A figure in white and gold sat atop the Vermilion Bird, his sharp, eagle-like eyes extremely serious. He spoke coldly, "Feng Lin, you violated the contract by using your soul-capturing ability on the patrol officers, causing them to lose their minds and failing to recover them to this day. You also imprisoned three High Gods, Mu Xiangling, Qilin, and Mu Qingyan. Do you know your crime? According to the Six Realms Contract, you must be arrested, and your punishment will be determined after the Six Realms discuss the matter."

Feng Lin looked at the four people standing in the air, calm and composed. His gaze was fixed on the Heavenly God Token at his waist. He spoke in a low voice, "According to the contract, I am the lord of the Demon Realm. If I want to capture a lord of one realm, I need the lords of the other five realms to come together. But you... there are only four of you. This is not in accordance with the rules, isn't it, Supreme God of the Sky?"

Mu Qingtian anticipated this reaction and looked at the woman in red standing to the side, who was wearing crimson flowers, signaling her to speak.

The other two lords also looked at her.

Ghost Princess smiled charmingly, glanced at Feng Lin standing on the ground, and coughed lightly, "Feng Lin, you have imprisoned Demon Lord Phoenix Eagle without authorization. According to the contract, the four of us have the right to arrest you."

Feng Lin asked, "Do you have any evidence?"

Feng Yuan glared at him, then smiled at Mu Qingtian, "I'll go down and talk to him about it."

Mu Qingtian nodded, and specifically reminded her, "I hope Aunt Feng will not show favoritism."

Feng Yuan covered her face and chuckled, "How could that be? Your Aunt Feng isn't that kind of person."

After saying that, Feng Yuan landed and angrily grabbed Feng Lin's ear, leading him into the Demon King's Palace.

Feng Lin remained silent, letting her pull him around without showing any expression.

But his nonchalant attitude only fueled Feng Yuan's anger. "Feng Lin! I think you're hopeless. You dare to lock up your own uncle?"

“I told you, here’s the evidence.” Feng Lin straightened up, standing a full two heads taller than Feng Yuan, his serious expression making it seem as if the two weren’t mother and son.

Feng Yuan slapped his head hard, clearly displeased. "What kind of attitude is that?"

Feng Lin maintained the same expression, a cold and indifferent demeanor, his words carrying a slight accusation, "Why didn't you say anything when he tried to run me over? He almost hit Tian Tian too..."

"Didn't I make him get hit by a car a few times later?" Feng Yuan was furious with him.

When Feng Lin returned from his tribulation, she learned that Feng Ying wanted to kill him so that his primordial spirit could return to its rightful place. So she immediately created a mortal body for him and let him experience the pain of being hit by a car twice.

In fact, as long as one dies after falling in love, one has successfully overcome the tribulation, and the root of his love begins to grow, sprouting threads of affection.

Feng Ying was aware of his situation, so he felt that his actions were justified; killing him would allow his spirit to return to its rightful place sooner.

When Feng Yuan found out, she naturally couldn't tolerate it.

She was furious when she saw that Feng Lin still remembered this incident. "Besides, didn't I not hit you back then? Wasn't it enough that I made Feng Ying get hit twice? You, an evil lord, care about a mere car in the mortal realm? Getting hit by that thing is just a tickle. You didn't seem to be in much pain when you jumped off the building and your head was smashed open. Now you're bringing up old grievances."

The pain of death for mortals is far less intense than that of a bolt of lightning from heaven.

Feng Lin pursed her lips, her attitude no longer as indifferent as before, though her tone still held a hint of reproach, "Conspiring with others to steal your own son's affections, is she even a mother...?"

A head being blown open is not painful; the pain of having one's love roots ripped out is more unbearable than being struck by lightning.

Even the pain he felt when he jumped off the building and his body hit the ground was nothing compared to the heartache he felt when she betrayed him and left him.

Feng Yuan lost her momentum upon hearing his words, and even felt a little guilty. "I was just... doing it for your own good... who knew you would be so stubborn? It's like I didn't remove your love bud at all, just like your father."

Originally, after Feng Lin lost his emotional roots, he would sever all seven emotions and six desires, thus eliminating his demonic nature, monster nature, and the yin energy of ghost cultivators. He would also destroy his mixed bloodline body and finally reshape his true form.

As a result, he lost his romantic feelings, but his obsession only deepened.

"Besides, didn't I tell you I have a way to make your love roots grow back? It just takes a little longer. Why are you doing all those unnecessary things?" Feng Yuan really didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Lin's father, Feng Huang, was in a similar situation. Feng Huang possessed the bloodlines of a god, a human, and a demon. To become a true god, he had to endure all tribulations and reshape his true form.

In order to help Feng Huang successfully complete his tribulation, Feng Yuan personally removed his love root. After the love root was removed, he would be unable to recall any memories that made him feel affection for a short period of time.

But whenever he sees her, he remembers everything between them, and even if he cuts off the root of their love, he will still feel the threads of love again.

Fearing that he might self-destruct like Feng Lin's grandfather, Feng Yuan had no choice but to keep pulling at Feng Huang's emotional threads.

Tens of thousands of years later, Feng Yuan suddenly discovered that all the demonic energy on her love roots had disappeared, and the love threads that Feng Huang grew were also red, completely devoid of any demonic or monster-like qualities.

So she returned the love root to Feng Huang. Some time had passed since then, and Feng Huang showed no signs of discomfort, which is why she told Feng Lin that there was a way.

Feng Yuan thought that Feng Lin could be like his father, erasing his love roots and forgetting everything, thus rebuilding his true form and becoming a god.

As a result, not only did he not lose his memory, but his demonic nature intensified, which greatly worried Feng Yuan.

A moment later, Feng Lin said calmly, "I don't have that much time."

Feng Yuan retorted, "Whether you're a god, demon, or ghost cultivator, you have plenty of lifespan. Why don't you have time? Tian Tian's physical body is dead, but Mu Xiang and the others will definitely bring her primordial spirit back so she can be reborn. Then you can take care of her. Isn't it better to take care of your own wife?"

Feng Lin had thought about what she was saying, but she was no longer in this world at that time, and the scene of her disappearance was deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be forgotten.

This led to his obsession growing deeper and deeper.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Yuan shook her head helplessly. Suddenly, she noticed that his aura was different, so she quickly pressed him down to look at the top of his head.

In the very center of the white hair was an extremely thin black thread, and below that black thread was a tiny black dot.

"How could your love interest..." Feng Yuan exclaimed in shock, "You stole your love interest back?"

“It wasn’t stealing,” Feng Lin corrected, “it was taking.”

Feng Lin removed the white blindfold and looked directly at her. "My soul-capturing technique doesn't work on you, does it? You lied to me when you said you didn't know where my heart resided, didn't you?"

After Feng Lin's love interest was forcibly dug out, he used his abilities to ask everyone who knew about it, but in the end, no one knew anything.

But since Fengying was able to place his feelings in the Heavenly God's Decree, he must have needed the help of the Supreme God.

Finally, seal away Feng Ying's memories so that Feng Lin won't be able to get any information out of him.

However, the fact that they were able to accomplish this means that one of these people lied to him.

Feng Yuan's excitement and the questions she asked indicated that she knew the location where the Love Root was hidden.

Feng Lin confirmed that his soul-capturing technique didn't work on her; she had lied to him.

Feng Yuan felt guilty and dared not look him in the eye. She turned her head away, sighed, glanced at him, and had no choice but to tell the truth, "Yes, I lied to you. Your constitution is too special, and your mother dared not gamble. You were almost out of your mind at the time, so I had no choice but to resort to this tactic. I had Feng Ying hide your love in the Heavenly God Token and Qing Mo seal his memories. Neither of them knew where your love was."

“And you,” Feng Yuan looked at him, her voice softening, “I gave birth to you at the cost of most of my life. You still have my blood in you. As a child of a ghost cultivator, the Soul-Seizing Technique cannot control the mother. No matter how powerful your Soul-Seizing Technique is, it will not affect me.”

Feng Yuan said earnestly, "Ah Lin, now that you've regained your love, shouldn't you tell your mother where Xiang Xiang and the others are? Also, that Lin Sanshui before was Tian Tian. The Soul-Capturing Mirror showed her wearing those clothes, right?"

"How did you find out?" Feng Lin asked curiously, though he believed his plan was flawless.

“I’ve improved the Soul-Capturing Mirror. It can even reflect the raw materials of inanimate objects like clothes and fabric. But that day, the Soul-Capturing Mirror only showed the Blood Demon Ginseng and nothing else. I didn’t pay attention, and when I remembered it, I couldn’t find it anymore. It must have been you. The clothes you were wearing were the same as yours.”

Feng Yuan warned, "Let me tell you, if Tian Tian finds out that you locked up her parents, let's see if she forgives you, and what about her four brothers? Let's see how you get them to accept you and stop you from messing around."

Feng Lin opened his mouth, just about to say something about Mu Xiang and her husband, when a huge cry came from outside the Demon King's Palace.

“That’s the sound of Vermilion Bird’s Blazing Flame. I’ll go take a look.” With that, Feng Yuan went to inquire.

However, she had just arrived outside the palace.

A powerful wave of fire quickly spread outwards, turning all the buildings in the Demon Immortal City to ashes.

Feng Lin put the white cloth back on and looked up at the angry Vermilion Bird.

Fierce Flame demanded angrily, "Feng Lin, where is my child?!"

It smelled the scent of its newborn child in the Demon King's palace.

Feng Lin said calmly, "It's not here."

...

At the same time.

Qi Tong, with his round, fiery red body, arrived at a room constructed from various sophisticated instruments.

In the center of the room stood a huge, round, transparent water tank containing a man's body. Although the man's eyes were closed, Qi Tong could still vaguely recognize him.

The people inside...

It was Feng Lin.