Chapter 86 Doesn't Senior Brother Dislike Me? (28) "Master..."
Dragon Crystal Palace.
Fu Li sat quietly at the crystal table in the main hall, reading a storybook.
The night was long. The light of the mermaid tear lamp on the table suddenly flickered for a moment, and the wick, which was supposed to never go out, snapped with a "click" and fell into the lamp.
As if sensing something, she raised her eyes, and her delicate brows immediately furrowed.
The next day, as the first rays of dawn touched the eaves of the Dragon Crystal Palace, a loud, clear voice echoed throughout the entire Western Continent---
"You demon cultivators have been a scourge to the world for too long. If you do not submit within a day, I will strip you of your bones and tear out your tendons, displaying them to heaven and earth. I mean what I say."
The clear, cold voice, like ice, was deeply etched into everyone's minds. Some lesser demons with low cultivation even collapsed, bleeding from their eyes and ears.
The demon cultivators with higher cultivation levels realized the seriousness of the problem. The pressure they exuded far exceeded the current world's understanding of top-tier experts, and they were probably already at the level of a rogue immortal.
Before long, news of the appearance of the "Dragon Palace Immortal Venerable" in the Central Continent spread throughout the Western Continent like snowflakes.
Having already witnessed the enemy's power, the demon cultivators all decided to give up resisting.
Inside the Four Seas Immortal Palace, Zhongli Qianye summoned his trusted subordinates to discuss the matter.
Although the demons didn't understand how a human cultivator could advance from the Nascent Soul stage, bypass the Refining Void stage, and the Deity Transformation stage to directly reach the Half-Immortal realm within a few years, his strength had already been proven. So they all advised him that since such a powerful figure had emerged among human cultivators, he might be able to conquer the entire world on his own. They should avoid his sharp edge, bide their time, and keep their strength intact.
If it were the old Zhongli Qianye, despite his past grievances with Chongjing Pavilion, he might have listened to his subordinates and temporarily feigned compliance to survive. But now...
Li'er was once Chongjingge's fiancé, and on the eve of their marriage, she personally destroyed his nascent soul and pushed him off a cliff. Now that Chongjingge has achieved great success in his cultivation, his first step is to target Xizhou with his sword. It's hard not to think that he might have revenge in mind.
If he were to surrender without resistance, and that person were to demand his empress in the future, he would be publicly executed and killed without hesitation. Would he then be expected to smile and reluctantly part with her?
In the main seat, the man stared intently for a long time before a sarcastic smile appeared on his handsome face, as if he had made some wicked and insane decision.
"He wants me to bow down? On what grounds? When I was born, that Chong family brat was still nursing somewhere! He's just a half-immortal who just passed his tribulation. Does he think I'm absolutely incapable of winning with my cultivation level?!"
The trusted demon general advised, "Demon Lord, this matter must not be taken lightly. Chongjing Pavilion has already reached the half-immortal stage, and it is impossible to predict the extent of its strength. It is better to feign weakness and plan carefully."
Zhongli Qianye, however, wouldn't listen to a word of it.
He suddenly stood up, his long robe trailing on the ground, his dark purple eyes faintly reflecting a cold and unyielding resolve as if he were facing death.
"If you are willing to avoid battle and are unwilling to face a powerful enemy, then I will go myself! The righteous cultivators of the Central Continent are provoking us in this way, and I will not tolerate it!"
After saying that, he strode out the door.
Meanwhile, Fu Li also heard that familiar and authoritative voice. He rubbed his temples, which were ringing a little, put on his coat, and went out the door.
Standing on the high steps of the main hall, one could see the surrounding scenery in all directions. The sky had been overcast and dark since dawn, as if some unseen force was gathering a storm, and now it was the calm before the storm, which was both frightening and suffocating.
Xiao Yue stood outside the door, her eyes, hidden in the shadows, revealing a clear worry, but it wasn't for herself.
However, before he could open his mouth to say anything, a tall figure strode over.
Zhongli Qianye was clad in armor, his black cloak billowing behind him in the wind, exuding a steady and imposing aura. The armor on his body swayed up and down with each step he took, making a crisp sound as it clashed.
With just one glance, Fu Li understood what he wanted to do. As the man drew closer, he asked calmly, "Are you ready to go to war with him?"
"Are you really sure?"
The boy spoke calmly, but his eyes revealed a hint of doubt. Given Zhongli Qianye's personality, he shouldn't be the type to "rather be a broken jade than a whole tile."
But the other party just smiled slightly, and a hint of affection appeared in his naturally cold and ruthless snake eyes as he gazed deeply at Fu Li, as if he wanted to engrave his image deep into the depths of his pupils.
Finally, she spoke gently, "Of course, as you know, he and I are mortal enemies. Even if I didn't go looking for him, he would have come looking for me. This battle was inevitable. Besides, I'm doing this for you..."
His words came to an abrupt end, yet the unspoken understanding between those present was palpable.
Fu Li lowered her eyes and remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.
"Oh, just in case, here you go." As he spoke, Zhongli Qianye pressed his index finger to his forehead, and a ball of golden light slowly emerged from between his eyebrows, then, guided by magic, entered Fu Li's dantian.
A warm current surged from the dantian to the limbs, radiating a gentle and abundant spiritual energy.
Fu Li was taken aback, but then heard Zhongli Qianye continue:
"Although there is no antidote for the Nine Fragrance Life-Extinguishing Pill, as long as I place my Dragon Pearl in my dantian, the poison will not take effect again."
Upon hearing this, Fu Li looked down at her abdomen, paused slightly, and asked, "Won't that affect you when you're fighting?"
Zhongli Qianye slowly shook his head.
He spoke lightly: "It's perfect that you keep it here for me. Li'er, I'm leaving now. You stay in Dragon Crystal Palace and wait for me to return."
"If—and I say if—I fail to win, there is a secret passage behind the treasure chest in the main hall that leads outside, known to no one but me. You can escape from there. Do not hesitate."
He told Fu Li his last words through telepathy, but the message wasn't just sent to him; it was also sent to Xiao Yue, who was standing nearby.
Zhongli Qianye glanced coldly at the black-robed man beside him, then looked at his beloved one last time with tender eyes before transforming into a cloud of black mist and flying into the distance.
Raising her head to watch him leave, Fu Li stroked the area around her dantian, her eyes gradually darkening.
Once the black mist had completely disappeared from sight, Xiao Yue said to Fu Li beside her:
"Ah Li, he can't win. Rather than waiting for Chongjing Pavilion to come after Zhongli Qianye's defeat, let's leave now!"
Fu Li had already told him what happened on Thousand Miasma Cliff that day. Xiao Yue understood that as long as Chongjing Pavilion was still alive, it would never let Fu Li go. Now that the other party's cultivation had reached a state of perfection, and he was halfway to immortality, it would be extremely easy for him to seek revenge on Fu Li.
But he sided with his junior brother and wanted to take him far away.
In fact, Zhongli Qianye's telling him about the secret passage and giving his dragon ball to Fu Li was also an implication of this matter.
He knew perfectly well that facing a half-immortal with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, yet he went without hesitation. Who can say how much of that was merely a delaying tactic?
Faced with Xiao Yue's urgency, Fu Li looked up at the slightly whitening sky and said calmly, "Fourth Senior Brother, do you think that if the Four Seas Demon Lord is defeated, Chongjing Pavilion will not be able to find us?"
He then turned and went back into the hall.
The final result was as expected. The Demon Lord of the Four Seas faced off against the Immortal Venerable of the Mortal Realm on the border of the Western Continent. Even though he transformed into his massive black dragon form, he was defeated by the opponent's sword energy within ten moves. His sternum was pierced, his tendons were severed, and he fell from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground.
News of the Four Seas Demon Lord's defeat quickly reached the Dragon Crystal Palace. The demons on the island immediately fled with the old and young, and the vast immortal island became almost deserted in just a few hours.
Xiao Yue stayed by Fu Li's side without leaving for a moment, and even at this point, he was still urging her to leave quickly.
"There's a Concealing Breath Grass hidden in the Medicine Pavilion. If you eat it, you can hide your presence. Ah Li, I'm begging you, please leave quickly! If you wait any longer, it will really be too late!" Even through the thick mask, you could sense the urgency on his face.
Ke Fuli's face was calm and serene, and she only sighed softly, as if she had already expected this outcome.
Raising his hand to block the herbs Xiao Yue was offering, his face grave, he said, "Fourth Senior Brother, I knew this would be the outcome. Eldest Senior Brother is already halfway to immortality; ordinary Hidden Breath Grass is probably useless against him. Even if he escapes, where can he go? He'll just be caught a little later."
“I was the one who wronged him, so I accept that he wants to seek revenge.”
“But you are different from me. You haven’t done anything heinous. The sect leader said that Elder Meng has a pill that can make people forget their memories. When you return to Dragon Gate Mountain, ask Elder Meng for it and forget me.”
For the first time today, the boy showed a smile. It was as if he had returned to the junior brother on Xiaoyao Peak, always smiling sweetly at his senior brother who came to play with him and kept chasing after him.
Xiao Yue stared at him, lost in thought. But when she came to her senses, she was still unwilling to give up.
"Why? Everything was fine in the other world, and Ali didn't have to go through so much pain. Why has this world become like this..." Tears welled up in the deep eyes of the Nightmare.
But in the end, he still couldn't go against Fu Li's wishes.
At dusk that day, the setting sun, like blood, fell on the horizon, adorned with a crimson halo.
After Zhongli Qianye's defeat, the demons of the Western Continent surrendered to the human cultivators one after another. The last stop was the Four Seas Immortal Palace, located in the far west.
Fu Li stood on the steps outside the main hall, below which lay an empty open space. The place where demon servants and guards once stood was now deserted. Only a tall, black-robed figure stood silently beside him.
As the sun set, a silvery light rapidly approached, first enveloping them with an unfathomable and immense pressure. Fu Li exerted considerable effort to avoid being unable to straighten up due to the overwhelming pressure.
Almost instantly, he saw what the huge, dark shadow in the silver light was—it was a massive black dragon covered in black scales and stained with blood.
It was then smashed straight down.
A massive spear pierced through the dragon's body from below its head, strung together like earthworms on a twig, and driven straight into the ground beneath the main hall's steps. The jade-paved floor sank, scattering countless fragments of stone.
Fu Li raised her hand in time to shield herself from the flying pebbles, and when she looked up again, she saw a figure in white robes, exuding an ethereal aura, in mid-air.
"Zhongli Qianye is dead, Yue Fuli, aren't you going to surrender?!"
As a familiar, calm yet terrifying voice rang out, Fu Li slowly emerged from the shadows of the palace roof, revealing her figure gracefully.
The overwhelming pressure rendered him almost speechless, yet he endured it with all his might, striving to maintain a steady tone and a clear, gentle voice:
"Senior Brother, it's been a long time."
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