Spying?
Are you trying to spy on my memories?
Fang Zong was speechless. If he were confused and not fully conscious, it would be fine if you forced yourself on him. But I'm perfectly conscious right now. What exactly do you want?
He mentally smirked, conjured up a cigarette, lit it, and then tightly covered Jiu Mei's eyes.
It's good that she's dead; at least it can keep Ninth Sister in check.
…………………
Spring in the eastern part of the Earth.
It should have been a time of vibrant blooms and springtime, but instead, heavy snow fell from the sky, and the temperature was colder than in Antarctica.
High in the sky, there is an eight-armed Rakshasa, with a menacing look in its eyes and brows. Its eight arms seem to cover the entire sky and hold the whole earth within them.
"Zhang Bairen, Laozi, and you three-eyed bastard, get out of my way! Anyone who dares to stop Sister Xiaoran, your Aunt Xue Nuo will never forgive them!"
Amidst the heavy snow, a bolt of purple lightning struck the sky, scorching even Laozi, who was holding the alchemy furnace.
Xue Nuo jumped around and beat up everyone who blocked her way until a crescent moon descended. Then, pouting, she hid to the side, letting Li Xiaoran and Sophia deal with her.
“You can’t go,” Sophia said softly.
Unlike Li Xiaoran, Sophia was more rational. With red eyes, she said, "A-Zong did this because he didn't want Earth to be destroyed by the people in the Great World. If you go, it's uncertain whether you can get revenge. If you fall into their hands, Earth will be finished!"
"I don't care!"
Li Xiaoran's voice was even colder.
She was just a person, always just a person. Later, she met Xue Nuo and Fang Zong, and all she could see in her heart and eyes were those two people.
In her eyes, nothing about the Earth or righteousness mattered.
All she wanted was revenge for Fang Zong!
So Li Xiaoran stepped past Sophia, and with one step, he became a cold ice lotus. The violently low temperature froze everything, leaving everyone frozen in place.
With a wave of her hand, the isolation room, built at a cost of 30 billion, froze into the most basic particles, and a broken knife was revealed in the cold fluorescence!
"Dao Pattern Heavenly Blade, take me to A-Zong!"
"If we can't find him, we'll avenge Ah Zong!"
Li Xiaoran spoke softly.
The Dao Pattern Heavenly Blade trembled slightly and actually refused, with the phantom images of two women appearing on its blade.
The Plague Venerable and the Blood Amber Venerable, now only faint spiritual forms, still stood in front of Li Xiaoran. They floated out in the terrifyingly low temperature, shivering from the cold, yet resolutely grabbed one of Li Xiaoran's arms.
"Our master asked us to help him protect the Earth."
The Plague Lord forced a smile and said, "We have sworn a great oath to respect our master's wishes. You are the mistress of the world. If you bring the Heavenly Blade into the Great World and cause the destruction of Earth, we will die just the same. It would be better to stop you now and let you kill us instead."
"I will not kill you. You were saved by Ah Zong at the cost of his life."
“Master is not saving us, but saving his own people. However, you are right, we live because of Master’s will. We… can also die at any time because of your will, just like you went against Master’s wishes to take the Heavenly Blade to the Great World.”
"Am I going against Ah Zong's wishes?"
"That's right, perhaps it was against the master's last words."
After saying these words, the Plague Venerable suddenly turned her head and raised her face. She knew she shouldn't have said these things to Li Xiaoran, which would have caused the Blood Amber Venerable to slap her. At this moment, Li Xiaoran's eight arms retracted at the same time. The cold and invincible eight-armed Rakshasa covered her face, squatted in mid-air, and cried like a child.
The scene was completely silent, save for Li Xiaoran's sobs.
In this scene, people kept taking flight. Finally, eight hundred immortals, six thousand celestial beings, one hundred thousand great demons, and the hundreds of strongest warriors of the Eastern Kingdom all looked up at the boundless blue sky.
They were worried about Fang Zong.
I just hope Fang Zong can live...
………………
"Cool!"
Fang Zong laughed loudly.
Of course, even someone as powerful as the Old Mother of the Moon couldn't hear his boisterous laughter anymore.
While many people on Earth were worried about Fang Zong, he was unlocking endless positions for the Moon Goddess, and instilling in her the Korean drama-style relationship philosophy of "dying and coming back to life, feeling uncomfortable if you don't argue."
He revived the culture of a certain extinct island nation, sandwiched it in a Korean drama filled with suicidal themes, and had the Goddess of the Moon watching it for 188 hours straight.
I haven't finished watching it yet!
The Old Mother of the Moon was completely bewildered and kept cursing Fang Zong.
"Damn it! What's going on in this guy's head? Is it full of this kind of stuff? How did he even become a Great Venerable?!"
"Only thinking about matters of the heart and sexual pleasure..."
"but……"
"Tsk..."
Age is a major taboo for women. No one knows the true age of the Old Mother of the Moon, but she herself knows it.
In her 3,600-year lifespan, she had never imagined that matters between men and women could be so elaborate. In her view, so-called romantic affairs were merely mundane things that ordinary people did for the sake of procreation—drinking, lifting the veil, leading to the bridal chamber, and then suppressing it all—until today…
"Is...can this really be done?"
"This posture..."
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the secret room, the Old Mother of the Moon couldn't help but move her body and try to use some of the techniques she had seen.
Ninth Sister: "Summoner, let go of my hand! I want to see!"
Fang Zong: "No, you want to die with me again."
"I heard that! I have to see it! I've never seen a real rogue tyrant in my life!"
"There's nothing to see."
Fang Zong spoke while admiring the scene, his words carried a serious tone.
The Ancient-level Grand Venerable is truly different. His waist, his figure, his curves—he admired them for days and still couldn't get enough. But watching the show is one thing; he still needed to find a way to get the Old Mother Gaiyue to continue giving him treasures for cultivation.
Just as he was thinking, the Old Mother of the Moon suddenly stood up straight and shattered the image with a single palm strike.
"what?!!"
Fang Zong was affected by the palm strike, his mind was ringing, as if he had been hit hard with a club.
Just as he was feeling dizzy, the Old Mother of the Moon grabbed the ball of light he was hiding in, turned around and put on a conservative yet gorgeous palace dress, and flew towards the Blackwater Palace.
What kind of power does an Ancient-level Grand Venerable possess?
Just as Fang Zong's mind was filled with impure thoughts, the Old Mother of the Moon had already rushed into the Blackwater Palace, and with a wave of her hand, she eroded the main hall of the Blackwater Palace.
"Old Blackwater, you get out here right now!"
The Old Mother of the Moon roared, looking like she was about to turn on her.
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