Chapter 6 replied with "You like Miss Hua Xun?"

"Who goes there?"

"They don't seem like demons, but rather like people from the immortal sects."

What are the immortal sects doing here?

"..."

The surrounding people were making noise and chatter.

The newcomer remained calm and composed in mid-air, his white robes fluttering without wind, as if gathering celestial light.

Qingjiao looked at the white figure, her expression changed slightly, and a hint of shame appeared in her eyes. She lowered her eyes and dared not look at the person again.

Baili Sheng's voice rang out from above, tinged with sarcasm: "The demon race's internal purge has actually troubled the Divine Lord to intervene, which is alarming."

After these words were spoken, there was complete silence.

Hua Xun also stood there, stunned.

God?

That primordial god atop the immortal mountain?

Today, in heaven and on earth, only one person dares to call himself "God".

The Divine Lord Yisheng Zhaohui, with nine auspicious signs.

Hua Xun has lived in the human world for nearly a hundred years and has seen many temples dedicated to deities. Even in the town where Dahe Village is located, a temple was specially built.

Even though it is rumored that the deity has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has ignored offerings and prayers, the temple of the deity is still extremely popular, with worshippers coming and going in droves.

However, Hua Xun never imagined that one day she would be able to see the true form of the God.

“These children are all innocent,” the God’s voice rang out like an ancient bell, carrying a faint echo, “The souls of those who died unjustly are a tragedy for heaven and earth, and I cannot ignore them.”

Baili Sheng laughed: "Does the Divine Lord not know that life and death are preordained, and wealth and honor are determined by Heaven?" At this point, his smile faded slightly, "Or does the Divine Lord believe it to be Heaven's will?"

The divine lord remained calm and said gently, "I am not the mandate of heaven, but merely uphold the laws of heaven and rectify cause and effect."

"These children's lives are not yet over. They are not only burdened by their own karma, but also by the bond between master and disciple, the connection between parents and children, and the promises made by children. The Demon Lord has dared to interfere with karma, and Heaven will not allow it."

“The Divine Lord shows compassion for these weak demons, which is admirable,” Baili Sheng chuckled twice, then flew up and slowly flew to the Divine Lord, confronting him. His black robes fluttered in the wind. “It’s just a pity that the Divine Lord’s clone only has one or two tenths of his magical power, so he will probably have to leave disappointed.”

A clone?

Hua Xun couldn't help but look at the white figure, only to find it was just a clone.

If even the clone is so sacred and noble, one can only imagine how awe-inspiring the true form must be.

"Baili!" A unease in the air rang out again. Qingjiao raised her eyes and called out Baili Sheng's name, "The Divine Lord has come for a reason. Please spare those creatures below."

Baili Sheng glanced sideways at Fuyun Pavilion. The woman in the fairy dress had anxious eyes, just like she had back then.

The immortals of Shangqing Heaven have always revered the so-called Divine Lord, and Qingjiao is no exception.

Back then, whenever she mentioned this deity, her eyes would be filled with admiration and respect, and she would only say to him, "Immortals and demons cannot coexist."

Thinking back on the past, and looking at the hypocritical attitude of Chang Sang Jiu Qing, who was "untainted by lust and believed in the equality of all beings," Baili Sheng couldn't help but sneer.

If he had only wanted blood hatred before, now he had changed his mind.

He wanted to try a different approach.

For example, we see the gods revered by the immortals defiled, the faith of the human race crumble, and the gods fall from their altars, eventually turning to dust.

Baili Sheng chuckled softly, "Since Fairy Qingjiao has spoken, it's not unreasonable to spare them."

The indulgence in his words traveled on the long wind to the ears of everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Baili Sheng spread his hands, a flash of crimson light appeared, and a jade porcelain bottle appeared in his palm: "As long as the Divine Lord takes this, I will let them go, how about it?"

Qingjiao suddenly looked up, frowned, and called out, "Baili..."

“Otherwise, Lord God, you may return.” Baili Sheng’s voice turned cold. “It seems that even you, Lord God, are not truly sincere in your rescue.”

The demons below could be heard crying and pleading, constantly begging for the protection and selfless love of the gods.

The expression of the Divine Lord Jiuqing was eternally peaceful. He sighed softly, and without hesitation, he took the jade porcelain bottle, covered his face with his wide sleeve, and tilted his head back slightly to drink it.

"My Lord..." Qingjiao tried to stop him, but it was too late.

But seeing that the deity's expression was no different from usual, he gradually felt at ease.

Baili Sheng glanced at Jiu Qing's unwavering expression and raised his hand with a cold smile.

Below, the executioner immediately leaped down from the demon-slaying platform and stood respectfully to the side. The demon soldiers stepped forward and released the little demons and infant demons that were being escorted one by one.

A massacre gradually faded into nothingness.

Upon seeing this, the Divine Lord's gaze, as vast as the sea, turned to Qingjiao in the Floating Cloud Pavilion: "Would you like to return to the Upper Heaven with me?"

Qingjiao was flattered by the fact that the Divine Lord had spoken up for her. She knew that if she returned to the Immortal Clan with the Divine Lord, Elder Baiyujing and her master would not be too harsh on her for betraying the Immortal Clan on her own.

After a few moments of silence, Qingjiao glanced at Baili Sheng not far away, and shook her head with a pale face: "Thank you for your care, Divine Lord. Qingjiao has decided to stay here."

Upon hearing this, the deity nodded and said "good," then without lingering, transformed into a dazzling golden light and vanished from the spot.

Everyone remained silent until this moment, when they suddenly woke up as if from a long dream.

Hua Xun stared blankly at the sky where the Divine Lord had disappeared, where faint starlight seemed to still linger.

But now, when he tried to recall the appearance of the deity, he couldn't remember anything at all.

For a moment, Hua Xun was somewhat dazed.

As that familiar chill swept over her again, Hua Xun's demon core trembled as she sensed the danger. She frowned and looked up, only to see Baili Sheng flying away.

Instead, it was the Fairy Qingjiao who noticed her. Her delicate features seemed a little dazed. When she realized that Qingjiao was looking back, she forced a smile.

Hua Xun's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly felt a pang of fear and embarrassment.

It's like a turtledove that has taken over a magpie's nest, only to be discovered in public.

She clearly didn't do anything.

Fairy Qingjiao finally caught up with Baili Sheng's figure.

Hua Xun stared at the backs of the two figures for a long time before turning away. Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of Shang Qu above the Demon-Slaying Platform, who was instructing demon soldiers to escort the prisoners back.

She didn't know who he was, but felt a strange sense of familiarity with him.

Until he flew away, his robes fluttering as the cold light of the silver token at his waist flashed, Hua Xun froze on the spot.

She had seen that cold, silvery light before.

On the night Dahe Village was burned down, it was the demon wearing a black armor mask.

*

When Qingjiao caught up with Baili Sheng, he had already returned to the Demon Palace.

The palace, crafted from black jade, was inlaid with countless enormous luminous pearls, which emitted a soft, bright glow.

Baili Sheng sat in the Venerable One's seat, tapping the side of the chair lightly with his fingers, and did not speak when he saw her.

Qingjiao felt a pang of sadness, remembering how he would always unconsciously withdraw his protective demonic energy and slowly step down from his seat whenever she appeared.

But now... things are different.

"Baili, thank you for today's matter." Qingjiao stepped forward quietly.

Baili Sheng did not respond.

Qingjiao pursed her pink lips, knowing that she had lied to him first back then, and took the initiative to speak: "The Divine Lord has no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of the Demon Clan today. The Divine Lord's appearance this time must have a profound meaning."

Baili Sheng's fingertips were still tapping on the side of the chair as he looked up at her: "Beauty Qingjiao, in what capacity do you defend the God you speak of?"

Qingjiao remembered that Baili Sheng had always disliked the God-King, and after a few moments of silence, she changed the subject: "Was the person who saved you back then Miss Hua Xun?"

No wonder she sensed a familiar demonic aura on Hua Xun when she saved her at Cuiling Mountain.

Baili Sheng's fingers paused, and he looked up at her: "What do you want to say?"

Qingjiao stared at his reaction, a pang of sadness rising in her chest for some reason: "The person you went to look for late at night a while ago, was it also Miss Hua Xun?"

Baili Sheng's eyes suddenly darkened, and a few streaks of crimson appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps it was a bad habit he had developed over the past ten years, or perhaps the little demon was too weak to pose any threat to him, but he could only rest peacefully for a short while by the side of that little demon named Hua Xun.

He loathed it.

The fact that others noticed this made him even more uneasy.

"Monitoring the main body?"

Upon seeing this, Qingjiao knew she had guessed correctly, and a hint of sadness appeared in her bright eyes.

During this period, Shang Qu offered to protect him, but he refused; in the past, he never guarded himself when he was by his side, but now the protective demonic energy around him has not dissipated.

Now, however, he can share a room with a girl in a guesthouse that he used to look down on.

Qingjiao, her face pale, asked, "Baili, do you like Miss Huaxun?"

Upon hearing this, Baili Sheng found it utterly absurd: "Like?" At this point, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You like the spirit pet you keep?"

It's just a bird demon. It's fine to keep it as a pet and tease it when you're bored. What's the difference between it and the monster pets kept in the back mountains of the Demon Palace?

Like it? That's ridiculous.

After laughing, the memory that should have been forgotten suddenly entered my mind.

At that time, he was still a cripple lying on his sickbed, covered with crude bedding from the human world. Because his flesh and blood had been cut away, he was barely clothed and relied on the protection of a lowly demon day after day, year after year.

One day, the little demon did not return home all night. He lay alone in that humble little house, his new flesh and blood sticking to the blue bedding, incompetent and useless.

Just when he thought she had abandoned him and run away like everyone else, she returned, limping.

She laughed sheepishly and said that she had accidentally fallen off the mountain while gathering herbs and had fallen into a deep sleep.

A silly little demon.

In order to get her to willingly take care of him and hide his whereabouts, he casually made a promise:

When I return to the Demon Palace, I will surely not let you down.

He had only said it casually at the time and then forgot about it.

Now people are saying that he likes that little demon?

Baili Sheng's eyes were deep and his thin lips were pressed tightly together.

Seeing his uncertain expression, Qingjiao said, "Just now, when Miss Huaxun was looking at the Divine Lord with everyone, you glanced at her a few times. I suppose I misunderstood."

Baili Sheng still had a slight smile on his lips, but a sudden chill appeared in his eyes.

Qingjiao looked at him quietly, feeling uneasy for some reason.

Since their reunion, Baili Sheng has been bloodthirsty, cold-blooded, sarcastic, and violent...

But right now, his expression carried a strange, aloof loneliness that kept people at a distance.

It was even more intense than when they first met.

Qingjiao lowered her eyes. She knew she had been absent for ten years, and she also knew that Baili Sheng resented and hated her in his heart. But who said that resentment was not caring?

The fact that he kept her in the Demon Palace was enough to show that his hatred for her, or any other feelings, ultimately surpassed all other emotions.

She believed that as long as she made amends, he would eventually see her sincerity.

*

The night was deep.

The nights in Eternal Ashes City are always more lively than the days.

Hua Xun walked aimlessly back to the guesthouse, her mind a jumbled mess.

On the night Dahe Village was burned down, demons wearing black armor and masks appeared one after another, along with Baili Sheng's subordinates who are by his side today.

And the silver token at their waists gradually overlapped with everything.

So, was Baili Sheng the one who actually ordered the burning of the mountain village?

Even... that man in black armor almost killed her.

Baili Sheng wanted to kill her.

The thought suddenly occurred to Hua Xun, and her breath caught in her throat.

If it were before, she wouldn't know the reason, but now that she has seen the real Baili Sheng in the Demon Clan, she actually guessed the reason.

Because she had seen him at his most pathetic, the existence of that mountain village only reminded him of his most vulnerable and powerless self.

So, it was destroyed.

"Miss, you're back?" came the waiter's voice.

Hua Xun came to her senses and realized that she had returned to the inn.

The waiter smiled and said, "Didn't you keep asking when the barrier outside the city would be lifted?"

"The palace guards just sent a letter saying that the ban will be lifted first thing tomorrow morning."

Hua Xun's eyes flickered, and she forced a smile, saying, "Thank you."

The waiter hurriedly waved his hand.

Hua Xun walked upstairs, pondering as she went. The barrier would be lifted early tomorrow morning, and she would be able to leave...

The guest room door creaked open, and Hua Xun channeled a bit of magic into the fluorite embedded in the door. The fluorite was activated and gradually emitted light, illuminating the entire room.

"You're back?" A familiar, gentle voice sounded, just like during those ten years in Dahe Village, when she returned home every night.

Hua Xun turned around abruptly, and upon seeing the dark-clad figure seated at the front of the square table, her first thought was—

fear.

A note from the author:

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