Chapter 19 The Demon Lord Goes to the Human Realm! (Includes VIP announcement)

When the Divine Lord brought Hua Xun back to White Mist Cliff, Hua Xun's expression was still dazed.

The appearance of the ancient demon beast was suspicious, and the Divine Lord still had to return to Fuyu Mountain to find out the truth. However, just as he was about to leave, Hua Xun, who had been silent all the way, gently grabbed his sleeve.

The deity lowered his head to look at her and said gently, "I will be right back."

Hua Xun raised her head, looked at him intently for a moment, and then slowly released her grip.

The deity transformed into golden light and vanished into the world.

Hua Xun remained seated at his desk in the Divine Lord's Hall, staring blankly at the empty prayer mat opposite him.

It took me a long time to realize what I had just discovered.

—She fell in love with God.

In an instant, Hua Xun felt her chest filled with the shyness of a young girl.

The daily interactions with the deity flashed before my eyes.

A gentle god, a patient god, a god who prepared food for her, a god who taught her cultivation...

But in the next instant, a thin veil of sorrow veiled my heart.

That's a deity!

A god-king who is without sorrow or joy, without emotion or desire.

He should be held high on a temple platform by all living beings, observing the world and protecting the three realms.

For him, romantic love was nothing but a desecration.

Hua Xun's eyebrows and eyes gradually drooped, enveloped in an unprecedented sense of loss.

After an unknown amount of time, clouds and mist began to surge outside White Mist Cliff.

Hua Xun suddenly looked up, quickly ran outside, the disappointment on her face still lingering, but her eyes already sparkling with light: "My Lord..."

The sound stopped when they saw who it was.

A young immortal lord in red robes stood before the peach trees that had not yet blossomed, looking at her. His high ponytail swayed in the celestial mist, unable to conceal his arrogance.

Judging from his refreshed appearance, one could tell that he had regained his immortal power.

Hua Xun was listless, but still greeted him politely: "Immortal Lord".

Xiao Yunxi said unhappily, "What kind of expression is that? Do you really not want to see this Immortal Lord?"

Hua Xun paused, then forced a smile: "Immortal Lord, what brings you here?"

Xiao Yunxi's face darkened even more: "His smile is uglier than his tears."

Hua Xun suppressed his smile and frowned: "If you've come to mock me, please leave."

At this point, she suddenly remembered something and looked at him cautiously: "You don't mean you still want to drive me out of White Mist Cliff, do you?"

"You female cultivator... little demon!" The young man, quick to anger, immediately exploded, but then remembered something, calmed down, and reluctantly said, "This immortal lord has come to apologize to you."

Hua Xun was stunned, incredulous: "You apologize to me?"

"What?" Xiao Yunxi sneered. "If the Divine Lord hadn't ordered me to come, do you think I would have come?"

Hua Xun's breath hitched: "Did the Divine Lord send you?"

"uh-huh."

Hua Xun stood blankly in the clouds.

She remembered the children in the human world who threw stones at her, and whenever she looked over, they would cry out in fear, calling for "Mother."

Then, one by one, the adults rushed over, shielding the children behind them, watching her cautiously, and then took the children's hands and walked towards home.

Now, she has a god who will protect her.

Although this god will protect everyone.

Hua Xun pursed her lips: "I accept the Immortal Lord's apology," she said, adding, "I also want to thank the Immortal Lord for concealing my identity."

She knew that if the immortal sects knew she was a demon, they would have already come to the divine lord to beg for her expulsion.

“You saved this immortal lord, how could this immortal lord be an ungrateful villain?” Xiao Yunxi raised her eyebrows and said, then snorted, “No wonder you reacted so strongly when this immortal lord said you were born in the year of the crow.”

"So it really is a crow."

“Crows are not meant to bring bad luck,” Hua Xun said earnestly, then added, “Immortal Lord kept my secret, and I will keep your secret too. I will never tell anyone about what happened in the cave, and I will pretend it never happened.”

Xiao Yunxi was slightly taken aback, her eyebrows drooping slightly. After a long while, she scoffed, "That's excellent."

Having said that, Hua Xun had nothing more to say and fell silent.

Xiao Yunxi remained standing in the same spot, staring at her silently.

After waiting for a while and seeing that he hadn't left, Hua Xun approached him in confusion: "Immortal Lord, is there anything else?"

Xiao Yunxi reacted strongly to her sudden approach, taking half a step back: "It's nothing."

When he recalled seeing her holding the deity and weeping in the dense forest, he felt a brief yet complex bitterness in his heart, which he attributed to his anger at the deity for being desecrated.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yunxi said, "From now on, you must not do anything out of line with the Divine Lord, otherwise, this Immortal Lord will send you away again."

Then, it turned into a ball of fire and disappeared into the sky.

Hua Xun stared at his afterimage; he was still as rude as ever.

Perhaps it was the fear she had felt in the cold, dark cave these past few days that made Hua Xun feel a long-lost sense of fatigue.

Back in her room, she slumped into the soft, luminous silk and drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

When I woke up again, it was already night at White Mist Cliff.

Hua Xun opened her eyes and stared at the palace dome for a while before her consciousness suddenly returned.

She hurriedly got up and opened the window. When she saw the white figure standing quietly on the edge of the cliff, her heart skipped a beat.

The deity still stood before the flowerbed, his body enveloped in a holy, hazy divine light, as perfect and flawless as the bright moon, gazing gently at the small patch of swaying flowers.

That unchanging, compassionate gaze, just as he looked at her, and at all living beings and things.

Hua Xun pursed her lips, slowed her pace, and quietly walked out of the palace toward the figure.

In the past, the God could sense her presence as soon as she appeared, and he would then call out to her with a smile.

But today, even as she walked to a spot not far behind the God, he remained standing there, seemingly unaware.

Hua Xun walked through the protective divine light surrounding the Divine Lord in confusion. Just as he was about to speak, he stopped in his tracks. His sea of ​​consciousness surged with waves, and a piercing pain shot through his brow.

"God, please bless my Zhang family to have an heir!"

"Here's some silver for you; you must ensure I live a life of wealth and luxury."

"May the Divine Lord Yisheng Zhaohui bless me to learn medical books as soon as possible, improve my medical skills, and relieve the suffering of my neighbors."

"I've offered you so much gold and silver, God, please let my widowed wife die a violent death!"

"The temple was empty, so the body was hidden in the wall behind the shrine."

"I don't want to die, God..."

"By the divine ruler above, may my cousin, who passed the imperial examination with flying colors, be afflicted with a terrible disease, and may his fame vanish like a phantom."

"I, the believer, am willing to offer ten years of my life in exchange for my mother's recovery from illness. I pray that the deity will grant my wish."

"Why are they so happy? I ask for nothing, but I beg the God to send down a calamity so I can see them crying out in despair."

"Divine Lord..."

Countless clamorous prayers surged forth in an instant, overwhelming her every inch of consciousness like a curse.

This pain transcends physical suffering; every malicious prayer is like a red-hot branding iron, etched into the soul, unforgettable, and leaving no peace.

The chaotic sounds instantly dissipated when a cool, warm touch touched the space between his brows.

Only a gentle voice slowly rang out: "Calm your mind, concentrate."

Hua Xun guided the chaotic magical power within her body, following the divine power at the crease between her brows.

After a long while, Hua Xun slowly opened her eyes and realized that she was already in tears.

The deity stood before her, his voice as gentle as ever: "I was momentarily distracted and implicated you."

Hua Xun was stunned.

This was the first time she had seen the God appear "lost in thought," but she was more concerned with another question: "Can the God always hear those sounds?"

The deity nodded and smiled: "I can hear all the prayers that all beings make to me."

"Will the deity suffer the same pain I felt just now?"

She never wanted to relive that kind of torment, as if her soul were being tormented in molten lava again and again.

The deity smiled but did not answer the question.

Hua Xun remained silent for a long time before saying again, "Thank you, Divine Lord."

"Um?"

Hua Xun: "You saved me, healed my wounds, and also, have Immortal Lord Yunxi apologize to me."

"He made things difficult for you because of me; both of us have our faults."

Hua Xun quickly replied, "I have never blamed the Divine Lord."

The deity smiled and said, "You don't blame me; it's your leniency that makes me unable to pretend I don't know."

Hua Xun raised her eyes and stared at him intently until the Divine Lord looked at her, then she hurriedly looked away: "Divine Lord, you have returned to Fuyu Mountain again. Have you found anything?"

The Divine Lord's gaze pierced through the clouds and mist, falling into the distance: "The Teng Serpent was suppressed by Luo He back then. Now that the Teng Serpent has emerged, Luo He also has a glimmer of hope."

Hua Xun exclaimed in surprise: "Does that mean that the God still has members of his own kind in the world?"

The deity looked at her again, seemingly puzzled: "Why are you joyful?"

“Me?” Hua Xun said seriously, “In this way, the God-King will have more people of his own kind... He will no longer exist alone in this world.”

The deity was still puzzled, but did not ask again. He simply raised his long finger, and a point of golden light gathered at his fingertip.

Then a prayer came from the golden light: "My husband has been in a coma for two years and has not woken up since. I, Qinglian, am willing to observe a vegetarian diet for three years in exchange for my husband's awakening."

His voice was hoarse and lifeless, as if he had lost all vitality.

Hua Xun looked at the God-King with a puzzled expression.

The Divine Lord said, “I asked the Teng Snake, and it awoke two years ago. I also explored Mount Fuyu, but I did not find any trace of Luohe.”

Even after ten thousand years of death, the aura of a god will not easily dissipate; instead, it will transform into celestial energy, nourishing all things.

"The Divine Lord?"

The Divine Lord lowered his eyes and looked at the golden light at his fingertips: "I sensed the aura of Luo He's Heavenly Soul on the person who made the prayer."

Hua Xun asked in surprise, "Does the Divine Lord mean that the Divine Lord Luo He is in the human realm?"

The deity said gently, “A god has three souls: the heavenly soul, the earthly soul, and the divine soul.”

"Luo He's celestial soul resides in the human realm."

Hua Xun asked, "If we collect the Heavenly Soul, Earthly Soul, and Divine Soul, will we be able to resurrect Lord Luo He?"

“That’s only right,” the deity turned his head, thinking that the child’s hard work was ultimately just empty talk, and smiled slightly, “You have already learned many magical techniques and mental arts, would you like to come with me to the human world for some experience?”

Go to the human realm with the deity?

Hua Xun's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "I'm willing."

*

Demon race.

Qingjiao carried a bowl of congee and walked slowly toward the inner hall, her beautiful face and eyes relaxed.

During this period of time, she could sense that the relationship between her and Baili had eased considerably.

He no longer resorted to sarcasm, nor did he often lose focus when facing her. He even met with the demons together.

Everyone said they were "perfectly matched" and "a match made in heaven".

At such times, Baili would always curl the corners of his lips and say, "That's how it should be."

only……

He still didn't trust anyone, didn't get close to anyone, and even... never slept again.

The only dish was congee, which she had casually cooked once. He drank it and complained that it was "disgusting," but he finished it all.

Qingjiao remembered it, and after that, he drank it several more times.

As Qingjiao entered the palace, she immediately spotted Baili Sheng cultivating.

His handsome face was almost otherworldly, his skin so white it was almost translucent, like cold jade that had never seen the sun or moon, with only his thin lips showing a hint of red.

He was surrounded by a powerful demonic aura, cold and gloomy.

Hearing footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes, his slightly reddened pupils gradually losing their redness as he saw who it was.

"Baili, let's rest first." Qingjiao smiled.

She knew that he had expended too much of his magical power to revive the demon warriors.

Baili Sheng responded lightly, glanced at the congee in the bowl, paused, as if remembering something, chuckled, and slowly drank it down.

Qingjiao looked at him tenderly, and seeing that his robes were slightly disheveled, she stepped forward to help him straighten them.

Before she could get close, Baili Sheng suddenly dodged her hand.

Qingjiao's hand froze in mid-air for a long time before she managed a forced smile: "I was too abrupt."

After staying in the palace for a while, Qingjiao got up and left.

Baili Sheng remained seated, his brows furrowed.

In that brief moment, he suddenly remembered something trivial.

In that simple house in the human realm, he recuperated on his bed while the little demon beside him flipped through a storybook, its expression quite varied.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he was happy, and sometimes he was in a daze.

In the end, he slammed the storybook on the table and angrily said he wouldn't read it anymore.

He asked her why.

She replied: That scholar clearly already has a wife, yet he was still seduced by the little fox. How absurd!

She also said: We crows only have one mate in our lives. If a man has an affair, he should be divorced. He is dirty and stinking!

I shouldn't remember, but I remember clearly even the ray of sunlight that shone through the window at that time.

Baili Sheng pursed his thin lips, trying to dispel those annoying memories.

Outside the palace, which is usually quiet, a few unusual noises could be heard.

Baili Sheng initially didn't want to pay attention, but the next moment he sensed something, his body stiffened slightly, and a moment later his body transformed into thick fog, appearing in mid-air outside the palace.

"Lord!" In an instant, all the demon guards knelt on the ground.

Baili Sheng's gaze fell on a demonic cultivator being held down by the demonic guards.

That demonic cultivator possessed spiritual energy and a golden core; he must have been a cultivator who had switched paths from immortality.

Most importantly, he sensed a faint, familiar aura emanating from him.

"Who is he?" Baili Sheng asked in a deep voice.

The demon guard hurriedly said, "This man is named Jin Huan. He stole my token and fled for half a year before we finally caught him."

Jin Huan.

Baili Sheng repeated the name in his mind, then suddenly made a move, and the white mustard seed bag with gold trim was taken into his palm.

The complex laws were meaningless in his hands. After opening them, Baili Sheng found several spirit stones inside.

That familiar aura grew stronger.

The image of the little demon carefully counting the spirit stones and broken silver and copper coins one by one suddenly popped into my mind.

"Baili Sheng, I've saved up five spirit stones and seven taels of silver today!"

"Once I've saved up some more, even if you can't regain your magic power in the future, I can still open a herbal medicine shop with these..."

"Get well soon, you can help me dry the herbs."

Baili Sheng's expression tightened, forcibly suppressing the surging memories of the past: "Where did you come from?"

Jin Huan never expected that he would be captured so badly just for going to the border of the Demon Clan to pick a precious spiritual ginseng.

At this moment, he even attracted the personal interrogation of the Demon Lord, and hurriedly said, "Reporting to the Demon Lord, this is what I obtained from selling the Gui Cang Pill."

“Lying,” Baili Sheng toyed with the spirit stone, “a Gui Cang Pill costs only five spirit stones, are you really not telling the truth?”

A powerful pressure swept over him, and Jin Huan knelt down with a thud, a few drops of blood flowing from his lips. He hurriedly recounted the events at the Divine Lord Temple in detail.

Baili Sheng listened quietly, and the swirling demonic energy around him gradually faded away.

After a long while, Baili Sheng suddenly disappeared and reappeared at the top of the inaccessible Demon Palace.

A sliver of light flew in from afar. He opened his palm and saw a line of words written in spiritual energy above him:

Something has happened at Fuyu Mountain; the monstrous Tengshe has appeared.

The following appears to be a hastily added note, written in extremely messy handwriting: "For some unknown reason, Lord Jiuqing left the Jade Kun Divine Palace with a mortal cultivator and went to the human realm."

The mortal realm is the realm of humans.

Baili Sheng frowned slightly.

In the distance, a mustard seed bag lay on the ground, everything intact except for a few spirit stones missing...

A note from the author:

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The next chapter will be available for purchase!

Ah Xun and the God Lord have opened a new map~

A certain scumbag wants to witness Ah Xun and the God Lord opening a new map with his own eyes~

Small red envelopes will be dropped then~