Shu Yun believed that she had experienced many love tribulations and had read so many plays and novels that she was very knowledgeable about matters of love between men and women.

But now that the incident has happened to Jiang Yan, she can't figure out the key points or find a shortcut to deal with it.

In fact, she didn't understand why Jiang Yan and Feng Ziyi had to get a definite answer to whether she liked someone or not. To her, it didn't matter whether she had feelings for Jiang Yan or not.

She could stay by Jiang Yan's side, and she could wear the Linglong Shackles for it, but she couldn't promise him her whole life.

The reason is simple: she is the ruler of Penglai, a supreme deity of the Three Realms.

Jiang Yan is the Demon Lord.

The delicate balance maintained by the Nine Heavens, the Demon Realm, and Penglai for countless millennia must not be broken, otherwise no one can predict what will happen.

Not long ago, the Frostweed Tree exuded a fresh fragrance, but now its withered branches and fallen leaves cover the mountains, and its snow-like petals are scattered, falling into the mud and turning into dust.

The snow-capped mountains stretched endlessly, and heavy snowflakes fell from the sky.

The translucent flowers were stained with the red of fresh blood, their pristine beauty tinged with a poignant beauty. The figure in black stood quietly amidst the sea of ​​flowers, tall and elegant, gazing up at the approaching crimson sky.

The moment he looked up, Shu Yun's fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Those obsidian-like eyes were tainted by evil energy, turning bloodshot.

Upon seeing her, the bloodshot color in his left eye quickly faded, returning to pitch black, while his right eye seemed to have been affected by the evil energy emanating from his left eye, and the last trace of black in it was swallowed up.

"Master."

Jiang Yan smiled at her, seemingly unaware of her own change.

“Jiang Yan…”

As expected, he absorbed the demonic energy again, but the evil energy backfired, and he lost the battle against his inner demons.

Shu Yun placed her finger on Jiang Yan's brow and infused it with divine power, saying, "Discard all distractions and don't think about anything."

Divine power cleansed away evil, and she also joined the struggle.

The divine power cleansed his body, intertwining with the evil energy and helping him suppress his inner demons. Shu Yun, who had only caught a slight breath before rushing over, was so exhausted that her face was almost as pale as Jiang Yan's.

Jiang Yan let her divine power roam within his body, ignoring the pain caused by the repulsion between that divine power and the evil energy.

He took her hand and removed it from between his eyebrows.

Shu Yun looked up unhappily: "Don't be willful."

Jiang Yan held her hand tightly, his thumb gently stroking the smooth skin on the back of her hand.

“My master doesn’t like me, so he’s being so kind to me and giving me hope for no reason.”

The strange color in Jiang Yan's eyes startled Shu Yun; she felt as if something about Jiang Yan had changed.

Feeling a sense of caution, she replied, "The evil energy within you is severe. My divine power can suppress it and help you reduce it."

Jiang Yan didn't intend to ask her for help, saying, "You can suppress it for a while, but not forever."

"Having chosen the path of demonic cultivation, this day was bound to come sooner or later."

He spoke as if a demonic cultivator had reached the end of his cultivation, a point of no return.

Those demonic cultivators who reach that stage either become mindless monsters driven by desires due to the backlash of evil energy, or commit suicide at the last moment before their consciousness dissipates, leaving themselves some dignity.

"It hasn't come to that yet," Shu Yun said calmly. "The demonic energy within you hasn't erupted yet; you can suppress it."

He looked down at her, his expression unreadable.

"That day will come eventually; it will be the final fate of every demonic cultivator."

By then, how could a monster who has gone mad and has no consciousness possibly stand beside her?

Shu Yun didn't want to waste words with him; suppressing the restless evil energy within him was the most important thing.

At that moment, a strange movement came from beneath their feet. The originally flat ground was torn apart by the array below, opening its ferocious maw, attempting to devour the two of them.

She reached out to grab Jiang Yan and pull him away, but Jiang Yan, who was holding her tightly, suddenly let go.

The cold touch on my hand was fleeting.

Seeing Jiang Yan being pulled into the ground by the black tentacles without any resistance, Shu Yun's heart tightened, and she turned around and jumped down after him.

The black tentacles coiled tightly around his arms and waist, as if trying to break him in half in mid-air, while demonic energy was continuously drawn into the tentacles from his body.

The feeling of having one's demonic energy absorbed is not pleasant, but Jiang Yan smiled as he looked at Shu Yun, who was leaping down to chase after him without hesitation.

The further down you go, the more tentacles grow due to the formation, so Shu Yun has to keep using his divine power to cut open the path.

Those tentacles seemed determined to devour Jiang Yan, this great tonic, and they were pulling at a rapid and fast speed. Shu Yun chased after them without even realizing how deep the underground fissure was.

A feeling of emptiness washed over her, a warning that she had exhausted too much divine power. Shu Yun gritted her teeth, the gusts of wind swirling around her. It was a pity Tai'a wasn't there, otherwise she could have saved herself a lot of effort.

The fierce wind ripped apart the tendrils clinging to Jiang Yan's body. She stepped on the wind, grabbed Jiang Yan's collar tightly, and said angrily, "You..."

Taking advantage of the force of her pulling, Jiang Yan leaned forward and rested his chin on the side of her head.

He hissed softly, "It hurts."

Her gaze fell upon his arm, dislocated by the black tentacles. She swallowed the words of curse she wanted to utter, took a deep breath, looked away from him, and gathered her divine power to prepare to leave.

She looked up at the black tentacles waving in the sky; the situation was far from optimistic, and even the gale-force winds surrounding the two of them seemed to be gradually subsiding.

With his bones dislocated, Jiang Yan's arm hung limply, and he leaned against Shu Yun.

He deliberately moved very close, and Shu Yun could feel his warm breath. "Master, you like me."

Shu Yun slowly recovered and nudged Jiang Yan to make him stand up straight. "Just because I came down to save you? You're overthinking it."

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