Chapter 106 World Five (Eight)

Princess Chunru was depressed for several days after being coldly rejected by Crown Prince Rong Zhao. However, she quickly cheered up and consulted the demon servant beside her on how to make it impossible for the Crown Prince of Heaven to reject her feelings.

The demon servant's eyes rolled slightly, and thoughts came to his mind. He said in a deep voice: "There is a saying in the mortal world that water dripping wears away stone. If the princess is so infatuated, which man can not be moved?"

Princess Chunru frowned in deep thought at the demon servant's words. She found it strange that so many in the demon world adored and doted on her, yet she had feelings for the cold-faced Crown Prince, known for his unrelenting demeanor. Thinking of Crown Prince Rong Zhao's stern features and tightly pursed lips, Princess Chunru's cheeks warmed unconsciously. She thought to herself: She had seen the fawning faces of others since she was a child, but she had never seen the frost and snow high above, untouchable, yet she secretly yearned for this bone-chilling ice to melt for her own unique moment.

Immortal Lord Zhenyu looked at the huge monster in front of him, and his usually gentle expression stiffened slightly.

Thinking of the captured demon soldiers, Zhenyu Xianjun was slightly surprised, thinking to himself: This demon world had expended so much effort just to give this thing to Prince Rong Zhao. Zhenyu Xianjun didn't know what to say. Was Princess Chunru's love unrepentant, or was she too naive to the point of foolishness, actually delusionally thinking of impressing Prince Rong Zhao with such a trick?

Immortal Lord Zhenyu gathered the huge creature in his palm and was about to turn around to leave when he saw Immortal Lord Yueyuan, who was wearing a crimson robe with colorful silk threads wrapped around his waist. He was looking at him with his arms folded and a smile on his face.

The Immortal Lord Zhenyu understood the elegant meaning of the music when he heard it. He stretched out his hand and a ball of white light appeared in his hand.

Immortal Yueyuan raised an eyebrow: "Sent by the princess of the demon world?"

Upon hearing this, the Immortal Lord Zhenyu's brows and eyes were tired, and he replied softly, "Yes."

Having spent tens of thousands of years in the heavens, Yueyuan had witnessed many love affairs. However, he had never imagined that such a romantic story could happen to Crown Prince Rong Zhao.

Immortal Yueyuan walked lightly, and in a moment he was beside Immortal Zhenyu. He patted his shoulder and said cheerfully, "I'll go with you."

When the two immortals arrived at Xiaohan Palace, Prince Rong Zhao was looking at the lotus in the porcelain bowl with a serious expression. The petals looked much more haggard than a few days ago, and their whiteness revealed fragility.

"Your Highness."

Prince Rong Zhao turned his gaze away from Little Lotus and said in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

Seeing the small lotus with slender and delicate branches, the eyes of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu darkened slightly, and he began to think about how he should ask Prince Rong Zhao to give this lotus to him.

He was thinking about other things in his mind, but the Immortal Lord Zhenyu did not show it on his face.

"There is something in the demon world that is for your highness."

Prince Rong Zhao's expression remained unchanged: "What is it?"

The magic was removed, and a huge rosewood box appeared in front of them.

The Immortal Lord Zhenyu thought to himself: Princess Chunru has improved this time. She knows that if she sends the princess off in her own name, she will definitely be returned intact.

But if it is in the name of the demon world, Prince Rong Zhao will definitely open it and take a look.

Several black butterflies flew out from the rosewood box, intending to pounce on the immortals in the Xiaohan Palace.

But before he got close to Prince Rong Zhao, he was frightened by the coldness around him, flapped his wings, and flew away.

Immortal Yueyuan identified the origin of the black butterfly.

"It's the soul-guiding butterfly from the demon world."

The Soul-Guiding Butterfly can draw souls to the demon realm. Unlike ordinary butterflies, it is not iridescent. It appears to have been raised in the demon realm's dark rivers, its entire body a pure black. The Soul-Guiding Butterfly can approach souls and even immortals. However, those with low spiritual energy will have their souls absorbed by the Soul-Guiding Butterfly, used as a vessel to nourish their magical power.

These creatures only grow in the demon world and are extremely difficult to cultivate.

Princess Chunru gave this item to invite Prince Rong Zhao to go to the demon world.

Immortal Yueyuan looked at the calm face of Prince Rongzhao and thought that Princess Chunru's many thoughts were destined to become illusions.

The soul-guiding butterfly gently raised its wings, which were as thin as cicada wings, and flew towards the round celadon bowl on the table.

The small lotus nestled in the porcelain bowl seemed to have a soul, and its branches and vines were shaking uncontrollably.

If the little lotus is caught by the soul-guiding butterfly, it will definitely become its food and be used to increase its magic power.

But before the soul-guiding butterfly's wings could get close to the petals of the small lotus, they were blown down by a hurricane, and the door was completely dead in an instant.

The coldness in Crown Prince Rong Zhao's eyes grew even colder, and he didn't even glance at the lifeless Soul-Guiding Butterfly on the ground. He held the porcelain bowl in his palm, looked at the bent branches, and said in a low voice, with a hint of disdain: "Stupid."

Seeing that Prince Rong Zhao was so ruthless that he didn't even want to leave the Soul-Guiding Butterflies any chance of survival, Immortal Lord Yueyuan was afraid that the remaining Soul-Guiding Butterflies would also be killed by Prince Rong Zhao with an indifferent look on his face. He hurriedly pulled out a few strands of colorful silk threads from the door at his waist and threw them at the Soul-Guiding Butterflies that were running around because of the influence of his magic power.

In a moment, the Soul-Guiding Butterfly's slender legs were tied to the colorful silk thread, and its wings, which were originally waving lively, were now unusually quiet.

Although the demon world sent them off, it was just a cover known to everyone.

But what was sent was a soul-guiding butterfly. If it was an immortal servant with low magical powers, he would definitely be injured by it.

And there is absolutely no reason for the Heavenly Realm to return this Soul-Guiding Butterfly.

Princess Chunru may have treated these butterflies as playmates, and therefore overlooked the fact that although the soul-guiding butterfly is small, it can cause serious harm to people.

However, what happened today can be seen as Princess Chunru's simple mind being lost in love, or it can be seen as the demon world acting boldly, deliberately sending such a dangerous thing to the heaven with the intention of causing trouble.

Immortal Zhenyu didn't need to think carefully to know that what Prince Rong Zhao was thinking was definitely the latter.

Although Princess Chunru had good intentions, she almost caused disaster in the end, and it was only right that she implicated the demon world in the crime.

Prince Rong Zhao gave a few instructions in a cold voice, all of which were about the demon world. Immortal Lord Zhenyu thought to himself, as expected, and silently accepted the orders.

Immortal Yueyuan obtained dozens of soul-attracting butterflies, and a look of joy appeared on his face. Seeing Immortal Zhenyu's attitude of facing a formidable enemy and silently reminding him, his brows relaxed and his voice was clear: "The princess of the demon world really puts a lot of effort into it."

Unfortunately, all the hard work went into his pocket.

Facing Crown Prince Rong Zhao's cold expression, Yueyuan Immortal Lord had long been accustomed to it and couldn't help but suggest, "The demon world is so attentive, Your Highness really isn't moved at all."

Without waiting for Crown Prince Rong Zhao to reply, Immortal Monarch Yueyuan rewound the multicolored silk thread adorned with soul-attracting butterflies around his waist, then conjured a smooth, delicate white jade pebble from his palm and suggested, "Whether you're in love or not, we'll know with a single test."

Prince Rong Zhao originally didn't want to pay attention to it. Immortal Lord Yueyuan had always been such a mischievous person, and it hadn't changed in thousands of years.

The porcelain bowl in Prince Rong Zhao's hand swayed slightly. He looked at the slender swaying branches and thought of the weak figure of "Wuqingsi". For some reason, his mind moved slightly and he placed his palm on the white jade pebble.

Immortal Zhenyu looked at the small lotus in the porcelain bowl. The petals were wilting and looked depressed because of the excessive amount of pond water. He couldn't help but say, "It doesn't take so much water to maintain a lotus."

Seeing Prince Rong Zhao looking over, Immortal Lord Zhenyu said sincerely, "If Your Highness is too busy to take care of Little Lotus, I can take care of her."

Zhenyu Xianjun has read many books such as "The Way to Raise Lotus" and "On Lotus" and believes that he can take good care of this fragile little lotus.

But Prince Rong Zhao simply stroked the delicate branches of the small lotus and said indifferently, "No need, it's happy with it."

Even though there is too much water in the pond, the little lotus is happy with it.

The mist flashed by, and Prince Rong Zhao turned his palm.

A light red thread appeared in the previously empty palm, almost invisible, with a faint color.

Both immortals were extremely surprised, until Prince Rong Zhao tested it again, and twice... it was the same.

——Prince Rong Zhao, who has cut off all feelings and regards love between men and women as trouble, actually developed feelings.

Prince Rong Zhao withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed, and a trace of confusion flashed through his heart.

Immortal Yueyuan explained, "Could it be that Your Highness has met the person destined for you, a destined marriage, and that's why you've developed feelings for her? However, the celestial realm is vast, and the only person Your Highness has been involved with recently is Princess Chunru of the demon realm."

It seems that your Highness's love for Princess Chunru was born out of you two, and that you two are destined to be together as a couple by heaven..."

There was a strong color in Prince Rong Zhao's eyes and eyebrows, and the coldness around him frightened even the Immortal Lord Yueyuan, and he did not dare to continue speaking.

A cold and emotionless voice fell: "I don't need it. Such troublesome things should not exist."

Prince Rong Zhao had seen two people who were born with a bond of love, the so-called "destined ones", who clung to each other and claimed to be made for each other.

Prince Rong Zhao would not allow himself to degenerate into such an immortal king. He only belonged to himself.

He was not born for anyone, and he would not fall in love with the princess of the demon world because of the so-called destiny.

However, although the magic of immortals can reach the sky, it cannot resist the laws of nature. In order to prevent himself from becoming a puppet of destiny, Prince Rong Zhao wants to erase the emotions that have arisen.

Prince Rong Zhao's eyes were sharp, like an arrow shot from a bow, and his aura was fierce. Facing such momentum.

No matter how unreasonable his request was, it was impossible to refuse.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan knew the difference between the important and the unimportant. Although he had a bad temper, he knew that under the current circumstances, if Prince Rong Zhao was really angry, he would naturally find a way to help him.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan's face was solemn. He pondered for a moment and found an idea from ancient methods.

“If Your Highness wishes to wear off the ties of love, he must prove it to Heaven.

Even if there is a thread of affection, Your Highness will never let it go."

Immortal Lord Zhenyu seemed to have thought of something, shook his head slightly, and thought to himself that it was not possible.

But Immortal Yueyuan still told the method.

“It would be better if you were to enter the mortal world and experience love in every life. Your Highness could still remain steadfast and cold as before. Even if it is the will of heaven, there is nothing you can do about it.

In this world, there are love, hate, passion, anger, infatuation, and resentment. The joys and sorrows of men and women are even more intoxicating. Only by immersing oneself in them and not changing one's original heart can one wear away the threads of love."

Immortal Lord Zhenyu stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, you cannot go. While the mortal realm offers opportunities for love and experience, the trials and tribulations of life and death, and the numerous dangers, will only wear down the hearts of Immortal Lords. Your Highness, you cannot go..."

Crown Prince Rong Zhao gently raised his hand, his resolve complete. He had spent years in the celestial realm, yet he had never underestimated the mortal world. Yet, even after traversing the howling and wailing sea of demons, having lost half his magical powers, Crown Prince Rong Zhao still stood at the head of the immortals, charging forth to meet the enemy.

He knew that the mortal world gate was dangerous, but he was not afraid.

Prince Rong Zhao raised his head, and there was no trace of the faint thread of love left.

He closed his palm and seemed to still feel the fish-like silk thread swinging at his wrist, about to penetrate his skin and burn his arm.

——The love is still there.

Prince Rong Zhao will not be controlled by anyone, not even the laws of nature.

Seeing this, the Immortal Lord Zhenyu knew Prince Rong Zhao's temperament. Once he made up his mind about something, he would be stubborn and no amount of persuasion would help. The Immortal Lord Zhenyu lowered his eyes and stopped trying to persuade him.

When Fuling found the treasure fan, she was standing on tiptoe, stroking the white clouds in the vast sea of clouds.

Ever since Fuling accidentally scratched the white clouds, causing the sea of clouds to turn into dark clouds, it has become extremely difficult to play with these white clouds.

As long as Fuling reaches out her hand into the vast sea of clouds, the clouds that were originally gathered together will disperse, leaving only Fuling's soft back.

At this moment, the soft cloud was lying in the arms of the treasure fan, enjoying the caress of the treasure fan's soft palm.

The clouds seemed to be very happy with the precious fan and were willing to leave the vast sea of clouds for it.

Baoshan leaned over and rested her cheek on the cloud, feeling the soft touch.

She looked gentle, with long, curved eyelashes that almost touched the clouds.

The white color of the clouds makes Baoshan's cheeks look fair and delicate, and her eyebrows and eyes look affectionate.