He's alright looking.
Mo Zuili gave a mocking "heh," raised an eyebrow, and said, "You've cut ties completely, so why are you afraid he'll notice? You may not be in contact on the surface, but you're still thinking about him."
Zhu Hehong pursed her lips and didn't reply.
Mo Zuili sighed and said, "According to what you said before, with his half-human, half-demon physique, his immortal energy has been drained, and his strength will drop drastically. He should be in no better shape than you now."
After a pause, Mo Zuili continued, "So what if he notices? After entering the Wasteland, I'll find the Dragon Clan's spatial barrier and go directly into the Dragon Domain to discuss cooperation with Qing Shanyue. By the time I come out of the Dragon Domain, Qing Shanyue might have already ascended to the throne. Where can't I leave then? Why must I come out of the Wasteland?"
Zhu Hehong remained silent.
Seeing this, Mo Zuili helplessly sat back down on the wooden stool, lightly tapping the table with her fingertips, making a crisp sound: "Don't pretend you're deaf and dumb. Do you still want to get back together with him? Didn't you say he deserved to die!"
“He truly deserves to die.” Zhu Hehong finally spoke, her voice cold and hard.
When Zhu Hehong said this, the murderous intent surging in his eyes was genuine.
But his hesitation about Mo Zuili's plan was genuine.
Mo Zuili saw it clearly and suddenly laughed: "You want him to die, but you can't bear to let him die."
Zhu Hehong suddenly looked up, saw the smile on Mo Zuili's face, then calmed down, coughed awkwardly, and said stiffly, "He is really good-looking."
Mo Zuili: So?
Only after these words were spoken did Zhu Hehong realize that something was wrong.
After holding back for a long time, Mo Zuili gritted her teeth and blurted out, "How about I find you a substitute, someone who can take the form and body of the Desolate Lord? We're in the cultivation world now, and you still care about looks!"
Zhu Hehong frowned, not understanding what Mo Zuili meant by "good looks".
Before she could even try to salvage the situation, Mo Zuili interrupted her, saying, "Alright. If you can't let it go, go find him. Give me the token for the spatial tunnel, and I'll go to the Dragon Domain to finish things up. When I get back, I'll mobilize the Phoenix Clan's forces for you, and ask the Dragon Clan for some more. You can lead your men straight into the Wasteland!"
Mo Zuili paused, a sly glint in her eyes: "If the Lord of the Wasteland dares to hide, drag him out and talk things over. If you can't reach an agreement and you really can't let him go, tie him up and keep him by your side. You stay in the Wasteland and decide whether to release or kill him when you've thought it through."
Zhu Hehong was completely stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Mo Zuili's method was actually the best one at the moment. Why hadn't he thought of using external forces?
Zhu Hehong's murderous intent towards the Desolate Lord was genuine; she hated his betrayal years ago and his complete disappearance.
But now his spiritual power is sealed, and compared with his peak, he is in a much worse state.
The Wasteland Lord witnessed almost all of Zhu Hehong's peak period, her most flamboyant years.
Now that things have come to this, and she's in such a sorry state, Zhu Hehong absolutely cannot allow the Lord of the Wasteland to discover her.
Over the years, she deliberately distanced herself from the desolate land, never to see it again, in order to maintain this delicate balance and settle scores once her strength was fully restored.
After a long while, Zhu Hehong exhaled, took out a rose-bronze token from his Sumeru Ring, and handed it to Mo Zuili.
“You’re right, I do have some lingering feelings. But it’s not because I still have any sentimental attachments. I’m just not reconciled. How dare Hua Fei so openly snatch someone away! And the Lord of the Wasteland actually went with her! I don’t want to have any contact with him until I’m back to my peak.”
After a pause, Zhu Hehong looked up at Mo Zuili and said, "Let me make this clear first: if anything happens to you in the desolate land, I won't be able to come and save you."
Mo Zuili took the token, her fingertips tracing the raised patterns on it. She looked up and met Zhu Hehong's gaze, nodding calmly, "I know. I'll find someone to deal with him when I get out."
After handing over the token, Zhu Hehong resumed her nonchalant demeanor, raising an eyebrow and smiling as she said, "I can handle the matter of the Wasteland myself. Your defeat of Hua Fei in the Dragon Clan will be the reward for the token."
Mo Zuili raised the token and said, "Definitely."
For three more days, the Phoenix Clan harassed Huang Tianyao, causing him a great deal of trouble, but he couldn't find any fault with Mo Zuili, so he could only grit his teeth in silence.
After entrusting all matters concerning the Phoenix Clan to Zhu Hehong and having Huang Tianlu, Huang Yu, and others assist her, Mo Zuili finally felt at ease.
Huang Tianlu wanted to persuade Mo Zuili to stay in the Phoenix Clan, but Mo Zuili shut him down with, "What, do you want to come with me to the Dragon Clan?"
As Mo Zuili packed her bags and crushed the token, a familiar sense of spatial tension washed over her.
Mo Zuili couldn't help but complain: Has anyone ever improved this spatial tunnel? Every time I feel dizzy, it's like I've been thrown into a washing machine, and my internal organs feel out of place.
When I landed again, the sand beneath my feet was scorching hot.
The desolate land truly lived up to its reputation.
What met his eyes was an endless expanse of yellowish-brown, with a howling wind whipping up sand grains that stung Mo Zuili's face.
Looking into the distance, not a single decent plant can be seen; only the occasional withered bird flying across the sky makes this land seem even more desolate.
Following the map given to her by Zhu Hehong, Mo Zuili used her divine sense and discovered that the spiritual energy here was pitifully thin.
Following the markings on the map, Mo Zuili deliberately concealed her aura and walked forward with uneven steps.
Although the Desolate Lord's strength has greatly declined, he remains keenly aware of any outside presence within his own territory.
After walking for about half an hour, Mo Zuili suddenly stopped.
Something's not right.
Mo Zuili looked down at the pebbles on the desert floor. Along the way, these stones seemed to be faintly connected, like some kind of magic circle...
Mo Zuili crouched down to observe the direction in which the pebbles were placed.
"It should be a spirit-gathering array, right?" Mo Zuili murmured to herself.
After circling the outer edge of the magic circle for several dozen steps, Mo Zuili confirmed that this was indeed a giant spirit-gathering array.
After confirming that the magic array was not a threat to her, Mo Zuili felt relieved.
The barren land is devoid of spiritual energy, so only the Lord of the Barren Land could afford to set up such a large-scale spirit-gathering array.
It seems this person didn't choose to stay in the desolate place and wallow in self-pity.
Just as I was pondering this, I heard a rustling sound from ahead.
Mo Zuili looked up and saw a low-level demon emerge from the sand. Upon discovering Mo Zuili's abundant spiritual power, it rushed towards her like a vulture that had smelled carrion.
Mo Zuili had no time to linger. The Phoenix Flame Spear unleashed a fiery wheel, instantly reducing the demon to ashes.
But just as the ashes fell, Mo Zuili noticed that after the demon died, it was transformed into energy in a mysterious way and flowed into the magic array.
Mo Zuili stood still, her eyes suddenly sharpening.
This magic array is not a pure spirit-gathering array.
This place is not safe to stay!
Mo Zuili carefully avoided the magic array, concealed her aura, and pushed her speed to the limit, rushing towards the location of the dragon clan's spatial barrier.
On the way, Mo Zuili had a vague feeling that she was being targeted.
Upon reaching the location indicated by Zhu Hehong, Mo Zuili immediately discovered the dragon clan's barrier.
Unlike the stones in the small world of the Phoenix Ruins, the dragon barrier here is a door.
The gate to the Dragon Realm barrier is not embedded in the rocks or the void, but hangs alone above the sea of clouds.
Above the doorway sits a pair of dragon heads facing each other, their horns sharp and menacing.
Mo Zuili took out the token given to her by Qing Shanyue, infused it with spiritual power, and then pushed open the door and entered.
Less than half a moment after Mo Zuili entered the room, a figure in cyan landed where Mo Zuili had just been standing.
"It's not Zhu Hehong..."
The figure in cyan muttered to itself, "But this is indeed her spatial token. Is she going to the Dragon Realm?"
...
As soon as Mo Zuili regained her footing, she heard Qing Shanyue's soft voice: "Your Highness, how have you been?"
Mo Zuili pressed her head, which was throbbing from passing through the spatial tunnel, and looked around. It seemed to be the interior of Qing Shanyue's palace, but it was not the simply furnished outer room that she had come to with Qi Shuyan last time. This place looked more like an inner room.
Qing Shanyue was still wearing that moon-white outfit, with a loosely tied belt made of tree branches around her waist, except that the two dried lotus pods at the end had been transformed into pink lotus flowers.
Qing Shanyue sat upright at the mahogany table, on which were two celadon teacups.
Qing Shanyue lifted the teapot, its spout hovering above the rim of the cup closest to Mo Zuili. As the boiling water was poured, white steam rose.
Mo Zuili put away the Phoenix Flame Spear, walked to the table, lifted her black robe and sat down in the chair, smiling as she said, "I didn't expect that Ninth Prince's spies have spread all the way to the desolate land."
Qing Shanyue put down the teapot, her voice still calm and composed: "I am not as powerful as the Holy Maiden. The restrictions and formations in the desolate land are very strict now. With my current physique, I'm afraid I can't even get close to the edge."
Mo Zuili sighed, raised her hand to support her forehead, and pressed her fingertips against her throbbing temples.
Looking up at Qing Shanyue, too lazy to beat around the bush any longer, Mo Zuili said crisply, "Let's stop beating around the bush. I came in with your token, so you must know that I came from the Dragon Clan Barrier in the Desolate Lands."
Before Qing Shanyue could speak, Mo Zuili raised her hand to interrupt her and continued, "The Yi family of Bo Xi is your spy, isn't they?"
Seeing that Qing Shanyue did not deny it, Mo Zuili continued, "You can contact the outside world, so you know that I am now close to Zhu Hehong. You know about Hua Fei and the Lord of the Wasteland, so you should understand that I cannot help Hua Fei. Although the inheritance of the demon race outside has ended, the position of the demon king is still undecided due to the interference of the demon race."
My request is simple: if Your Highness ascends the throne in the future, I hope you will remember our cooperation today, and I also hope Your Majesty will lend a helping hand when I vie for the throne.”
After listening for a long time, Qing Shanyue slightly curled the corners of her lips, placed the teacup on the table, and said, "What Your Highness said is naturally fine."
She looked up: "It's not that I doubt Your Highness's ability to break your promise, it's just..."
Qing Shanyue sighed, "With my current physical condition, I'm afraid I'm willing but unable to fight the impending chaos in the Dragon Domain."
Mo Zuili stared into Qing Shanyue's eyes and suddenly understood why Qing Shanyue had chosen him to cooperate.
So it wasn't because of Qi Shuyan that they noticed me and came to me that they cooperated with me.
Mo Zuili was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
