Chapter 112
The whip, however, remained stationary just three inches away from him.
Zhu Yuan looked up in confusion, only to see Ling Wu flip her wrist, and the enforcement whip disappeared instantly.
Above the courtyard, the gold bracelet that once rivaled the red moon also returned to Lingwu's wrist.
"Why did you change your mind?" Zhu Yuan's purple eyes held obvious confusion, as well as a hint of faint joy.
Ling Wu frowned upon noticing this.
What is he so happy about?
Is Gu Lingwu's memory the opposite?
Why do people who are supposed to be love-struck seem normal, while Zhu Yuan, who should be normal, has some potential to be love-struck?
"Your figure will appear wherever resentment manifests. Since it cannot be eliminated, and the Enforcement Whip cannot cause you any real harm, I do not wish to waste my energy. Moreover..." Ling Wu raised her eyes, "Now you are so weak that even a gust of wind could blow you away."
After saying that, Ling Wu didn't linger and turned to go inside.
Under the moonlight, Zhu Yuan's purple eyes narrowed slightly.
The red moon in the sky gradually faded, and Zhu Yuan's figure also gradually became faint.
After today, it will probably become even more difficult to come to the mortal world through blessings.
However, Zhu Yuan lowered his head and gazed at the wisps of black mist at his fingertips.
After a long while, he tilted his head, his eyes filled with intense confusion.
Why did he just try to lift her skirt for her...?
A gust of wind swept away the lingering fragrance left by Ling Wu, and the figure formed from the black mist vanished completely.
Demon Realm
The Demon Palace is constructed from piles of black jade, and from a distance it looks as if it has fallen into an endless sea of silence.
It is melancholic, magnificent, and strangely beautiful.
"Your Majesty." A group of demons dressed in black knelt on the ground, their faces all showing the same piety and madness.
It was as if they would immediately live and die for their sovereign if they sincerely uttered a single word!
The man at the head of the table, dressed in black, had striking eyes. He opened his dark purple eyes, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye added to his eerie appearance.
In an instant, the oppressive aura emanating from him caused the demons to involuntarily shrink back, and then their eyes were filled with fervor.
Your Majesty has become even more powerful!
One day, the Demon Realm will once again rise to the top of the Six Realms, and all beings in the Six Realms will kneel and proclaim their sovereign!
Zhu Yuan slowly sat up straight, lowering his eyes to look down at the dark mass below.
"Candied hawthorn berries".
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, so his words were not very clear.
"Your Excellency, what did you say?" The demon closest to Zhu Yuan asked in confusion.
His face was then filled with boundless excitement. The last time the Venerable One spoke to them was when the Old Demon Lord was killed on the spot by the God of War of the Immortal Realm, and he stepped forward to confront that God of War of the Immortal Realm.
On that day, the cold wind made His Majesty's robes flutter, and all the demons were about to retreat from the God of War of the Immortal Realm. His Majesty simply raised his eyes and stepped forward alone, fighting the God of War to a draw!
Then, looking at them below, their eyes filled with tears, he coldly ordered, "Get lost."
Five hundred years have passed since that day...
Is Your Majesty finally ready to declare war on the Immortal Realm this time?
But I didn't hear clearly what His Excellency just said.
Whatever it may be, they will do their utmost to complete it!
Zhu Yuan remained expressionless, but this time his voice was clear enough for all the demons present to hear clearly.
"Candied hawthorn berries".
"..."
"Candied hawthorn?" the demon repeated, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Then, as if he had figured it out, his face was full of fighting spirit!
His Majesty's intention must be to take down the other six realms one by one, like a string of candied hawthorns!
Seeing that he seemed to be on a high, Zhu Yuan frowned and said sparingly, "Go and buy it for me."
He has never felt any affection for these mentally unstable demons; the fact that he can avoid being annoyed is the limit of his gentleness.
For the past hundred years, he has been devoted to cultivation, with only one thought in mind to break through the contract barrier of the Demon Realm and go out to defeat Lu Xuanzhi.
Therefore, he has never stepped out of the Demon Palace, and he is not as familiar with them as Ling Wu, whom he has only met once today.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yuan raised his eyes.
That barrier seems to have weakened considerably, and it will probably disappear completely within a few years.
At this moment, the oppressive and silent Demon Palace fell into an even deeper silence.
After a pause in thought, Zhu Yuan frowned and said coldly, "Get out of here now."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The group of demons seemed to have slipped away without a trace, leaving only complete silence in the room in an instant.
The sky in the demon realm is always gloomy, because it is nourished by endless resentment that blots out the sun...
Zhu Yuan had always been indifferent to this, and had never even paid attention to the color of the sky.
But at this moment...
He recalled the scene of Zhu Yuanzhang's first meeting with her.
With the bright white moon hanging in the sky, she seemed like a deity descending to earth.
In the morning, through Zhu Yuan's body, he could see her standing in front of the bed for a moment, gazing at it, before leaving in the warm sunlight.
As dusk fell, she handed him the string of candied hawthorns.
Cool fingertips, a lingering fragrance, a soft and gentle voice, every smile and gesture exuding both allure and indifference—all capable of striking straight into his heart…
Zhu Yuan awkwardly raised his hand and placed it on his chest.
It has a slightly sour and bittersweet feeling.
This was the second time she had experienced complex emotions after becoming a demon.
Yet, the excitement was even greater than after the first time he fought Lu Xuanzhi to a draw.
Lingwu, inside the blessing room, brushed her fingertips across the blessing forehead.
The cool sensation dispelled the chill within the body, and all the darkness and tyranny in the dream subsided and retreated into the corner.
His brow gradually relaxed, and the smile on his lips made him look like he was having a sweet dream.
“Sister…” he murmured.
Ling Wu paused slightly as she stepped out of the room, then sighed softly and turned to leave.
His birth was actually due to Zhu Yuan.
Since cause and effect are already determined, it's unknown how much longer he can be kept alive.
next day
Upon waking, Zhu Yuan was momentarily confused, but then immediately got out of bed and, without bothering to dress, stepped out of the room wearing only her undergarments.
What came into view was not the quiet and clean courtyard of the past.
Instead, a woman in an elaborate floral pleated skirt sat on the newly erected swing, smiling gently at herself.
The warm sunlight cast a golden glow, coating her already stunning face with a soft radiance.
"Xiao Yuan is awake?"
For some reason, Zhu Yuan's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
“Sister…” His voice choked, and an inexplicable panic welled up in his heart.
The big black dog beside the swing wagged its tail and ran towards him, its two front paws leaping into the boy's arms.
I instinctively took two steps back so I wouldn't fall, and the inexplicable emotions I'd just felt vanished.
He squinted and hugged Xiaobai with both hands.
Good morning, Xiaobai.
Yueying stood beside the swing, her shimmering peach blossom eyes carrying a hint of self-satisfaction.
The little brat is so easy to coax, it's just that Xiaobai suffers.
After returning, he went to the peach orchard to ask for a few peaches to give Xiaobai as an extra treat.
After a short while, a faint blush appeared on Zhu Yuan's face, and Ling Wu finally spoke: "Today, your sister will take you out."
Lingwu turned her head and pressed her cheek against the vines of the swing, where a small pink flower quietly bloomed, exuding a sweet and alluring fragrance.
Pink flowers, beautiful women, warm sunshine, green vines...
Zhu Yuan stared blankly, a sweet feeling inexplicably rising in her heart. She then nodded obediently, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye became even more adorable.
"good!"
Seeing that Zhu Yuan had gone in to wash up, Ling Wu picked the small pink flower and put it into the two jars of honey in her Qiankun Ring.
The two jars of honey, which she had prepared again, were filled with honey.
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