Seeing an uninvited guest suddenly intruding, Jingwen asked cautiously: "Who are you?!"

However, the one who questioned him was not a "person" but an extremely rough stone statue of a man. He was naked, but his body was wrapped with strips of cloth. It was inexplicably strange and funny.

No wonder his walking made no footsteps, but instead a strange "dong dong" sound; no wonder Pei Ming and Ling Wen were both shocked when they saw him; and no wonder Pei Ming said Ling Wen was lying with his eyes open. Because, from head to toe, this thing really didn't look like a female ghost at all.

Pei Ming and Ling Wen were both wrapped in something like scrolls, held tightly in Jingwen's grasp, unable to move. Xie Lian finally recovered and asked, "??? Me???"

Jingwen asked, "Are you Prince Xianle?"

Xie Lian was startled and said, “Ah? You actually recognized me? This is really…”

But it wasn't surprising. Xie Lian's first ascension was a grand spectacle. He might not recognize every single priest in the Upper Heaven, but every one of them definitely recognized him. Just like now, he couldn't remember Jingwen's face at all, yet Jingwen still remembered him and said, "Of course. Your Highness the Crown Prince's journey to immortality has been full of ups and downs, so it's hard not to recognize you!"

Xie Lian was inexplicably touched, and subconsciously said, "I'm honored, honored... But how did you become like this..."

Jingwen asked, "How did I become like this?"

Xie Lian coughed lightly and nodded, feeling his question was a bit rude. Jingwen, however, seized the opportunity to lash out, "It's all thanks to that bitch Nangong Jie! After the decline of Jingwen Hall, my magical powers dwindled, and she took advantage of my misfortune, hunting me down and trying to stop me. I had no choice but to attach myself to this stone statue, and that's how I survived!"

Lingwen said, "It's not much worse than yours, is it? You personally ordered me to stay in Jingwen Hall until three o'clock in the morning, and then you came out and accused me of being shameless and harassing you so late at night. Words can kill without being noticed, so I responded with a sword, which is much more polite."

With that, he suddenly launched a kick, striking Jingwen in the groin. Xie Lian thought this move was insignificant; after all, a stone statue wasn't a body; at best, it could only tear the few strips of cloth covering Jingwen's body. Jingwen let out a sharp, agonizing scream, as if he'd been kicked in the gut, clutching his lower body.

However, it was too late. The white cloth around his crotch was kicked off by Lingwen. Xie Lian looked quickly and saw nothing underneath the cloth.

Nothing means that this is a naked stone statue, however, there is nothing under his crotch as he should have.

This stone statue is actually a statue of a eunuch!

Xie Lian thought to himself, “So it’s a statue of a eunuch!”

This type of stone statue is often found in the tombs of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. It is a highly yin-infused burial object, making it a perfect candidate for possession. However, it is truly ironic that Jingwen, a male priest who would become obsessed with losing to a woman, would end up as a statue of a eunuch slave.

Lingwen laughed loudly and said, "I was wondering why you were so furious? I see! I can't reach that high. How high can you reach in this state? I'll wait and see! Hahahahahahaha..."

Jingwen's fig leaf was torn off and trampled on. He was furious and grabbed Lingwen's hair and shouted, "Shut up! I don't know how many priests slept with you to get to this point today. What are you so proud of? Apologize now!"

Lingwen was practically yanked out a bunch of her hair, but she endured the pain without begging for mercy or even an apology. Pei Ming said, "Do you really think you're a literary god? You have no dignity or elegance at all. Even a street-swearing shrew is prettier than you!"

Xie Lian cried out in agony, fearing that he would strangle the two men to death in a fit of rage. He couldn't help but yell, "Hey!" and raised his hand, saying, "Calm down! Master Jingwen! Actually, it doesn't make any difference whether you have that thing or not! Really!"

Jingwen grabbed Lingwen with one hand and covered his lower body with the other, roaring, "You're lying! It doesn't matter whether it's there or not?! Try it if you don't have it?!"

Xie Lian said sincerely, "Really! Believe me! Even though I have that thing, it's no different than not having it at all! Because of me!"

He offered himself again, demonstrating his own experience. Hearing this, Jingwen seemed to calm down a bit and said, "Which one are you?!"

Xie Lian said, “That’s it! You know what I mean! Even if I had it, I’d never use it! Well, actually, whether it’s a male priest, a female priest, or… any other priest, these are just external possessions. There’s no need to be so obsessed with them…”

Jingwen interrupted him and said, "Since you think there is no difference, then cut it and show it to me."

Xie Lian: “???”

Jingwen immediately said, "Didn't you say there's no difference? That's hypocritical! You clearly can't bear to be without this thing. Stop using that nonsense to persuade me. I'm not some young person who will burst into tears and repent after eating two of your candies! It doesn't matter if you don't cut it, I cut his!"

He was referring to Pei Ming. Pei Ming was stunned: "You fucking?!"

This was a disaster. Although many people wanted to cut off General Pei's thing, Xie Lian didn't want him to succeed here, and hurriedly said: "Master Jingwen! Although Lingwen was wrong to bully you after your decline, you also bullied her before, so it's even. Why do you have to be so cruel!" While talking to divert attention, he quietly put Ruo Xie down and let it slither behind Jingwen like a snake. Jingwen said: "Even? It's not that simple. You remind me, I have something to ask this bitch! - Nangong, did you do anything to destroy the Xuli Kingdom?"

Jingwen was the deity of literature enshrined in the Xuli Kingdom, and the Xuli Kingdom was its foundation. If that foundation were destroyed, it would naturally be impacted, even declining. Therefore, Jingwen's suspicion of Lingwen was perfectly reasonable. When he asked, Lingwen remained silent. Jingwen shouted, "Tell me! Was it you who did this?! I knew it was you! It had to be you, otherwise it wouldn't have been destroyed so quickly! It's all your fault, you treacherous bitch! That idiotic general must have been responsible!"

Xie Lian thought to himself, “How come you’re already answering your own questions when Lingwen hasn’t even answered yet… Wait, what? What? General?”

Over there, Lingwen suddenly laughed softly. If Jingwen hadn't been possessed by the stone statue of the eunuch at the moment, with a blank expression on his face, he would have gnashed his teeth and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Lingwen raised his head slightly and whispered, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you call him an idiot in front of him?"

Jingwen was still confused when the next moment, the scroll that bound Lingwen broke apart, and a hand in black sleeves stretched out from the broken debris and covered his crown.

Jingwen froze before he could say a word. A crack appeared on his rough face, followed by a second, and a third...

Within three sounds, the entire body was shattered into pieces!

Lingwen broke free from his restraints and stood in place. Layers of black air were floating around him, and at his feet was a pile of rubble.

It turns out that the "ancient country" mentioned in the Jinyixian legend is Xuli Country, and Bai Jin is also a Xuli national. Xie Lian had just finished organizing his thoughts when he heard Pei Ming, who was still tightly bound by the scroll, say, "Lingwen? Stop first."

He saw Lingwen turn around and walk towards him step by step. Thinking of Lingwen's words to Pei Ming just now, "He really doesn't like you", Xie Lian thought to himself, "Oh no, is he going to kill someone to silence them?"

As Lingwen walked, he soothed her softly, "Bai Jin, he's already dead. It's all nonsense. It's not true."

However, the effect did not seem to be good. Lingwen said again: "Old Pei, I can't do anything. He heard Jingwen say that you are my lover and he is determined to kill you. Your Highness, please help me!"

Without her reminder, Xie Lian had already cut the scroll that bound Pei Ming with a sword. Pei Ming jumped up, and the two flew out of the cave and returned to the ground. Looking down, they saw Ling Wen punching the place where Pei Ming had been lying. Rocks flew everywhere, and the power was amazing. It was even more fierce than the punches Xie Lian had just thrown to explore the way above!

Xie Lian collected Ruo Xie and wrapped it around his wrist. Pei Ming also loosened his wrist. After being bound for so long, the swelling on his left hand had subsided slightly, but it was only the difference between being stung by a million wasps and being stung by half a million. He said, "This is fucking wronged..."

Before he could finish his words, Lingwen's figure had already appeared in front of him!

The two exchanged blows, each retreating several feet. Xie Lian and Pei Ming exchanged a glance, feeling the situation was thorny, and broke into a run. Xie Lian turned back and shouted as he ran, "Lingwen! Can you persuade General Bai again?"

Lingwen chased after them frantically, saying, "I tried to persuade him! But he doesn't believe me anymore!"

Pei Ming said, "He must be injured because you lied to him!"

Xie Lian asked, “Lingwen! Can you transform back into a female form? A female form will slightly lessen your lethality!”

Lingwen said, "No!"

Xie Lian: “Why not?”

Lingwen: "He won't let me change back!"

Pei Ming: "I understand! This guy doesn't dare to get close to a woman's body! What a coward!"

Boom! A roof crashed down from behind, nearly crushing Xie Lian and Pei Ming like a mountain. Ling Wen said, "I didn't throw it! Who told you to scold him? He's even angrier. You're both in danger!"

Xie Lian hurriedly said, “Ah? What does it have to do with me? I didn’t say anything. Lingwen, can you tell him not to count me in?”

Pei Ming said, "Count them in. It's easier to share the burden with more people. Your Highness, where's Xiao Pei? Where's Imperial Preceptor Ban Yue? Where's your Blood Rain Scholar? "

Xie Lian said, “I’m going to look for you in another direction. Don’t count on it. We’ve already run dozens of miles. Let’s just run for now! He’s already absorbed over a thousand demons. It’s not a good idea to confront him head-on right now!”

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, his feet suddenly floated and his entire body was lifted up. Not only him, but Pei Ming as well. Looking closely, he saw that they were both caught in a large net, hanging in the air.

This was truly a sudden disaster. The net seemed to be made of a special material, impossible to tear open with bare hands. At the same time, many green-faced, fang-toothed monsters and ghosts appeared from the woods in all directions. There were at least one or two hundred of them, all clapping their hands in ecstasy: "We caught him!!!"

"Hahahaha, how many people have been caught? This trap really works!"

"Look what we caught, how many heads we have!"

He had been careless for a moment, panicking and losing his way, and had fallen into the trap set by this third-rate imp. Xie Lian subconsciously reached for Fang Xin to draw the net, but found nothing. He then realized that the net had been raised so suddenly that Fang Xin had slipped out of his hands and fallen to the ground, leaving him without a trace. Ling Wen had already caught up to the net, and Fang Xin was right under his feet. The imps, still unsure of what had come, exclaimed in delight, "Another one!"

Ling Wen raised his hands, each holding a ball of dark, ghostly fire. He looked up at Xie Lian and Pei Ming and said, "You two, I... honestly, have no choice."

Xie Lian exhaled and said, "Lingwen, can I ask what would happen if you were hit by this thing?"

Ling Wen said: "Last time, I used such a large ball of will-o'-the-wisp fire to hit His Highness Qiying. He was injured. But fortunately, he can still run and jump."

It looked like the damage wasn't that great, so getting hit wasn't a big deal. Xie Lian and Pei Ming both breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "That's not bad..."

Just after saying "It's okay", the two balls of ghost fire in Lingwen's hands suddenly increased tenfold and turned into two blazing flames that shot up into the sky!

Xie Lian: “…”

Pei Ming: "..."

"..." Ling Wen said, "But if such a large mass is hit, what will happen? I don't know."

Pei Ming roared, "Wait, but I'm really not your mistress?!!!"

Ling Wen said: "I know this too, but it's useless if only you and I know it!"

The demons and monsters were all stunned by the two raging will-o'-the-wisp flames. They quickly grabbed their weapons and surrounded them fiercely, shouting, "You idiot! You're so brave! You're about to die and still want to steal our heads! Kill him!!!"

However, these little soldiers and imps posed no threat to Jinyixian; at best, they merely provided him with a new wave of nutrients. Lingwen tilted his head slightly, his pupils reflecting the phosphorescent glow of will-o'-the-wisp fire, seemingly ready to accept any head that came his way. At that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew by.

Amidst the screams and cries, the group of little ghosts were blown into the sky in an instant!

It would be more accurate to say that it was not so much that it was blown up to the sky by the "wind", but rather that it was grabbed into the sky by an invisible strange giant hand!

The Jinyixian seemed to sense something and became alert. Lingwen lowered his hand, holding the will-o'-the-wisp, and slowly scanned the surroundings. Xie Lian tried to look upward, but the dense branches and leaves obscured his view. The screams of the ghosts had long since ceased, so he had no idea what was happening above. Pei Ming asked warily, "Who's coming?"

After looking for a while, Xie Lian suddenly asked, "Don't you smell it?"

Pei Ming asked, "What?"

Xie Lian said, “The fragrance of flowers.”

Pei Ming asked doubtfully, "Is there such a thing?"

Xie Lian closed his eyes. After a moment, he said with certainty, "Yes. It is indeed the scent of flowers."

A faint, eerie, cool floral scent. I don't know what it's called, where it comes from. It's so faint, so faint, it seems to be there and yet not there.

Pei Ming frowned and said, "I didn't smell the fragrance of flowers, but I did smell..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt something dripping onto his face. He wiped it away with his hand and his pupils shrank slightly.

It's blood.

Two drops of the will-o'-the-wisp in Lingwen's hand also fell, and the flame instantly weakened. He looked more alert and raised his head suddenly. In an instant -

Bloody rain fell from the sky!

Pei Ming, hanging higher than Xie Lian, was instantly drenched by the sudden downpour of blood, his eyes wide open, black and white. Lingwen's will-o'-the-wisp fire had long since been extinguished, and he dodged beneath a tree, avoiding the fate of the unsuspecting Pei Ming. Xie Lian suddenly felt the netting break, his body sinking, and he fell. He flipped in mid-air and landed safely, just as the bloody storm was about to begin.

There was no time to dodge anymore. Xie Lian raised his sleeves, ready to block as much as he could. However, after the darkness, he heard a low chuckle.

The air was suddenly filled with a mysterious and alluring floral fragrance.

Xie Lian raised his face slightly. He didn’t feel the rain hitting his face, but instead felt something extremely soft brushing past.

He stretched out his hand, caught it, and looked down. What was quietly falling into his palm was actually a small crimson petal.

He raised his head again, held his breath, and felt unbelievable.

The blood rain in the sky turned into a rain of flowers falling all over the sky!

There was no need to guess who the person was. Xie Lian folded his fingers together, grasped the petal, and blurted out, "Sanlang!"

Turning around, he saw Lingwen fall silently. And who else could that tall, black-haired, red-clothed young man standing there, with a faint smile on his face, be but Huacheng?

Flowers fell like blood, blood flew like flowers. His face was as handsome and lively as when he first met him, his eyes sparkling. He slowly sheathed the slender silver scimitar and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, I am back."