Chapter 178 Pleasant Cooperation

No one noticed that a bluish-red ball rolled to the girl's feet.

"Jianjian! Come out quickly!" Sang Wanyue's left hand, which was supporting her on the ground, was unrecognizable. Her eyes were red as she looked at the three people surrounded by thousands of miles of true energy, and her gaze was locked on the girl at the very center of the storm. Her voice was almost hoarse as she shouted, "Jianjian, come out quickly!"

Ye Xuanzhi was filled with regret for listening to Mu Jianjian's words and not using his original strength and Dao techniques.

If he had just broken the seal, Jianjian might not have gone to such lengths and gambled!

But now he can't get involved anymore!

"You can absorb true energy, why aren't you doing it now!" he asked anxiously to the pitiful white ball in his arms.

The white ball looked like a wilted eggplant, its head drooping.

It hasn't even digested the true energy it absorbed from that woman before, and now it can't handle this much.

Ye Xuanzhi understood what the other party meant. He hugged Bai Tuan tightly and gave a self-deprecating smile.

If something were to happen to Jianjian inside...

He will never forgive himself.

Both Mr. Xu and Mr. Gong Yuanjin stared at the scene before them, speechless with shock.

At this moment, Old Xu could not imagine how delicate Mu Yatou looked when he first met her. He knew he couldn't have mustered such courage to take such a gamble!

It's like...

She had her reasons for doing this; she had to "win".

“Perhaps for you, this is just a small mistake due to a slip of the tongue,” Mu Jianjian said softly, looking at the man rushing towards her from the eye of the storm, “but for me, it is a rare hope.”

Is the man in front of me really unable to stop?

He simply didn't want to bear the consequences of the backlash from his true energy, so he chose to let the two of them take the risk.

But Mu Jianjian was willing to face death for the sake of everyone present—

This is her realization.

"Boom boom boom—"

The two forces, both nearing the Nascent Soul stage, collided and surged upwards. The rising clouds and smoke swept in all directions like a whirlwind, shattering buildings in their path and causing them to dissipate into the air. The crowd was also severely injured by the aftershocks of the energy, with those of lower cultivation levels even suffering internal injuries.

Not to mention the person right in the center of it all.

Sang Wanyue's eyelashes trembled slightly. At this moment, she felt as if her body was not her own. She just stared blankly at the center of the smoke and dust, and suddenly forgot what day it was.

She suddenly lowered her head and looked down at the soil stained red with her own blood, the sight glaring and blinding.

Ye Xuanzhi's aura was disordered, and he had long forgotten about asking the heavens for divination. He was covered in dust and dirt, completely unlike his previous dignified and immortal appearance.

After recovering from the aftershocks of the clash of true energy, the others turned their attention to the dissipating dust.

Time has never passed so slowly.

"The law of no harm in smoke!" A girl's voice emerged from the thick smoke.

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

The people around finally relaxed; it was good that nothing happened!

As the endless night passed, the light pierced through the clouds at the edge of the sky, refracting a halo of light onto the ground. Dust specks traced the shape of the light, casting real shadows among the crowd.

Sang Wanyue showed her first smile of the day, while Ye Xuanzhi's Adam's apple bobbed as he picked up Commander Bai and kissed him several times.

Gong Yuanjin chuckled softly a few times, and Old Xu patted his chest to reassure him.

When the smoke and dust finally cleared, only a sitting girl could be seen on the flattened, cracked ground.

Mu Jianjian sat on the ground, holding something in her hands. Despite being covered in blood and grime, she grinned as she opened her palms, revealing a reddish-blue fur ball lying inside.

"Thanks to Huo Huo," she exclaimed sincerely.

Originally, she intended to use the "wall" formed by the Illusionary Butterfly of the Pupil Transformation Technique to block the collision of their true energies, but she still underestimated the damage that the temperature in the air would cause her. Unexpectedly, Huo Huo appeared at the critical moment.

No wonder they are descended from the ancient Bifang!

Mu Jianjian released Huohuo from her hand and watched it return to Sang Wanyue's body with extremely tender eyes.

Having just won a major battle, Mu Jianjian was both excited and exhausted. Ignoring the pain from the burn marks on her body, she cupped her face and smiled at Sang Wanyue.

"Yueyue, we won!"

That's great! I can help relieve some of the pressure on my senior.

——

The inner palace of the Demon Palace.

Unlike the residences of other forces, which were razed to the ground by the true energy, the ten-thousand-foot palace was no longer what it once was. Corpses lay scattered among the broken walls, their deaths extremely gruesome. The air was filled with a heavy stench of blood, and the damp air pressure was sticky to everyone, giving them a suffocating feeling as if they were being choked.

Only a few people stood on this spot.

Old Wen's worried gaze never left the man in front of him.

"Young Master..."

Chi Wenqing's white brocade robe was no longer the same as it had been. It was covered in blood and from a distance, it looked like he was wearing red. His body was covered with hideous wounds, and there was even a hole in his chest that was still bleeding. Blood dripped onto the ground.

An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago from such a wound, but he remained calm and smiling.

When Wen Lao saw Chi Wenqing's smile, his heart ached even more.

How could he not know what the young prince looked like ten thousand years ago?

He didn't even have a smile, not even the slightest emotion, until one day the young prince suddenly changed, his lips always curving into a smile—

Even though there was no emotion in his eyes.

I learned by chance from my Chinese teacher that the young prince always had a smile on his face because a woman had once complimented his smile.

He could do that just because of one sentence from the other party.

It is still the same now.

How could Elder Wen not know the thoughts and killing moves of that person from the upper realm?

The young prince's background is still uncertain, and there has been no news of his memory recovery, but that person has already treated everyone as pawns.

Layer upon layer, the entire Demon Palace was transformed into a banquet hall.

This is that person's consistent style.

However, as if he had anticipated this, the young prince turned the tide in a game where he had no chance of winning, utterly defeating his opponent.

But the price he paid was so high, and the girl in his heart was completely unaware of it.

How could Mr. Wen not feel heartbroken?

"Elder Wen, you've worked hard." Chi Wenqing's voice was hoarse as he rubbed the uneven chess pieces in his palm and turned his gaze to Ye Wuluo, who was also seriously injured not far away. "Holy Son."

“Young Lord… no, I should say the next Demon Lord,” Ye Wuluo said with a forced smile, his gilded fan in his hand had a hole in it, but that didn’t stop him from fanning himself. “It’s a pleasure to cooperate with you.”

The depths of her lowered peach blossom eyes revealed a fear of men.