Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Beloved Disciple
The people from the three realms took their seats one after another. Sang Ling withdrew his gaze from the three of them and finally glanced at Wu Yao Immortal Venerable.
Fu Yan did not sit down, but stood behind Sang Ling. Seeing her emotions, he suddenly smiled.
I originally thought that her emotions would fluctuate after meeting Immortal Xiang Heng, Hua Ying and others, but unexpectedly she was calmer than anyone else.
Instead, he met a few unknown people and an ordinary elder, and his emotions fluctuated greatly.
Sang Ling had never expected to see Miaomiao and the others here, and for a moment she was unable to extricate herself from her emotions.
Suddenly, a chill came over her, and Fu Yu's cold fingertips climbed up and circled around the back of her neck.
Sang Ling immediately pulled herself out of her emotions, lowered her eyes and restrained her expression.
But that little bit of chill was always lingering at the back. Her body temperature melted that chill, and gradually brought the warmth into her fingertips and skin.
Fu Yan's hand no longer felt cold on his neck, so Sang Ling let him do what he wanted.
On the contrary, when Fu Yan's fingertips were no longer cold, and even showed warmth, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
Sang Ling tilted her head in confusion, and saw Fu Yan's hanging hands, which had some color but were slightly stiff.
Sang Ling frowned, took out a warm stone from the mustard seed bag and stuffed it into Fu Wei's hand.
He always freezes her from time to time, perhaps because he is afraid of the cold.
Sang Ling glanced at Fu Wei, and her hint was obvious: now that he had the warming stone, he could no longer use me to warm his hands.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yan didn't even look at him. He just rubbed the warm stone in his hand without looking down at all.
Although people from the three realms of immortals, demons and monsters have all arrived, the peace meeting of the three realms has not officially begun.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng once explained that they needed to wait for a great figure who was beyond the Three Realms to preside over the Three Realms Peace Conference.
Sang Ling was here just to complete a mission and didn't care.
The huge ceremony hall fell into silence for a moment, and suddenly someone from the demon world spoke loudly.
"I now remember who the person from the demon world is."
Sang Ling frowned and looked over. The one who spoke was the demon cultivator from the demon world with black eyes and snake patterns all over his body.
When they were communicating with each other just now, she had already learned the identity of this person - the Teng Snake King of the demon world.
Sang Ling was not unfamiliar with this name. The name she had mentioned that day was the concubine of King Teng Snake.
Moreover, Ao Ze had sent her a message a few days ago, saying that Sheng Sheng was now properly protected, and all the rebellious forces that had conspired to frame Sheng Sheng had been cleared out one by one, except for the Teng Snake King, for whom there was no accurate evidence and he was highly suspicious.
Sang Ling looked over and saw that although the Teng Snake King was talking about her, his eyes were indeed on Ao Ze.
The snake patterns on the face of the Teng Snake King flowed, and he smiled in horror, "The only heart-protecting scale of our Crown Prince is on this woman."
Although the words were not clearly stated, everyone present knew what it meant.
Ao Ze's eyes darkened, and the warning in his eyes was very obvious.
Unfortunately, the Teng Snake King did not give him face. He pulled his lips into a smile, and even stuck out his scarlet tongue in excitement. He turned his head to look at the Immortal Master Xiang Heng.
"I remember that the Crown Prince had made an engagement with your beloved disciple. Unfortunately, the beauty died not long ago, and our Crown Prince could no longer hold back."
This time, he has offended both sides.
Sang Ling's death was brought up in public and mentioned in such a disrespectful manner that Immortal Xiang Heng's face almost turned ashen.
"Teng Snake King, if you dare to insult my disciple again, I will make you pay with your life."
Hua Ying, who was standing next to Immortal Xiang Heng, was more direct and had already drawn his sword.
This time it was King Teng Snake's turn to be surprised. He had been told everything about his missing concubine. Not only was Sang Ling not favored by Immortal Master Xiang Heng, but even her life-saving treasure had to be given up time and again.
Moreover, Xiang Heng Xian Zun is well-known for his courtesy and modesty, why is he so...
Only Immortal Master Wu Yao closed his eyes. After the day at the Immortal Tomb, Immortal Master Xiang Heng completely changed his temperament and became irritable and weird. Under his jurisdiction, the Cangwu Immortal Mansion is no longer the peaceful and harmonious sect it used to be. Even the disciples have become eccentric and unrestrained. Sometimes when he looked down at the sect, he always felt that something had gone with Sang Ling.
But no matter what, Immortal Xiang Heng frightened the Teng Snake King so much that he dared not speak casually again.
But his goal was achieved. This offensive word was meant to sever the remaining cooperative relationship between the Immortal World and the Demon King's lineage.
As he expected, Xiang Heng Immortal Venerable turned his gaze to Ao Ze and asked in a terrifyingly cold voice:
"Where's your heart scale?"
Obviously, this was to help his beloved disciple question the scumbag.
Her beloved disciple Sang Ling could not help but laugh out loud. Her laughter was a little loud, and for a moment the entire hall was filled with only her laughter.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng looked over in response, his ferocious expression still not gone. When he saw a face that was somewhat similar to his beloved disciple's, he was surprised.
But he knew it wasn't, and his expression became even more ferocious.
"You are laughing..."
Sang Ling covered her mouth politely, "Sorry, sorry."
Ao Ze had a serious expression on his face, but after being interrupted by Sang Ling, he became much calmer and said:
"I gave her my Heart Scale a few days ago."
With Ao Ze saying this, there was no one present who could not have guessed that this 'she' was some artist sent by the demon world in front of them.
After getting the definite answer, almost in an instant, the chair under Immortal Xiang Heng was crushed to ashes.
"You know, you are still engaged to my disciple Sang Ling."
This time even Sang Ling was surprised. Regardless of whether she was dead or not, this Immortal Master Xiang Heng meant that even if she died, Ao Ze would have to remain a widow for her because of an engagement that was tacitly canceled?
Even the Teng Snake King's eyes widened. He had thought that Immortal Master Xiang Heng would only be dissatisfied with Ao Ze's behavior, but he didn't expect that he would tacitly acknowledge that the engagement still existed.
Except for those who knew the truth at the beginning, everyone present looked at Immortal Master Xiang Heng with an outrageous expression as if saying, "This master really cares deeply about his deceased beloved disciple."
His behavior made everyone else present forget the rumor in the Three Realms that Immortal Master Xiang Heng had given up the life-saving magic weapon of his beloved disciple Sang Ling because of a spy from the demon clan.
Ao Ze didn't expect this either.
He didn't know the details of what happened, only the general idea. For a moment, even he wondered if there was any hidden story behind it.
Only another laugh was heard from the seats in the demon world.
Sang Ling waved her hand to indicate that the laughter did not come from her. Turning back, she saw that it was Fu Yan who laughed this time.
However, Sang Ling was the only one present who knew that he was Fu Yan. The others thought that he was just the attendants of the two men from Chunming Pavilion, or bodyguards in short.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng shifted his gaze almost instantly, his face terribly gloomy. He said nothing, obviously waiting for Fu Nian to explain.
But after Fu Yan smiled, he didn't say another word.
Hua Yingxian couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "What do you mean?"
Fu Yan stopped laughing, waved his hand and said calmly: "I just heard that the death of Fairy Sang Ling was closely related to Immortal Xiang Heng. Isn't it funny to see him like this now?"
After saying this, he seemed to realize, "So I can't laugh."
Hua Ying's face also looked unhappy. Although he was only talking about Immortal Venerable Xiang Heng, every word he said was still about him.
Looking back, Xiang Heng Xianzun's eyes were red and his face was ashen. He shouted with increasing power, "Do you want to die?"
Everyone present was shocked. Who would have thought that Immortal Xiang Heng would develop murderous intent after just a few words? However, it also indirectly proved that what the servant from the Demon Realm said was the most accurate.
The attendant was not afraid at all, and smiled even more. He said:
"Come and kill."
Immortal Master Xiang Heng did not move, and no one dared to move. Even though this was a servant, he came from the Demon Realm. Demon Master Fu Yin had always been erratic and unruly. No one dared to bet on what the impact would be if he killed one of his servants at such a sensitive occasion as the Peace Meeting of the Three Realms.
After a moment, perhaps because of anger, Immortal Xiang Heng really drew out a magic sword and pointed it at Fu Wei.
People from both the immortal and demon worlds immediately stepped forward to stop them. Immortal Venerable Wu Yao glared at Immortal Venerable Xiang Heng with a look of surprise on his face, but he just nodded and said nothing.
Sang Ling found it amusing. She spread out her palm, in which lay quietly the icy blue heart-protecting scale. She said to Immortal Xiang Heng:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince's heart-protecting scale is indeed with me. Does Immortal Xiang Heng want to ask for it on behalf of your disciple?"
Immortal Master Xiang Heng turned towards Sang Ling and actually had such an idea.
Even Hua Ying was shocked. Now he was the only one who could guess Immortal Xiang Heng's thoughts, so he understood what Immortal Xiang Heng wanted to do almost instantly.
His master probably really wanted to get this heart-protecting scale back and give it to Sang Ling. But since Sang Ling was already dead, how could he give it to him? Of course, he would use it as a burial object.
If the demon prince's only heart-protecting scale was forcibly buried with him, the immortal and demon worlds would surely be irreconcilable from then on.
So, he held Immortal Master Xiang Heng tightly.
The artist from Chunming Pavilion seemed to understand what he meant and smiled, "Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince should have given this Heart Protecting Scale to your disciple several months ago."
Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying were both stunned. They didn't expect that this person from the Demon Realm would take the initiative to show weakness.
They looked better, and then they saw the Chunming Pavilion artist tilt his head and said in confusion:
“I just don’t know whether the Heart-Protecting Scale will be in the hands of Fairy Sang Ling by then. It will most likely be in the hands of Junior Sister. After all, the Heart-Protecting Scale is a good thing…”
Fu Yan's words made Xiang Heng Xianzun so angry that he wanted to kill her. However, the words of the artist from Chunming Pavilion did not make him feel angry at all. He didn't know if it was because of her face that was somewhat similar to Sang Ling, or because of the words that he could not refute.
With just two sentences, she forced him back to the days of several months ago and reminded him of his actions at that time.
The Nine Palace Core, the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet, and this Heart-Protecting Scale, is he sure that he will give them to Sang Ling?
He doesn't dare.
Immortal Xiang Heng's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood was almost overflowing from his pupils. His whole body was filled with deep hatred, not towards others, but towards himself.
After Sang Ling's death, his overwhelming regret turned into hatred, but he could not hate anyone but himself.
He felt a fishy taste in his throat, and suddenly he heard a voice shouting.
"Xiang Heng Immortal Venerable, you are bleeding."
Looking up, the artist from Chunming Pavilion had his eyebrows curved and his eyes were filled with smiles.
It was clearly a different face and a different voice, but it made him think of Sang Ling for no reason.
How could she be so much like Sang Ling? Regardless of her appearance or tone of voice, how could her entire being be so much like Sang Ling?
At that moment, Immortal Xiang Heng was glad that she was not.
If the person in front of him was really Sang Ling, his master would be in such a miserable state.
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