Looking at the black dragon's body on the ground, Xu Changqing was utterly shocked.
The Qilin girl walked over, took Murong Fu's arm, and pointed, "Husband, this little dragon's bloodline is impure; it's quite ordinary."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "It is indeed just a miscellaneous dragon, but it has the advantage of having the bloodline of a true dragon, so it is still acceptable to eat.
Listening to the conversation between Murong Fu and the girl, Xu Changqing felt increasingly uneasy. Was this even human language?
What is meant by "mixed-race dragon"? What is meant by "just making do with what you have"?
So, if it's not a pure-blooded true dragon, it's not worthy of your consumption?
Xu Changqing braced himself and asked, "If I may ask, what kind of demonic creature is this dragon body?"
Murong Fu said, "He called himself the Heavenly Demon Emperor, but his strength was only so-so. I killed him casually, and only spared him from burning him because his original body was still in good condition."
"What! The Heavenly Demon Emperor!"
Xu Changqing couldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of him: the Heavenly Demon Emperor's corpse was right there.
Feeling its dragon might and its overwhelming demonic power, it was indeed a powerful being at the level of a Heavenly Demon Emperor.
Xu Changqing took a deep breath and said, suppressing his excitement, "Junior Brother Murong, please wait a moment while I go and ask Master for instructions."
Murong Fu said with a half-smile, "Eating a dragon, do I need to ask your master for permission?"
"..."
Xu Changqing was both amused and exasperated. Was this a matter of eating a dragon? It was a matter of the Heavenly Demon Emperor being killed and the Demon-Suppressing Sword falling into Murong Fu's hands!
Each one is absolutely stunning.
Murong Fu patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Just kidding, Master Xu, you go ahead."
"Junior Brother Murong, I'll arrange for a disciple to take you to rest."
Xu Changqing's expression turned serious, and he immediately arranged for someone to take Murong Fu to a courtyard.
He then went to find the leader of the Shu Mountain Sect, the Sword Saint Dugu.
In the courtyard.
Murong Fu waved his hand and set up an array to block divine sense from probing.
He then took out the Demon Sword and summoned Longkui.
Then he transformed Jiang Wan'er back into human form.
Zhao Ling'er was also in the courtyard, and her eyes lit up: "Are these two sisters both demons?"
“Miss Ling’er, you are actually a demon too,” Murong Fu said.
In the past, Zhao Ling'er would never have believed such a thing.
But then he remembered that a few days ago, he had drunk some alcohol and revealed his snake tail, scaring Li Xiaoyao away. Otherwise, none of these things would have happened.
Am I really a demon?
Zhao Ling'er was bewildered.
She didn't actually care about the human or demon races, but Li Xiaoyao did, and so did everyone else.
“Actually, you’re not exactly a demon, your identity is rather special…” Murong Fu waved his hand and handed her a gourd, “Let’s stop talking about such heavy topics, please have something nice to drink.”
"What is this?" Zhao Ling'er asked suspiciously.
“Monkey wine, a kind of sweet drink,” Murong Fu said.
"Wine?" Zhao Ling'er's expression changed drastically, and she shook her head repeatedly, "I can't drink alcohol."
"It's not alcohol, as I just said, it's a beverage, and it's very delicious."
Murong Fu seems like a creepy old man trying to lead a child astray, but he is righteous!
With a sense of doubt, Zhao Ling'er opened the gourd, took a sniff, and was greeted by a pleasant fragrance with a faint smell of wine, which was almost imperceptible unless you smelled it closely.
She took a sip. "Sweet and delicious!"
Zhao Ling'er took a few more sips before realizing her rudeness, and quickly said, "Thank you for the monkey wine~ uh~"
Her face flushed, and she let out a burp.
Unbeknownst to them, a snake's tail was revealed.
"Are you drunk? Then take a nap." Murong Fu put his arm around her slender waist, the heat washing over her face.
Longkui and Jiang Wan'er exchanged a glance, both understanding that their master was once again deceiving the ignorant little demon.
The only reason to blame this little demon is that she's excessively beautiful.
Sometimes, beauty is a mistake.
But being favored by Murong Fu is also a kind of happiness, isn't it?
Murong Fu looked at Jiang Wan'er, Long Kui, and the Qilin girl, and said:
"Come in together, I will help you with your cultivation."
Murong Fu's heart was broad, transcending gods, humans, ghosts, and demons, and transcending racial differences; this was true love.
The Qilin Girl and Zhao Ling'er are gods, Murong Fu is human, Long Kui is ghost, and Jiang Wan'er is demon.
All men are created equal, regardless of species, and all possess freedom.
Day after day.
From dawn to night, and then to the breaking of day.
The truly remarkable figures are those of today.
It was noon on the third day when Murong Fu left the courtyard.
Dugu Jiansheng and Xu Changqing had been waiting outside for a long time.
Xu Changqing's lips twitched, and he said sourly, "Junior Brother Murong, what a refined taste."
He rushed over and summoned his master, only to find himself waiting outside the courtyard for two whole days and nights!
"Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die." Murong Fu chuckled. "Master Xu, you have not yet seen the true meaning of your path."
Xu Changqing was stunned. "My Dao—"
Dugu Jiansheng spoke: "Young friend, I have come here only to ask you one thing."
Murong Fu smiled faintly at Dugu Jiansheng and asked, "Senior, please ask."
Dugu Sword Saint asked, "Do you have the Fire Spirit Orb?"
Murong Fu did not answer, but instead stretched out his palm, and the Fire Spirit Orb was clearly in his palm.
"Hiss!" Xu Changqing snapped back to his senses, gasped, and exclaimed in shock, "According to the sect's records, the Fire Spirit Orb is the Fire Ghost King's personal magic weapon. How did you obtain it?"
"The question is obviously asking whether to kill her."
Murong Fu shrugged and said calmly.
"..."
Xu Changqing's expression was beyond shock. He suddenly asked, "You're not in the Foundation Establishment stage?"
"Does that matter?" Murong Fu shook his head. "The depth of one's Dao cannot be measured by cultivation level. Master Xu, you have not yet grasped the realm of 'a flower is a flower, a flower is not a flower,' and you are far from your master."
"A flower is a flower, yet a flower is not a flower; little friend, please understand."
Dugu Jiansheng's eyes lit up in surprise.
Murong Fu smiled faintly, concealing his achievements and fame.
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