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Most Eligible Widow-Bachelor in the Six Realms

Chapter 27 – Pheasant form exposed

Chapter 27

 

Suddenly, a sense of emptiness filled Si Lan’s heart as he looked at the well-assembled prosthetic limb in his hand, as if he had realized something. A faint smile crept across his lips.

 

This little guy still had a conscience; before leaving, he had securely placed the prosthetic limb.

 

However, Si Lan wasn’t sure if the new prosthetic would be suitable for Quze.

 

He used his divine sense to communicate with Quze, saying, “Quze, come to Zhuyun Peak quickly.”

 

Quze didn’t reply, and Si Lan assumed he was busy, so he didn’t think much of it. However, after a while, he tried contacting Quze again and received no response. That’s when he realized something was amiss.

 

How could it be that he had just returned to Zhuyun Peak and couldn’t get in touch with Quze?

 

“Quze, is something wrong with you?”

 

After a moment, Quze’s voice, slightly hoarse, came through his divine sense, “Lord, I’m fine. I’ll be back at Zhuyun Peak shortly.”

 

Si Lan sensed that something was wrong and calmly said, “Okay.”

 

After ending the communication, he immediately flew to find Quze based on the guidance of Feather Spirit.

 

When Quze was young and had lost his arm, he was frequently bullied by other young demons in the Demon Realm. To protect him, Si Lan had left Feather Spirit on Quze. Whenever Quze called for him, he could quickly locate him using Feather Spirit’s guidance.

 

He sensed Quze’s aura within the Songkun Valley and saw a group of demons surrounding Quze, brutally beating him with their fists. They had taken advantage of his broken prosthetic arm and injuries to torment him.

 

Quze remained silent, cradling Xie Li beneath him with his one remaining arm, allowing them to pummel him.

 

On the ground nearby, Quze’s torn shirt and the upper part of his prosthetic arm were strewn about, stained with blood.

 

Xie Li, seemingly in shock, had gone pale. He had forgotten to cry and curled up in Quze’s embrace, trembling with each punch that landed.

 

When Si Lan witnessed this scene, a surge of anger welled up in his heart. He drew his Mysterious Heart Whip and lashed out at the group of demons, sending them sprawling and severely injured.

 

“Go… run…”

 

When the demons saw Si Lan’s appearance, they immediately turned to flee. Unfortunately, they were no match for Si Lan’s whip, which was faster. The long whip pierced through their shoulders like skewers, stringing them together and presenting them before Si Lan.

 

Si Lan was furious but chuckled sarcastically, squinting at them, “Don’t you know that Quze and Xie Li are under my protection?”

 

“We… We are also under Lord of the Deer’s command…”

 

“Lord of the Deer,” Si Lan’s lips curled in a deeper smile, “then tell him, whatever issues he has with me, don’t involve my two disciples.”

 

Lord of the Deer was the peak master of the Shuhe Peak, one of the twelve peaks. When Si Lan’s father, Sī Shaojun, defeated Lord Chu’s Mountain, he replaced five peak masters among the twelve, but seven remained unchanged, and Lord of the Deer was one of them. He had been Lord Chu’s Mountain’s trusted aide.

 

During Sī Shàojūn’s reign, Lord of the Deer still acknowledged his authority, but after Si Lan took over, Lord of the Deer repeatedly expressed his dissatisfaction with Si Lan’s rule, desiring to make Shuhe Peak independent from Si Lan’s control.

 

Si Lan, considering Lord of the Deer’s high prestige within Shuhe Peak, had turned a blind eye to his provocations, not wanting to escalate the situation. However, he hadn’t expected Lord of the Deer to dare to bully his disciples.

 

Did he truly believe Si Lan’s leniency made him easy to push around?

 

Si Lan abruptly retracted his whip, and the barbs on the whip instantly rose as he pulled it back through the group of demons, causing them to scream in pain, clutching their bleeding wounds in panic and fleeing in all directions.

 

“You… You, you arrogant little chicken pretending to be a phoenix! Don’t think you can go unchallenged for long. Lord of the Deer will expose your secrets soon!” one demon, thinking they had run far enough to be safe, shouted at Si Lan.

 

Si Lan responded with an “Oh,” and in the next moment, the demon’s arm was ripped off, blood gushing. The demon was terrified, clutching the wound and shrieking as they fled.

 

Si Lan redirected his gaze and, looking down, saw Quze struggling to get up from the ground with one arm.

 

Si Lan asked, “Why didn’t you send a message for me to come to your rescue?”

 

“I…,” Quze lowered his head, his eyes filled with concern. He changed the subject, saying, “One of the demons mentioned that Lord of the Deer has obtained evidence…”

 

Quze had originally planned to endure today’s harassment and approach Lord of the Deer alone tomorrow, hoping to make Lord of the Deer give up exposing Si Lan by any means necessary.

 

“Just because of that, you didn’t tell me?” Si Lan’s brow furrowed deeply, and he retrieved some ointment from his pouch, tossing it to Quze, transferring some inner energy to help with the healing.

 

Quze clenched the ointment, but didn’t speak.

 

Seeing this, Xie Li gently tugged on Si Lan’s robe. “My Lord, don’t blame Senior Brother. He was doing it for your own good.”

 

Xie Li had been scared into tears earlier, and Quze had warned him not to cry, or else Si Lan might hear.

 

Quze didn’t want Si Lan to worry about them, and he especially didn’t want Si Lan to know about Lord of the Deer’s threat.

 

“Quze, if you didn’t want to tell me, were you planning to handle it on your own?” Si Lan squinted, his expression turning colder. “But how were you planning to solve it? Let me guess, were you thinking of sacrificing yourself alongside Lord of the Deer?”

 

Quze hadn’t expected Si Lan to figure out his thoughts. He instinctively tightened his fingers, his face turning pale, nervously looking at Si Lan.

 

Si Lan’s precise perception caught this movement, and in the next moment, he slapped Quze.

 

This was the first time Quze had been physically struck in his entire life. The blow was powerful, making Quze’s face twist to the side, and it took a while for him to slowly straighten his head.

 

His lips were skewed.

 

“After this, if you dare to take matters into your own hands for me again, you can have the position of Demon Sovereign.”

 

“My Lord, that’s not what I meant…” Quze wanted to explain, but Si Lan didn’t want to listen to him. He lifted Xie Li’s collar and used magic to leave the valley.

 

Quze quickly chanted a spell and followed behind Si Lan, but he didn’t dare get too close, knowing Si Lan was still angry with him.

 

Back at Zhuyun Peak, Quze saw a new iron prosthetic arm laid on the stone table, and his eyes reddened instantly.

 

He picked up the prosthetic arm and bit his lower lip tightly.

 

“My Lord…”

 

Even if his lord didn’t allow it, he still wanted to fight for his lord.

 

“Quze.” Suddenly, a low, oppressive voice emanated from the hall. “If you haven’t given up on foolish actions, don’t blame me for banishing you from Zhuyun Peak.”

 

After a pause, Si Lan added, “Even after death, don’t expect to be buried on Zhuyun Peak.”

 

Being unable to be buried on Zhuyun Peak after death was a devastating blow to Quze.

 

As expected, he calmed down after hearing this and went to rest. However, he couldn’t sleep that night; he kept thinking about what the demons had said.

 

Although Si Lan hadn’t revealed his true form or said anything about it, Quze had once accidentally seen a demon resembling a wild chicken bathing in the hot springs of the Seven Strings Cavern.

 

After a single glance, he immediately turned away, vaguely understanding something. However, for so many years, he had avoided delving deeper into the matter.

 

It wasn’t until early morning that Quze, still holding the prosthetic arm, fell into a fitful sleep.

 

While he slept, Si Lan quietly entered his room and saw Quze holding the prosthetic arm in his sleep, his grip tight and his face hidden beneath the blanket.

 

Si Lan hadn’t expected that he had struck Quze so hard in anger. Regretfully, he found some ointment and applied it to the bruises on Quze’s cheek.

 

Had he given the young one a psychological scar by being so angry and hitting him? After all, he was just a child of a little over two hundred years.

 

Si Lan didn’t know whether Lord of the Deer was bluffing or had truly discovered his secret identity as a wild chicken. He tried to contact Lord of the Deer through long-distance voice transmission but found that he couldn’t reach him.

 

He had to resort to contacting the guardian of Shuhe Peak and learned that Lord of the Deer had left Shuhe Peak yesterday, likely to search for someone.

 

Si Lan’s brow furrowed deeply. After pondering for a while, he realized that the reason Lord of the Deer had suspected him was probably due to the accidental reveal of his wings during their encounter at Xuanling Gate.

 

Could it be that Lord of the Deer has been having people track me all along?

 

I’ve been careless.

 

But even if Lord of the Deer has his suspicions, as long as I don’t reveal my true form, he won’t have direct evidence of my identity.

 

Furthermore, even if Lord of the Deer were to expose my true form, he can’t remove me from the position of Demon Sovereign. Currently, five of the twelve peak masters are loyal to my father, and three are loyal to me.

 

These eight people will stand by my side no matter what.

 

However, if my true form is revealed, it’s like getting caught with a fake degree; it will make me lose face, and I’ll undoubtedly face ridicule from other demons. I can imagine that when they mention me in the future, the first thing that will come to their minds won’t be the fact that I’m a ruthless demon lord but that I’m the chicken-loving Demon Sovereign.

 

Sigh.

 

Lord of the Deer arrived at Zhuyun Peak three days later, claiming that he wanted justice for his subordinates. He also brought three peak masters along to support his cause. These three peak masters were all loyal to my father and had long held grudges against me.

 

As I looked at the imposing group heading up the mountain, I couldn’t help but think of it as a “palace coup” in the human world.

 

In reality, this “palace” isn’t worth overthrowing. After all, on my side, there’s only one disciple with a missing arm and a six-year-old disciple sneaking sweets.

 

Lord of the Deer, upon seeing me, didn’t show any respect. He appeared arrogant and was followed by his subordinates who carried weapons and held their heads high, not bothering to bow or show respect, staring coldly at me.

 

“My Lord, may I inquire as to what my subordinates have done? Are you planning to grievously wound them?” Lord of the Deer spoke, reaching out to bring forward the demons who had bullied Quze the last time.

 

Perhaps it was the fear of being beaten again, but the demons faced my gaze and involuntarily stepped back, only to be pushed forward by Lord of the Deer.

 

“What have they done without telling you?” I smiled and retorted, “Without clarifying, you sent troops to Zhuyun Peak. Are you planning to rebel?”

 

“Rebellion? I dare not, but I ask my Lord to give me an explanation.” Lord of the Deer deliberately spoke slowly, sizing up my expression, thinking he would see me trembling in fear. However, he saw me remain calm and composed.

 

Lord of the Deer ground his teeth and continued, “My Lord, my subordinates have always been blunt in their speech, without regard for etiquette. They spoke without thinking and said that your true form is nothing more than a wild chicken. Did you really have to deal with them so harshly?”

 

“Pah, who said that my Lord’s true form is that filthy thing, a wild chicken? Show yourself; I’ll beat you to death!” Xue Wù, clearly upset, rolled up his sleeves and waved his polearm around the whole area.

 

My brow twitched, hoping that Xue Wù could say a little less to save me some face.

 

I cast a Silencing Spell, and Xue Wù suddenly couldn’t open his mouth, only making muffled sounds, “Uh, uh… My Lord, I…”

 

“Lord of the Deer, I have never used my authority to oppress others, but that doesn’t mean everyone can be disrespectful towards me.” I gently moved my foot, and a rush of energy spread like a gust of wind, intimidating Lord of the Deer.

 

Lord of the Deer’s expression stiffened as he gritted his teeth, his neck taut, and said, “Is it a matter of disrespect or did it touch a nerve, my Lord? If I remember correctly, none of us present have ever seen your true form.”

 

“Shame… we are your subordinates, indeed, unworthy of seeing your true form. However, it is well known that when the Divine Phoenix Sī Shàoxún was born, the true phoenix descended, and all eight phoenixes came to pay their respects. Upon seeing Sī Shàoxún, the phoenixes couldn’t help but dance with him, raising their necks and singing in unison. It is this legend that gave rise to the phrase ‘the phoenixes singing in harmony and dancing gracefully.'”

 

After Lord of the Deer finished speaking, his subordinates promptly split into two groups.

 

Eight exquisite women walked forward, donned in red and gold headdresses adorned with tassels, their robes flowing gracefully, their sleeves swaying in the wind, exuding an otherworldly aura.

 

These were the eight phoenixes that Lord of the Deer had borrowed from Cāngshān Mountains a few days ago.

 

With the bloodline connection among phoenixes, the Divine Phoenix clan naturally yielded to the Divine Phoenix. If I were indeed the Divine Phoenix’s true form, upon seeing me, these eight phoenix women would lose control and begin to dance in my presence.

 

Upon seeing the eight women, my expression slightly froze

 

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I thought that as long as I kept my true form hidden, everything would be fine. But I didn’t expect Lord of the Deer to target the Divine Phoenix clan from Cāngshān Mountains.

 

Years ago, after the falling out between Cāngshān Mountains and my father, the Divine Phoenix clan had never set foot in the demon realm. That’s why, for all these years, I hadn’t encountered a Divine Phoenix, and I hadn’t even considered their involvement.

 

 

Ninth Heaven, Yuqing Palace.

 

After dealing with various immortals, Haowei rubbed his temples in exhaustion.

 

On the table, the phoenix feather white jade soup that Lady Quyu had sent earlier emitted a faint fragrance through the pot.

 

Haowei lowered his head, lifted the lid of the pot, and looked at the whitened phoenix feathers inside. His brow furrowed, and he couldn’t help but think of Si Lan.

 

If the Demon Lord were to see his fellow kind’s wings being made into soup, would he be enraged?

 

Thinking of this, Haowei’s lips curled slightly. He called a servant and ordered them to dispose of the soup. He also instructed that Yuqing Palace should not send anything else to Lady Quyu in the future.

 

After this brief episode, he continued with a stern expression to review memorials. During his absence from the Heavenly Court, a mountain of memorials had accumulated before him.

 

After a while, there was a sudden noise outside, resembling the call of cranes and the crowing of roosters.

 

He couldn’t help but put down the brush and look at the words on the memorials, which now seemed to twist into chicken shapes before his eyes.

 

With a thud, he put down the brush and furrowed his brow even deeper.

 

At this moment, a celestial general rushed in hurriedly and bowed to him. “Your Majesty, I have important news…”

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“Mount Dayong has collapsed, and the demon trapped under the mountain has escaped.”

 

The creature under Mount Dayong was a demon sealed there many years ago by Haowei’s father Taowei. This demon seemed to have some lingering obsession and could only be released from torment through a certain incantation, causing sleepless nights and ultimately driving its victims to exhaustion.

 

“Mount Dayong?” Haowei narrowed his eyes, reached out and pointed to the air, and a map unfolded before his eyes. Haowei found Mount Dayong on the map. “Is Mount Dayong close to the demon realm?”

 

“Uh… yes,” the celestial general nodded as he looked at the map.

 

“In that case, this demon is very likely to have gone to the demon realm. I will go to the demon realm to investigate.”

 

“Your Majesty, this…”

 

Before the celestial general could finish speaking, Haowei’s figure disappeared in an instant.

 

The celestial general looked at the map still hanging in the air and clicked his tongue. From the map, Mount Dayong indeed appeared to be quite close to the demon realm, but in reality, the distance between the two was tens of thousands of miles.

 

How did Your Majesty determine that the demon under Mount Dayong would go to the demon realm?

 

 

The Divine Phoenix guides the Divine Phoenixes, and the Divine Phoenixes beguile the birds. Therefore, when these eight Divine Phoenix women appeared, the birds near Zhuyun Peak flapped their wings and took flight, approaching the Divine Phoenixes. However, they were all blocked by the invisible barrier around the mountain.

 

The eight Divine Phoenix women walked gracefully toward Si Lan and stood before him.

 

Seeing this, everyone on Zhuyun Peak held their breath and fixed their gazes on Si Lan and the eight Divine Phoenix women.

 

But as time passed, the eight Divine Phoenix women didn’t start their dance, and there was no sign of them being drawn to Si Lan.

 

Si Lan clearly felt the atmosphere of his supporters behind him diminishing, while Lord of the Deer’s group regained their confidence, as if they had won the battle and were about to celebrate.

 

“Divine Phoenixes, please tell everyone: Is my Lord’s true form a real phoenix?”

 

The leading Divine Phoenix was about to speak but suddenly saw something protruding from Si Lan’s collar. A small white dragon head gradually emerged.

 

The little white dragon slowly opened its eyes, revealing golden irises that were indifferent and regal. In an instant, a wave of pressure surged straight toward the eight Divine Phoenix women, compelling their bodies to kneel involuntarily.

 

This pressure was like a drawn sword hanging above their heads. After they knelt down, they didn’t dare to lift their heads, holding their hands respectfully before their foreheads, showing absolute submission.

 

On Zhuyun Peak, everyone was stunned.

 

It wasn’t just the others; even Si Lan himself was taken aback by the scene before him.

 

What happened to them?

 

While the Divine Phoenix could lead the Divine Phoenixes in a dance, why would they kneel down?

 

“It must be because my Lord is too magnificent and dominant, making the Divine Phoenixes willingly submit, even to the point of not wanting to dance anymore,” Xie Li finally finished his candy, freeing his mouth to mutter.

 

Si Lan’s supporters immediately breathed a sigh of relief, their confidence soaring, and they began to speak to defuse the situation.

 

“It’s possible that regular Divine Phoenixes can lead the Phoenixes in a dance, but a Divine Phoenix like our Lord might only make the Phoenixes kneel and submit.”

 

“Perhaps, our Lord is exceptional. It is said that when he was born, though there were no Eight Phoenixes coming to celebrate, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the clouds roared, astonishing the Six Realms.”

 

Si Lan heard this and inwardly clenched his fingers.

 

The “mountains and rivers trembling, clouds roaring” was a rumor his mother had created for him in the Six Realms. In other words, his mother had prepared a catchy story for him in the Six Realms.

 

Lord of the Deer’s face became increasingly awkward as he asked again, “Divine Phoenix, could you please take another look…?”

 

The leading Divine Phoenix was still not lifting her head. Her voice trembled, “Yes, it’s true…”

 

“Lord of the Deer, don’t push too far,” Quze stepped forward, clutching his sword’s hilt in a threatening manner.

 

Lord of the Deer wanted to say something more, but the other three peak masters beside him quickly restrained him.

 

“My Lord, this matter was indeed Lord of the Deer’s impulsive act. I hope you, my Lord, can be magnanimous and not hold him accountable.”

 

“You caused a commotion here and now you’re asking my Lord to be magnanimous and not hold you accountable. Do you think my Lord is easy to bully?”

 

“Our Lord is just too kind. Every time, he doesn’t want to bother with these insignificant people, so they end up walking all over him.”

 

“Yeah, this time they actually said something as absurd as our Lord’s true form being a wild chicken! Who knows what they’ll say next?!”

 

Hearing the words of those standing up for him behind, Si Lan felt both relieved and somewhat guilty. He quickly bent down to help the eight Divine Phoenix women stand up. “Please, get up…”

 

“We… can’t get up,” the lead Divine Phoenix lowered her head and said slowly.

 

Si Lan was speechless. Just when he didn’t know how to handle the situation, the eight Divine Phoenix women suddenly regained their mobility. They quickly straightened their backs and didn’t dare to look up, maintaining the position with their fingers together on their foreheads as they slowly backed away.

 

Then, the eight of them transformed back into their original phoenix forms and soared into the sky, attracting a flock of birds to follow them.

 

Lord of the Deer’s face looked even worse. He began to suspect that Si Lan had cast some spell to force the Divine Phoenix women to kneel.

 

But he soon dismissed the idea. Even if Si Lan had somehow controlled the Divine Phoenix women, they could easily expose his true identity. However, judging from their expressions, they seemed genuinely afraid of Si Lan.

 

Could it be that Si Lan was really a Divine Phoenix?

 

If that were the case, why had he concealed it for so many years?

 

One of the peak masters behind Lord of the Deer nudged him, hinting for him to apologize quickly.

 

With an unenthusiastic expression, Lord of the Deer finally knelt down and said, “Your Majesty, I overstepped my bounds, please punish me.”

 

This was the first time Si Lan had seen Lord of the Deer lose face. Normally, Lord of the Deer was arrogant and didn’t care about anyone.

 

“Your Majesty, how should we deal with Lord of the Deer?” Quze asked.

 

Si Lan remained silent, looking at Lord of the Deer. Lord of the Deer gritted his teeth and lowered his head a little.

 

“In that case, Lord of the Deer will receive 800 lashes and will be tasked with guarding the territory of the Wolf Demon,” Si Lan declared.

 

The people behind Lord of the Deer immediately expressed their dissatisfaction.

 

“Your Majesty, you’re too kind.”

 

“In my opinion, Lord of the Deer’s position as the peak master should be revoked!”

 

“He showed such disrespect to Your Majesty; he doesn’t deserve to be the peak master of the Distant Peak!”

 

Listening to their complaints, Haowei, who was hidden in Si Lan’s arms, let out a faint snort.

 

Si Lan kind-hearted? Most likely, his heart was as dark as coal. The Lord of the Deer’s true form was a deer, and his natural enemy was the Wolf Demon. By punishing him to guard the Wolf Demon’s territory, wasn’t Si Lan practically leading him to his doom?

 

Si Lan raised his hand lightly, and the murmurs behind him ceased. He wanted to remove Lord of the Deer from his position as peak master as well, but if he did that, Lord of the Deer would undoubtedly lead the other three peak masters in rebellion, and the demon realm would once again fall into chaos.

 

Over the years, under his rule, the demon realm had gradually transformed. The monsters and demons had started to cultivate themselves, shedding their bloodthirsty natures. His introduction of compulsory education for nine hundred years had redirected their focus away from violence and battles. They now carried bags and attended classes in the Demon Hall, learning about the wonders of the Six Realms and the mysteries of elemental magic. As a result, the demon realm had enjoyed centuries of peace, a feat no previous Demon Lord had achieved. Even Si Lan, who was mighty, had to manage frequent outbreaks of violence and conflict in his realm.

 

The Lord of the Deer’s ears caught the disapproval of those behind him. He bit his lip and, after receiving the punishment, quickly led his followers to leave.

 

This group had arrived with arrogance but left like a defeated army.

 

Si Lan sighed inwardly. He had planned to reveal the truth about his true form openly, but it seemed fate had other ideas. 

 

He turned to the others. “You can leave as well.”

 

“Your Majesty…”

 

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m fine,” Si Lan smiled at his followers. His smile was as beautiful as a crescent moon, standing on the mountaintop, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, a picture of grace and elegance.

 

Seeing his smile, his followers swallowed their complaints and left.

 

“Why didn’t Peak Masters Song and Song accompany you?” Si Lan asked Quze.

 

These two were not only peak masters but also the guardians of the demon realm. When Si Lan was in seclusion or traveling, they were responsible for managing the affairs of the demon realm.

 

Quze explained, “Since the last time, when Peak Master Song discovered that Peak Master Song 1lmao, yea there are two of themhad been pretending to be paralyzed for a hundred years, Peak Master Song has been chasing after Peak Master Song.”

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but sigh and mentally light a candle for Peak Master Song. 

 

In a sense, Lord of Chu Mountain had done something praiseworthy: he had provided Si Lan with two capable assistants in the form of Peak Masters Song and Song. Si Lan had found them when he was breaking into Lord of Chu Mountain’s lair. However, instead of using them as pawns, he had respected their choice to accompany him and serve loyally.

 

But he hadn’t expected that during their visit to Qiangjue Mountain to consult an oracle, Song had suddenly gotten out of the wheelchair, revealing that his legs had long been healed. Peak Master Song had been pursuing Peak Master Song ever since, presumably unable to bear the hundred-year deception.

 

Si Lan made a mental note to talk to them later.

 

At this moment, his clothes shifted as if something was trying to crawl out.

 

When the Divine Phoenix had approached him earlier, he had felt something moving inside his robes. But since the little white dragon had left, he sometimes felt as if there were something alive in his clothes.

 

But now, this unexpected sensation was undeniably real.

 

He lowered his head, and his gaze met the newly revealed eyes of the little white dragon.

 

Golden eyes, shining with starlight, were vividly reflecting his face. His eyes showed a growing surprise as he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss the little white dragon’s forehead.

 

It wasn’t an illusion; the little white dragon had really come to find him.

 

“…” Haowei.

 

Haowei’s body suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilated, and he felt the warmth of the other’s lips on his forehead, like an electric current that sent shivers through his body. His scales slowly changed color, emitting a faint crimson halo.

 

After the kiss, Si Lan noticed the change in the little white dragon’s scales and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Hmm… your scales have changed color again.”

 

He held Haowei in his hand and carefully examined him, half-serious and half-teasing, “Could it be an allergy to my saliva?”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

In Si Lan’s mind, the little white dragon was still just a pet, and even in his human form, he was about the size of Xie Li. Therefore, Si Lan didn’t think the little white dragon could be embarrassed.

 

Furthermore, he had never heard of any species whose scales turned red due to shyness.

 

“In that case, it seems I shouldn’t kiss you so casually in the future.”

 

Si Lan smiled, his lips curved like a gentle breeze, bringing a sense of refreshment.

 

Haowei’s emotions became complex for a moment. He should have been irritated by Si Lan’s impolite behavior, but when he heard Si Lan say that they shouldn’t kiss casually in the future, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

 

“Why did you come to me so quickly? Do you miss me?” Si Lan inquired.

 

Hearing this, Haowei immediately jumped out of Si Lan’s arms and retorted coldly, “I didn’t miss you.”

 

He had come to investigate the situation in Daming, but as soon as he arrived in the Demon Realm, he witnessed the scene where the Lord of the Deer and the others defied the authority of Si Lan.

 

Si Lan, as the Demon Lord, seemed to be sitting on a rather unstable throne.

 

Si Lan was puzzled, “When did you arrive?”

 

“Just now.”

 

Si Lan was at a loss for words. He had heard that in the Heavenly Realm, when the heavenly beings and various creatures saw a true dragon, they would be suppressed by its aura and unable to move. So, when the Divine Phoenix women had suddenly knelt in fear, was it because they saw the little white dragon?

 

It seemed like this little accident had inadvertently solved his problems.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but comment, “Little guy, it seems like you have a talent for attracting husbands.”

 

Haowei, “…”


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Chapter 26 – Immortal Dream Come True

Chapter 26

 

As they watched Jiuying gradually dissipate, silence fell over the group. Only Xie Li felt curious and jumped up, trying to grab the starlight, but he ended up falling flat on his face.

 

“Your Highness, did that big snake die?” Xie Li asked casually.

 

“Yes,” replied Si Lan.

 

“Wasn’t he the monster that split the mountain in two earlier?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well, he must have been a pitiful creature, with just a single head floating around…” Xie Li continued, gesturing with his hands.

 

Seeing this, Quze pulled Xie Li behind him, preventing him from bothering Si Lan any further.

 

Si Lan looked a bit exhausted at the moment. He was about to lead a group of children out of the cave when he remembered someone and quickly woke up the Snake Mother who had been choked behind the statue.

 

The Snake Mother had taken human form and was lying on the ground. When she woke up, she looked around cautiously, not seeing the nine-headed snake’s figure. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Is he dead?”

 

Si Lan nodded.

 

The Snake Mother sighed in relief, and her gaze became steady as she looked at Si Lan. Then, she tried to stand up but her body gave way, and she fell into Si Lan’s arms.

 

Si Lan hurriedly supported her and said, “Be careful.”

 

“I… I can’t walk.”

 

She hadn’t eaten since being imprisoned, and her cultivation had been sealed, leaving her with less energy than an ordinary woman.

 

Si Lan originally intended to have Quze carry the Snake Mother, but he noticed that one of Quze’s iron arms had broken. So, he ended up carrying the Snake Mother himself.

 

The Snake Mother lowered her head slightly, her cheeks blushing.

 

Click.

 

Si Lan suddenly heard a sound and turned to see that Hao Wei’s small hand was pinching the rock wall. When he pulled his hand back, the part he had pinched crumbled and fell.

 

Hao Wei clapped his hands lightly and said, “The rock wall is a bit soft.”

 

Si Lan was speechless.

 

As they walked out of the cave, disciples from the Xuan Ling Sect and the Charm Snake Clan immediately approached. Although they didn’t know what had happened, they had heard the desperate and agonized cries of Jiuying in the forest, so they guessed that Jiuying had died.

 

“Lord Si, is that monster dead?” Xu Yi asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“That’s great!” Xu Yi and the other disciples cheered. “Our master and mistress can finally rest in peace. The only regret is that we didn’t get to see the monster die a miserable death!”

 

“But, even though his head is dead, there are still eight of his heads sealed under Xuan Ling Mountain. So in the future, you will have to continue guarding this place to ensure the safety of this realm,” Si Lan said to encourage them.

 

In reality, Jiuying’s eight remaining heads couldn’t gather his soul anymore. Even if the seal were broken, they would rot instantly.

 

He said this to motivate the Xuan Ling Sect disciples. Although Lou Yu was gone, the Xuan Ling Sect still had a role to play in this world.

 

After discussing with his junior disciples, Xu Yi began cleaning up Xuan Ling Mountain, determined to rejuvenate the Xuan Ling Sect.

 

On the side of the Charm Snake Clan, the Two-Headed Charm Snake saw Si Lan hugging the Snake Mother and led a group of young Charm Snakes over to take the Snake Mother. They quickly expressed their thanks and then gathered around her to help her heal.

 

Si Lan observed the situation around Xuan Ling Mountain and found the center of the Eight Trigram Array. He reached out and, in an instant, a huge Extreme Sound Eight Trigram Array appeared on the ground.

 

The array had eight directions and a central point.

 

The central point of the array was missing a piece, which had caused Jiuying’s head to wake up.

 

Si Lan gently touched the central point of the Eight Trigram Array and repaired the missing piece.

 

Although Jiuying would no longer cause chaos in the world, the Eight Trigram Array contained countless illusory phases. If someone accidentally fell into it, they would likely be trapped inside and die.

 

After completing these tasks, the Two-Headed Charm Snake inexplicably walked over and respectfully said, “Lord Si, our Snake Mother wants to speak with you.”

 

Si Lan raised his eyebrows in surprise and turned to look at the Charm Snake Clan. He saw a group of young Charm Snakes surrounding the Snake Mother. The Snake Mother was gently touching their heads one by one, smiling at them.

 

What did the Snake Mother want to say to him?

 

Perhaps sensing Si Lan’s gaze, the Snake Mother raised her head slightly, and her eyes met Si Lan’s with a gentle and affectionate look. She then quickly lowered her head.

 

Si Lan hesitated and said, “Alright.”

 

By a babbling brook, Si Lan and the Snake Mother walked side by side without a clear destination.

 

The Snake Mother had a graceful and elegant figure, with a slow and steady pace. It seemed that her injuries had not fully healed, and she occasionally coughed softly, appearing more fragile and pitiable.

 

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Si Lan took the initiative to speak, “Are your injuries getting better?”

 

“Somewhat,” the Snake Mother replied, lowering her head even more. “Thank you for saving me.”

 

“It’s nothing. You don’t need to thank me for that.”

 

“But I really don’t know how to repay you. Yet, I also want to repay you in my heart…” Suddenly, the Snake Mother turned around, raised her eyes, and gazed steadily at Si Lan.

 

Most likely due to the nature of snake women, the Snake Mother’s crimson eyes inexplicably captivated one’s heart and soul, with a hint of hidden charm. Her eyes reflected a few strands of hair swaying in the wind, making her enchanting.

 

Seeing the sincere look in her eyes, Si Lan spoke honestly, “Actually, I have killed three wives on my wedding day, and I have carried a bad reputation with me. No woman is willing to marry me.”

 

Upon hearing this, the Snake Mother lowered her head, her hands entwined in front of her.

 

“So, I probably won’t get married in this lifetime, and I won’t have children. This is the biggest regret in my heart. If you really want to repay me…”

 

“I’m willing,” the Snake Mother softly interrupted Si Lan.

 

“Alright… then call me ‘Father’ to make up for the regret of not being a father.”

 

“…” The Snake Mother.

 

 

In no time, Hao Wei and the others saw the Snake Mother returning, grumbling and completely different from the frail and pitiful appearance she had earlier.

 

Seemingly filled with anger, the Snake Mother beckoned and led the Charm Snake Clan away.

 

Si Lan followed from behind, picking two wild fruits along the way. He saw the Charm Snake Clan leaving in a hurry, and on his face, there was a trace of helplessness and confusion. But out of kindness, he reminded the Snake Mother, “Please don’t get angry easily because you still have restrictions in your body.”

 

The Snake Queen’s body staggered for a moment, but she didn’t say a word, only quickening her pace.

 

At this moment, a lone little Enchanting Snake transformed into a human form, specifically waiting for Si Lan to return. After waving farewell to Si Lan, the little Enchanting Snake set off to catch up with the Enchanting Snake clan.

 

It was Yu Shi.

 

The little Enchanting Snake whose two fangs had been removed by Si Lan.

 

Si Lan hadn’t seen Yu Shi before and had thought that Yu Shi had died in that massacre. His lips twitched, and he gave Yu Shi a faint smile.

 

“Your Majesty, what happened between you and the Snake Queen?” Xie Li curiously tugged at Si Lan’s robe and asked with gossip in his eyes.

 

Si Lan sighed and recounted his conversation with the Snake Queen. After finishing, he added, “She’s four hundred years old, and I’m over a thousand. She could be my daughter, right?”

 

Except for Xie Li, who didn’t understand, Hao Wei and Quze, upon hearing this, had slightly twitching faces.

 

It’s unclear whether this Demon Lord genuinely didn’t understand or was pretending not to.

 

“Oh, Your Majesty, I understand now. Maybe she wants to be your granddaughter.” Xie Li plucked a wild fruit from Si Lan’s hand, took a bite, and mumbled.

 

Si Lan nodded in agreement, “I think so too.”

 

Hao Wei and Quze…

 

Si Lan remembered that Hao Wei hadn’t eaten in a while and couldn’t let the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm go hungry, so he handed another wild fruit to Hao Wei. “Here, it’s fresh.”

 

Hao Wei took the wild fruit, his eyes twitching slightly.

 

Did this Demon Lord remember to pick some fruits for himself while chatting with the Snake Queen?

 

This Demon Lord had a bit of a conscience, but not much.

 

Before leaving Xuan Ling Mountain, Si Lan made another trip to Lou Yu’s grave.

 

Lou Yu, apart from practicing the sword, didn’t have many hobbies. Si Lan didn’t know what to bring to Lou Yu, so he brought a jar of wine.

 

He had many things he wanted to say in his heart, but when he actually opened his mouth, he found that he couldn’t say a word. In the end, he could only say helplessly, “Idiot.”

 

Perhaps this idiot didn’t think of himself as foolish but believed he was happy.

 

Si Lan took out the small stone that Jiuying had given him, used a spell, and looked at the dream world where Lou Yu and Zhong Mu were.

 

 

In the dream world’s Demon Valley, it appeared as it had before the great fire. The enormous Soaring Dragon Tree stood intact, its brown branches and leaves densely covering the sky.

 

Beneath the tree, Lou Yu was dressed in a red wedding gown, his figure tall and straight, standing there without moving.

 

Zhong Mu, as if waking from a nightmare, hurriedly rushed outside after putting on a long robe. As if guided by something, he stumbled his way to the Soaring Dragon Tree and saw a tall figure standing beneath it.

 

Leaves gently fell with the wind, Lou Yu turned around, his eyes gentle, and a slow smile appeared.

 

Zhong Mu’s heart suddenly moved, and he instinctively moved forward to hug Lou Yu.

 

But this time, in Zhong Mu’s dream, the figure he hugged didn’t dissipate. The two of them clung tightly together, as if transcending life and death, transcending worldly constraints, with nothing to hinder them.

 

Zhong Mu didn’t see the moment when Lou Yu, while embracing him, lowered his long lashes and shed tears.

 

In this dream, Zhong Mu and Lou Yu would have a smooth wedding and spend their remaining days in Demon Valley, free from obstacles.

 

Si Lan didn’t look any further and withdrew his consciousness from the illusion.

 

The dream was perfect, and he had never seen Lou Yu smile so gently before. Love truly intoxicated people.

 

The jar of wine was not yet finished; Si Lan emptied it in front of Lou Yu’s tombstone.

 

“I don’t know when I’ll have the time to visit you next. If you miss me, send me dreams.”

 

In the distance, three little kids were still waiting for Si Lan.

 

Hao Wei and Quze continued to wear frowns that made them look like someone owed them money, despite their young age.

 

And little Xie Li was on the side, counting his candies with intense focus.

 

When Si Lan approached them, he purposely made heavy footsteps. Xie Li heard the sound and quickly hid his candies in his pocket, then turned to Si Lan with a silly smile. “Your Majesty, you’re back.”

 

“Mm.” Si Lan patted Xie Li’s little head, thinking that Xie Li had been through quite a lot these days, so he would let him secretly eat a few candies.

 

“Your Majesty, are you going back to the Demon Realm?”

 

“Mm.”

 

As soon as Si Lan finished speaking, Quze used the remaining strength in his left hand to perform a Cloud-Walking Technique and summoned a cloud.

 

Si Lan remembered that Quze was injured, but throughout the journey, Quze never said a word about the pain, let alone mention the severed right arm.

 

This child was always unwilling to trouble Si Lan. If Si Lan didn’t ask, he wouldn’t speak.

 

Calm and mature to the point of being somewhat self-punishing.

 

Si Lan suddenly looked at him with compassion. “Quze, the images Jiuying showed you were real. I did indeed cut off your right arm.”

 

“I know,” Quze replied with an unchanged expression.

 

Si Lan tentatively asked, “Aren’t you angry?”

 

“If Your Majesty cut off my right arm, there must have been a reason.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

Hao Wei, on the side, raised his head and looked at Quze with an expression that probably said, “Is this guy not a fool?”

 

Quze’s trust in Si Lan, on the contrary, made Si Lan feel somewhat ashamed. He pursed his lips and carefully explained, “I wasn’t planning to tell you this, but now that you know, I’ll tell you the whole story.”

 

Quze nodded.

 

“My second wife, Lan Lan, was a koi spirit from the Jing River. Shortly after her death, the Jing River was attacked by the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan, and all the koi spirits were slaughtered. The koi spirit chief, on the brink of death, found me and begged me to take you in. The Blue Shrimp Yao Clan also came and demanded that I hand you over.”

 

“The enmity between the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan and the koi spirits spans thousands of years and is difficult to untangle. When the koi spirits were thriving, they almost wiped out the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan. So now that the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan is in power, they want to exterminate the koi spirits. I didn’t want to get involved in the war between these two groups, but I owed Lan Lan a debt. You, being a koi spirit and a member of Lan Lan’s clan, the chief asked me to save your life for Lan Lan’s sake, so I decided to protect you.”

 

During this time, there was a little episode. Quze had been crying continuously, and Si Lan approached him with a stern face, asking him not to cry. Quze stopped crying.

 

At that moment, Si Lan felt a bit more fond of this obedient little koi spirit.

 

“I told the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan that I would take care of you from now on and make sure you wouldn’t be a threat to them. However, they didn’t believe me. So, in their presence, I swung my sword and severed your right arm. Only then did they agree to spare you. That night, you asked me why I didn’t give you a new arm, and I told you I couldn’t, but I lied. I could help you regenerate your arm, but if the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan found out, they would still try to eliminate you.”

 

After Si Lan finished speaking, he thought that Quze’s expression might change, but he realized that Quze remained expressionless. “Your Majesty, I understand.”

 

“If you hate me, it’s only fair.”

 

“I don’t hate you. I know you were trying to save me.” Quze replied without hesitation.

 

Even if Si Lan had no reason to cut off his arm, he wouldn’t bear any resentment. Si Lan had given him his life, and without Si Lan, he would have died countless times.

 

In his youth, he often found himself in dangerous situations, and every time he cried “Your Majesty,” Si Lan would instantly appear at his side, rescuing him from peril.

 

Si Lan never thought of him as foolish or troublesome. He would personally teach him how to break through formations, use spells, and subdue monsters and demons.

 

Si Lan’s kindness to him had accumulated over time, seeping into every aspect of life. His trust in Si Lan was also built in this way, and it couldn’t be easily broken by a few words from others.

 

Si Lan nodded with satisfaction. Quze was truly a promising disciple, and it was not in vain that he had saved him from the Blue Shrimp Yao Clan.

 

“Now that you know your origins, do you want revenge?” Si Lan’s innermost wish was for Quze not to seek revenge but to look ahead. However, he couldn’t advise his disciple to be magnanimous when he himself couldn’t overcome his own hatred.

 

“Your Majesty, no matter what I do in the future, I will always tell you the truth.” Quze didn’t provide a clear answer.

 

Si Lan knew that Quze was likely struggling with his feelings and didn’t press further.

 

The cloud descended on the Zhuyun Peak, and the group returned to the Demon Realm.

 

Si Lan stood on the mountaintop, looking at the twelve peaks in the distance, shrouded in clouds, and turned to Hao Wei, saying, “Look, those are the lands I’ve conquered for you.”

 

Hao Wei glanced at him indifferently, turned away, and left.

 

A childish Demon Lord.

 

“Chong Ying, your father sent someone to the Demon Realm to find you last time. Are you going back?” Si Lan asked as he followed Hao Wei.

 

Hao Wei made a sound of agreement. His cultivation had mostly recovered, but he still wanted to taste a drop of Si Lan’s blood before returning.

 

Si Lan seemed a bit reluctant and sighed. “If you miss me, you can come to the Demon Realm to see me.”

 

“…” Hao Wei.

 

Who would miss him?

 

Hao Wei gritted his teeth and decided to drink a bit more of his blood later to make up for the humiliation he had endured during this time.

 

Si Lan reached out to pat Hao Wei’s head, then checked his spiritual realm, still unable to discern his level of cultivation.

 

“Chong Ying, when we were in the cave, Jiuying almost broke out of the formation within me. It was you who used your spiritual power to suppress him, right?” Si Lan asked tentatively. When he was severely injured and on the verge of spitting blood, almost losing half his life to Jiuying, a powerful force broke into his body, suppressing Jiuying.

 

He thought about it, and at that time, there were only Hao Wei and Quze with him in the cave. Quze couldn’t possess such powerful cultivation, so it must have been Hao Wei…

 

Hao Wei didn’t intend to reveal his true identity to Si Lan to avoid conflicts. Besides, if people found out that the Demon King had captured and toyed with the Emperor, it would ruin his reputation and dignity.

 

“It wasn’t me,” Hao Wei replied tersely. Perhaps feeling a bit guilty, his expression became even more tense after he spoke.

 

“Then it must have been you who injured Quze.”

 

Hao Wei’s lips twitched. “I just pushed him lightly, and he started coughing up blood.”

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

After a moment of silence, Si Lan simply said, “Okay,” and didn’t inquire any further.

 

That night, Si Lan was making a prosthetic arm for Quze and ended up working late into the night. He ended up dozing off in his chair.

 

Hao Wei walked up to Si Lan, his gaze tracing Si Lan’s forehead, nose, chin, and down to his neck. He leaned closer, his eyes sharp, and suddenly bit into Si Lan’s shoulder and neck.

 

Si Lan groaned, his eyelashes quivering slightly as if he was about to wake up. Immediately, Hao Wei extended his hand and pressed a point on Si Lan’s body, causing Si Lan to fall into a deep sleep once again.

 

Hao Wei saw that the bite mark on Si Lan’s neck had faded, and he bit down with even more force.

 

This mark would probably not disappear easily for a while.

 

 

Si Lan slept deeply, only waking up the next day around noon.

 

The scattered parts and fragments of the unfinished prosthetic arm on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a fully assembled iron arm lying there.

 

Si Lan picked up the prosthetic arm, licked his lips, and wondered why he remembered falling asleep halfway through making it the night before.

 

He tried the prosthetic arm and found that the mechanisms inside were much more flexible than what he had initially crafted.

 

At that moment, he felt a sharp pain on his neck. He reached to touch it and saw a faint bloodstain on his fingertip.

 

He quickly stood up from his chair, “Chong Ying… Chong Ying…”

 

This little creature is incorrigible!

 

And he dares to sneakily drink his blood!

 

Does he really consider him a walking blood bank?!

 

He didn’t hear a reply and thought that the little guy had hidden somewhere. He walked out and raised his voice to call him, but there was still no response, only a flock of wild birds on the Zhuyun Peak taking flight.

 

It was then that he realized that the little one had returned to the Heavenly Court.


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Chapter 25 – The snow in the Northern Plains has stopped

 Chapter 25

 

At this moment, it wasn’t just him; even Haowei, who always had a stern expression, couldn’t help but be astonished when he saw Junli’s face.

 

Afterward, Haowei looked at Si Lan and squinted his eyes.

 

Is this a coincidence? Or is there some connection?

 

Junli stepped forward, gazing at the blood bead and murmured softly, “Idiot.”

 

“No wonder Bian Rang’s soul was shattered, it turns out it was to free up cultivation to protect this fetal crystal.”

 

As the child of the Heavenly Dao, regardless of gender, if one is willing to conceive, the fetal crystal will gestate within the core.

 

After Bian Rang’s core was pierced by a sword, he didn’t choose to heal the injury but instead wasted his cultivation to save the fetal crystal, which resulted in his soul scattering!

 

Originally, after the Heavenly Dao’s omen appeared, the spiritual power of the three of them had been gradually weakening and couldn’t withstand such turmoil.

 

Fanyu couldn’t help but say, “Is it worth losing your life for the child of a snake demon?”

 

Junli parted his lips but remained silent.

 

This gesture was almost identical to Si Lan’s little habit.

 

Si Lan, seeing this expression on the other’s face, felt a bit complicated. The excitement of seeing his idol had now been completely replaced by shock.

 

“What should we do with this fetal crystal?” Junli asked.

 

“I’ll keep it in the core for Bian Rang first. If I have any issues, I’ll hand this fetal crystal over to you.” Even though Fanyu felt that Bian Rang was a fool in his heart, he was still willing to personally nurture the fetal crystal in the core as their cultivation gradually weakened.

 

Junli nodded.

 

Then, the two of them vanished in an instant.

 

However, at this moment, Si Lan was still trying to recover from the successive shocks he had experienced. He felt that he had some grasp of the current situation and subconsciously asked Haowei beside him, “Chongying, did you also see that bead? Do you think it looks like Xie Li’s original form?”

 

After asking this question, Si Lan felt like he had asked in vain. This little white dragon wouldn’t know anything about Xie Li’s original form.

 

However, Haowei calmly responded, “It’s not just similar, it’s the same.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“The aura.”

 

Si Lan pursed his lips, “So… does this mean that the fetal crystal underwent a transformation in the core, with the bloodstains inside forming a young embryo, and then it took shape when it came to me?”

 

Haowei succinctly replied, “Yes.”

 

Si Lan remained silent.

 

Initially, the bead had been entrusted to Fanyu for nurturing, but after Fanyu’s soul shattered, it was probably handed over to Junli. Then, after Junli’s death during the Heavenly Tribulation, the bead might have followed him in the cycle of reincarnation.

 

Finally, the bead appeared next to Si Lan, and Si Lan and Junli looked identical…

 

Although it was hard to believe, the answer seemed evident: Si Lan might be Junli’s reincarnation!

 

So, all these years, the person he admired was actually himself?!

 

Si Lan, upon seeing the helpless yet somewhat pleased expression on the other’s face, couldn’t help but sigh.

 

It seemed this Demon Lord had quite the self-love, admiring himself.

 

“This bead is a fetal crystal, not a reincarnation bead. I don’t know whether to tell Jiuying about this; whether he can handle it…” Si Lan mused with a furrowed brow.

 

Considering Jiuying’s current situation, if he were to learn that Bian Rang had passed away and had no chance of reincarnation, it would likely lead to his immediate demise.

 

Haowei, sensing Si Lan’s dilemma, calmly stated, “If you don’t tell him the truth, he won’t survive either.”

 

Jiuying had almost wiped out the Snake Demon Clan, committing a great atrocity. He would undoubtedly face judgment, and that would result in his soul shattering.

 

“Ah…” Si Lan sighed again, “I can’t tell him directly, but maybe I can give him a pleasant surprise.”

 

If Jiuying learned that Bian Rang had left behind a child before his death, it could provide some comfort to his troubled heart.

 

Si Lan had searched tirelessly for Xie Li’s biological parents for so long without any leads, and now, he had stumbled upon the answer quite unexpectedly.

 

Fate was a strange thing.

 

Thinking about this, Si Lan looked up at the sky. After Jiuying had killed Jiutou’s Snake Clan, the Heavenly Dao had withdrawn its condemnation.

 

The wasteland had returned to calm, and the night sky was inexplicably eerie.

 

He felt as though he were an onlooker, observing the story of Bian Rang and Jiuying. Was the Heavenly Dao also watching his story?

 

With this thought, he suddenly felt a bit uneasy and quickly cast a spell to dispel the blood magic in his palm.

 

The world in front of him slowly dissolved, replaced by the real scene. Two worlds intertwined, a hundred thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

 

In the cave, the figures of Si Lan and Haowei appeared within the star and moon formation.

 

Quze had been guarding the formation all along and, upon seeing Si Lan’s arrival, immediately approached and asked, “Your Excellency, how are you feeling? Do you have any discomfort?”

 

Si Lan shook his head and lowered his gaze, noticing Haowei standing beside him.

 

Haowei’s small face was tense, giving the impression of an old sage.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but smile and looked up at Jiuying.

 

Jiuying, who had recently appeared, seemed to have aged thousands of years in an instant. His head was covered in cracks, his eyes had changed from red to black, and his aura was nearly nonexistent. It seemed that after activating the Return to Origin spell, he had suffered significant cultivation loss.

 

Jiuying’s voice was hoarse, and he could hardly contain his excitement, “Did you find the blood bead?”

 

“I found it.”

 

“Where is it?”

 

“It… it’s not a reincarnation bead. It’s your and Bian Rang’s child.”

 

With each word Si Lan spoke, Jiuying’s expression became stiffer, and he stared at Si Lan in disbelief.

 

That blood bead was his and Bian Rang’s child?

 

Are they joking?

 

Si Lan could tell that Jiuying was struggling to accept this revelation and continued, “As the child of the Heavenly Dao, regardless of gender, when you killed Bian Rang, he was already carrying your child.”

 

Jiuying couldn’t find the words to express himself, and his head trembled slightly, likely due to the overwhelming shock.

 

A child? Bian Rang was carrying his child?

 

But Bian Rang had always been joking, saying that he wanted Jiuying to bear his child. How could it turn out that Bian Rang was carrying his child?

 

Si Lan saw Jiuying unable to speak and continued, “I brought the child to you. He carries the blood connection between you and Bian Rang.”

 

With that, Si Lan used magic to bring Xie Li, who had been surrounded by disciples of the Xuanling Sect and the Snake Demon Clan at the foot of the mountain, into the cave. Xie Li had his mouth full of sweet candy, given by the Xuanling Sect disciples and the little Snake Demons. He was happily eating when he suddenly found himself in a dark cave, and his little face turned pale.

 

Fortunately, he quickly saw Si Lan’s figure and ran happily to Si Lan’s side.

 

“Umm… Your Excellency…” Perhaps remembering something, Xie Li hastily swallowed the candy in his mouth.

 

The Excellency didn’t like him eating candy.

 

Jiuying had been watching Xie Li since he appeared, his gaze fixed on Xie Li. His lips trembled with excitement. This child was his and Bian Rang’s child?

 

But he had no idea that Bian Rang was carrying his child!

 

Si Lan pushed Xie Li toward Jiuying, and Xie Li suddenly saw the enormous snake head of Jiuying, causing his little body to shiver. He quickly hid behind Si Lan.

 

“Your Excellency, there’s a monster…”

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless. Xie Li himself was a little monster, so it was strange that he would be afraid of his own kind.

 

Moreover, this “kind” was his father.

 

Jiuying slowly extended his snake tongue, getting closer to Xie Li. Xie Li stared wide-eyed in fear at the snake tongue that was circling around him. His small hands involuntarily clenched the hem of Si Lan’s clothes.

 

As Jiuying got closer, he realized that the child bore some resemblance to Bian Rang. His snake tongue touched Xie Li’s head and explored, sensing the blood connection between Xie Li and Bian Rang.

 

Sil

 

an saw Jiuying’s reaction, “I brought the child to you. He carries the blood connection between you and Bian Rang.”

 

With that, Si Lan used magic to bring Xie Li, who had been surrounded by disciples of the Xuanling Sect and the Snake Demon Clan at the foot of the mountain, into the cave. Xie Li had his mouth full of sweet candy, given by the Xuanling Sect disciples and the little Snake Demons. He was happily eating when he suddenly found himself in a dark cave, and his little face turned pale.

 

Fortunately, he quickly saw Si Lan’s figure and ran happily to Si Lan’s side.

 

“Umm… Your Excellency…” Perhaps remembering something, Xie Li hastily swallowed the candy in his mouth.

 

The Excellency didn’t like him eating candy.

 

Jiuying had been watching Xie Li since he appeared, his gaze fixed on Xie Li. His lips trembled with excitement. This child was his and Bian Rang’s child?

 

But he had no idea that Bian Rang was carrying his child!

 

Si Lan pushed Xie Li toward Jiuying, and Xie Li suddenly saw the enormous snake head of Jiuying, causing his little body to shiver. He quickly hid behind Si Lan.

 

“Your Excellency, there’s a monster…”

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless. Xie Li himself was a little monster, so it was strange that he would be afraid of his own kind.

 

Moreover, this “kind” was his father.

 

Jiuying slowly extended his snake tongue, getting closer to Xie Li. Xie Li stared wide-eyed in fear at the snake tongue that was circling around him. His small hands involuntarily clenched the hem of Si Lan’s clothes.

 

As Jiuying got closer, he realized that the child bore some resemblance to Bian Rang. His snake tongue touched Xie Li’s head and explored, sensing the blood connection between Xie Li and Bian Rang.

 

“He is truly the child of him and Bian Rang!

 

He remembered the moment when Bian Rang handed him the blood bead, but he intentionally pretended to crush it in front of Bian Rang. At that time, Bian Rang was so furious that he vomited blood, his soul scattered.

 

At that moment, Bian Rang must have thought he had killed their child…

 

Even though he acted so maliciously, at the very last moment, Bian Rang saw his tears and consoled him.

 

“Jiuying, I’m fine. Even if my soul scatters, I will reincarnate.”

 

“When the snow in the north river is gone, I will return.”

 

Jiuying closed his eyes, and black tears fell one by one.

 

He didn’t understand why Bian Rang didn’t tell him the truth at that time.

 

Did he think that telling him wouldn’t matter to him?

 

Yes, at that time, all he thought about was killing Bian Rang.

 

Probably Bian Rang himself understood… but he still allowed his actions and ultimately died by his hand.

 

After his head cleared, he realized many things. Rather than saying he killed Bian Rang, it was more accurate to say that Bian Rang willingly died by his hand to fulfill his dream.

 

He didn’t know what he had done wrong.

 

He was exiled by kind people and loved by evil demons.

 

 

Seeing the snake head on the ground, Xie Li felt a profound sadness. He turned to look at Si Lan, who nodded at him. Encouraged, Xie Li approached Jiuying.

 

Jiuying slowly opened his eyes and, as if afraid of frightening Xie Li, lowered his head and lay on the ground in a submissive posture.

 

Xie Li handed a piece of candy to Jiuying, the sweetest one he had hidden and rarely ate himself.

 

Jiuying hesitated for a moment but then extended his serpent tongue and took the candy into his mouth.

 

The taste of plum candy was very sweet.

 

Jiuying extended his head, wanting to nuzzle Xie Li, but Xie Li was startled and ran back, hiding behind Si Lan, only showing a pair of big eyes as he watched Jiuying.

 

Jiuying felt strangely content. This was enough.

 

He didn’t need to gain anything more, and he didn’t deserve it.

 

He could see that this child lived a simple and peaceful life. In his round, innocent eyes, there were no worldly worries. Si Lan took good care of him, so there was no need to disrupt his innocence.

 

He communicated through mental transmission to Si Lan, “Thank you for taking care of him. Please don’t tell him about the things between me and Bian Rang. Let him be a carefree child.”

 

“Alright.”

 

“Why is he following you?”

 

Si Lan casually made up a reason, “I obtained a jade pendant from a snake demon, and that jade pendant turned into Xie Li, staying by my side.”

 

Jiuying seemed to believe this explanation and didn’t ask further.

 

Si Lan then asked, “Jiuying, do you know who unsealed your imprisonment?”

 

“I don’t know. When I woke up, there was nothing around me. It took me a hundred years of cultivation to free my head.”

 

Si Lan furrowed his brows, contemplating whether the unsealing of the Extreme Sound Eight Trigram Array was accidental or deliberate.

 

If it was deliberate, what was the purpose of releasing Jiuying? Was it to kill the Charm Snake Clan?

 

However, the person capable of unsealing the Extreme Sound Eight Trigram Array could easily wipe out the Charm Snake Clan without involving Jiuying.

 

“Perhaps, after ten thousand years, the Eight Trigrams Array loosened, and my head was accidentally released,” Jiuying explained when he saw Si Lan’s puzzled expression.

 

Now that he had no cultivation left, he only had one breath left. He hadn’t fulfilled his promise to Si Lan, so he conjured a small stone and presented it to Si Lan.

 

Si Lan took it and discovered that the small stone contained mystical inscriptions.

 

“When I entered the illusion, I carved these inscriptions. Anyway, I’m about to die, so I’m giving them to you…” He looked at Si Lan with a pleading expression. “But I still have one last request. Can you help me with it?”

 

“What’s your request?”

 

“Check if the snow in the north river has ended.”

 

Si Lan didn’t say anything and disappeared from the cave in an instant, reappearing a thousand miles away in the north river.

 

White snow covered the mountains, glistening like silver, stretching endlessly, without a sign of sun or moon.

 

The phrase “When the snow in the north river is gone, I will return” was just a comforting statement Bian Rang had made to Jiuying.

 

Ten thousand years later, the north river was still blanketed in endless white snow.

 

Si Lan returned to the cave and saw Jiuying waiting for him, but his body was motionless, with only his eyeballs moving with difficulty.

 

Si Lan approached him. “Jiuying, the snow in the north river has not yet ended.”

 

Jiuying seemed to smile, closed his eyelids, and his head shattered into specks of starlight, disappearing into the air.

 

It was good that Bian Rang could be reborn.

 

It was enough for him.


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Chapter 24 – Son of Heaven

 Chapter 24

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but be on edge for Jiuying. In front of everyone, he had killed “Bian Rang.” With Bian Rang’s violent temperament, it was likely that he would have torn him apart.

 

However, in the illusion, Jiuying explained to Bian Rang that it was a fake Bian Rang who had thrust the sword. Astonishingly, Bian Rang believed him and didn’t question Jiuying’s actions anymore.

 

Yet, Bian Rang continued to smile, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

 

It sent shivers down one’s spine for no apparent reason.

 

Jiuying, with a stiff upper lip, followed Bian Rang, who broke through the illusion by wielding his sword. Then, he struck the enormous insect shell, creating a momentary crack, and a painful scream echoed from above.

 

Jiuying finally realized that this enormous shell was the true form of the illusion beast.

 

The illusion beast turned into a cloud of smoke, frantically trying to escape, but Bian Rang blocked its path. As Bian Rang was about to subdue the illusion beast, Jiuying suddenly cried out.

 

“Save me… Master…”

 

Without much thought, Bian Rang turned back to rescue Jiuying. But as he embraced Jiuying, something felt off. This wasn’t Jiuying; it was an illusion.

 

At this moment, a long sword thrust into Bian Rang’s abdomen from behind.

 

Bian Rang groaned and, on impulse, pulled the sword out from his front, then turned to see who had stabbed him. However, he entered into the next illusion.

 

Bian Rang found himself in a grand hall, with numerous wine bottles in front of him. He seemed to have consumed a significant amount of alcohol, reeking of it, and possibly it had affected his body as his abdomen throbbed with pain.

 

His memory had briefly disappeared, but he recalled that he had been drinking with Jiuying that night in the Ninth Heaven.

 

But where was Jiuying?

 

“Jiuying…” Bian Rang stood up and called out Jiuying’s name. His vision was blurred, but he faintly saw a dark figure approaching him. Unable to resist, he reached out and touched the figure’s cheek. “Where did you go?”

 

“Master, I’ve been here the whole time.” Jiuying hadn’t expected that when Bian Rang was trapped in the illusion, he would dream about the night they had spent drinking.

 

He wondered what was so memorable about that night?

 

The illusion magnified people’s desires, making them feel their innermost impulses more intensely.

 

Bian Rang moved closer to Jiuying, his fingers tracing Jiuying’s face, and he whispered, “Jiuying, I want…”

 

To have you.

 

Jiuying felt Bian Rang’s desire, and his body tensed instantly. Although they had never gone all the way, he knew that every time Bian Rang got close to him, his breath became fiery and unnerving.

 

But all Jiuying thought about was how to kill him.

 

Unfortunately, that one sword hadn’t killed him, just distracted him momentarily into the illusion.

 

However, it had provided enough time for the illusion beast to escape.

 

At this moment, Bian Rang was focused on touching Jiuying’s face, feeling every inch of him. His fingers moved lower, and his heart raced.

 

He had never imagined that, after ten thousand years of existence, he would experience such a rapid heartbeat. He was created by the Heavenly Dao to maintain the order in the Mortal Realm, a cold and desireless weapon.

 

Bian Rang had no plan, but his only thought was to possess Jiuying.

 

Jiuying was the first person he had genuinely liked in the Six Realms.

 

Jiuying held Bian Rang’s increasingly unrestrained hand. He thought that the illusion beast had fled far enough, so he decided to break the illusion. But when he looked into Bian Rang’s wet eyes, Jiuying suddenly changed his mind.

 

In recent days, the wild desire in Bian Rang’s heart had always revolved around him, making him restless and fearful.

 

Now, he wanted to take advantage of Bian Rang being trapped in the illusion to destroy this beast himself.

 

He suddenly pressed Bian Rang back onto the table, causing Bian Rang discomfort. Lips quivering, he said, “Master, you’ve always wanted to have me, haven’t you? Now, like this, you have me…” Jiuying was speaking near his ear, as if he had remembered something, and then he gritted his teeth. “I may not be as strong as you, but I am of the serpent clan.”

 

Bian Rang groaned, feeling the pain in his chest intensify, along with another place that hurt even more. It was as if something had been forcibly ripped open, and then sharp blades plunged into his organs.

 

He couldn’t move, couldn’t enjoy any love, only the frenzy of plunder.

 

“Pain…”

 

At this moment, Jiuying somewhat enjoyed the feeling of violence.

 

Corrupting the Son of the Heavenly Dao, who was supposed to be lofty and virtuous, was truly addictive.

 

He suddenly understood why Bian Rang liked watching beasts fight. It was because having absolute control over others’ life and death, easily determining the fate of others, was truly addictive.

 

When Jiuying pinned Bian Rang to the table, Siren had already covered Haowei’s eyes and cast a spell to bring Haowei out of the illusion.

 

He hadn’t expected to witness such an exciting scene…

 

This Jiuying, young in age but not in heart.

 

Thinking of Bian Rang’s agonizing cries, Siren’s heart trembled for a moment, and, at this moment, he unexpectedly felt a little sorry for this ruthless tyrant who killed without hesitation.

 

“I hope that when Bian Rang wakes up, he won’t kill Jiuying.” Siren murmured softly.

 

Although Bian Rang appeared to have an unusual tolerance and affection for Jiuying, there was no guarantee that this tyrant wouldn’t go mad and kill someone after being humiliated.

 

“Is it almost time for Jiuying to kill Bian Rang?” Siren lowered his gaze and looked at Haowei.

 

“Yes,” Haowei responded expressionlessly.

 

Haowei remembered reading ancient records about the gods when he was young. It mentioned the true forms of the Heavenly Dao’s three sons.

 

Junli was the spring breeze, Fanyu was the autumn rain, and Bian Rang was the winter frost.

 

The three of them had no gender distinctions.

 

Thinking of this, a bizarre thought quietly arose in Haowei’s mind.

As they were conversing, they noticed the illusion had disappeared. Jiuying carried the unconscious Bian Rang and used magic to leave.

 

The sword in Bian Rang’s body quickly healed on its own, but he remained in a state of unconsciousness. His delicate and beautiful face looked as if he had been crying, invoking a sense of pity.

 

Jiuying was about to leave after setting him down, but then he remembered something and cleaned up Bian Rang.

 

“I’ve been conscientious enough,” Jiuying said.

 

The next day, when Bian Rang woke up, he felt pain all over. On instinct, he lifted the bedsheet to see his condition, and his face changed as he realized what had happened in the illusion had flooded into his mind.

 

Jiuying’s dominance, Jiuying’s tyranny, Jiuying’s possession…

 

Each scene impacted his heart.

 

His face turned red and green with anger, and he clenched his fists.

 

How could Jiuying treat him like that in the illusion while he was injured? Just as he was about to get out of bed, a sharp pain shot up from his tailbone and exploded in his mind. He couldn’t help but groan.

 

This subordinate Jiuying, didn’t even use magic to heal him after humiliating him like this?

 

Did he dare act so freely just because he knew Bian Rang doted on him?

 

But Bian Rang didn’t know that Jiuying had deliberately made him feel pain to remember this humiliation.

 

Bian Rang used magic to heal his injuries, but his complexion remained pale. He had never been this disheveled in his entire life. He intended to go out and hold Jiuying accountable when he saw Jiuying entering with a bowl.

 

Jiuying seemed to think he had done nothing wrong. When he saw Bian Rang, his expression changed, “Master, you’re awake. I’ve made porridge for you to nourish your body.”

 

Bian Rang pushed the bowl away and said coldly, “Jiuying, your audacity grows day by day.”

 

“Master, didn’t you say… that you wanted me?” Jiuying also noticed his growing audacity and surprisingly felt no fear at the moment.

 

Bian Rang feigned a smile and said, “You know very well that’s not what I meant!”

 

“Master, I also want you very much.”

 

After Jiuying finished speaking, he put down the bowl, raised his head, and looked at Bian Rang with a determined gaze.

 

Bian Rang couldn’t find the words, but he met Jiuying’s gaze. However, his ears turned slightly red, showing a touch of self-mockery and sadness.

 

In the illusion, he remembered that when he was in too much pain, Jiuying had kissed him and looked at him with such eyes.

 

Bian Rang’s heart raced, but he pretended to be calm. He attempted to raise his hand to hit Jiuying, but Jiuying grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers one by one.

 

The gentle touch widened Bian Rang’s eyes, and Jiuying intentionally bit Bian Rang’s fingertip with force. Bian Rang couldn’t help but utter a sound, then realized the awkwardness and quickly closed his mouth.

 

Seeing Bian Rang’s reaction, Jiuying’s actions became less frantic than the day before.

 

“Jiuying, you…” Bian Rang’s words were interrupted by a hum.

 

After a long time, everything returned to calm.

 

Jiuying lay on the bed, looking up at the empty hall. He had a somewhat ridiculous thought: what if Bian Rang weren’t so cruel, just an ordinary monster? That would be nice.

 

“Jiuying…”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Never mind.”

 

“…”

 

“Jiuying… Jiuying…”

 

“I’m here, Master. What’s wrong?”

 

“Never mind.”

 

“…”

 

Jiuying ignored Bian Rang’s calls, pretending not to hear, and closed his eyes, soon falling asleep.

 

Bian Rang, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. He lay there, looking at Jiuying, murmuring his name.

 

He didn’t know how much longer he could be with Jiuying like this. The Holy Punishment of the Heavenly Dao was slowly affecting his body… that’s why he fell into the illusion created by the Illusion Beast.

 

As for the person who had stabbed him from behind…

 

Bian Rang looked at Jiuying and smiled, a somewhat self-deprecating and melancholic smile.

 

He put on his robe, walked outside the hall, and gazed silently at the crescent moon in the sky.

 

The night in the Ninth Heaven was unusually cold, and solitude enveloped his figure tightly.

 

He felt like a person torn apart, out of place in this world.

 

Why did the Heavenly Dao create him, only to destroy him?

 

What was the purpose of his existence?

 

He didn’t know, but he did know that, in the midst of bloody slaughter, his blood would tremble, and his heart would beat, and the meaning of life seemed to be just that.

 

“Master…”

 

Suddenly, he heard Jiuying’s voice from behind.

 

Bian Rang turned around, thinking Jiuying had woken up, but he realized Jiuying was still dreaming.

 

Bian Rang lay down next to Jiuying and gently touched the smile at the corner of Jiuying’s mouth, which seemed to be a pleasant dream.

 

In this world, there would be moments when people called his name with a smile, not out of fear.

 

Since killing him was what he sought, he would fulfill Jiuying.

 

Perhaps the strong obsession before going to sleep had led Jiuying to dream. In the dream, Bian Rang was not the Son of the Heavenly Dao but merely his husband. They were living a peaceful and leisurely life in the Great Wilderness.

 

However, this beautiful dream was interrupted by a voice in his mind.

 

Jiuying abruptly woke up from his dream, seeing that Bian Rang was sleeping beside him. He held his breath and entered his spiritual consciousness, communicating with Xumo.

 

Siren and Haowei couldn’t hear Jiuying’s conversation in his spiritual consciousness. They only saw Jiuying conjure a black sword out of thin air. The sword had a cloud pattern on the blade, shimmering with a golden dark light, and it appeared extraordinarily sharp.

 

This sword was forged from the last bone joint of the Heavenly Dao’s little finger.

 

“This last bone joint may not be as powerful as the Heavenly Dao’s true form, so it can’t annihilate Bian Rang’s soul. But at least it can kill him.”

 

Jiuying breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xumo’s words about not annihilating Bian Rang’s soul.

 

Actually, killing Bian Rang in this lifetime would be enough.

In the next life, Bian Rang might not have such a cruel temperament, and his cultivation might not be as fearsome.

 

“Hmm,” Jiuying replied.

 

Withdrawing from his spiritual consciousness, Jiuying saw Bian Rang tilting his head, as if he was about to wake up. Quickly, he concealed the sword he held in his hand.

 

Bian Rang didn’t wake up, just shifted into a different sleeping position.

 

However, Jiuying couldn’t sleep anymore and lay on the bed with a troubled expression.

 

Si Lan saw all of Jiuying’s anxiety and unease and felt a sense of pity for him. Young Jiuying, who had once detested the cruelty and violence of Bian Rang, had eventually become someone like Bian Rang, cruel and slaughtering the Snake Tribe.

 

In this world, people were still unaware that divine retribution had already descended. The Nine-Headed Snake Tribe hadn’t produced a newborn in ten years, and no pure, superior bloodline had been born within a hundred years. This wasn’t because Bian Rang had abducted the Snake Tribe’s strong men, preventing them from giving birth to pure bloodlines, but because of divine retribution.

 

After the Heavenly Dao created the human realm, it didn’t allow for too much power to exist. Even the Heavenly Dao’s three sons had to make way for humans, let alone the various demon races.

 

From this perspective, it seemed that ordinary humans were the true sons of the Heavenly Dao.

 

It was unclear if Jiuying hadn’t found the right opportunity or couldn’t bear to kill Bian Rang, but for the next month, Jiuying and Bian Rang spent peaceful and serene days together.

 

Perhaps even immortals couldn’t resist temptation. Bian Rang, who had indulged in worldly pleasures, found that such activities were more interesting than watching arena battles. He often pestered Jiuying.

 

The two spent day and night in their chambers, as if it were a never-ending carnival before doomsday.

 

The weakening of Bian Rang’s cultivation was noticed throughout Zhonghuang. His control over Zhonghuang was no longer as strong as before. The barriers he had established were no longer as secure, and the curses he had cast showed signs of loosening. All of these signs indicated that his body was in trouble.

 

During this time, Xumo approached Jiuying again, urging him to kill Bian Rang as soon as possible, to avoid more trouble.

 

So, when Jiuying accompanied Bian Rang to capture the fierce Yao in Manghuang, he had already secretly collaborated with the fierce Yao, setting a trap to lure Bian Rang in.

 

Bian Rang seemed oblivious and reassured Jiuying, “That fierce Yao is extremely brutal. Stay close to me and don’t wander.”

 

Jiuying smiled and asked, “Is there a Yao more brutal than you?”

 

Bian Rang cast a sidelong glance at him with an amused expression in his peach blossom eyes. Jiuying looked at him quietly, his expression hidden by tension. He couldn’t let Bian Rang sense his uncontrolled emotions.

 

Eventually, Bian Rang agreed to take Jiuying along. When they arrived in Manghuang, several eagle demons circled above. Their strange calls filled the air.

 

Bian Rang transformed his sword, and in an instant, sword energy cut through all the eagle demons.

 

“Bian Rang!”

 

An angry roar suddenly echoed from above. The white cloud in the sky changed shape and formed into a snow-white eagle demon, diving down from above, screeching as it tried to devour Bian Rang.

 

Bian Rang quickly pushed Jiuying away and used his sword to block the attack. The eagle demon had massive wings that could easily cause chaos. The dust filled the air, and everything around was engulfed in a sandstorm, obscuring their vision.

 

Bian Rang closed his eyes and relied on his senses to locate the white eagle demon. However, just as the attack was about to land, Jiuying’s cry for help echoed in the distance.

 

“Master… Master… Save me…”

 

Bian Rang suddenly opened his eyes and narrowly avoided the sandstorm. He realized that he wasn’t surrounded by sand; it was an illusion.

 

The illusion wasn’t created by the white eagle demon and Jiuying. It was set up beforehand, and perhaps Xumo was involved.

 

Maybe even Jiuying was part of it.

 

Jiuying stood in mid-air, silently watching as Bian Rang was trapped in the illusion.

 

Bian Rang, who cared so much about his appearance that he didn’t even want to be exposed to the sun, had a bleeding cut on his face.

 

Bleeding profusely, he continued to wield his sword, breaking through one illusion after another.

 

“Save me… Ah… Master…”

 

The false voice created by the illusion continued to torment Bian Rang, and he felt anxious. He couldn’t afford to take the risk. What if something really happened to Jiuying?

 

He didn’t hesitate to break through the illusion, even at the cost of losing three levels of cultivation. But as he escaped from the illusion, a longsword pierced his heart from behind.

 

In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and when he tried to use his cultivation to heal, he found that he couldn’t channel his spiritual energy.

 

The sword that struck him was no ordinary weapon; it was the Heavenly Dao…

 

This time, he managed to turn around and saw the person who had stabbed him.

 

It was Jiuying.

 

He didn’t feel shock but smiled at Jiuying, “As long as you’re safe…”

 

Hearing these words, Jiuying couldn’t hold back his emotions any longer. He let go of Bian Rang, and with tears in his eyes, he said, “Why pretend, Bian Rang? You, a cruel and heartless person, don’t understand feelings at all!”

 

Bian Rang fell backward to the ground, his eyes gradually losing focus, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he suddenly spat out blood.

 

Jiuying instinctively rushed to his side, wanting to say something but unable to find the words. He looked at his pale and transparent face, his eyes reddening.

 

He was going to die.

 

Everything was coming to an end.

 

Bian Rang reached out to him, his fingers covered in blood, holding a bloodstained bead in his palm.

 

“It…” Jiuying took the vermilion bead and said fiercely, “What are you pretending to be sentimental at this moment? I don’t want this broken bead!”

 

He extended his hand, squeezed the bead forcefully, and, in front of Bian Rang, crushed it into powder, scattering it on the ground.

 

“You… cough…”

 

Bian Rang, seeing the bead turning to dust, seemed unable to hold on any longer. He coughed up blood, and his body quickly turned transparent, his bones and flesh becoming transparent starlight.

 

It was only then that Jiuying realized something was wrong. It appeared that Bian Rang wasn’t just dying; his soul seemed to be disintegrating.

 

How could this happen? Weren’t the instructions clear that the bone would only kill him?

 

“Bian Rang… Why is it like this? I didn’t intend to kill you completely…” Jiuying had removed the seal and enchantment that Xumo placed on the short sword, hoping that Bian Rang’s death in this life would be a form of redemption, not to deny him rebirth.

 

“Bian Rang… Bian Rang…”

 

Bian Rang closed his eyes and was unable to speak. He used the last bit of his spiritual power to convey a message to Jiuying, “Jiuying, I’m fine. Even if my soul disintegrates, I will fall back into the cycle of reincarnation.”

 

“When the North River’s snow melts, I shall return.”

 

After saying these words, Bian Rang’s body completely turned to dust and vanished in the wind.

 

Jiuying stood there in shock, with an intact bead in his palm.

 

In the sky above Zhonghuang, all the invisible enchantments and curses placed by Bian Rang disappeared. Countless demons and creatures rejoiced, knowing that Bian Rang had died.

 

Zhonghuang was free!

 

They would no longer be controlled by the demon!

 

Si Lan finally understood why Jiuying helped Louyu; it was because they both killed the people who loved them but later realized they loved each other in this lifetime. Si Lan couldn’t help but sigh at the complexity of their situation.

 

Si Lan flew to Jiuying, intending to examine the blood bead, but Jiuying concealed it in his chest.

 

Behind them, Xumo appeared out of nowhere, his eyes gleaming with delight. “Jiuying, is he really dead?”

 

Jiuying, with a fake bloody bead, handed it to Xumo after ensuring it was without issue.

 

Xumo carefully inspected it and, upon confirming it was genuine, breathed a sigh of relief. “This child of Heaven’s Dao might have a unique rebirth. I thought he gave you a rebirth bead.”

 

Jiuying’s eyes twitched slightly. “A rebirth bead?”

 

“Yes, when an immortal is near death, they condense their soul into a rebirth bead. After a thousand years, the rebirth bead will reform and start a new cultivation.”

 

Jiuying’s chest heaved at these words but he said nothing more.

 

Si Lan was puzzled and asked, “A rebirth bead?”

 

“That’s not a rebirth bead,” said Haowei succinctly.

 

“What is it then?”

 

Just as Haowei was about to answer, the scene before them suddenly changed. The sky darkened abruptly, and rolling dark clouds filled the atmosphere, accompanied by mournful thunder. In the next instant, from the sky, enormous rocks fell, not as raindrops but as massive stones.

 

These stones seemed to have life and descended furiously, smashing into the ground. Those demons and creatures that couldn’t dodge in time let out desperate roars.

 

“Ah…”

 

Accompanying the falling stones was black rain. Wherever the raindrops landed, everything turned into black sludge.

 

“It’s divine retribution! This is divine retribution!”

 

“We killed the child of Heaven’s Dao! Heaven’s Dao is angry!”

 

“Help… Help… My child… Don’t harm my child!”

 

In an instant, the entire Zhonghuang was enveloped in a cacophony of despair.

 

Xumo and others hadn’t even had time to savor their victory before they were forced to immediately deploy their formations to withstand Heaven’s punishment.

 

“Return to the Nine-Headed Snake Tribe!”

 

“Leader, please save us!”

 

“Now Heaven’s Dao is punishing us! We’re all going to die!”

 

“Who killed the child of Heaven’s Dao?”

 

Xumo instinctively looked at Jiuying. Jiuying, his face pale, was about to explain but was interrupted by the cacophony of accusations.

 

“Jiuying, how could you have killed the child of Heaven’s Dao?”

 

“You completely disregarded the tribe by doing this!”

 

“Jiuying, return my child… Return my child…”

 

Jiuying never expected things to turn out this way. He thought that killing Bian Rang would make the world better, but instead, it had turned into a living hell.

 

He was being treated as the scapegoat and pushed forward to atone for the sins of others.

 

The same people who had sent him to kill Bian Rang were now avoiding his gaze and coldly telling him that if he could die to appease Heaven’s anger, they would accept it.

 

Jiuying’s heart was filled with a sense of irony and absurdity. He had led a miserable life, and the one person who genuinely loved him in this world, he had killed.

 

But he couldn’t die now. He had to resurrect Bian Rang.

 

Jiuying attempted to use his magic to escape, but before he could move, Xumo grabbed him.

 

“Jiuying, sacrifice yourself to save all of Zhonghuang.”

 

“Why is the responsibility of saving Zhonghuang falling on me again? What has Zhonghuang ever done for me? Let go…”

 

He roared and reverted to his true form, revealing his nine heads and eighteen eyes, glaring fiercely at the others.

 

“Sorry, Jiuying,” said Xumo.

Xumo and several elders joined forces, using a spell to pin Jiuying’s body in place.

 

“He made the soul of Heaven’s Dao’s child disintegrate. Killing him might not be enough to appease the wrath of Heaven’s Dao. We must cut off his nine heads, seal them in the Jiyin Bagua Formation, and offer them as a sacrifice to Heaven’s Dao. Only this way can Heaven’s Dao see our determination to make amends.”

 

“Very well.”

 

“Chief, please hurry. My child has only one head left!”

 

In the illusion, Jiuying gave up struggling, smiling as he watched his body being severed, and his physical form being annihilated by the formation. His heads were cut off and sealed within the Jiyin Bagua Formation.

 

However, when the last head was being sealed, Jiuying shouted to the sky, “If I break out of this seal, I will rebuild my body with the blood of the entire tribe.”

 

 

Long before the Nine-Headed Snake Tribe began cutting Jiuying’s body, Si Lan couldn’t bear to watch any longer and covered Haowei’s eyes.

 

The few lines in the history books concealed the countless lives and bloodshed. Witnessing this series of tragedies that occurred ten thousand years ago in person filled him with a different kind of emotion.

 

“People in Zhonghuang probably haven’t realized that the real culprit manipulating their fate and toying with their lives isn’t Bian Rang but Heaven’s Dao.”

 

To maintain the balance of the Six Realms, Heaven’s Dao had long wanted to weaken the major demons. Now that they had killed Bian Rang, it provided the perfect excuse for Heaven’s retribution.

 

In fact, even if they hadn’t killed Bian Rang, he wouldn’t have lived much longer.

 

The demise of Heaven’s Dao’s three sons was inevitable. Three years after the Truth Practice, another ten years, and Fanyu, another son of Heaven’s Dao, perished as he rebelled against Heaven’s Dao, leading to the disintegration of his soul.

 

Thirty years after the Truth Practice, Junli, the only son of Heaven’s Dao to die less tragically and be able to reincarnate, also met his fate.

 

As Si Lan watched Jiuying being killed, he noticed that Jiuying had hidden the bead in his mouth just before his head was sealed within the formation.

 

He was about to search for it when a shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air. The shadow walked straight to one of Jiuying’s severed heads and, with a gesture, made the red bead float in the air, passing right before Si Lan’s eyes.

 

Only up close did he see that the bead was indeed as Jiuying had described, translucent with specks of bloodstains. But what Jiuying hadn’t mentioned was that the blood-red gem also bore a cloud-like pattern on its surface.

 

The same cloud pattern adorned Si Lan’s own true form—his blood gem. However, the size of the true gem was much larger, and the small bloodstains had congregated at the lower right corner, resembling an embryo.

 

Thus, Si Lan had never connected the bead Jiuying was searching for with Xielin!

 

At this moment, the shadow turned around, revealing a refined and handsome face. Si Lan looked into his eyes and saw that they were blue.

 

These were the characteristic eyes of Fanyu, Heaven’s Dao’s son!

 

Si Lan was amazed and excited but tugged at Haowei’s sleeve, urging him to look at Fanyu.

 

Haowei, in turn, pulled at Si Lan’s sleeve and gestured for him to look behind.

 

Si Lan turned around and saw that someone had appeared behind them. This person was wearing a white robe and a hat.

 

Although their face was partially obscured by the hat’s brim, their graceful figure and unparalleled beauty couldn’t be hidden.

 

Si Lan’s heart suddenly raced, overwhelmed with excitement, to the point that he didn’t even notice how tightly he was gripping Haowei’s hand.

 

This person was Junli!

 

He was the idol Si Lan had admired for over a thousand years!

 

He had never imagined that one day he would cross ten thousand years and achieve success in his star-chasing journey.

 

“Bian Rang is really a fool,” Fanyu suddenly said coldly, reaching out to Si Lan and lifting the blood gem. “Look.”

 

Emerging from the shadows, Junli took off his hat.

 

As his face was fully revealed, Si Lan’s expression suddenly crumbled, a mix of surprise and horror. It wasn’t because Junli was ugly or strange; it was because Junli looked exactly like him!


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Chapter 23 – The Temptation of the Snake

 Chapter 23

 

Si Lan witnessed Bian Rang beating Jiuying to a pulp, covered in blood with a swollen face, almost unrecognizable as Jiuying. Si Lan couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s hard to believe that these two will have a romantic entanglement later.”

 

At this moment, Bian Rang’s attitude towards Jiuying was more like that of a pet owner, showing a hint of indulgence and fondness, but it was only because he still found amusement in it.

 

Haowei remained silent, his gaze fixed on Bian Rang’s face.

 

Bian Rang’s appearance bore some resemblance to the spirit with the jade pendant by Si Lan’s side.

 

Is this a mere coincidence, or is there some hidden connection?

 

In the dreamland, it was nighttime. Jiuying woke up from his bed, instinctively exclaiming, “It hurts…”

 

“Hmm? You feel the pain now? Why didn’t you say it hurt in the Beast Arena?” Bian Rang retorted.

 

Jiuying turned to see Bian Rang applying medicine to his injuries.

 

Perhaps in the middle of the night, candles were lit in the palace, and the dim light fell on Bian Rang’s silvery hair, giving it a gentle glow.

 

Bian Rang didn’t look at him, continuing to apply the medicine. “Eleven broken bones, twenty-six abrasions all over your body, yet you can endure it. So, endure a bit more.”

 

Saying this, Bian Rang suddenly targeted Jiuying’s coccyx, and Jiuying instantly winced in pain, his face turning pale, cold sweat rolling down.

 

It really hurt. The pain spread rapidly from his spine, spreading throughout his body.

 

But Jiuying didn’t want to lose face, so he clenched his teeth and didn’t utter a word of pain.

 

Seeing that Jiuying had buried his head in the covers, shaking and appearing as if he were crying, Bian Rang put aside his playful demeanor and continued applying the medicine.

 

When he reached Jiuying’s leg, Jiuying tightly closed his body, not allowing Bian Rang to touch him. “Don’t… don’t touch me…”

 

As he spoke, Jiuying’s voice sounded as if it had been soaked in water, all wet and muffled.

 

Seeing Jiuying’s unusual reaction, Bian Rang became even more curious and used force to restrain Jiuying, repositioning his body and gently parting his legs.

 

“You… let me go…” Jiuying’s voice quivered.

 

After seeing the scene in front of him, Bian Rang was momentarily stunned, then leaned in, raising his eyebrows curiously, “Are you blushing?”

 

Bian Rang knew that plants had their pollination period, animals had their mating periods, but he had never delved deep into the subject. Today, Jiuying piqued his interest, and he observed carefully.

 

Jiuying’s face turned crimson, feeling extremely embarrassed.

 

Why do men act this way? What’s there to see?

 

Bian Rang suddenly marveled, like a curious child, “Interesting…”

 

Jiuying buried his face even deeper, his entire body hidden beneath the covers, only his black hair visible.

 

“So, your coccyx is your sensitive spot…” Bian Rang seemed to have figured something out, nodding.

 

Jiuying clenched his teeth and said nothing. He didn’t understand why, when his coccyx was pinched just now, it had caused a strange reaction…

 

He was utterly embarrassed!

 

After Bian Rang finished treating Jiuying’s injuries, he left when he was summoned by a servant.

 

Jiuying was immobilized, unable to move. He lay on his back, gazing upwards, his eyes deep in thought as if pondering something.

 

“He has never been exposed to the sun today. He either sat in the sedan or created a barrier to shield himself from the sunlight. Could it be that he’s afraid of the sun?” Jiuying mumbled suddenly, his eyes gleaming with calculation.

 

He didn’t know what kind of medicine Bian Rang had used, but a few hours later, his broken bones and injuries were completely healed.

 

It wasn’t until the early hours of the next day that Bian Rang returned and pushed the door open.

A strong scent of blood mixed with the cold wind rushed towards Jiuying, who was lying on the bed. Jiuying woke up in an instant and vaguely saw a figure approaching him. He instinctively resisted, but the other person forcefully settled down next to him.

 

The person’s breathing was so shallow that it was almost inaudible.

 

Jiuying, illuminated by the faint light from the window, quietly observed the person next to him. Bian Rang had a beautiful face, but his nature was cold and ruthless, like a demon concealed behind a beautiful facade.

 

At this moment, Bian Rang suddenly reached out and embraced Jiuying, pressing his chin against Jiuying’s forehead. Jiuying’s expression instantly became embarrassed. “Wake up… Wake up… Hey…”

 

He called out several times, but the other person didn’t respond. Jiuying turned his head away and didn’t look at Bian Rang.

 

Before long, he fell back to sleep again.

 

Si Lan watched the two of them lying on the bed with a somewhat perplexed expression. He lowered his head to look at Haowei, who had a serious and mature demeanor, resembling a little adult.

 

Si Lan extended his hand to cover Haowei’s eyes. “No peeking.”

 

“…,” Haowei.

 

Perhaps it wasn’t necessary to open his eyes at all, because Si Lan had an inkling that what was happening between Bian Rang and Jiuying was becoming increasingly explicit.

 

In the afternoon, Jiuying woke up from his slumber, and for some reason, he immediately looked to the other side of the bed, but Bian Rang’s figure was not there.

 

Just as he wondered, he heard Bian Rang’s voice from in front.

 

“Since you’re awake, serve me by helping me change.”

 

Jiuying’s restraints had somehow been removed. Upon hearing this, he sat up on the bed and saw Bian Rang sitting in a chair across from him, supporting his head with one hand. His gaze was filled with a strange mixture of amusement and something else as he looked at Jiuying.

 

Jiuying straightened up and walked slowly to Bian Rang, reluctantly addressing him as “Master.”

 

“Yes, fetch the black outfit for me,” Bian Rang said.

 

“Alright.” Jiuying obediently complied, a departure from his usual demeanor, which seemed to make Bian Rang uncomfortable.

 

Bian Rang couldn’t help but scrutinize him, his gaze moving up and down Jiuying’s body before pausing in a particular area, as if he had remembered something, a mischievous curve forming on his lips.

 

Jiuying naturally noticed Bian Rang’s gaze and understood the meaning behind that sudden smirk. Remembering what happened last night, his face turned beet red. He lowered his head to fetch the outfit.

 

After Bian Rang had changed into the new clothes, he had Jiuying follow him to the main hall to meet the people from Zhonghuang Tribe.

 

Bian Rang explained that it was all because of Jiuying that he now had to deal with so many matters.

 

Jiuying furrowed his brow, not understanding how he had caused trouble for Bian Rang.

 

“I present the Zhonghuang Tribe to Your Majesty,” an attendant announced, and the leader of the Zhonghuang Tribe walked into the hall, bowing before Bian Rang.

 

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

 

“Well, what brings you here?” Bian Rang spoke but didn’t look at the tribe leader. He kept his head turned, his gaze falling on Jiuying’s face.

 

Jiuying straightened his posture, pretending not to have seen Bian Rang’s gaze.

 

“Your Majesty, we fear that you have a heavy workload and are exhausted, so we specially selected ten handsome young men from our tribe to present to you.”

 

As he spoke, the tribe leader gestured to the handsome young men who had entered the hall. They knelt gracefully and greeted Bian Rang.

 

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

 

Jiuying’s face stiffened as he saw these young men. It seemed he now understood what Bian Rang had said earlier — he had caused trouble by being selected by Bian Rang. His selection had apparently inspired others in the tribe to send handsome young men as gifts.

 

Moreover, these young men’s attire bore a striking resemblance to Jiuying’s.

 

Bian Rang raised an eyebrow. “Look up.”

 

The ten young men heard the command and raised their heads, each with a different expression—some were shy, some seductive, all of them handsome with graceful figures.

 

Bian Rang shook his head, mocking, “Not good-looking, go back.”

 

The tribe leader heard this and hurriedly bowed, taking the ten handsome young men away.

 

Later, other tribal leaders also brought young men with them, attempting to cater to Bian Rang’s preferences. However, Bian Rang dismissed them all as not good-looking.

 

Jiuying couldn’t fathom Bian Rang’s taste. These young men were clearly good-looking, but Bian Rang seemed to enjoy treating them as a jest.

 

Pitifully, these people thought it would please the emperor.

 

“I find it very boring,” Bian Rang suddenly spoke. “What if we throw this group of handsome young men into the Beast Arena?”

 

As he said the last sentence, he looked at Jiuying.

 

Jiuying knew that this person wasn’t seeking his opinion at all. Whether he said yes or no, it wouldn’t stop Bian Rang from carrying out his intentions.

Unless… they found something that would make Bian Rang more interested.

 

Jiuying’s mind raced. “Master, whenever I find things boring, I enjoy playing stone chess with my companions.”

 

“Stone chess?” Bian Rang asked.

 

Jiuying saw that Bian Rang was intrigued and quickly explained the rules of the game to him.

 

Bian Rang didn’t pay much attention to the rules but asked, “Do you want to play stone chess with me?”

 

“Yes.” Jiuying was a bit nervous, unsure if he could persuade Bian Rang.

 

Bian Rang suddenly smiled, “Alright.”

 

Jiuying breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He hadn’t expected to convince Bian Rang so easily. If he had failed, it might have been another day of bloodshed in the Beast Arena.

 

Jiuying swiftly carved the game pieces using magic. The chess pieces represented twelve different animals, with interactions of birth and domination, in black and white.

 

Jiuying had Bian Rang play as the black side, while he took the white side. He planned to use the game to show Bian Rang his prowess, but to his surprise, Bian Rang, who was playing stone chess for the first time, defeated Jiuying without mercy.

 

Jiuying even suspected that Bian Rang was cheating!

 

However, Jiuying soon realized that Bian Rang was not only faster and more powerful than others but also incredibly sharp-minded.

 

Jiuying felt somewhat discouraged but continued playing with Bian Rang, afraid that Bian Rang would find it “boring.”

 

They played until evening, and the sunlight was fading. Jiuying felt a sense of urgency. He needed to act quickly.

 

When Bian Rang was engrossed in the game and not paying attention, Jiuying discreetly cast a spell. He created a black mist that transformed into a wild beast and suddenly grabbed Jiuying, pulling him outside.

 

“Help me…”

 

Jiuying pretended to be caught by the monster and grabbed Bian Rang’s clothes. He pulled Bian Rang into the sunlight and watched closely as if expecting him to be harmed by it. However, Bian Rang, standing under the sunlight, showed no signs of injury.

 

How could this be?

 

Wasn’t Bian Rang supposed to be afraid of sunlight?

 

Bian Rang smashed the black mist with a palm, caught Jiuying in his arms, and asked, “Are you okay?”

 

“I’m… I’m fine,” Jiuying replied after recovering from his shock.

 

“Why did a demon suddenly appear in the Ninefold Heaven?” Bian Rang pretended not to have noticed that the creature’s aura was identical to Jiuying’s. He looked at Jiuying with concern, stroking his face. “Let me check if you’re injured anywhere.”

 

“I’m fine, Master. But aren’t you afraid of the sunlight?”

 

Bian Rang seemed to hesitate for a moment and then said, “Oh, I’m quite afraid of sunlight. It makes me look… ugly.”

 

Jiuying was left speechless.

 

He hadn’t expected such a reason. Bian Rang was possibly the only person in the Central Wilderness who would go to great lengths to avoid sunlight due to the fear of looking ugly.

 

Bian Rang pinched Jiuying’s waist and teasingly said, “Let me see if you got hurt by the monster.”

 

“I’m not injured,” Jiuying replied, but Bian Rang insisted on checking.

 

Just as Jiuying was about to resist, Bian Rang used magic to create a barrier, blocking out the sunlight completely.

 

“Because sunlight makes me look…” Bian Rang paused for effect and noticed Jiuying leaning in to listen, so he continued slowly, “…ugly.”

 

Jiuying didn’t expect that to be the reason. He looked at Bian Rang in disbelief.

 

This was probably the only man in the Central Wilderness who would go to such lengths to avoid sunlight due to fear of looking ugly.

 

Bian Rang held Jiuying’s waist with a playful grin and said, “Did the monster hurt you here?”

 

Jiuying blushed and bit his lower lip in embarrassment.

 

Bian Rang gently touched the protruding muscles and teased, “Is this where the monster pinched you?”

 

Jiuying remained silent.

 

Seeing Jiuying’s distressed expression, Bian Rang suddenly smiled. In the dim light, his eyes seemed gentle and carried a hint of affection, catching Jiuying off guard.

 

Jiuying tightly clenched his fingers, as if trying to prevent himself from falling into the depths of emotions. He was on the verge of losing control, and his nails almost pierced his palm, keeping him composed.

 

Meanwhile, Si Lan was dumbfounded. He had previously thought that Bian Rang had no understanding of love, finding it strange that two people who loved each other were together. However, at this moment, he realized that Bian Rang was quite skilled in teasing.

 

Although Jiuying hated him, Jiuying was still very young and had a rather immature mentality. Compared to Bian Rang, who had lived for over a hundred thousand years as the Son of Heaven, Jiuying would probably not be able to withstand it for long.

 

Realizing this, Si Lan looked at Haowei, who was standing nearby. As one of the members of the “older bull, younger grass” club, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority.

 

It seemed that he wasn’t good at sweet talk and flirting.

 

But that was fine. The little white dragon was still young.

 

Dealing with such children was relatively easy.

 

With this thought, Si Lan took out a colorful piece of candy from his storage pouch. It was the candy he had confiscated from Xie Li the other day, which he was now using to curry favor.

 

“Here, have some candy,” Si Lan smiled and handed the candy to Haowei.

 

Haowei’s face twitched slightly, but Si Lan probably thought he was just shy. Si Lan peeled off a candy and handed it to Haowei, and when his fingertip touched Haowei’s lips, they turned slightly red. He instinctively turned his head, avoiding Si Lan’s gaze.

 

“You shouldn’t eat too much candy; it can cause cavities. But I can give you three candies every day from now on,” Si Lan added, “I only give Xie Li two candies a day, so you’ll get an extra one.”

 

Haowei remained silent.

 

Was he comparing him to that little amulet spirit?

 

A joke.

 

Would he care about two or three candies?

 

In the illusion, Bian Rang continued to playfully tease Jiuying, knowing that he was just a means of relieving boredom for Bian Rang, no different from the warriors in the Beast Arena.

 

During this time, Tribe Leader Xu Mo visited Jiuying and inquired about his situation in the Ninefold Heaven.

Jiuying was speaking with Tribe Leader Xumo at close range for the first time, and he dared not look Xumo directly in the eyes.

 

Xumo was the spiritual leader of the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan, and all nine-headed serpents admired him, including Jiuying. However, in the past, Jiuying could only stand quietly in the corner, watching Xumo.

 

Jiuying told Xumo everything that had happened with Bian Rang. After listening, Xumo furrowed his brows and fell into silence for a moment before saying, “Jiuying, he likes you very much.”

 

Jiuying clicked his tongue, not understanding how Xumo could sense that Bian Rang had feelings for him. That man was incapable of feeling emotions.

 

Xumo suddenly stepped closer, coming near Jiuying, and reached out to push aside the stray hair on Jiuying’s forehead. He leaned in close to Jiuying’s ear and whispered, “The fate of our people, and even the fate of the Central Wilderness, rests in your hands. So, you must find a way to earn his trust and extract from him the method to kill him.”

 

Jiuying nodded vaguely, his ears turning red, realizing that they were too close. He tried to step back, but Xumo held him close.

 

“When necessary, be willing to sacrifice yourself.”

 

Jiuying opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.

 

Xumo inquired, “Do you understand?”

 

“Understand,” Jiuying replied in a soft voice, almost like a mosquito’s buzz.

 

Xumo smiled, patted Jiuying’s head, and spoke like an elder, “I’ve noticed your exceptional qualities for a long time. I never imagined that now, the hope of the entire Central Wilderness rests in your hands.”

 

Jiuying suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility. He expressed his sincere determination to Xumo, promising to find a way to kill Bian Rang as soon as possible.

 

Satisfied, Xumo left.

 

Jiuying watched Xumo’s departure with admiration.

 

Si Lan overheard their conversation and shook his head.

 

Xumo was using Jiuying as a pawn and had even employed some seduction tactics to make Jiuying willingly commit to killing Bian Rang. It was clear that Jiuying was easily manipulated, a trait that went back to ancient times.

 

The final fate of Jiuying and Bian Rang had already been written in the ancient texts.

 

The outcome of the binding, the Central Wilderness, and the thirst for killing.

 

Jiuying, bound, fights back, ultimately succumbs, and dies.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but wonder about the significance of the blood bead that Bian Rang had given Jiuying just before his death.

 

Looking at it now, he couldn’t find any traces of a blood bead on Bian Rang’s person.

 

Suddenly, Haowei, who had been silent, spoke up. “With the passage of a year, the heavenly retribution will arrive. Jiuying won’t need to act; Bian Rang won’t survive for much longer.”

 

“So, you mean that Bian Rang’s body should be deteriorating by now?” Si Lan contemplated.

 

“Yes.”

 

Si Lan sighed, feeling somewhat profound. Most people believed it was a survival-of-the-fittest world, but they didn’t realize that being too weak or too strong was unacceptable to the natural order.

 

“I never thought you, this kid, would be so knowledgeable.” Si Lan lowered his head and looked at Haowei meaningfully.

 

Haowei had a stern expression. “I’ve just read many books.”

 

Si Lan smiled and, having heard Jiuying’s words, walked back to the main hall, tugging at Haowei’s clothes, and followed inside.

 

At that moment, Bian Rang lay in a rocking chair, his snowy white robe hanging languidly, supported by a single arm as he watched the scenes outside the Ninefold Heaven through the eaves.

 

Jiuying approached him, and Bian Rang suddenly reached out, gripping Jiuying’s wrist, pulling him to his side.

 

In the next instant, Bian Rang’s lips met the corner of Jiuying’s mouth.

 

Jiuying’s eyes widened, but he lost focus and saw only an expanse of white. He couldn’t see anything clearly, and his heart raced, losing its direction.

 

After a while, Bian Rang released Jiuying’s neck, but Jiuying’s body couldn’t support itself, and he collapsed into Bian Rang’s arms.

 

Bian Rang chuckled quietly but held Jiuying’s waist securely.

 

Jiuying tried to get up, but Bian Rang held him firmly.

 

“Don’t move.”

 

Remembering Xumo’s advice, Jiuying endured and heard Bian Rang’s breath, shallow and rhythmic, in his ear.

 

After a while, Bian Rang asked, “What is this?”

 

Jiuying’s face reddened, thinking that Bian Rang was intentionally humiliating him. He bit his lip and said, “I don’t know.”

 

“Heh…” Bian Rang suddenly laughed. “Does this mean it can create offspring?”

 

Jiuying remained silent.

 

“I wonder what children you would give me. If they have nine heads, would they be as voracious as you?” Bian Rang pulled his hand away and looked into the distance. “If they have nine heads, would they eat just as much as you do?”

 

Jiuying felt embarrassed and clutched his hands, asking, “Do I eat a lot?”

 

“Yeah, you’ve almost finished all the elixirs and fruits of my Ninefold Heaven.”

 

Jiuying…

 

He had been consuming those elixirs and fruits to rapidly increase his cultivation, aiming to kill Bian Rang as soon as possible. Plus, those elixirs and fruits were starting to go bad, so not consuming them would be a waste.

 

Jiuying didn’t want to continue talking to Bian Rang and pushed him away. He got up from the rocking chair, but his legs felt weak, and he almost stumbled to the ground.

 

Behind him, he heard a muffled laugh from Bian Rang.

 

Jiuying’s cheeks burned, and his frustration surged. This person was truly evil!

 

He didn’t want to stay near him for another moment. He needed to find a way to kill him as soon as possible.

 

Jiuying didn’t know if Bian Rang drank alcohol, but in his tribe, some men would become more talkative after drinking, so it might be worth a try with Bian Rang.

 

So, in the evening, Jiuying brought wine

 

 and some snacks to meet Bian Rang.

 

However, Bian Rang was not in the main hall. Jiuying sat in a chair and waited for him. The hall was empty, tall and imposing, cold and devoid of any human presence. Had Bian Rang been living here alone all these years?

 

If he lived here by himself, he would undoubtedly go mad.

 

No wonder Bian Rang’s character had become so malicious.

 

Jiuying let his mind wander, leaning back in the chair and falling asleep. At some point, the door to the hall opened, and Bian Rang returned, covered in the scent of blood.

 

Under the moonlight, with his face obscured by shadows, Bian Rang stood by the door, his white clothes stained with blood, looking like a demon from hell.

Jiuying had grown accustomed to this routine and quickly fetched a clean set of black clothing for Bian Rang.

 

After each time Bian Rang wore white clothes to commit murder, he would return and change into black attire.

 

Once Jiuying helped him change, he didn’t know how to broach the subject but was relieved when Bian Rang raised the issue first.

 

“Why does the room smell like alcohol?”

 

“Oh… it’s… yes…”

 

“Do you want to drink?” Bian Rang arched an eyebrow, seemingly a bit surprised.

 

Jiuying nodded.

 

Seeing the wine jug and some snacks nearby, Bian Rang’s lips curved slightly. “I’ll accompany you for a drink, then.”

 

Jiuying felt a rush of joy but kept his expression unchanged. He took the initiative to pour the wine for Bian Rang.

 

With his nine heads, Jiuying could pretend to drink a lot and secretly expel the wine from another head. So, he pretended to consume a lot of alcohol, acted drunk, and demanded to drink more with Bian Rang, continuously refilling his cup.

 

Bian Rang smiled throughout the charade and allowed Jiuying to have his fun. After a while, Bian Rang appeared somewhat tipsy and slumped over the table.

 

Jiuying took the opportunity to ask him several questions. Realizing that Bian Rang was genuinely intoxicated and incoherent, he got straight to the point, “My Lord, what are you most afraid of?”

 

Bian Rang let out a mumbled reply, and the scent of alcohol filled the air. He said slowly, “I’m most afraid… of the sun.”

 

Jiuying…

 

Jiuying sighed and then asked, “Are you afraid of the Tai Xu Divine Sword?”

 

The Tai Xu Divine Sword was the first divine weapon, feared by all in the Six Realms.

 

Bian Rang shook his head. “I don’t fear something like that. I… I fear the Heavenly Dao…”

 

Jiuying clenched his head; who wouldn’t fear the Heavenly Dao?

 

Realizing he couldn’t get any more information, Jiuying stopped asking questions. Instead, he transmitted this information to Xumo, sharing what he had learned from Bian Rang.

 

Finally, Jiuying furrowed his brow and asked, “Do we really have no way to kill him?”

 

Xumo remained silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. “No, he actually mentioned a way to kill him.”

 

“What method?”

 

“He fears the Heavenly Dao.”

 

“But he’s the son of the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao would never kill him.”

 

“The Heavenly Dao won’t kill him, but we can use the Heavenly Dao to kill him. It’s rumored that when the Heavenly Dao initially established the Divine Realm, it wasn’t satisfied with the first group of deities. Just a touch from the Heavenly Dao made them vanish into thin air. Later, when the Heavenly Dao reestablished the Divine Realm and adopted the name ‘You,’ it ruled over the deities directly, leading them to govern the cycles of day and night and the reincarnation process. After this, ‘You’ eventually met his demise through tribulation. At that time, ‘You’ left behind a segment of his finger bone in the Divine Realm.”

 

Jiuying was amazed. “A finger bone segment… could it contain the essence of the Heavenly Dao itself? Could obtaining that segment of finger bone allow us to kill him?”

 

“It’s worth trying.”

 

“Good.”

 

Inside the barrier, Si Lan witnessed this scene and frowned. He realized that Jiuying planned to kill Bian Rang using a segment of the Heavenly Dao’s finger bone. The same principle could potentially be applied to eliminate a Divine Sovereign of the same level as the Divine Emperor.

 

For some reason, he lightly curled his fingers, his expression growing darker.

 

Beside him, Haowei noticed the change in his aura and couldn’t help but ponder the relationship between the Heavenly Realm and the Demonic Realm. The two realms had signed a millennium-long truce agreement, and that treaty seemed to have only three years left before expiring.

 

Si Lan’s strong desire to find a way to kill Bian Rang raised the question: was he preparing to kill him?

 

He had just given Jiuying candy not long ago, and now, he seemed to be contemplating Bian Rang’s death. It was clear that Si Lan was no less insane than Bian Rang.

 

As Haowei thought more about it, he felt increasingly stifled, and the candy he hadn’t finished eating suddenly tasted sour and bitter.

 

Following Xumo’s instructions, Jiuying continued to stay close to Bian Rang, pleasing him in various ways. Bian Rang was delighted with his company and even took Jiuying to hunt Illusion Beasts at the Camel Demon Mountain.

 

Under the Camel Demon Mountain, there lay a giant shell where insects, ants, snakes, and rats constantly entered and exited. It seemed like the owner of this shell had long since perished.

 

Bian Rang stood lightly outside the shell, and the moment he appeared, the insects, ants, snakes, and rats sensed something and fled in panic.

 

“My Lord, is the Illusion Beast here?” Jiuying asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

Without further words, Bian Rang entered the shell, and a strong, unpleasant odor assaulted Jiuying as he followed inside. The surroundings changed abruptly, and they found themselves in a vast, snowy white world. Jiuying looked around curiously, but when he turned back to find Bian Rang, he had disappeared.

 

Jiuying remained silent and continued walking forward. When he reached the end, he suddenly saw a shadow of Bian Rang.

 

At this moment, the real Bian Rang was lying injured on the ground, unable to move. His silver hair hung loose, failing to conceal the fear and despair in his eyes.

 

“Don’t… don’t kill me…”

 

“My Lord…”

 

Jiuying tentatively called his name, but something seemed to have triggered Bian Rang, who kept shaking his head and begging for mercy.

 

On the ground lay a sword, its tip stained with blood, dripping slowly.

 

In an instant, Jiuying’s mind was filled with the brutal and bloody scenes of the

 

 Gladiator Arena. He remembered his brother’s gruesome death, the deaths of his fellow clan members, and the deaths of so many people in the Central Wilderness…

 

Intense hatred welled up within him. He picked up the sword and slowly approached Bian Rang. Astonishingly fast and simple, he had killed Bian Rang.

 

He didn’t hesitate, stabbing the sword into Bian Rang. Bian Rang let out a painful scream, writhing on the ground, and then closed his eyes.

 

Jiuying gazed at Bian Rang’s lifeless body, still holding the sword, unmoving for a long time.

 

However, when he finally came to his senses and turned around, he found the real Bian Rang standing behind him, staring at him without blinking.

 

Jiuying was frozen for a moment, then turned his head and saw the Bian Rang he had just killed, now dissolving into mist and gradually disappearing.

 

“Tsk, so the thing you most wanted to do in your heart was to kill me, huh? I worried about you and immediately entered your dream to save you.”


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Chapter 22 – The first beautiful snake

 Chapter 22

 

The blood-red hue in Jiuying’s eyes gradually faded, and the snake patterns receded inch by inch. He suddenly found it difficult to exert any force, grasping the Snake Mother’s arm.

 

Incredulously, he looked at his own arm and attempted to lift it, but there seemed to be another force preventing him. “How can this be?”

 

In the blink of an eye, Si Lan had reasserted control over his body, while Jiuying’s spiritual body was imprisoned in a dark world, or more precisely, a pitch-black cage.

 

Si Lan had earlier cast a formation in his own body, using his own physical form as a prison to confine Jiuying’s spiritual body.

 

Jiuying roared in madness, “Si Lan… how can you do this? Haven’t you lost all your powers?”

 

“Oh? Are you referring to the water Quze gave me to drink?” Si Lan casually looked at Quze, who was getting up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and standing respectfully by Si Lan’s side.

 

Si Lan appeared surprised, “Quze, why are you coughing up blood?”

 

Quze cast a sidelong glance at Haowei while maintaining a stoic expression, “Your Highness, it’s nothing.”

 

Haowei, observing Quze’s respectful demeanor standing by Si Lan’s side, briefly paused, then recalled Si Lan’s earlier “careless” actions, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

 

A simmering anger welled up within him.

 

He had been worrying for nothing.

 

He had even contemplated depleting his own cultivation to expel Jiuying’s spiritual body from Si Lan’s flesh.

 

Similarly, Jiuying now felt a growing anger at being manipulated. “Quze, have you betrayed me?!”

 

Jiuying and Si Lan now shared the same body, with Jiuying not in control but able to see, hear, and speak through Si Lan’s body.

 

Quze, with an impassive expression, replied, “I haven’t betrayed you because I was never your ally from the beginning.”

 

Jiuying appeared to find this difficult to accept, and he exclaimed, “Not my ally? Didn’t I let you witness how he severed your arm? Why are you working for such a person?”

 

“He is my Master. Even if he wanted my life, I would give it to him,” Quze replied with unwavering determination.

 

Si Lan nodded, appreciating his disciple’s loyalty. Seemingly with the intention of hitting where it hurt most, he added, “In fact, after you first found Quze, he reported everything you said to me.”

 

Jiuying remained silent, his anger simmering in the darkness, unwilling to accept that he had been played for a fool for so long. “If you knew everything from the beginning, why did you let yourself be deceived into coming here?”

 

“Because it’s not that you wanted to see me; it’s that I had something to discuss with you.”

 

“What do you want to discuss with me?”

 

“I want to know how you killed Bian Rang.”

 

Si Lan’s question made Haowei glance at him, perplexed by why Si Lan would ask Jiuying such a thing. 

 

Bian Rang was the Son of the Heavenly Dao, transcending the control of the Six Realms and the Five Elements. Conventional methods couldn’t kill him. Currently, the only individuals on par with the Son of the Heavenly Dao were at the level of the Divine Emperors. There were only two individuals in the Six Realms at that level: the God of Joy and Haowei himself.

 

Haowei narrowed his eyes, looking at Si Lan, not understanding why he was inquiring about this from Jiuying.

 

Jiuying sneered, holding a grudge against Quze’s betrayal, and said, “Fine, you want to know about this? Then kill your disciple, and I’ll tell you.”

 

Si Lan raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

 

“Absolutely!”

 

Si Lan drew his whip and stood in front of Quze.

 

Even though Quze heard Si Lan and Jiuying’s conversation, his expression remained unchanged, and he gazed at Si Lan with unwavering determination, as if dying for Si Lan would be an honor.

 

Si Lan raised his whip, which instantly transformed into a sword, and the blue sword light struck directly at Quze.

 

However, just as the sword reached above Quze’s head, Si Lan abruptly changed its direction, striking the Golden Jade Immortal Box.

 

“No…,” Jiuying cried out.

 

Seeing this, Jiuying’s heart shattered. The Golden Jade Immortal Box was split by the immense sword energy, and the cracks slowly expanded until it burst open with a resounding bang.

 

Jiuying’s heart shattered along with it.

 

The Golden Jade Immortal Box shattered into countless pieces, revealing the Vermilion Jade Bead inside, which emitted a dim red glow in the darkness.

 

Si Lan walked slowly toward the Vermilion Jade Bead, closely examining it.

 

Jiuying took this opportunity to also scrutinize the Vermilion Jade Bead.

 

This bead was translucent, with a pure and vibrant color, making it one of the finest Vermilion Jade Beads. However, no matter how fine it was, it was still just a Vermilion Jade Bead, with limited use for cultivators. For immortals and demons, it had even less significance.

 

Si Lan couldn’t comprehend why Jiuying had gone through so much trouble for such a bead.

 

Jiuying’s gaze was fixed on the bead, and the longer he looked, the more he felt that something was amiss.

 

This bead wasn’t what he had been searching for.

Even after ten thousand years and being sealed for so long, he wouldn’t forget what that thing looked like.

 

When his spiritual body first awakened from the seal, he couldn’t move and had to slowly practice to recover. In the meantime, he overheard a conversation between a former leader and disciples of the Xuanling Sect, learning that the Golden Jade Immortal Box was sealed here, and the red bead inside was a rare treasure that could ensure the Xuanling Sect’s eternal prosperity.

 

He thought that this bead was the same thing that was sealed with him!

 

Later, when his spiritual body could move, he traversed the ten thousand illusory scenes of the Xinyin Bagua Formation, only to find the Golden Jade Immortal Box.

 

He discovered that the first leader had placed a sealing formation outside the box, and the incantation to unlock the formation was known only to the first leader, making it impossible to open the Golden Jade Immortal Box through the formation.

 

The only way was to forcefully open it with a weapon, and the material of the Golden Jade Immortal Box was made from the jade of the Kunlun Mountains, exceptionally tough and requiring a divine weapon to split it open.

 

This was one of the reasons he targeted Si Lan.

 

The Xuanxin Whip in Si Lan’s hand was one of the three ancient divine weapons, and perhaps it could be used to open the box.

 

However, he had now discovered that the object he had been pursuing was not what he was actually looking for!

 

He had wasted so much effort, killed so many charming snakes, and proceeded with extreme caution, but everything had gone completely awry!

 

Jiuying couldn’t bear it and, with his spiritual body, launched a violent attack on the formation. He seemed intent on breaking through, fish struggling to escape the net.

 

The tremendous impact surged toward the formation, then rebounded onto Jiuying’s spiritual body. Cracks began to appear on Jiuying’s spiritual body, and it was on the verge of shattering.

 

Si Lan was also affected, feeling a sweet, metallic taste in his throat as he coughed up blood.

 

If Jiuying were to self-destruct within him, he would also be seriously harmed.

 

Si Lan quickly set the Vermilion Jade Bead down, closed his eyes, and chanted a spell with his hands together in front of his chest. However, Jiuying’s relentless attacks on the formation made it impossible for him to concentrate. His internal organs trembled, and the metallic taste in his mouth grew stronger.

 

He coughed up more blood.

 

“Your Highness!”

 

Si Lan dared not open his eyes, continuing to apply the seal. Just when he was getting anxious, he suddenly felt a surge of spiritual power entering his body, blocking Jiuying’s attacks. Taking this opportunity, he added another layer of seals within himself, preventing Jiuying from moving and even from self-destructing.

 

“Let me go… If you don’t kill me, I’ll kill you…” Jiuying’s eyes were bloodshot, his fangs exposed as he threatened.

 

Si Lan opened his eyes, wiped the blood from his lips, and helplessly said, “What are you looking for? Let’s make a deal. I can help you find it, and you can tell me how you killed Bian Rang.”

 

Hearing this, Jiuying’s emotions slowly calmed down, but he still couldn’t easily trust Si Lan, the shadow of being deceived and manipulated still hanging over him.

 

“How can I trust you?”

 

“Whether you trust me or not doesn’t matter. But if you really want to find that thing, you can only rely on me. After all, besides me, you won’t find a more suitable candidate.”

 

Jiuying fell into silence, contemplating Si Lan’s words.

 

Currently, Si Lan was indeed the most suitable person he had encountered. If Si Lan was willing to help, there might be a chance to locate that thing.

 

“Fine.”

 

“What exactly are you looking for?”

 

“It’s a red blood bead, about the size of a thumb. The bead is translucent, but there are tiny traces of blood within.”

 

Si Lan had never seen this thing before, and hearing Jiuying’s description, he was still somewhat unclear.

 

“Who gave it to you?”

 

“It was Bian Rang,” Jiuying said with a suddenly lowered voice.

 

Si Lan was taken aback. He had put in so much effort to find something that Bian Rang had given to him?

 

And he considered that thing more important than life itself?

 

Previously, he had thought that the Golden Jade Immortal Box might contain Bian Rang’s body, so he had been extremely cautious, not daring to attack, and waited for Jiuying to enter his body to reveal the box before he would seize Jiuying.

 

Countless thoughts swirled in Si Lan’s mind upon hearing Jiuying’s words. “Did Bian Rang say what that thing is?”

 

Jiuying didn’t answer and fell into a deep silence, likely thinking about something unpleasant.

 

Unable to hear his response, Si Lan resorted to creating ink and fabric out of thin air, drawing the blood bead on the fabric.

 

“Is it like this?”

 

“Yeah, that’s about right. Just make the traces of blood a little heavier.”

 

Si Lan modified the drawing according to the request and casually remarked, “You have quite a memory. After ten thousand years, you still remember what that bead looked like.”

 

Jiuying fell silent again, an unusual silence.

 

How could he ever forget?

 

In the final scene, the person’s face turned pale as he handed the bead to him.

 

That person said, even if his soul scattered, he couldn’t kill him; he would be reborn and fall into reincarnation.

 

“When the North River has turned into snow, I will return.”

 

If the North River had already turned into snow, did that mean he had already been reborn multiple times?

 

Certainly, his life had its ups and downs, with love and hatred, but one thing was missing – him.

 

“The Six Realms are vast, and this bead from ten thousand years ago is probably not easy to find,” Jiuying hoarsely said, his eyes blazing red as blood. He didn’t want to wait any longer, not for a moment.

 

That bead was the only thing left by Bian Rang, the only hope of his resurrection, even if it meant paying with his life. He wanted to see it one more time.

 

“I can send you back to the ancient era to find the person who took the bead from me.”

 

Si Lan was surprised by these words.

Sending back to ancient times, is this the Return Spell?

 

The Purification Spell derives from the Return Spell. Those who enter the spell are unable to influence the past, but there’s a difference. The Purification Spell can only view scenes of the deceased’s final year of life, while the Return Spell is not limited, transcending the cycle of reincarnation, allowing one to return to any point in the past.

 

Si Lan furrowed his brow. “With your current cultivation, can you perform the Return Spell? If something goes wrong along the way, and you get stuck between the Six Realms of reincarnation or forced to stay in ancient times permanently, that would be a disaster.”

 

Jiuying half comforted and half tempted, “I can do it. If you want to know how I killed Bian Rang, then you should see for yourself.”

 

Si Lan sensed that if he refused, Jiuying would never reveal the method of killing Bian Rang. He remained silent for a while before speaking, “Very well, but I have one more condition. You will teach me the art of the Return Spell.”

 

Before the creation of the mortal world by the Heavenly Way, there were only the realms of gods, demons, and the underworld. During that time, various powers converged, and spells and artifacts emerged. The entire world continued to thrive in a bloody and violent environment, but it also developed rapidly in its strength.

 

Later, when the Heavenly Way created the mortal world, in order to balance the rules, it didn’t hesitate to let the three sons of the Heavenly Way who controlled the realms fall. It also brought the Heavenly Punishment to the five realms, severely weakening the powerful figures in those realms.

 

During this period, many spells and artifacts disappeared into the vast river of history. So today, anyone who finds an ancient artifact can easily dominate the Six Realms.

 

Jiuying didn’t expect Si Lan to be not only cunning but also greedy, even eyeing his spell.

 

Biting his lip, Jiuying didn’t want to agree, but then he thought that he was on the verge of death, and keeping these secrets had no use anymore. He tried to convince himself in his mind and reluctantly said, “Fine.”

 

Si Lan smirked, not confirming or denying.

 

Jiuying closed his eyes and chanted a spell, his voice echoing in the cave, low and rich, yet mysteriously eerie.

 

Under Si Lan’s feet, a star-and-moon-shaped formation appeared, radiating a golden light that slowly enveloped Si Lan. Then, Si Lan’s form vanished from within the formation, placed in the midst of the Six Realms of reincarnation.

 

On the path of reincarnation, 333 gears whirled rapidly, and Jiuying’s voice seemed to cross through the cycles and resound in his ears.

 

“After you find the blood bead’s whereabouts, taking a drop of your own blood can break the spell, allowing you to return to the real world.”

 

“Alright.”

 

In the blink of an eye, Si Lan found himself in an unfamiliar world, his body rapidly descending until he landed on the ground. He had just steadied himself when he saw a white figure descending from the sky. He instinctively caught the other person.

 

“Little one?” Si Lan looked at the white, delicate child in his arms, a mix of surprise and shock in his voice. “How did you come here too?”

 

Haowei stabilized himself, his expression calm. “I don’t know.”

 

Si Lan sighed internally. Something must have gone wrong with the spell. How could the little one be transported here as well? He could only softly advise, “Follow me and don’t wander off.”

 

“Okay,” Haowei replied.

 

Si Lan assessed his surroundings, both of them enclosed by a brownish barrier, cutting them off from the world.

 

The world before them was a vast desert, with a pale, desolate sky that lacked white clouds and birds. The horizon merged with the sky, appearing as an endless purgatory, filled with the aura of death and despair.

 

 

Jiuying’s face shifted slightly after casting the Return Spell. “It seems like there’s been a slight error.”

 

Hearing this, Quze, without a second word, lifted his sword coldly toward Jiuying. “What kind of error?”

 

“The timing of the transportation was off, making him return too early.”

 

Perhaps it was due to his lack of practice with the spell over the past ten thousand years, which led to mistakes, or it could be because his lifespan was nearing its end.

 

Seeing Quze’s worried expression, Jiuying bit his lip. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Even if I have to hold on with my last breath, I’ll bring him back.”

 

Quze put his sword away, standing before the formation, guarding it.

 

Somehow, he suddenly recalled the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm. He realized that the Little Crown Prince had disappeared!

 

Had the Little Crown Prince left the Xinyin Bagua Formation, or had he followed Si Lan into ancient times?

 

Quze’s gaze fell on the formation, his brow furrowing.

 

 

Si Lan and Haowei were still observing their surroundings. It was a desolate place with no signs of life, not even a creature that would breathe. Why did Jiuying send them here?

 

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and a cloud of dust billowed in front, revealing the vague but enormous heads of giant snakes.

 

No, it was a group of giant heads!

 

Si Lan quickly grabbed Haowei and leaped into the air. Through the swirling dust, he saw that these gigantic heads belonged to nine-headed serpents.

 

Although there were only two serpent bodies, they had a total of eighteen heads. As they rushed forward, swaying their tails, their presence was majestic and their momentum was overwhelming, like a group of mythical creatures on the move.

 

These two nine-headed serpents were conversing as they advanced.

 

“Is it those ten warriors we sent last time? Did Bian Rang find them unsatisfactory?”

 

“It seems so. I wonder whose children have had their luck run out this time…”

 

Si Lan, upon hearing this, held Haowei’s hand and followed these two nine-headed serpents.

 

The two serpents continued to run forward until they stopped by an oasis.

 

The two serpents immediately transformed into human forms and entered their group.

 

At this moment, the leader of the nine-headed serpents sat on a high seat, resting his chin on one hand, looking solemn. The other serpents gathered around, discussing in low voices.

 

“We offered ten warriors as prey for him last time, and he still wants to punish us!”

 

“I think it’s not just because of what happened with Folded Rain last time. He seems to be deliberately causing trouble for us.”

 

“No, even without Folded Rain, he would still find faults. I heard that he gouged out a person’s eyes just because a member of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan glanced at him!”

 

The crowd fell into silence upon hearing this.

 

After a while, someone spoke, “Are we to be perpetually oppressed by him like this?”

 

“Hush…”

 

Just as the young nine-headed serpent finished speaking, others covered their mouth.

 

The leader sitting in the high seat opened his eyes, his red pupils containing a sinister glint as if dipped in blood. He stood up slowly, his warning stern and clear, “Do not speak rashly.”

 

As soon as these words were spoken, a powerful aura attacked the group of nine-headed serpents from the sky, accurately targeting the ones who had complained earlier. The aura passed across their necks, instantly severing eight of their heads, blood gushing from their necks.

 

The nine-headed serpents who had lost their heads were forced to reveal their original forms, struggling on the ground with only one head left, calling out in pain, gasping for breath.

 

Seeing this scene, the other serpents were trembling with fear and dared not reach out to help. They didn’t even dare to look.

 

Si Lan, witnessing this, instinctively covered the eyes of the little white dragon.

 

It was just as recorded in the books: when Bian Rang ruled Xinyin, he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, killing innocent people indiscriminately. It was no wonder that Jiuying eventually killed him.

 

However, Si Lan couldn’t tell who among the group was Jiuying.

 

Si Lan tried to find Jiuying among the crowd but couldn’t distinguish him among those who had taken human forms.

 

At this moment, Si Lan saw eight heavenly horses pulling a massive carriage approaching from a distance. The carriage landed steadily on the high platform, and the eight heavenly horses transformed into statues surrounding the carriage.

 

A breeze, mixed with the scent of blood, rustled the white curtains on the carriage. Although the people inside were obscured, their voices were clear and chilling.

 

“This is the fate of speaking out.”

 

The crowd of nine-headed serpents dared not speak out against their anger and resentment.

 

The gaze from inside the curtain fell directly on the leader as they sat with a high vantage point, watching the young nine-headed serpent who had been scared into tears. The voice from inside the curtain, smirking but not quite, said, “Chumo, do you know what happens to those who defy me?”

 

The leader knelt on the ground, “This child speaks carelessly. It’s my fault as the leader for not teaching him well. If you wish to punish, then punish me.” After speaking, Chumo spat out a mouthful of blood, an injury sustained earlier when he blocked the aura for the young nine-headed serpent.

 

The person behind the curtain made a disdainful laugh.

 

This laugh caused the hatred and anger in the hearts of the nine-headed serpents to skyrocket. However, in the face of absolute power, they had no choice but to endure.

 

An aura, sharp as a silver sword, flew out from the curtain and directly struck Chumo. His body was sent backwards, crashing into a tree, and he coughed up blood.

 

But Chumo immediately knelt on the ground and thanked, “Thank you for sparing him, my lord.”

 

“These warriors have been chosen, have they?”

 

Chumo appeared embarrassed, clenching his fists. “They have been chosen.”

 

Those selected warriors would be offered as prey for Bian Rang, hunted down like wild beasts, and forced to fight other tribes in a battle arena for Bian Rang’s amusement.

 

Generally, warriors sent there rarely survived. The one who did often suffered severe psychological trauma and became abnormal.

 

“Summon them to me, let me see.”

 

Bian Rang spoke casually, as if selecting goods, looking down from a height, showing no concern for the lives of others.

 

Chumo called for ten warriors and stood in front of the carriage. “My lord, please have a look.”

 

These ten warriors were tall, strong, and shirtless, revealing their well-built chests and muscular arms.

 

A slender, delicate hand reached out from the carriage and parted the curtain. Everyone immediately lowered their heads, too afraid to look at the person inside the carriage.

 

Si Lan shifted with Haowei in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Bian Rang, but before he could clearly see his face, the curtain was drawn again.

 

Bian Rang’s cold voice sounded, “I hope they can last a few more days, so I don’t get bored.”

 

After these words, Bian Rang left, and Chumo spoke again, “My lord, the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan has also prepared ten beautiful women for you.”

 

These words caused silence to fall upon the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan.

 

This lord had never had a companion in his entire existence of a hundred thousand years.

 

Once, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan had tried to seduce Bian Rang with their most beautiful woman, but he had brutally gouged out her eyes.

 

From then on, the realm of Xinhuang dared not use seductive tactics with Bian Rang.

 

This time, Chumo was also taking a gamble, risking it all.

 

Fortunately, the voice of Bian Rang from behind the curtain was lazy. “Bring them up.”

 

Chumo breathed a sigh of relief and immediately had ten carefully selected beautiful women brought forward. These ten beauties were petite, graceful, and each had their unique charms.

 

However, the gaze from behind the curtain swept over the faces of these women without stopping.

 

“Are these the beauties of the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan?” Bian Rang suddenly lifted the curtain and walked out.

 

The Nine-Headed Serpents were frightened and kept their heads low. They didn’t dare to look at Bian Rang’s face.

 

They didn’t know what Bian Rang was going to do, and could only catch a glimpse of him moving through the crowd, stopping at a corner.

 

Bian Rang gently lifted the chin of a black-clad young man, forcing him to raise his head.

 

“I see, this one is the most beautiful.”

 

The Nine-Headed Serpents were surprised when they heard this. They all looked toward the corner where the chosen person was. The black-clad young man’s face gradually turned red, and he tried to push Bian Rang’s hand away but was held firmly.

 

“I want him,” Bian Rang said without allowing any objections.

 

Chumo hesitated and asked, “My lord, he is…”

 

“What’s wrong, isn’t he beautiful?” Bian Rang squinted, a faint smile playing on his lips.

 

Chumo held back what he wanted to say, lowered his head, and replied, “Beautiful.” However, no matter how beautiful, the black-clad young man was still a man.

 

Chumo and the other Nine-Headed Serpents were filled with doubts, but they didn’t dare to say anything. When the black-clad young man was being led onto the carriage by Bian Rang, he seemed about to resist, but upon meeting Chumo’s gaze, he bit his lip and withdrew his hand.

 

The eight heavenly horses reverted to their original forms, neighing as they soared into the air, and the carriage departed.

 

Si Lan and Haowei followed closely behind the carriage, listening to Bian Rang’s indifferent voice from inside.

 

“Tell me, your name.”

 

“Jiuying.”

 

Si Lan and Haowei were taken aback. They never expected that the elegant and handsome young man in black would be Jiuying!

 

How could he be so different from the two serpents?

 

Indeed, time was a brutal thing, especially for someone who had been gone for over a hundred thousand years.

 

The carriage ascended to the Ninth Heaven, and before them lay a world of floating white clouds, celestial cranes singing, and splendid palaces and pavilions. The beauty was beyond words.

 

This was a world vastly different from the environment the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan inhabited.

 

The carriage stopped on the peak of a celestial mountain. Servants brought a sedan chair, and one of them knelt beside it, supporting it with both hands.

 

Bian Rang lifted the curtain, and perhaps due to the sudden exposure to the blinding light, he squinted his eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. He stepped onto the back of the servant to get out of the carriage and sat in the sedan chair.

 

Si Lan finally got a clear look at Bian Rang’s face. He was exactly as described in the books: silver hair, an androgynous beauty, elegant and charming, but with a sickly, ruthless, and obsessive aura.

 

He was like a contradictory figure, possessing the most feminine and beautiful face in the world, yet also the most cruel and bloodthirsty nature.

 

Jiuying also got off the carriage and followed the sedan chair. His face seemed to flush with nervousness, his cheeks slightly red, and his bright eyes shone like water.

 

At this moment, Jiuying, in terms of human age, was probably around sixteen or seventeen. He had a tall and mature figure, but his face still retained a touch of innocence.

 

Si Lan carefully observed Jiuying, nodding slightly, and said, “Bian Rang has quite an eye. I didn’t expect Jiuying to have such a handsome appearance.”

 

After these words, Si Lan felt Haowei’s presence suddenly darken, and he instinctively added, “But I don’t like snakes. They’re cold and uncomfortable to hold.”

 

Haowei turned his head away, a cold expression on his face as he followed the sedan chair. “Jiuying’s Time Return spell seems to have a problem, as it sent us back to when he first met Bian Rang. We don’t know how long it is until Bian Rang is killed. After all, one year inside the spell is only one day in the real world.”

 

Si Lan blinked, “If I remember correctly, the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan faced divine punishment three years into the pilgrimage, and they offered beautiful people to Bian Rang after one year.”

 

Haowei paused, looking at Si Lan in surprise, “I didn’t expect you to have such a good memory.”

 

Si Lan noticed Haowei’s gaze and was about to look at him, but Haowei quickly shifted his eyes away.

 

The two fell into a moment of silence. After a while, Si Lan suddenly got excited, “Since we’ve returned to ancient times, does that mean I can see my idol?”

 

Haowei furrowed his brows slightly, not understanding the term “idol,” but he could sense that Si Lan had a strong admiration for someone.

 

“Bian Rang is the son of the heavens, so he must have met Junli. As long as we follow him, I can see Junli too!”

 

Si Lan’s eyes sparkled, and Junli, who ruled the central heavens, governed with a perfect balance of gentle and firm methods and treated his people with humility and kindness. He was the only Son of the Heavens who was deeply loved by the people and naturally passed away in the Six Realms.

 

In his youth, Si Lan had read many books written by Junli and was drawn to his philosophy and unique actions that combined benevolence, kindness, and a touch of eccentricity.

 

In a way, Junli was Si Lan’s mentor in cultivation and understanding of the world.

 

Haowei, hearing this, smirked.

 

So Si Lan’s idol was Junli. Well, he quite liked Junli too. After all, the other two Sons of the Heavens were crazier.

 

“How boring,” suddenly came Bian Rang’s voice from the sedan chair. After a pause, his voice continued, “Go to the beast arena.”

 

“Yes, my lord.”

 

The servants changed direction and carried the sedan chair toward the beast arena.

 

Jiuying didn’t know what he should do, so he followed along. Along the way, Bian Rang didn’t speak to him again after asking his name.

 

Before they reached the beast arena, they heard a roar from inside. It was the roar of a lion, hoarse and filled with despair, sending shivers down their spines.

 

The air around was filled with a strong scent of blood, a mixture of the blood of countless ethnic warriors.

 

It wasn’t a city of corpses, yet it was filled with bones.

 

Jiuying’s eyes couldn’t help but turn red. His brother… also died here.

 

Bian Rang got off the sedan chair and glanced at Jiuying, but Jiuying didn’t avoid Bian Rang’s gaze. With red eyes, he stared directly at him.

 

Bian Rang looked slightly startled, then smiled but didn’t say anything. He sat on the high platform and lightly tapped the armrest of his chair. Jiuying was pushed over by a servant and obediently stood next to the chair.

 

In the arena, a massive male lion lay motionless in a pool of blood. Several servants worked together to drag the lion’s corpse away.

 

The despairing roar from earlier was the lion’s final struggle before death.

 

The one who defeated the lion was an earth dragon.

 

When Si Lan saw the earth dragon, he couldn’t help but glance at Haowei.

 

In ancient times, dragons weren’t classified into different ranks. At that time, earth dragons, celestial dragons, and true dragons were all part of the same lineage, so this earth dragon could be considered one of Haowei’s ancestors.

 

Haowei’s expression remained unchanged, and he gazed calmly at the arena.

 

Si Lan hadn’t expected this child to be delicate in temperament but fearless. If it were any other child, they would have probably been scared and sought refuge in his embrace.

 

After some thought, for the sake of the child’s healthy growth, Si Lan gently pulled Haowei into his arms and covered Haowei’s eyes with his hand.

 

“These scenes are too bloody for a child to watch.”

 

Haowei remained silent.

 

Haowei’s face appeared somewhat speechless, but he didn’t push away Si Lan’s hand. He even sensed a faint fragrance from Si Lan’s hand, which he found pleasant and didn’t want to let go of.

 

He used magic to see the scene in the arena through Si Lan’s hand.

 

After the lion was removed, a nine-headed snake was introduced into the arena.

 

On the high platform, Jiuying saw the nine-headed snake and became visibly excited. His eyebrows furrowed, and he stared intently without blinking.

 

Bian Rang casually asked a servant beside him, “How many mythical beasts has this earth dragon defeated?”

 

The servant replied, “To answer, my lord, the earth dragon has defeated six so far.”

 

Bian Rang clicked his tongue and lazily leaned back in his chair. “If it defeats this last one, it will be a seven-match winning streak. Impressive for an earth dragon.”

 

Perhaps recalling something, Bian Rang added with a smile, “Next time, let’s capture a true dragon and see how it fares.”

 

Jiuying glared at Bian Rang with a fierce look in his eyes, but Bian Rang seemed oblivious, still focused on the arena.

 

As if driven to madness, the earth dragon immediately rushed toward the nine-headed snake upon seeing it. The nine-headed snake evaded in a panic, but its nine heads simultaneously lunged at the earth dragon.

 

The earth dragon swung its tail and raised its dragon scales, striking at the nine-headed snake. Several heads of the snake were directly broken by the dragon’s tail, while others clung tightly to the dragon’s body.

 

Both the earth dragon and the nine-headed snake cried out in pain and tore into each other.

 

In no time, the arena was shattered, and a cloud of dust rose, obscuring the view of the spectators. The situation inside the arena couldn’t be seen clearly.

 

In the next moment, a black dragon claw emerged from the dust and lunged at Bian Rang on the high platform.

 

Bian Rang reacted swiftly, grabbing the claw instantly. At the same time, a massive snake head approached him, but Bian Rang twisted and evaded its attack.

 

The snake head tried to launch another attack, but Bian Rang had already moved to its rear, moving with incredible speed. He snapped the snake head with ease before it could react.

 

The giant dragon swung its battered tail, creating a powerful gust of wind that swept towards Bian Rang. Instead of dodging, Bian Rang’s eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty desire.

 

As the dragon’s tail neared Bian Rang’s head, he reached out and gripped it. With a crack, the tail broke, and the arena resounded with the dragon’s pained cry.

 

“You… you tyrant, you won’t die a good death!” With a deafening crash, the giant dragon fell to the ground, its huge bloodshot eyes never closing.

 

The nine-headed snake, with only one head remaining, was terrified and tried to flee.

 

Bian Rang watched the snake’s retreat, his eyes narrowing.

 

The dragon and the snake had actually conspired to betray together.

 

Bian Rang shook his head and gathered his energy in his right hand, forming it into a long sword that he thrust toward the nine-headed snake.

 

Seeing this, Jiuying immediately flew forward, attempting to defend against Bian Rang’s attack. However, his cultivation was inferior to Bian Rang’s, and he was injured by the energy, coughing up blood and falling into the arena.

 

The servants watched in shock. No one in the Nine Heavens had ever dared to block Bian Rang’s attacks. This newcomer didn’t seem to know his place.

 

Bian Rang continued to smile as he gently landed in the arena. At the same time, barriers appeared in the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

 

The arena darkened.

 

Bian Rang stood in front of Jiuying, showing keen interest. “You let that nine-headed snake escape. How about… you have a fight with me?”

 

Jiuying knew he was no match for Bian Rang, but at this moment, he didn’t back down. In response to Bian Rang’s words, he roared and revealed his true form, attacking Bian Rang.

 

Despite having nine heads, Jiuying’s attacks were futile against Bian Rang, who moved hundreds of times faster. Jiuying didn’t even see Bian Rang’s movements before Bian Rang had already grabbed his neck.

 

The more Jiuying struggled, the more frustrated he became. He increased his speed, launching a frenzied attack on Bian Rang. However, each of his attacks was effortlessly received and deflected by Bian Rang, as if he were playing with a child.

 

He couldn’t help but roar, “What’s the matter, you don’t have the strength?”

 

Bian Rang’s smile deepened, and his eyes showed a strong desire for blood. With a swift motion, he kicked Jiuying in the chest, making Jiuying cough up three mouthfuls of blood and fall into the arena.

 

Jiuying felt like his sternum was about to shatter. He couldn’t understand why this was happening. Now, his true form was hundreds of times larger than that person’s. He looked at that person as if they were a weak, helpless prey, but he couldn’t even get close to their body!

 

Why did such terrifying power exist?

 

What was the divine plan?

 

“Do you surrender?” Bian Rang asked with a smile that was almost a smirk.

 

Provoked, Jiuying didn’t want to give in. He roared and attacked Bian Rang again. With his nine heads and nine minds, he tried all sorts of strategies, but they were all dismantled one by one by Bian Rang.

 

Jiuying was once again brought down to the ground, covered in blood.

 

Bian Rang still wore a smile as he asked, “Do you surrender?”

 

In response, Jiuying launched another round of attacks. Bian Rang seemed patient and amused, never striking too hard, only pushing Jiuying back each time, repeatedly asking if Jiuying would surrender.

 

Jiuying never surrendered.

 

Si Lan, who was watching from the side, couldn’t help but silently concede victory to Jiuying in his mind. In the face of absolute power, no matter how hard an egg knocks its head against a stone, it will end up shattered.

 

Jiuying’s temperament was just too intense.

 

Suddenly, Si Lan felt that he should get to know Jiuying better.

 

Jiuying, panting heavily, was in human form, unable to return to his original form. His black clothes were drenched in blood, and his once bright eyes were now filled with it. He clenched his teeth and glared at Bian Rang.

 

Eight of his fingers were broken, but he used the remaining two to support himself, slowly standing up.

 

He was determined to kill Bian Rang!

 

If he could kill him, it would free his people and free Middle heaven.

 

Jiuying staggered toward Bian Rang. Bian Rang didn’t move, lowering his gaze to watch as Jiuying raised his hand towards him. However, Jiuying’s arm dropped weakly, his eyes closed, and he collapsed into Bian Rang’s arms.

 

Bian Rang chuckled softly, embracing Jiuying’s waist, his gaze fixed on Jiuying’s ear.

 

At this moment, Jiuying’s face was covered in blood, except for this ear, which remained pale.

 

“What a stubborn child.”

 

But he happened to like this stubbornness.


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Chapter 21 – Snake demon takes the body

Chapter 21

 

The face of this puppet appeared as if its features had been smoothed and made indistinct, making it impossible to see clearly. However, its body shape seemed to resemble that of a man.

 

Suddenly, a deep sigh escaped from within him. “Chong Ying, is this the place where you and your mother once struggled to survive? You must have gone through a lot in the past.”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

Seeing that Si Lan had misunderstood, Haowei didn’t explain. He lowered his gaze, surveying the surroundings. He felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart, which seemed to grow stronger the longer he stayed in this place.

 

He had no memories of his time in the mortal realm during his past lives because that was when he first “fell ill,” his internal energy was in turmoil, and he killed hundreds of thousands of malevolent spirits.

 

While those malevolent spirits had committed numerous sins, their convictions and punishments should have been decided by the Lord of the Underworld. His actions were a blatant violation of the natural order, which required him to descend to the mortal realm to undergo tribulations as penance.

 

In this life, he carried the burden of being the Star of Ill Omen, with a lonely and arduous destiny. He couldn’t have what he desired, loved, or cherished, and he would ultimately become detached and unattached.

 

His heavenly mother, seeing the hardships of his current life, had pity on him and, before his descent, consulted with the Divine Emperor. It was agreed that once he returned from his tribulations, he would forget everything related to the mortal realm.

 

He only knew that he had lived for twenty years in the mortal realm under the name Chong Ying, and nothing more.

 

He took the puppet with an indistinct face from Si Lan, and his fingers gently caressed it. In an instant, a picture flashed through his mind, showing two hands intertwined together, as if he were holding someone else’s hand and slowly carving the puppet.

 

Si Lan manipulated the formation once again, and they appeared in a new illusory world.

 

Haowei quickly refocused, putting away his previous thoughts, and stared in the direction Si Lan was looking. This time, they were in a bridal chamber.

 

Two incense burners released fragrant smoke, “Double the Happiness” characters adorned the window, red banners hung at the doorway, and a brown pearl curtain remained still in the absence of wind. On the rosewood table, there was an untouched wine jug.

 

This was the bridal chamber set up for Si Lan’s third wedding, and from the look of it, it was the scene before his new bride underwent her heavenly tribulation.

 

Si Lan lightly tapped the table, sighing softly. He hadn’t expected that the bridal chamber, which he thought he would never need, was being used now.

 

He lay down on the bed, patting the space beside him, inviting Haowei to come up. “We’ve had a tiring day. Rest here for a while.”

 

Haowei’s expression was peculiar, and he didn’t respond to Si Lan. Instead, he sat on a nearby bench, closed his eyes, and pondered, looking like an old sage.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but chuckle. He didn’t force the matter and closed his eyes to rest.

 

Before long, he fell asleep.

 

Haowei, however, kept his eyes open. Gazing through the lingering smoke, he looked at Si Lan lying on the bed.

 

Si Lan took off his jade crown, and his dark hair fell freely. His joyful expression accentuated the pinkish hue of his complexion, making him resemble a charming bride.

 

Haowei suddenly realized that his thoughts had taken a strange turn. He quickly adjusted his gaze and tried to maintain a composed expression.

 

 

In the following days, Si Lan continued to work on the Extremely Melodic Eight Trigrams Formation, seemingly unaware of the impending danger.

 

Haowei couldn’t help but wonder if Si Lan was overly optimistic or simply accepting of his fate. Instead of focusing on escaping, Si Lan seemed more interested in studying the formation. After three days, he finally mastered the secrets of the Extremely Melodic Eight Trigrams Formation, displaying the excitement of a child who had just acquired new knowledge.

 

Haowei marveled at how Si Lan, with such a broad-minded heart, had managed to maintain his position as the Demon Lord.

 

On the third day, Jiuying arrived as promised.

 

A colossal serpent head materialized out of thin air, with a pair of crimson, ferocious eyes. Jiuying regarded Haowei when he suddenly appeared within the formation and raised an eyebrow, scanning him from top to bottom.

 

After a moment, he spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously, “Could it be that this child is your offspring?”

 

Si Lan was taken aback and quickly denied, not wanting Jiuying to discover Haowei’s true identity. He deflected the conversation, “Have you harmed the disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sect and the Serpent Charm Clan?”

 

Jiuying hissed, and a snake-shaped aura swirled around him. He responded coldly, “If they willingly came to seek their deaths, I had no choice but to oblige.”

 

Hearing this, it seemed that nothing untoward had happened to the Mystic Spirit Sect and Serpent Charm Clan in the past few days.

 

Si Lan sighed, “After you took my physical body, could you promise to light incense for my parents every Mid-Autumn Festival?”

 

Jiuying looked somewhat displeased, “Are you making demands of me?”

 

Si Lan quickly clarified, fearing that Jiuying might discover Haowei’s true form and attempt to take control of his body. He changed the topic, “I promised my parents that I would visit them every Mid-Autumn Festival.”

 

After hearing this, Jiuying hesitated for a moment and then gave a curt “yes.”

 

The Eight Trigrams Formation underwent changes, and the illusory surroundings seemed to merge with new scenes.

 

Si Lan and Haowei found themselves in a vast cave. The cave’s walls had been eroded by water over the years, leaving behind colorful and eerie marks. The dim light illuminated the cave with a haunting quality.

 

Within the cave flowed an underground river, its waters trickling gently. On the other side of the river stood Quze, who had been waiting for them. When he saw Si Lan’s arrival, he appeared indifferent. However, upon noticing Haowei standing beside Si Lan, his eyes showed signs of wariness.

 

Behind Quze, a gigantic serpent head sculpture stood upright, displaying slight differences from the one Si Lan had seen before.

 

This sculpture had closed snake eyes and retracted fangs, as if it were in a deep slumber.

 

Si Lan was deeply moved and said, “I never expected that, after living for a thousand years, I would end up nurturing someone else’s body.”

 

Haowei looked up at Si Lan and, upon seeing the bridegroom on the bed, couldn’t help but feel uneasy. “Have I been misunderstanding something?”

“Haowei.

 

It seemed like he was worrying for no reason.

 

At this time, he was still thinking about the two of them forming a bond!

 

Jiuying gradually revealed its appearance, blocking the snake head statue behind it. Its eyes darkened, and a powerful aura instantly surged towards Si Lan, lifting him into the air and bringing him in front of it.

 

It circled around Si Lan, a satisfied expression on its face.

 

A race that should have gone extinct in the ancient times unexpectedly still had descendants after ten thousand years.

 

Tsk tsk.

 

It couldn’t hide its excitement, transforming into a tiny flower. At this moment, flower had turned into a snake spine, hanging above Si Lan’s head.

 

The tip of the tonyflower was like a sharp tool, piercing through Si Lan’s nape, causing Si Lan to reveal a pained expression. “Ugh…”

 

“I’m going to replace your spine with that of a snake.” Jiuying not only intended to restore his humanoid body but also planned to restore its true body, which would undoubtedly require snake bones.

 

Si Lan was in so much pain that his face turned ashen, cold sweat forming on his temples, and his hands clenched tightly, suppressing the tremors.

 

Haowei, seeing this, couldn’t help but have a tense expression. He tried to approach Si Lan to help, but was stopped by Quze.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Suddenly, a cry of pain from Si Lan echoed in the air. Haowei raised his head and saw that Jiuying had disappeared. All that was visible was a bright white light that enveloped Si Lan tightly. In the next moment, the light burst forth, and the world in front of them became blindingly white.

 

“Ugh… Ugh…” Si Lan’s cries of pain grew more urgent, continuously emanating from the light.

 

Haowei didn’t expect that Si Lan’s path in life was not one due to optimism but rather a lack of fear to face death.

 

He felt a sense of frustration as if he were trying to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. However, everything was obscured by the strong light, and he could only rely on Si Lan’s aura to move toward Si Lan’s path, but was stopped by Quze’s iron arm.

 

This troublesome disciple…

 

Out of anger, Haowei directly broke Quze’s iron arm.

 

Quze grunted, but still showed no fear. He used his remaining left hand to draw a long sword and attacked Haowei again.

 

Haowei evaded the sword energy and instantly appeared in front of Quze. He struck Quze’s chest with a palm.

 

Quze fell from mid-air and tumbled to the ground, vomiting blood.

 

In mid-air, the blinding white light gradually dissipated, and Haowei, with red eyes, looked at the figure in mid-air.

 

The person still wore the same blue clothes and jade belt, but for some reason, he felt that the entire person had changed.

 

“Si Lan” moved his neck and stretched his body. Slowly descending from mid-air, he had a deep and amused look in his eyes. “I’m very satisfied with this body.”

 

It had been a hundred thousand years, and he could finally touch himself again.

 

Thinking about this, Jiuying burst into laughter, with an arrogant and carefree expression. His hands gathered energy and struck the surroundings violently, causing rocks to tumble, and the earth to shake.

 

In front of him, the originally closed snake head statue slowly opened its eyes, revealing two dark doors. The right eye’s door held the transformed humanoid snake mother, while the left eye’s door held a purple-gold four-cornered box.

 

That box was none other than the Golden Crescent Immortal Box.

 

After venting his emotions, Jiuying walked strangely toward the Golden Crescent Immortal Box, holding a corner of it. He muttered, “Don’t worry… I will use the snake mother’s blood to resurrect you…”

 

After saying that, Jiuying suddenly reached out to the snake mother, and in the next instant, the snake mother was brought directly in front of Jiuying.

 

Jiuying pinched the snake mother’s neck, her face gradually losing its blood color, and blood spilling from the corners of her mouth. She struggled to hit Jiuying with both hands, but to no avail.

 

Jiuying’s eyeballs rolled rapidly, his face covered in sinister and terrifying snake patterns, and his nails turned into sharp weapons that pierced the snake mother’s neck.

 

Seeing that the snake mother’s life was hanging by a thread, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.

 

“Ah, I look a bit ugly like this, don’t I?”

 

“I still think that I should possess my own body.”


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Chapter 20 – Humanoid Little White Dragon

Chapter 20

 

Coffin?

 

Haowei raised his gaze, his eyes showing surprise.

 

“The sorcerer said that the Golden Jade Immortal Box was originally used to hold the essence pill of the deceased celestial beings. Later, it somehow ended up in the world of cultivation and was taken by the Xuan Ling Sect. When the first Sect Master of the Xuan Ling Sect passed away, he told his disciples that the Golden Jade Immortal Box contained the Vermilion Jade Pearl, which could protect and nurture the disciples’ cultivation, ensuring the eternal glory of the Xuan Ling Sect.”

 

“Vermilion Jade Pearl…” Haowei pronounced each word slowly. The Vermilion Jade Pearl was just an ordinary pearl that could gather the essence of heaven and earth, assimilating the essence of the sun and moon. If Jiuying wanted to advance their cultivation using the Vermilion Jade Pearl, it would be faster to figure out how to unseal its remaining eight heads.

 

“Wu Dao, please look up ancient texts again to see if there are any records of Jiuying and Bian Rang.”

 

Haowei had a feeling that the relationship between Jiuying and Bian Rang might not be as simple as the scant mentions in the ancient books.

 

Although Jiuying were one of the three ancient demon races, for the Son of Heaven, Bian Rang, their cultivation level was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. So, how did Jiuying manage to kill Bian Rang?

 

It might have been a swift, fatal sword strike, causing his soul to scatter.

 

“Understood.” Yu Wudao bowed to accept the order and then glanced past Haowei as if trying to assess the person in the hot spring.

 

Haowei, noticing this, instinctively blocked Yu Wudao’s line of sight.

 

Yu Wudao looked puzzled, and Haowei, with a stern expression, explained, “Don’t look. He has a piercing gaze.”

 

“…” Yu Wudao.

 

“Wu Dao, have you discovered his true form?” Haowei changed the subject.

 

“I’m still investigating. After I took a drop of his blood last time, I sensed the aura of a phoenix in his bloodline, so I suspect he might be an ancestor of the phoenix.”

 

“An ancestor of the phoenix…” Haowei mused slowly, lost in thought. Then he added, “Continue your investigation, and also, ahem… look into his history of having three wives.”

 

As he mentioned this, Haowei’s eyes flickered slightly, but luckily, Yu Wudao was still looking down, not noticing the anomaly.

 

“Of course.” Yu Wudao accepted the order and hesitated for a moment before asking, “Your Majesty, aren’t you going to help the Demon Lord break the formation? With your current cultivation, breaking the Extreme Sound Eight Trigrams Formation is child’s play.”

 

Haowei heard this and narrowed his long eyes, saying coldly, “He doesn’t need it.”

 

Previously, when he had transformed into a small white dragon, hiding in Si Lan’s arms, he had noticed that when Si Lan was under control and facing Jiuyings’ intimidation and Quze’s betrayal, his heartbeat remained normal. It wasn’t as rapid as it had been last night during the nightmares.

 

He was curious, wondering how long this calm Demon Lord could maintain his composure and what skills he had for a counterattack in dire situations.

 

Yu Wudao couldn’t help but feel that Haowei had become somewhat childish. In the past, even when Haowei’s physical form had turned small, his demeanor had remained mature. Yet now, in just a few days, it seemed like all the childishness within Haowei had surfaced.

 

It was the same face, but he appeared to be a different person.

 

What had this Demon Lord done?

 

Yu Wudao was curious but kept a calm expression, acknowledged the order, and then disappeared within the Six-Pointed Star Formation.

 

Haowei turned around, and through the thin soundproof barrier, he looked at the peacefully sleeping Si Lan.

 

A few strands of black hair clung to Si Lan’s cheeks, and water droplets slowly trickled down, caressing his fair skin. His long, dense eyelashes glistened in the mist.

 

His breathing was shallow, and the water’s surface moved gently. The mist enveloped him like a dream, making him appear like an exquisite sculpture of a deity.

 

Haowei’s gaze lowered slowly to Si Lan’s neck, and he saw the bite marks he had left there the last time.

 

The central area of the bite mark had scabbed and formed a scar, while the surrounding skin held faint traces of purplish bloodstains, creating an exclusive seal.

 

Haowei’s throat moved, and, as though guided by some unseen force, he leaned closer to Si Lan. The temperature of the hot spring had softened the surrounding air, enhancing the richness of Si Lan’s scent.

 

He breathed in Si Lan’s fragrance deeply. Strangely, he had never found anything about Si Lan’s scent off-putting.

 

His nostrils were filled with the scent of Si Lan, and strangely, he felt an inexplicable closeness to it. He was drawn to it.

 

Haowei’s lips lightly pressed against Si Lan’s neck, his gaze unwavering, focusing on Si Lan’s profile. When his teeth made contact with the delicate skin, he could even feel the flow of Si Lan’s blood.

 

He gently bit down, and at that moment, a blinding light suddenly emanated from where his teeth met Si Lan’s skin, adhering his teeth firmly to Si Lan’s neck!

 

He instinctively tried to pull away but found that instead of separating, his teeth were stuck due to the slippery edge of the pool. In his struggle, he tumbled into the warm spring.

 

At this moment, a pair of hands supported his body, lifting him out of the water.

 

Startled, he raised his eyes and, from below, saw Si Lan open his long eyelashes. In the mist, his deep black eyes were clear and captivating. His small, shapely nose and translucent skin made him look like an exquisitely beautiful deity.

 

Haowei glanced at Si Lan’s neck, and he saw that the bite marks from the previous time were still visible.

 

The bite mark had scabbed and scarred in the middle, while the edges had a faint purplish tint, with traces of dried blood.

 

Haowei’s heart suddenly raced, and his expression remained fierce.

 

Si Lan, seeing this, softened his tone and asked gently, “Why did you drink my blood?”

 

Haowei paid no attention to Si Lan and reached to place his hand on Si Lan’s chest, intending to break the enchantment forcefully.

 

However, Si Lan’s gentle voice, combined with his touch, began to work on Haowei’s irritation. He hesitated, then swallowed hard, muffled by his teeth. He spoke unclearly, sounding somewhat cute in his frustration.

 

Si Lan watched this and softened even further. He lowered his voice and asked, “Are you a mosquito spirit?”

 

Haowei didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his head away, his voice cold, “Put on your clothes quickly.”

 

Si Lan looked down and said, “Oh, we’re both boys. Why are you shy?”

 

“…” Little White Dragon.

 

A thousand-year-old boy?

 

A boy who kissed his forehead the first time they met and said he wanted to make a pact with him?

 

Si Lan, while getting dressed, asked, “Little White Dragon, what’s your name?”

 

Haowei hesitated and revealed the fake name he had used during his mortal trials, “Chóng Yǐng.”

 

Si Lan nodded and said, “Chóng Yǐng, a few days ago, I heard someone cursing me in my divine sense. Was that you?”

 

Haowei replied calmly, “No.”

 

Si Lan didn’t press further. He always felt a sense of guilt towards the little White Dragon. After all, he had nearly drowned him in wine back then.

 

Fortunately, he didn’t open the bottle, or his crime would have been much more significant.

 

“If I had known you could transform into a human form, I wouldn’t have taken you with me. Now you’re stuck with me in this place,” Si Lan remarked while continuing to dress.

 

Haowei heard this and his expression softened, “I could have escaped on my own, but you held me in your arms.”

 

Si Lan paused in his actions, realizing that when Haowei had been afraid, he had held the little White Dragon even closer.

 

“Cough, don’t worry; we can survive for three days… Oh, wait, two days. A day has already passed, and time is passing quickly.”

 

Haowei’s expression remained neutral.

 

Once Si Lan finished dressing, he patted Haowei’s head. He was about to comfort him but noticed that Haowei’s two dragon horns had disappeared. So, he knelt down and remarked, “It’s interesting; your two horns can retract and extend freely. When do your dragon horns come out?”

 

For some reason, the red blush that had faded from Haowei’s ears earlier began to creep back, and he replied coldly, “When I’m angry.”

 

Si Lan raised an eyebrow, finding this quite fascinating. Were they like the furry creatures of the Long Hair Clan who puffed up when angry? Did the scaled ones raise their ears when they were upset? Perhaps, in the future, he could determine if Haowei was angry based on his horns.

 

Si Lan thought this was amusing and couldn’t help but gaze at Haowei with a hint of curiosity.

 

Haowei noticed Si Lan’s gaze, and his eyebrows furrowed.

 

Si Lan didn’t think much about it, opened a storage pouch, and found only a wild fruit inside. He handed it to Haowei and said, “Let’s fill our stomachs for now.”

 

Haowei didn’t take the fruit and cautiously inquired, “Now that you’ve lost your cultivation, what’s your plan?”

 

Si Lan nonchalantly replied, “I’ll study the Eight Trigrams Array first.”

 

The Extremely Sound Eight Trigrams Array had eight directions and a central point, each sealing one of Jiuyings’ nine heads. The seal in the central position had somehow loosened, allowing one of Jiuyings’ heads to awaken.

 

This head was conveniently buried in a location where Lou Yu was in seclusion, so it had set its sights on him.

 

Jiuyings had used various tactics, beginning with dream manipulation to make Lou Yu attempt suicide, then using Lou Yu’s flesh to cultivate the Teng-Ying flower and reforge his spine with Yun Lan. Finally, they involved Quze to deceive Si Lan into breaking his own cultivation.

 

The planning was intricate and step-by-step.

 

Inside the Extremely Sound Eight Trigrams Array, there were over ten thousand illusory scenarios. Accidentally triggering a mechanism could lead to random teleportation to another illusion.

 

Originally, Jiuying had set up this formation to permanently imprison themselves, but they hadn’t expected it to be used against them after many years.

 

Si Lan used a small stone to draw a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams pattern on the ground. When he aligned the black dot in the pattern with the Hexagram of Li, the illusion in front of them suddenly changed, and they found themselves in a large hall.

 

The spacious hall had nothing but a half-carved dragon on the ceiling. It appeared unfinished, and Jiuying might have sculpted it themselves.

 

Were they in the process of restoring something?

 

Si Lan puzzled, “But didn’t Jiuying personally kill Bia…”


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Chapter 19 – The Passion of the Demon Lord

Chapter 19

 

The great serpent slowly opened its mouth, its voice hoarse and deep, “What a fine vessel.”

 

Si Lan’s lips twitched, “Exaggerated praise.”

 

“Heh.” Jiuying sneered, his head unmoving, only shifting his eyeballs, glancing left and right. It was as if he had already regarded Si Lan as his possession, assessing his utility.

 

Si Lan, on the other hand, remained calm, allowing Jiuying to scrutinize him. Jiuying couldn’t help but feel curious, “Aren’t you surprised to see me?”

 

“I’ve already learned of your identity from the Enchanting Serpent Clan. If you seek my physical form, you could have come to me directly. Why go through the trouble of harming Lou Yu?”

 

“I didn’t harm him. Quite the opposite, I fulfilled him. Even if he didn’t take his own life, his cultivation was already destroyed, descending into the demonic path, with little time left.”

 

Si Lan clenched his fingers tightly, his gaze cold as he looked at Jiuying. He heard Jiuying continue, “I helped him make amends for his guilt. In the Dream-Crafting Art, the Demon King still lives, and they both live well.”

 

Si Lan had heard about the ancient magical dream-making spell, which could bring a person who had lost his soul back to life, but this person could only live in a dream forever. Because only dreams are not controlled by the six realms, five elements, and the reincarnation of heaven, but such a spell has been lost for a long time, and I didn’t expect Jiuying to still be able to do it.

 

Si Lan asked suspiciously, “You would be so kind to help Lou Yu?”

 

“Of course, after all, he and I share the same problem.”

 

When Si Lan heard this, his eyes fell on Jiuying’s neck. Jiuying’s body was cut off directly from the neck. The wounds that had lasted for more than 100,000 years were scabbed into dark brown scars, which were still shocking. The scales near the scars were as white as blades. , like blades inserted into the neck.

 

How could Lou Yu and him have sympathy for each other?

 

Probably sensing Si Lan’s appraising gaze, Jiuying hissed, “When I was checking Lou Yu’s memory, I suddenly discovered your existence. You are simply a body container tailor-made for me.”

 

“…”

 

Si Lan said expressionlessly, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, I also like my physical body very much.”

 

“Do you think you have any other choice? Demon King Si Lan…” Jiuying spoke word by word, lowered his head a little, and looked at Si Lan level with his eyes. The huge red pupils were scarlet and terrifying, and they were not meant to intimidate. It goes without saying.

 

Si Lan’s expression remained motionless, “You just woke up from the confinement. You’ve lost eight heads and your body. Do you think you can beat me with your current cultivation level?”

 

“I can’t beat you, but what if you lose your cultivation?” Jiuying became angry and asked Si Lan coldly. It was shocked by Si Lan’s words, “Eight heads are gone, and eight bodies are gone.” Angry.

 

“How can it be?”

 

“How is it impossible?”

 

Si Lan’s expression changed slightly, he gripped the whip tightly, and tried to hit Jiuying’s head, but found that he couldn’t move his arm!

 

He seemed to have been caught by a restraining spell at this moment, unable to move his whole body. Even if he opened his lips and recited the incantation, the spell would not work.

 

How so?

 

What happened to his cultivation?

 

While Si Lan was in shock, a figure gradually appeared in the corner. The figure looked like a young man, not tall but with a slender figure. One hand hung by his side and the other behind his back.

 

It’s Quze.

 

Si Lan hurriedly said, “Quze, why are you here? Leave quickly!”

 

However, Quze was indifferent and walked over slowly, standing on Jiuying’s side, face to face with Si Lan.

 

Si Lan met Quze’s sinister and deep gaze, and seemed to understand something. He frowned and was speechless for a moment. The only person who could poison him quietly was Quze, and only if Quze handed him something, he would drink it without thinking.

 

After a long silence, Si Lan asked, “Why?”

 

Quze said nothing and raised his right arm that had been behind his back.

 

Although the mechanical arm was made neatly and swiftly, it was still not as good as his own hand. Every time the five iron fingers moved, a clicking sound came from the joints, as if they were about to break.

 

He has always been treated as a different person because of this arm. No matter how hard he practices, he is still not as good as those with perfect hands.

 

His cultivation level is now second only to the master of the Twelve Peaks in the Demon Realm. It is self-evident that the hardships involved.

 

Si Lan explained, “Quze, I did cut off your arm, but it happened for a reason. I didn’t mean to make you like this.”

 

Quze spoke calmly, “Your Majesty, no matter what the reason was, you still took it away. Now only Jiuying is willing to help me restore my arm, so I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

 

Si Lan still wanted to explain, but after Quze finished speaking, he turned around and left, his figure gradually disappearing in the darkness. Seeing this, Si Lan could only say to Quze’s back, “Quze, protect Xie Li.”

 

Quze didn’t respond, and Si Lan couldn’t help but whisper, “Little bastard.”

 

Realizing that Jiuying was still observing her body, Si Lan grimaced. She had never been looked up and down and looked up and down by someone of the same gender in such a long life.

 

“I will soak you in a hot spring, starve you for three days, empty out the accumulated food, and then take away your body.”

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

 

Took away your body…

 

Why is this statement so ambiguous?

 

He suddenly felt a little grateful for the two fish he ate last night. It was because of them that he could live for three more days.

 

Jiuying changed his formation, and the scene in front of him changed instantly, but in the blink of an eye Si Lan appeared in the hot spring. Now that his cultivation is under control, he is like a bird in a cage or a turtle in an urn, and the Jiuying no longer restrain his hands and feet.

 

“In three days, I want to see you clean. If you are still a little bit dirty, don’t blame me for digging out your belly and cleaning your internal organs.

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

After speaking, Jiuying cast a spell to take off Si Lan’s clothes. Si Lan’s body was suddenly exposed, and he was so frightened that he quickly hid in the hot spring water, seemingly frightened, “Why are you so rude?”

 

Jiuying didn’t say a word, and the huge head disappeared out of thin air.

 

The moment Si Lan’s clothes were taken off, the little white dragon was caught off guard and slid down from Si Lan’s arms. It easily grabbed Si Lan’s thighs and stabilized his body. As a result, he raised his head and looked in his eyes before blushing instantly.

 

Si Lan lowered his head and found something hanging underneath. He couldn’t help laughing and picked up Haowei from the water.

 

At this moment, all the silver scales on Haowei’s body turned pink. When he was fished out of the water, the water droplets slid across the scales, creating a blush that made Haowei look even more pink.

 

The two pink dragon horns are crystal clear, like coral in the deep sea.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but poke the dragon’s horn. He noticed that Haowei’s body trembled slightly and subconsciously covered his body with his four claws. Si Lan’s lips smiled even more happily.

 

“We are both men, why are you shy?”

 

“…” Haowei.

 

It seems that he was not safe in public either…

 

After all, how many people will say they want to form a contract upon meeting for the first time?

 

On the contrary, Si Lan became curious from its overtly vigilant behavior. He remembered that ancient books mentioned dragons as creatures that lay eggs, have two genitalia, and are sexually promiscuous. He didn’t know if it was true…

 

His gaze wandered downward, passing over the inch by inch scales on Haowei’s belly. Haowei had a vague sense that something was amiss, and a chill ran down its spine. Before it could react, its tail was lifted high.

 

Haowei tried to shake off Si Lan’s hand, but at that moment, Si Lan caught its tail. A shiver ran through its back, and a tingling sensation spread from the bottom up.

 

“There’s just one…” Si Lan’s voice was gentle, a look of disappointment on his face. He released Haowei’s tail. “It seems the books aren’t entirely accurate.”

 

Haowei understood what Si Lan was referring to, and its scales turned a deeper shade of red. It couldn’t help but grind its teeth.

 

Shameless Demon Lord.

 

Did he have no shame at all? How could he lift its tail to look?!

 

“Still a bit small,” Si Lan suddenly said, seemingly without rhyme or reason.

 

Haowei heard this and was thoroughly enraged. How could it be small? It was currently in its young dragon form, so, naturally, it was smaller!

 

It had never been called small all its life.

 

Feeling its true dragon aura slighted, it wanted him to know that it wasn’t small, and there was another one hidden under the scales.

 

Haowei used its divine sense and spoke in a stern tone, “Demon Lord!”

 

However, at some point, Si Lan had closed his eyes and leaned against a rock in the pool, peacefully sleeping.

 

Si Lan had been on edge for quite some time and hadn’t rested properly.

 

The hot spring had a comfortable temperature and fine water quality, with wisps of water vapor. Immersed in it, he felt his mind relax, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

 

Haowei’s golden eyes shifted slightly as it gazed deeply at him. “He’s truly audacious.” Even though he was imprisoned, and it seemed his body would be taken from him, he was still able to leisurely take a bath and rest with an air of confidence.

 

Haowei crawled out of the water, reverting to the appearance of a five or six-year-old child. It glanced around and confirmed the presence of a massive formation here, the Extreme Sound Eight Trigrams Array.

 

This was the formation used to seal Jiuying ten thousand years ago.

 

The Xuanling Mountain, the hidden passage, and even the forest at the foot of the Xuanling Mountain were all places used to seal Jiuying’s nine heads. These areas were all covered by the Extreme Sound Eight Trigrams Array, and there should have been no issues. However, somehow, a part of the formation was missing, allowing one of Jiuying’s heads to awaken.

 

This was what had caused Jiuying to wreak havoc.

 

The little white dragon cast a spell to block Si Lan’s senses, and then it drew a Hexagram formation in thin air. Soon, a black-robed immortal appeared within the formation.

 

Upon seeing the little white dragon, Yu Wudao immediately paid his respects. “Your Majesty.”

 

“How is the investigation into the Golden Pearl Immortal Box proceeding?” The last time Haowei visited the Heavenly Court, it found a brief mention in the ancient texts of the entanglement between Jiuying and Bian Rang, only three lines long.

 

In the beginning when the world was created, the Three Sons of the Heavenly Dao were placed in the following places; Middle Wilderness, Middle Heaven, and Middle Elegance.

 

Bian Rang, of the Middle Wilderness, was bloodthirsty.

 

He subjugated Jiuying, but was ultimately subjugated by Jiuying and met his end.

 

Combined with what the double-headed Enchanting Serpent had said, Haowei could roughly piece together what had happened ten thousand years ago.

 

Bian Rang had been ruthless and cruel during his rule in Middle Wilderness, enslaving the Nine-Headed Serpent clan. He was ultimately killed by Jiuying. Afterward, the Nine-Headed Serpent clan faced heavenly punishment due to Jiuying’s transgressions, and Jiuying was brutally killed.

 

However, it was unclear why Jiuying had sought the Golden Pearl Immortal Box.

 

So before leaving the Heavenly Court, Haowei had ordered Yu Wudao to investigate the Golden Pearl Immortal Box.

 

“Your Majesty, I’ve found the craftsman who made the Golden Pearl Immortal Box. He said that it’s actually a kind of secondary coffin.”


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Chapter 18 – First meeting with Jiuying

 Chapter 18

 

Si Lan slept deeply this time, but he had another nightmare.

 

In the dream, he couldn’t perform any magic, couldn’t make a sound, and was chased by a sinister and terrifying snake-headed creature. No matter how hard he tried to escape, he couldn’t get away. In the end, he was devoured by the creature, his body slowly corroding, turning into a pool of blood.

 

He was awakened by the small white dragon in his arms, his head filled with momentary confusion. Si Lan looked around, and the disciples of the Profound Spirit Sect and the Enchanting Serpent Clan were still resting. His two disciples were quietly meditating nearby.

 

He touched his sore left cheek and looked at the small white dragon in confusion. “Why did you suddenly hit me?”

 

The small white dragon gave him a disdainful look.

 

Initially, it had intended to drink Si Lan’s blood, but it noticed Si Lan’s abnormally fast heartbeat, as if he was having a nightmare. Seeing him in distress, it used its claw to wake him up.

 

Sometimes kindness goes unappreciated.

 

“My Lord, is everything alright?” Quze heard Si Lan’s voice and opened his eyes, asking.

 

Si Lan touched the dragon horn. “It’s nothing.”

 

Dragons, aside from having impenetrable scales, generally did not allow people to touch their horns. But this Si Lan repeatedly touched Haowei’s dragon horn.

 

Haowei was about to explode with anger.

 

Enduring humiliation for just a sip of blood was truly a heavy burden.

 

Quze got up, went to the stream to fetch some water, and came back to give some to Si Lan and Xie Li to drink.

 

The small white dragon observed Quze, who was busy, and narrowed its golden eyes slightly. It was quite interesting to see how this person, who seemingly had sinister intentions, took care of Si Lan so meticulously. He even did a better job than a servant, which explained why Si Lan didn’t suspect him.

 

The disciples of the Profound Spirit Sect and the Enchanting Serpent Clan woke up one after the other. Despite a peaceful night, they now faced each other in a renewed state of confrontation in the morning.

 

Seeing that they were about to engage in a dispute again, Si Lan spoke first, “If everyone’s injuries are mostly healed, let’s return to the Profound Spirit Mountain today to assess the situation.”

 

“Lord Si Lan, we of the Profound Spirit Sect can go back on our own. There’s no need for them to accompany us,” Xu Yi said, casting a cold glance at the two-headed snake.

 

Before Si Lan could respond, the two-headed serpent sneered and said, “If it weren’t for finding the Snake Mother, do you think we’d bother going to that wretched place?”

 

“You…”

 

Upon hearing such insolent words, the disciples of the Profound Spirit Sect immediately drew their longswords, intimidating the two-headed serpent. The small serpentlings extended their forked tongues, their eyes filled with anger.

 

Si Lan shook his head with a hint of helplessness and said, “I see you’re all in good spirits. Let’s set out now.”

 

After speaking, he paid no further attention to them and directly used magic to fly towards the Profound Spirit Mountain. Quze and Xie Li followed by his side.

 

At this moment, Xie Li felt a bit scared and thought that the human realm was too dangerous. He wanted to return to the demon realm. However, Quze and his master chose to stay, so he reluctantly clung to a piece of Si Lan’s robe with a mournful expression.

 

When Si Lan landed on the Profound Spirit Mountain, he saw that the mountain had been split in half. One half had been shattered into pieces, with huge rocks crushing the Qiong Lou Jade Pavilion, turning its once vibrant beauty into smoke and dust. The other half of the mountain was stained with the fresh blood of the Enchanting Serpent Clan, and the crimson stains had long since dried, resembling brown scars etched on the surface of the rocks.

 

The air around was filled with the pungent smell of snake blood mixed with debris, creating an eerie and unpleasant atmosphere.

 

In this world, there were countless complexities and karmic entanglements, making it challenging for people to navigate.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but feel a sense of contemplation. The Immortal who once saved the common people ended up succumbing to his own darkness.

 

He wondered if Lou Yu thought about his Profound Spirit Sect and his path in the final moments. Perhaps he did but ultimately chose to abandon them.

 

“Master, Master, they are here!”

 

A sudden scream interrupted Si Lan’s thoughts. He immediately flew towards the direction of the voice and found a corner of a red wedding dress exposed under a pile of rocks.

 

Si Lan used magic to move the rocks, gradually revealing the faces of Lou Yu and Yun Lan. Their bodies were protected by an array, preventing them from being disfigured by the impact.

 

At this moment, Lou Yu and Yun Lan were wearing wedding attire, with Yun Lan leaning against Lou Yu’s chest. They appeared peaceful, like a pair of lovers who had embraced their fate.

 

Si Lan had previously speculated that Jiuying might want Lou Yu’s body, but he didn’t expect Lou Yu’s body to still be here. Whose body did Jiuying want?

 

Suddenly, a sentence Yun Lan had said echoed in Si Lan’s mind, “I’m sorry for bringing you here; I had no other choice. My only wish in this life is to marry my senior brother.”

 

At that time, he was in a hurry to take Yun Lan away and didn’t think about the meaning of her words. Now, upon careful consideration, it seemed he understood why Yun Lan had apologized.

 

Perhaps the body Jiuying wanted wasn’t Lou Yu’s but his own.

 

For a moment, Si Lan didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. He never expected his original form, the “wild chicken,” to be so popular.

 

Xu Yi and the other disciples knelt beside the bodies of Lou Yu and Yun Lan, their eyes red and teary.

 

As the sky gradually darkened, dark clouds rolled and thunder and lightning appeared in the distance, indicating an impending rainstorm.

 

In a solemn tone, Si Lan said, “Xu Yi, please bury Lou Yu and Miss Yun Lan as soon as possible.”

 

Xu Yi nodded with teary eyes and made a solemn vow by their bodies, “Master, I will seek vengeance for you!”

 

Heavy rain poured down, transforming the world into a misty gray.

 

The disciples of the Profound Spirit Sect, enduring the rain, carried out a joint burial for Lou Yu and Yun Lan.

 

Lou Yu’s soul was given to the Moth King, while his body stayed with Yun Lan, fulfilling their karmic debt in this lifetime.

 

However, his ordeal was not successfully transcended.

 

On the other side, the Enchanting Serpent Clan, braving the rain, searched for the Snake Mother’s aura. They scoured the entire Profound Spirit Mountain but found no trace of her.

 

The Tong Dan bead indicated that the Snake Mother’s aura was nearly imperceptible, hanging by a thread of life.

 

The two-headed serpent held the Tong Dan bead tightly, sitting dejectedly on a pile of rubble. They couldn’t save the Snake Mother, and living no longer seemed meaningful. The small serpentlings lay limp beside the two-headed serpent, seemingly feeling that snake life had lost its meaning, drooping their heads.

 

After Si Lan had handled Lou Yu’s affairs, he returned to see a group of snakes, both large and small, looking disheartened.

 

“Is there any trace of the Snake Mother?” Si Lan inquired.

 

The two-headed serpent shook its heads.

 

Even though they had used the blood of the Enchanting Serpent Clan to forge the Tong Ying, why hadn’t Jiuying released the Snake Mother yet?

 

Si Lan contemplated, “I know where the Snake Mother was previously kept. Let’s go there and see if we can find any clues.”

 

Upon hearing this, the two-headed serpent’s eyes lit up. “Good.”

 

Si Lan beckoned his two young disciples to follow him. He didn’t know what Jiuying planned to do, but he had a feeling that the enemy might come to them, so he needed to ensure the safety of his two young disciples.

 

The waterfall on the Profound Spirit Mountain had also been split in two, with the water flow diverted. The creek bed was now filled with bare, smooth pebbles. Si Lan used magic to move a massive stone, revealing a dim, hidden passage in front of everyone.

 

The disciples of the Profound Spirit Sect exchanged bewildered glances, surprised to discover such a hidden passage despite having lived on the Profound Spirit Mountain for so long.

 

“How can there be such a passage?”

 

“Could our master have really captured the Snake Mother and kept her here?”

 

“It wasn’t our master who did it; someone controlled him,” Xu Yi coldly interrupted the discussions of his junior disciples.

 

The junior disciples lowered their heads, and the atmosphere remained silent.

 

At this moment, a harsh, mocking laughter broke the silence.

 

“Heh.”

 

Xu Yi turned around in anger and saw a young man among the small Enchanting Serpent Clan members. His neck was wrapped in gauze, and he stared coldly at Xu Yi.

 

Xu Yi frowned and examined the young man before realizing the familiar, unpleasant aura emanating from him. He recognized the black-robed youth as the two-headed enchanting serpent.

 

The two-headed serpent wanted to descend into the underground passage, but its true form was too massive, so it assumed a human-like appearance.

 

Xu Yi wryly warned his junior disciples, “Be careful, don’t break your necks down there; after all, we don’t have two heads like someone else.”

 

“…” the black-robed youth.

 

As they proceeded deeper into the tunnel, the light grew dimmer. Si Lan conjured a small flame to illuminate the way and cautioned everyone, “Watch your step.”

 

The sound of dripping water became increasingly distinct in the confined space, like it was suspended above each person’s ears, causing them to hold their breath and heightening their anxiety.

 

At the end of the stone path, the first thing they saw was a massive circular platform. Above the platform hung an iron cage covered in runes, but the cage was empty, with no sign of the Snake Mother.

 

Si Lan remembered that when Song Guang had touched the iron cage last time, the circular platform beneath his feet had instantly opened, revealing a secret chamber that concealed the Snake Mother. He wondered whether the Snake Mother was still in that secret chamber.

 

He instructed everyone to step back and then used magic to blast the circular platform open, revealing the hidden chamber inside.

 

Although the secret chamber was large, it was completely empty. They searched the area but found no clues, leaving them with no progress.

 

Si Lan couldn’t comprehend why the Golden Jade Immortal Box, which was a treasure of the Profound Spirit Sect, was supposed to be somewhere near the Profound Spirit Mountain, yet they hadn’t found any traces in these places.

 

As he pondered this in the front, he suddenly noticed a dark shadow pass by. He immediately chased after it. Not forgetting to instruct Quze, “Quze, protect everyone!”

 

“Yes,” Quze replied as he pulled Xie Li behind him.

 

“What’s happening?”

 

“What’s going on?”

 

While the group was still puzzled, another dark shadow suddenly flashed by. It resembled a snake head.

 

The disciples of the Profound Spirit Sect and the Enchanting Serpent Clan chased after this shadow together.

 

Si Lan followed the shadow, but as he moved further, he saw a massive stone wall covered with moss and brown stains at the end. The moss seemed to move on its own, and the stains appeared and disappeared, creating an eerie and quiet atmosphere that exuded a sense of strangeness.

 

“Master… help…” Xie Li’s voice suddenly came from behind Si Lan. Without thinking much, he turned around and walked back toward the sound.

 

But in the next instant, the path in front of him changed. The passage suddenly veered in a different direction, and a wooden door engraved with snake patterns appeared out of nowhere.

 

Si Lan examined his surroundings, and his gaze finally fell to the ground beneath his feet. He realized he was standing on the central point of the Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams. He understood that this stone path wasn’t just a path; it was a formation. Touching different restrictions would open different doors leading to different worlds.

 

The door in front of him seemed to be deliberately luring him.

 

Si Lan concealed his aura and extended his hand to push the door open. Inside, he saw a stone wall carved with a giant snake head. Its eyes were blood-red, and its fangs were fierce and lifelike, exuding a sense of fear. This snake head resembled the one in his dream, which had devoured him.

 

In the corner, the Snake Mother was bound by iron chains, lying on the ground, barely conscious.

 

Seeing Si Lan’s arrival, she slowly raised her head and moved her lips.

 

However, her voice was too faint for Si Lan to hear. But by observing her lip movements, it seemed she was trying to convey a message, perhaps urging him to escape.

 

Nevertheless, he thought, “No risk, no reward.”

 

Si Lan drew his Xuanxin whip and continued to step forward.

 

At that moment, the stone statue of the snake head suddenly came to life. The snake head swayed slowly, with thin, long eyes, fiery-red pupils that gleamed, and scales between the brows that resembled snow. It extended its snake tongue, which was like a venomous thread, toward Si Lan, approaching him. An immense pressure filled the entire stone cavern, accompanied by the strong hostility exuding from the giant snake, sending chills down one’s spine.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that this was the last of the Nine-Headed Serpents from ancient times.

 

The small white dragon in his arms suddenly moved. Si Lan thought it was scared and gently stroked its head to comfort it, saying, “Don’t be afraid; I’m here.”

 

However, the small white dragon had no fear. It just wanted to go along and see what Jiuying looked like. Plus, it had sensed a familiar aura of malevolence emanating from Jiuying, reminiscent of the person who had disrupted its tribulation. This made it curious about the connection between Jiuying and that person.


T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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