
This had enraged the burly man. Although their sect was only a small one, the other party's cultivation was only the same as his, and she was alone.
What's more, they had three Foundation Establishment elders on their side. So, without a second word, they had started to fight. But the final result had greatly surprised them.
The moment the other party arrived, a large swarm of strange insects appeared, surrounding everyone except him.
The Qi Condensation stage disciples immediately began to scream and fall to the ground. The three elders were also forced into a corner of the hall in just a moment.
The devastatingly beautiful young woman in white had even flown through the air, coming straight for the burly man himself. She hadn't even taken out any magical treasure and had come to kill him with her bare hands.
This had angered the burly man even more. They were all of the Demon Clan. Could it be that the toughness of his body was inferior to that of a female demonic cultivator?
The Demon Clan most advocated the close-quarters fighting style of meeting violence with violence. The burly man immediately put away his magical treasure and fought Zhao Min with his bare hands as well.
He wanted to capture this mysterious young woman as quickly as possible, because on the other side, all the Qi Condensation stage disciples had already fallen, and the three elders were struggling to defend themselves. Roars of anger could be heard continuously, but each of them was in a pathetic state.
Perhaps the other party really just wanted some medicinal pills and hadn't used lethal force. Although the disciples were on the ground wailing, no one had died. This made the burly man's heart settle a little.
'Capture her, force her to hand over the antidote, and then subject her to extreme punishment to find out her origin.'
The burly man thought to himself as the two of them instantly clashed. The moment they fought, the burly man immediately felt that something was wrong. The young woman's seemingly slender body actually contained an incredibly powerful force.
In their exchange, with just one blow, the burly man's figure was sent stumbling back, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
His arms had been slammed by the white-robed young woman, who had also pushed forward with her own arms, and the pain had already pierced to his marrow. It was impossible for him to muster any more strength.
But how could the burly man be willing to admit defeat just like that? A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and Demonic Qi rolled out from his body.
Enduring the severe pain in his arms, he swung his elbows outwards and launched a series of strikes at the pouncing Zhao Min's throat and ears. For a moment, the shadows of his elbows were like a mountain, overlapping one another, like a sudden storm.