Wedding date set

The Demon Palace was deserted, filled with mindless puppets who only obeyed orders. Futan hung suspended in the air. How different things were now... He who had once been trapped in a small container could now travel anywhere in the world without any obstacles! He would make the heavens and the earth his own domain, and from now on, nothing could hold him back!

He has been staying in the Demon Palace for a long time since he confessed his identity. The letter he sent to An Luoyi made him panic. It was obviously he who proposed marriage, but it seemed that he was the one who was nervous about getting married. After living in the human world for many years, Fu Tan vaguely knew that if they wanted to stay together forever, they had to become partners. He really wanted An Luoyi to stay by his side all the time, but after really saying it, he was worried about her reaction. He thought of his companionship with An Luoyi in Jiutian, and his sister must like him. Thinking of this, Fu Tan couldn't help laughing. As for why he threatened Xian Youlin, he couldn't explain it clearly, but he inexplicably felt that he should do so. He didn't like this person, but if his sister wanted him to live, he could consider letting this person go.

Confronting the immortals didn't weigh on Fu Tan, but the thought of it kept him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Whenever he felt overwhelmed, he would concoct a few puppets to dispel his anxiety. This was true when he felt uneasy, even more so when he felt fearful. Even when he was anticipating something, he would rush out of the hall in jubilation to concoct a courtyard full of puppets. Before he knew it, the Demon Palace was overcast with gloomy clouds and a heavy aura of death. The number of puppets within the palace grew, but Fu Tan particularly relished this gloomy atmosphere. The greater his power, the more eager he was to hear from An Luoyi.

The only annoying thing was the new Saint of the Immortal Realm. She claimed to be his sister's biological sister, but she was always against him. He wondered what his sister had been doing these days. Was she as nervous as he was? Fu Tan held his face in his hands, thinking.

An Luoyi arrived at the Netherworld on a Pegasus, but the number of guards in the Netherworld Royal City seemed to have doubled. It turned out that the three realms had been in turmoil recently, and Bitar had specially dispatched additional troops to be stationed in the royal city.

The ghost soldiers didn't recognize An Luoyi and stopped her and Tianma outside the royal city. An Luoyi told them the truth in brief, but the soldiers still refused to let them go.

Time was running out, and An Luoyi didn't want to waste any more words and forced his way in with the sedan chair. The powerful spiritual power shook the guards to the ground, and the Pegasus rushed across the royal city towards the palace.

"Hurry! Go and report to the king!" the leader of the ghost soldiers shouted with his arms and legs spread out.

The king's teacher is naturally Bitar. Now that Xian Youlin is not in the palace, all affairs are handled by the king's teacher.

Upon hearing about this, Bitar summoned two teams of ghost soldiers to capture this person. The Pegasus galloping in the city made it very conspicuous and easy to spot, so An Luoyi was soon stopped. Bitar walked out slowly surrounded by guards, and when he met the eyes of the man riding the horse, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Bitar asked in surprise.

The news of Annanchi's self-immolation to apologize spread throughout the three realms. Xian Youlin also mentioned this matter to Bitar when he came back last time. From this, he learned that An Luoyi was also the daughter of an old friend.

He had previously mistakenly believed that An Luoyi was the child born after An Nanchi abandoned Chong Sheng. He resented An Nanchi, and therefore did not have a good impression of the Nine Heavens Saint. Now that they met again, he felt a little complicated.

"Uncle, please save Xian Youlin quickly!" There were a few messy strands of hair on An Luoyi's forehead, probably because he had been busy for a few days and had not had time to take care of it.

Her name instantly brought him and Bi Ta closer. Before Bi Ta had time to reminisce, he was shocked by the second half of the sentence. He hurriedly opened the curtain of the sedan chair, only to see Xian Youlin lying there peacefully, unconscious.

"What happened?" Bitar turned and asked An Luoyi.

An Luoyi frowned: "It's hard to put it into words."

Bi Tatar glanced around. Fortunately, there were only his personal guards and no outsiders. He quickly lowered the curtain and said to An Luoyi, "Follow me."

Inside the bedroom, besides the unconscious Xian Youlin, only Bi Ta and An Luoyi were present. An Luoyi explained his experience to Bi Ta, who collapsed into a wooden chair in shock. "I've seen the black energy you mentioned before on Chong Sheng, but we were too eager to escape at the time to investigate. I never imagined this mysterious power would linger until now and harm my disciple..."

"I have tried many methods but failed to save Xian Youlin. I can only take him back to the Netherworld to see if my uncles have any solution?" An Luoyi's brows have been furrowed since he entered the door, which shows that he is really anxious.

Bitar put his hands behind his back and thought deeply: "This disease is rare. Let me think about it..."

With that, Bitar hurried out of the bedroom and headed somewhere unknown. An Luoyi was about to chase him when he heard Xian Youlin's weak voice: "Luoyi."

An Luoyi quickly turned back and held Xian Youlin's hands. His fingers were clearly visible, and the bones were prominent. Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, Xian Youlin said in disbelief, "Am I dreaming? I've actually returned to the underworld?"

"This is not a dream, it is the underworld. We are back." An Luoyi's voice was as soft as the wind.

"Fallen leaves return to their roots... I can rest in peace in the netherworld and have no regrets in this life." Xian Youlin's eyes moistened as he touched her face with a trembling hand. "But the only thing I can't let go of is you. We finally understood each other but now we have to face separation. I only hope that you won't forget me after I'm gone."

Every word Xian Youlin said pierced An Luoyi's heart, and a sour feeling welled up in her nose: "No, Uncle Bitar is already thinking of a solution. I believe you will be fine!"

Xian Youlin didn't have time to grieve too much before the groggy feeling returned. He fell asleep unwillingly, muttering before falling asleep: "You've come to the Netherworld twice, but it's a pity that I haven't shown you around here properly yet..."

An Luoyi shed two crystal clear tears, her voice was sobbing and her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"Beautiful sister?" A head popped out from the door. The boy with a delicate face was Xian Youlin's cousin.

An Luoyi was so sad that she didn't notice someone approaching. She wiped her eyes and said, "Are you here to see Xian Youlin?"

"That's right." The boy's pupils widened for a moment. Apart from the King of Bitar, he had never heard anyone call his brother by his name.

An Luoyi stood up and asked the boy to get closer. "Your brother just fell asleep."

The boy's brows were downcast: "Brother..."

"He will get better, definitely!" An Luoyi said confidently.

Although An Luoyi was dressed simply, the words he said made the boy feel strangely at ease. He couldn't help but think of the past of Xian Youlin...

"My brother's father was an unpopular prince, and his mother didn't have a good life either. It would have been great if I could have been with him earlier."

An Luoyi was a little surprised. She had seen Xian Youlin's mother in a fantasy world, but she had never taken the initiative to learn about Xian Youlin's past. Now she wanted to know: "Can you tell me about his past?"

The boy glared. "Father often insulted my brothers. I overheard it. The previous generation's battle for the throne was bloody, and my fifth uncle was disqualified long ago. He had a strange temper and would often beat and scold his wife and children, so no one ever respected my brother. Then my fifth aunt passed away, and my brother lost his only protection. He grew up enduring humiliation."

An Luoyi frowned, his eyes filled with heartache. The price of growing up is always so painful...

"What happened next? How did he seize the throne during the Rebellion of the Kings?"

"My elder brother matured after our mother's death. Abandoned in a side hall, he seemingly lived a life of mediocrity, but in reality, he was keeping a low profile. The world ignored the youngest son because of the decline of the Fifth Uncle's lineage, but they never expected that he would step forward and quell the chaos in the Netherworld."

"During this time... he must have suffered a lot."

"I think only my brother knows."

An Luoyi looked out the window, and every strand of the golden silk hook on the cloud looked like a phoenix tail feather with an auspicious halo.

Yunti sat in front of the desk, on the table was a piece of red paper glittering with gold foil.

"Have you thought it through?" Fang Jinghe suddenly asked. He seemed to have been sitting beside Yunti for a long time.

"Will you blame me?" Yunti said, clenching his palms.

Fang Jinghe glanced at her sitting upright. The person in front of him had already shed the naiveté she had when she first arrived nine days ago. She looked so calm and determined, vaguely reminiscent of An Nanchi... "I will always support you."

Yunti raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Mu Qianyu pushed the door open and walked in. She looked at the desk and said bluntly, "Xiaoyi's trip is unknown to many people, so this engagement letter must be handed over by you personally."

"And as a sister." Yunti took over Mu Qianyu's words and then met her gaze calmly.

The two looked at each other and both smiled knowingly.

Boundary Monument Mountain.

Fang Jinghe stood on a small hill with his hands behind his back. "Do you think he'll see through it? I've only been with them for a few months and I can tell them apart, let alone Fu Tan, who's been with An Luoyi for three years."

Mu Qianyu said slowly, "It's different. Those involved are confused, but those who are watching clearly can see clearly. They are sisters... If Yunti deliberately imitates you, I might not be able to tell them apart."

Fang Jinghe chuckled: "You're right, the bond between these two sisters is always surprising."

The cloud ladder stepped on the colorful phoenix and landed on the top of the mountain. This was the boundary marker between the Nine Heavens and the Demon Realm. Fu Tan had been guarding here since he learned that An Luoyi had an appointment. Seeing a figure in white slowly falling in the distance, he excitedly stepped forward to greet him.

"elder sister!"

Yunti suddenly raised his hand and hit a red barrier.

Fu Tan rubbed his shoulders and stood still: "Sister~"

Yunti remained unmoved with a cold expression: "You know, I don't like being touched."

"Yes, I know, I know." Fu Tan put away his aggrieved expression but still kept his tone of aggrieved.

Yunti obviously didn't fall for his tricks, and Futan also felt guilty about threatening An Luoyi.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Yunti got straight to the point. "I can marry you, but I need the antidote to save Xianyoulin."

"Sister, is this person so important to you? So important that you would compromise on your own initiative..." Fu Tan's eyes flickered.

Yunti stared at him fearlessly: "You know I hate being threatened the most, yet you still do this? Do you know how I will look at you?"

Fu Tan was determined to do what he wanted. He gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "I'm really a little jealous of him."

Yunti looked at him with an almost insane look and said angrily, "There's no hope."

Fu Tan thought it was just his sister praising him, and he said, "I can give you the antidote, but it will have to wait until we get married."

Yunti shot a sharp look at Futan: "How do I know if you will go back on your word? Besides, Xianyoulin can't hold on for that long."

"Then we'll move up the wedding date!" Fu Tan said resolutely, "Do I have such little credibility in my sister's eyes?"

"From the moment you threatened me, no! Or perhaps even earlier, from the moment you started planning the murder, we became strangers." Yunti said coldly, "I once gave you a chance, but you ignored it."

The cold words pierced Fu Tan's heart like a sharp arrow. It turned out that heartache was such a depressing and suffocating feeling...

"Even so, I still ask for it."

"The antidote, I want it now." Yunti stretched out his hand.

Fu Tan frowned and looked hesitant.

Yunti turned around and said, "If you don't believe me, forget about marrying me."

"Wait." Fu Tan was afraid that An Luoyi would leave, so he immediately grabbed her and said, "I believe it, of course I believe it. Sister always keeps her word."

Fu Tan reluctantly handed over the antidote, but Yun Ti took it without even looking at him and disappeared on the spot.

The two parted ways on bad terms, and the wedding was scheduled for three days later, when Yunti only needed to attend.

Fang Jinghe looked into the distance and saw a shadow approaching. When the figure became clear, he quickly rushed over and said, "Ladder!"

Yunti held Fang Jinghe's hands with a smile.

"Have you agreed on everything?" Mu Qianyu asked.

Yunti nodded at her: "Yeah."

Mu Qianyu smiled and said, "I knew you were fine."

"Oh, right." Yunti took out the antidote he had asked for and gave it to Fang Jinghe, "Take this to your sister."

"Is this the antidote to Xianyoulin?" Fang Jinghe said in surprise, "I didn't expect Fu Tan to be so obedient to An Luoyi."

"That's right, you should send it to Xian Youlin as soon as possible. I don't feel safe if I hand this matter over to someone else." Yunti said.

Fang Jinghe refused without hesitation: "I won't go. The wedding is coming soon and I want to be with you."

"Stupid! If we delay the time to save Xian Youlin, what's the use of this antidote?" Yunti said angrily.

Fang Jinghe refused to go no matter what. Seeing this, Mu Qianyu stepped forward and said, "I'll go."

"Qianyu..." Yunti murmured, as if he felt something was wrong.

Mu Qianyu was ultimately concerned with the overall situation. She consoled him, "You're becoming more and more like a capable Immortal Lord. You can manage the Nine Heavens without anyone's guidance. Believe in yourself."

"I..." Yunti's eyes were a little moist. In the past few months, she had experienced life and death, joys and sorrows, and had shed all the tears in her life. Now to receive a word of affirmation... She was really moved.

Fang Jinghe hugged Yunti and let her lean on his shoulder.

"Qianyu, thank you. But you can't tell my sister the origin of the antidote. I'm worried she will be angry." Yunti instructed.

Mu Qianyu smiled and said, "I know how to handle this matter."

Yunti looked at Fang Jinghe sideways. There were friends in front of him, his lover beside him, and relatives he had been missing for a long time in the distance... There is no greater happiness in life than this. The sky is temporarily dark, but light will eventually come.