Chapter 111 Chapter 111 "Can you really?"

Because of the cough, Zhu Yan's already flushed face became even redder.

He covered his mouth and nose, his body tensed like a fully drawn bowstring, frightening Jiu Zhao so much that he quickly got up from his waist.

There was a popping sound, similar to the subtle movement of a cork leaving a bottle.

Jiu Zhao didn't care that his legs were still weak, and hurriedly helped Zhu Yan up and rubbed his back up and down to help him calm down.

Cough, cough, cough.

The intermittent sound of his labored breathing filled her ears. After finally calming down, she observed his expression and asked worriedly, "Yan Lang, your weakness is getting worse, isn't it? It's all my fault. I knew your condition, but I still had no self-control!"

Zhu Yan took a deep breath and selectively ignored the dull pain rising in his chest.

He lifted his sweat-drenched eyelashes and gave Jiu Zhao a feigned smile. "It's nothing serious. I was just overjoyed and lost my breath for a moment... As the saying goes, if you die beneath the peony flowers, you will be a romantic ghost. I hope you can lose your self-control more often."

"Really? You're still so unruly at this moment!" Jiu Zhao glared at him angrily, then raised a finger to his lips and said, "What's the point of saying life or death? Don't say such unlucky words anymore! Now that I've mastered the Nirvana Phoenix Fire, I will definitely heal you!"

The hard edge of the nail dug into the warm lip flesh, causing a slight belated pain.

Zhu Yan's gaze followed Jiu Zhao's slender fingers and saw her serious face.

After a moment, he nodded with trust and dependence:

"Well, Zhao Niang, I believe you!"

…

They slept in each other's arms until dawn.

After being helped by the fairy maid to wash and have breakfast, Jiu Zhao and Zhu Yan came to the Erqingtian Divine Doctor's Office.

The highest point of the Divine Doctor's Office is where Xingyao works.

Jiuzhao's Erqingtian has a dedicated medical officer on call at all times, and he has not been here many times.

When I stepped inside, I found that it had the same structure as the stilt house in the bamboo forest in Yunsheng's life - tall and gloomy wooden cabinets were placed in rows by the window, with medical books scattered everywhere, some closed and some spread out. In the middle stood a small square alchemy furnace, which made the wide space seem cramped.

The two men had different personalities and there was no greeting when they met. Instead, they directly discussed Zhu Yan's condition.

"As life draws to a close, weakness is inevitable. Coughing isn't a serious symptom, and I'm not vomiting blood."

After hearing Jiu Zhao's description of last night, Xing Yao's tone remained blunt and harsh as always, "After all, Immortal Lord Zhu Yan has been living in the life plate for many years, being nurtured by divine power. He can maintain his current state, which is much better than those with ordinary weak diseases.

"If Your Highness can cultivate the Nirvana Phoenix Fire within the stipulated time, Immortal Lord Zhu Yan will have a chance of survival. I am still a few days away from preparing the medicine. Before he restores his meridians and cleanses his marrow, he can take the medicine first to increase his chances of success."

Jiu Zhao keenly grasped the key point: "What? Could this method possibly fail?"

"Of course, is there anything in this world that is guaranteed to succeed?"

Xing Yao nodded as a matter of course, "Just like when Your Highness cultivates the Phoenix Fire, if Immortal Lord Zhu Yan can't endure it, he will fail and die."

After declaring this cruel truth, she half-lifted her eyelids and looked at Jiu Zhao, who was looking hesitant. "But I was going to die soon anyway, wasn't I? To live a long life, gambling the remaining ten or twenty years of my life is worth it."

Zhu Yanyi held her hand tightly beside her: "Zhao Niang, believe me, if you can do it for me, I can do the same."

The three of them discussed it and decided to tentatively schedule the plan for after January.

To be on the safe side, Xingyao took Zhu Yan's pulse again and, in front of Jiuzhao, deliberately made a veiled criticism: "With your body, you should be less lustful and keep your six senses pure. Are you so impatient for matters of family and marital affairs? Aren't you afraid of fainting in the middle of it?"

After saying this, she urged Zhu Yan to quickly return to the fate tablet and not to wander around without any business. Then, she casually picked up a medical book from the long table and raised an eyebrow at Jiu Zhao: "Your Highness just returned. Isn't he busy? Why are you still lingering here with me?"

After enduring it again and again, Fang suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

Jiu Zhao reached out and grabbed her collar, lifting the short medical immortal, who was as tall as a little girl, and said, "I have something to ask you. Come with me."

…

The cursing Xingyao was brought to the God Emperor's bedroom.

The side hall used to receive guests opened, and Lan Qi, dressed in black, stepped out and ran into Jiu Zhao.

He seemed to have forgotten the last night when he took the initiative to ridicule her, and walked past her without looking away, without even pausing for a moment.

“…”

Jiu Zhao was debating whether to go up and say hello.

Seeing that Lan Qi treated him as a stranger, he felt an inexplicable sense of suffocation.

Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty!

Those riddle-like words reappeared in her mind, and she subconsciously wanted to turn around and glare at his back, but in front of her, she heard Dan Xuan's voice, who had followed closely behind him: "Hey, Your Highness, why are you here so early?"

“I came to visit the Father.”

Jiu Zhao explained his purpose, and without moving his right hand, he grabbed the sleeve of the angry Xing Yao behind him, which earned him a look from Dan Deng that seemed to want to say something but was hesitant.

"Please come in, Emperor Zuo has just finished drinking tea with Ye Zun."

The door opened and closed behind them.

The hall was empty. Jiu Zhao raised his eyes and saw the God Emperor sitting on a chair with one leg raised.

He was not wearing a crown, but a casual robe, which made the silver dots in his black hair and eyes stand out even more.

Jiu Zhao fixed his gaze on the white hair for a moment, cupped his hands, and bowed: "Your son greets your father—"

The Divine Emperor waved his hand, dispensing formalities. "Zhao'er, come here. I heard from Danlun that you requested an audience with me last night. What was your reason?"

Jiu Zhao didn't answer, but pulled Xing Yao closer to him and said, "I want to know if Father is well these days, so I asked the Medical Immortal to come and take your pulse."

Her request was made suddenly without any preparation, which seemed a bit abrupt.

A strange look flashed across the God Emperor's eyes, but he also cooperated by extending his wrist and ordering Xing Yao to input his immortal power to detect.

Although Xing Yao was careless in her work and sharp-tongued, she was ultimately very meticulous in her craft. She pondered, controlling her immortal energy to circulate within the Divine Emperor's body for a moment before withdrawing her hand. Lowering her eyes, she said carefully, "The Emperor's throne is fine. Only his divine power has been depleted. I suspect this is due to the recent battles."

"It's just that I lost some divine power. Everything else is fine, right?"

Jiu Zhao's divine expression never relaxed.

Xing Yao glanced at her, then glanced at the God Emperor, and simply said, "Your Highness, you asked me on the way about whether the birth of a child with both parents being extremely poisonous spirit beasts would add poison to the poison. I have already told you that this will not happen. The offspring of immortals and demons will either take from the father or the mother. As for the practice of refining a highly toxic poison into a colorless, odorless, and intoxicating slow-acting poison, I have never heard of it."

She said a lot in one breath, revealing Jiu Zhao's past.

Jiu Zhao's face turned pale and red, while the expression of the God Emperor who was listening beside him remained calm.

"It seems that Your Highness and the Emperor no longer need me. I will take my leave."

After taking revenge on Jiu Zhao for the brute force he had used on her along the way, Xing Yao, seeing that the situation was not good, slipped away in a flash.

Only Jiu Zhao, whose head was as big as a bucket, and the God Emperor who could not tell his emotions were left.

"Father God."

Drip.

Jiu Zhao's gentle voice was heard along with the sound of tea being poured into the porcelain cup.

"I am guilty."

She kowtowed and succinctly recounted the story of her entanglement with Wu Zhu from the Sunless Abyss to the heart of the Phoenix Tree.

"Wu Zhu deceived me, saying he had poisoned Father God with the Submandibular Pearl. He then used various provocative words to draw out the demons within me. Now that I have returned from Nirvana, and although I have achieved the Phoenix Fire, the demons within me are difficult to dispel. I am currently at my wit's end."

Maintaining his bowing posture, Jiu Zhao pleaded, "Most importantly, I'm thankful Father God wasn't poisoned, otherwise I would be guilty of this."

After confessing all the mistakes he had made without reservation, Jiu Zhao's forehead touched the cold ground, and his skin was hurt by the carvings on the jade bricks.

But he did not dare to look up, and waited silently for the judgment of God the Father.

After a while, a big hand grasped her shoulders and lifted her up, and in the blink of an eye, a cup of fragrant tea came into her sight.

Jiu Zhao held the teacup in his palm in a daze. The God Emperor pointed to the opposite side of the wooden table and said, "Zhao'er, sit over there."

So the conversation turned into a face-to-face one, and Jiu Zhao became more and more afraid to look into the eyes of the God Emperor Mingrui.

"Since Wu Zhu wanted to control you through his inner demons, how did you escape his scheme and achieve Nirvana?"

The question of the God Emperor went to the core of Jiu Zhao's speech.

After opening and closing his mouth for a long time, Jiu Zhao said, "...I made him fall in love with me."

"What about you? Are you in love with him?"

The God Emperor asked again.

Jiu Zhao's tone was difficult: "No, but I was reluctant... I always felt it was shameful to take advantage of others' sincerity."

"But you did it in the end."

The God Emperor's conclusion was firm.

His calm words were like a heavy hammer hitting Jiu Zhao's heart.

She closed her eyes, hummed softly, and said, "Responsibility comes first. Some things are not about whether I want to do them or not, but whether I should do them or not."

After she said this, the God Emperor remained silent for a long while.

"Drink your tea. Tea loses its aroma when it gets cold."

As he spoke, he poured himself a glass as well.

The temperature was just right, and the refreshing and slightly bitter taste entered Jiu Zhao's throat, and his anxious mood eased a lot.

She watched as the God Emperor methodically performed the intricate art of tea making.

My ears were filled with the crisp sound of the lid of the pot gently tapping against the edge of the boiling pot over the sacred fire.

The Divine Emperor finally spoke about how to handle this matter: "Inner demons are nothing serious. When you become a god, you will have a chance to dispel the filth. You have lived up to your father's expectations and cultivated the Nirvana Phoenix Fire. Then your father will find a way to help you replenish your true bloodline and help you become a supreme god."

Complete the true blood meridians.

Become a god.

Jiu Zhao had fantasized about the latter several times, but the former was unimaginable.

"Isn't the Phoenix Blood only given to the twins as half each, and only returned when they unite and give birth?"

She asked hesitantly and confusedly.

The God Emperor raised his teacup and smiled, "As long as Zhao'er kills another person with true blood with his own hands, it can be done."

The smile of the God Emperor has always been warm, kind, and tolerant.

Just like the bright sunlight that shines on all things when spring comes in March.

However, at this moment, hearing him say this with a gentle smile, Jiu Zhao suddenly shuddered.

"In order to make it easier for Zhao'er to take action, the owner of the true blood is among the demon group that came to visit."

Following the words of the God Emperor, Jiu Zhao remembered that there were indeed several powerful envoys from the Phoenix Clan at the banquet last night - but in order to identify them, they would have to use the Phoenix Clan's exclusive spells to further confirm them.

So, Wu Shao, who had been in a state of living dead in the Sunless Abyss for a long time, finally died under the nine-day thunder tribulation?

Jiu Zhao had a strange thought in his mind that the adoptive father and son could be together in the underground, so that Wu Zhu would not be too lonely.

"but."

The God Emperor extinguished the divine fire, and the teapot automatically fell onto the table from its floating state.

Following a thud, he said slowly, "Can you really do this? Even if the enemy is your own people, your Mother Goddess's former subjects, and if she hadn't married me, they would have been your subjects in the future—Zhao'er, can you bring yourself to kill them?"

If he was not sure that the person sitting opposite him was the real Father God.

Jiu Zhao simply thought that Wu Zhu had come back to life and was trying to stir up the demons in her heart.

May I?

Is it really possible?

Putting aside the fact that they were also members of the Phoenix Clan, Jiu Zhao was shocked to realize that, after all, she had never actually killed anyone.

She couldn't help but hesitate.

But what can you do if you hesitate?

The demons are inherently greedy and possess boundless desires. They once signed peace agreements with the Three Pure Ones, only to return within ten thousand years. To ensure the long-term stability of the Three Pure Ones, they must be continuously weakened, leaving them powerless to fight back. Therefore, the remaining half of the True Blood must be recaptured.

Jiu Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "I can definitely do it, Father God."

The God Emperor opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Finally, he lowered his eyelids again and said, "I hope that when that day finally comes, my son will also remain steadfast in his original aspiration."