The crimson in Jiang Yan's eyes faded, and his hearing gradually returned. It was that familiar, clear voice, "A happy ending for everyone? How about I put that wisp of demon god's soul into your body and then kill you for the sake of the world?"

"This..." The immortal was somewhat angry and his attitude towards her became disrespectful. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we don't take action now and wait for the demon god to take over his body, it will be too late."

"Yes, God Shu Yun, he's just a mere mortal..."

"Are you willing to abandon all living beings for him?"

"..."

Jiang Yan felt a cold, damp sensation beneath him; it had been so long since he had felt this disheveled. He lay on the ground, his eyes still closed, quietly listening to the crowd's argument, awaiting her final judgment.

The answer to those people was a flash of sword light.

A snow-white sword light unfolded, combining the power of a supreme god with the ancient divine sword Tai'a; who would dare to withstand this strike?

The immortals' expressions changed drastically as they prepared to dodge, only to find themselves pinned to the spot by a force. Forced to use their magical artifacts and signature skills, they worked together to block the attack.

"Are you crazy?!"

The immortal was furious when his magical artifact was damaged.

"Am I crazy?" Shu Yun sneered, gripping the hilt of his knife again. "If I hadn't shown mercy, do you think you'd still be alive?"

“You… I will definitely report you to His Majesty the Jade Emperor.”

Nanpu looked at the man as if he were an idiot. What kind of people have been promoted in the Nine Heavens recently?

Shu Yun's gaze swept over the group of people. "I'm making this clear today: you can kill the Demon God, but you can't touch Jiang Yan."

Jiang Yan's usually quiet heart suddenly raced, each beat powerful and rapid.

The immortals looked at each other in bewilderment. They had suffered considerable losses this time, and if they angered her again, they didn't know if she would strike them with her sword again. They had no choice but to slink away.

Nanpu looked at their backs with disdain. They all thought that becoming immortals meant they could control everything, but they'd met their match. This little ancestor was truly capable of turning the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.

Jiang Yan struggled to get up, his whole body aching terribly. His headband had long since fallen off, and his jade-like face was covered in dust. His complexion was ashen due to his injuries, and his dark eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. He called out "Master" in a low voice, his voice hoarse and dull.

Shu Yun glanced at him. "Awake?"

"Nanpu, come over here quickly and take a look at him."

Jiang Yan felt a throbbing pain in every bone, but his heart was filled with sweetness. He took a few steps forward and said, "Master."

"Hmm?" Shu Yun turned around.

Two cool, warm lips were suddenly covered.

Jiang Yan's pale lips gently kissed her soft, cloud-like lips. He closed his eyes, not daring to look at her expression, and his long, soft eyelashes brushed against her cheek.

He kissed her earnestly and tenderly, lingering and caressing her lips.

Shu Yun's brain froze on the spot, and for a moment she didn't even realize she should push him away.

Wow.

The youngest and most powerful god of Penglai in all the realms was teased by a mere mortal. Nanpu covered his face in embarrassment, then carefully observed through his fingers.

Shu Yun placed her hand on Jiang Yan's shoulder, trying to push him away.

Jiang Yan immediately let out two painful groans, and sure enough, Shu Yun paused when she was about to push him away, and instead took a step back to try to create distance between them.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist, while his other hand stroked the back of her head along her hair, preventing her from retreating. Gone was the initial gentleness; his actions became fiery and violent.

This might be the last time he touched her. Jiang Yan tightened his grip as if he wanted to imprison her in this place forever, to meld her into his flesh and blood, so that the two would never be separated again.

Shu Yun was furious, but the person in front of her was seriously injured, so she couldn't hit him.

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly.

Her not refusing speaks volumes.

Zi'e and Nanpu exchanged a glance, understanding each other's thoughts.