Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 882: Chapter 514: Wait, Is This the Full Spirit?

“I don’t want to get into a lengthy discussion, I just want to know where Little White is right now. Give me her position. I don’t know if she left on her own last night or if you lured her out, but I hope to see her unharmed.”

After speaking, Logan quietly looked into the Peach Blossom Demon’s eyes.

The Peach Blossom Demon no longer played hide-and-seek, but met Logan’s gaze head-on.

“Are you implying that I would abduct your Little White? But you don’t know; she came to me on her own.”

The Peach Blossom Demon turned around, and Logan could catch a hint of the scent of peach blossoms from her movement.

“Last night, while I was in the middle of sleeping, Little White came to my true form and said she wanted to know one thing.”

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Logan didn’t speak, silently waiting for the Peach Blossom Demon to continue.

“Can you guess what she wanted to know about—she wanted to find out how her mother actually died.”

Logan’s heart skipped a beat, although he had previously guessed that Little White might have distanced herself from him because of her mother.

But receiving this answer still sent a jolt through his heart.

Without even realizing it, he had come to regard Little White as a friend.

When this day actually came, he realized how laughable his previous thoughts seemed now, perhaps for Little White there was only right and wrong, black and white.

Without any such thing as shades of gray.

Logan forced a smile, showing a grin more unsightly than crying.

He didn’t know what kind of emotions he should display towards the Peach Blossom Demon now.

If Little White truly despised him because of these matters, how could he insist on her returning to his side?

By then, even meeting again would probably become an impossibility.

The Peach Blossom Demon, seeing through Logan’s thoughts, remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

“However, you don’t have to worry so much because, from your standpoint, there was nothing wrong with what you did.”

Logan had thought the Peach Blossom Demon was ready to deeply deflate him.

Hearing her evaluate him that way, he couldn’t help but lift his head in surprise, but at the same time, another doubt arose in his heart.

He was sure that no third demon could have witnessed his actions.

But how could the Peach Blossom Demon know about his past with the Wine Maiden?

With his lips tightly pressed together, Logan remained silent to the Peach Blossom Demon.

“You must be wondering how I would know about what happened between you two. It’s actually quite simple—I never went to the place where you and Wine Maiden fought.”

“But I know about the things that happened to Wine Maiden because we once were close sisters in the Demon Race.”

…

Back then, the internal war within the Demon Race hadn’t broken out yet, and Wine Maiden was still an innocent girl.

She was well-protected by her family and had never seen what the outside world was like.

And the one closest to her was none other than the newly-transformed Peach Blossom Demon.

The Peach Blossom Demon was naive, completely unaware of humans or the Cultivation world.

“You wouldn’t know, but I recently made a special trip to the human world and bought a book of stories. The book tells a tragic love story that I find incredibly fascinating, I’ve read half of it and it’s so interesting.”

The little Peach Blossom Demon looked at Wine Maiden with a puzzled face.

She didn’t know what love was, nor did she understand what was so interesting about the so-called human world.

“What’s so interesting about it, Wine Maiden?”

“The book tells of a little demon from the Demon Race who fell in love with a human hero, but it seems that love between a human and a demon is not accepted by the world, so their love was fated yet doomed.”

The Peach Blossom Demon tilted her head, thought for a moment, then asked.

“But that doesn’t sound like a good ending; why do you find it interesting?”

Wine Maiden smiled.

“Because the story isn’t over yet. Later on, they will meet again, and a more beautiful tale will be passed down.”

The Peach Blossom Demon didn’t understand, shook her head, and simply continued to play with the peach blossoms on the branches.

“Would you want to meet someone like that, Wine Maiden?”

Hopes and dreams filled Wine Maiden’s eyes.

“Of course, if I could meet such a hero, I’d be willing to roam the world with him.”

…

The Peach Blossom Demon’s eyes showed nostalgia for the past as she spoke.

It was as if in that moment, she truly returned to those unforgettable days, when, despite her weak strength, they made an indelible impact.

“But afterwards, things weren’t as simple as we thought. Humans are the most despicable, the lowliest creatures,” she said, her eyes filled with disgust.

…

Over the long years, the Peach Blossom Demon quietly waited for Wine Maiden’s return, waiting until she herself transformed from a tender bud into a radiant bloom. However, Wine Maiden’s figure never appeared in her sight. The hope and disappointment intertwined in her heart like petals in the spring breeze, gently falling yet laden with endless sorrow.

Nonetheless, the Peach Blossom Demon never gave up. She and the Wine Maiden had once made a beautiful promise; as long as there was remembrance in their hearts, they could use the agreed-upon method to convey their feelings to each other. So, whenever the Peach Blossom Demon felt lonely and missed someone on quiet nights, she would gently close her eyes and, using the promised technique, turn her longing into a breeze and send it towards the distant Wine Maiden.

“I wonder how Wine Maiden is doing now. It’s probably been about 300 years since we last met. I wonder if she has found her love.”