Three months later
In the mortal realm, on the outskirts of Ling'an City.
Xuanfeng smiled faintly, gazing intently at the muscular, dark-skinned man outside the thatched hut.
Beside her, Di Jun was also gazing at her intently.
To avoid being pursued by Fu Chen, he silently held up the Azure Cloud Umbrella for her, completely shielding her from the prying eyes of the people from the Nine Netherworlds.
Who would have thought that he had been doing this seemingly simple action of holding an umbrella for more than three months?
Three months ago, after Xuan Fengqian escaped from the underworld with him, he told her about Leng Ye's plan to have Jingzhe lie in wait around Fuchen and Leng Ye's desperate plan to fight to the death.
Logically speaking, since the true form of the Cold Night Black Dragon has been destroyed, even if its reverse scale is still intact, it would take at least tens of thousands of years to rebuild its true form.
Fortunately, on the day of the incident, Xuan Fengqian happened to be carrying the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl, a gift from Yu Chenkuo.
And this Soul-Stabilizing Pearl did not disappoint. At the very moment when Leng Ye was struck to ashes by the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder, it miraculously snatched back the last wisp of his soul that lingered in the void from the hands of the Grim Reaper.
However, Leng Ye suffered extremely serious injuries. If he wants to rebuild the true form of the Black Dragon and regain his former glory in a short period of time, the only way is through reincarnation.
After all, among the six realms, only the time in the mortal realm differs from that in other places.
One day in the Netherworld is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.
Leng Ye gained nearly a hundred years of rest and recuperation by taking advantage of the time difference between the six realms.
During this time, Di Jun accompanied Xuan Fengqian as they searched for Leng Ye's whereabouts in the mortal realm.
If calculated according to the time in the mortal world, Dijun has been holding up an umbrella for her for nearly a hundred years.
"Little brat, this is all I can do for you. But don't worry, no matter what, I will always be your strongest support. If that brat Leng Ye bullies you like before, just tell me, and I'll take care of him for you."
Di Jun slowly handed the Azure Cloud Umbrella to Xuan Fengqian.
Even though he was reluctant, he ultimately chose to let go.
Thank you.
Xuan Fengqian was overwhelmed with emotions; she had never imagined that Dijun had actually been with her for nearly a hundred years.
During this time, she repeatedly advised him to stop caring about her.
But he always acted nonchalantly, pretending to leave, only to reappear beside her in the blink of an eye, holding an umbrella for her.
"My little sister, please take good care of yourself."
Di Jun smiled nonchalantly, tears welling up in his deep eyes.
Perhaps not wanting her to see his disheveled appearance, he hurriedly turned his back, mounted the Guhuo Ghost Chariot, and disappeared into the rolling clouds.
"who?"
Looking up, Leng Ye caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure outside the fence. He strode forward in three steps and grabbed Xuan Fengqian's wrist with one hand.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Xuanfeng smiled brightly, and in an instant, she forgot all the grievances and bitterness she had felt recently.
Seeing that Leng Ye did not respond, she simply threw herself into his arms, saying, "Leng Ye, I knew you were still alive."
"Girl, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Leng Ye had not lost his memory, but he was naturally competitive and did not want Xuan Fengqian to see him in such a useless state.
Xuanfeng's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at him blankly, her expression pitiful. "Have you really forgotten me?"
Leng Ye did not answer, but silently turned around and walked towards the thatched hut.
"Have you really forgotten me?"
Xuan Fengqian called out to his back, her heart filled with mixed feelings of bitterness and something else.
"Young lady, please go back."
Leng Ye was always proud, and he simply didn't have the courage to face her in his current disheveled state.
As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly closed the door.
Xuan Fengqian assumed that Leng Ye had lost his previous memories in the cycle of reincarnation. Although she felt lost, she firmly believed that no matter what happened, she could make him fall in love with her again.
"Are you listening? May I tell you a poignant love story?"
She didn't rush into the house, but gently knocked on the door and tentatively asked.
Inside the room, Leng Ye leaned against the door, his thin lips pressed tightly together, a hint of sadness appearing in his dark eyes.
He longed to tell her that he loved her as always.
But when the words reached his lips, his excessive pride caused him to swallow them back.
Helpless, Leng Ye could only slump to the ground, leaning against the unusually heavy door, and quietly listen to her finish recounting their long and complicated love-hate relationship.
Just as he was listening intently, Xuan Fengqian's voice suddenly stopped without warning.
Leng Ye waited quietly for a while, and seeing that there was still no movement outside, his expression changed drastically.
The next instant, he flung the door open, anxiously looking around, and called out to her with the same fervor he had shown a hundred years ago, "A-Qian?"
"Didn't you have amnesia?"
Xuan Fengqian couldn't bear to tease him, so she nimbly jumped down from the roof and stuck to him like a piece of sticky candy.
"..."
Leng Ye remained silent, unsure of what to say for a moment.
At that moment, he didn't even have the courage to reach out and hug her.
Why won't you hug me?
"How old are you? Why do you still need to be carried?"
"You said you would take care of me and spoil me for the rest of my life. Does that mean it doesn't count anymore?"
"I might not be able to afford to support you."
Leng Ye spoke with a hint of melancholy.
Having been the Nine Nether Demon Lord for so many years, he suddenly became a mortal who couldn't lift a finger or carry anything, and he felt a great sense of loss.
"It's okay, I'll try to eat less."
Xuanfeng smiled faintly and then tackled him to the ground. "If you're not full, then you'll be the only one I can eat."
"Stop fooling around, the door isn't closed yet."
Leng Ye said this, but his actions spoke louder than words.
He clearly had the option to refuse, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.
"What, are you getting shy?"
Xuan Fengqian lifted her foot to hook the door and gently closed it, saying with a smirk, "Your current body shouldn't have touched any other women, right?"
"No."
"Tsk... I never thought that one day I would be able to taste the flavor of a virgin."
Xuan Fengqian mimicked his previous frivolous manner and slowly and deliberately opened his collar.
At first, Leng Ye managed to keep his composure and let her dawdle and play for most of the day.
But as time went by, she only kissed his lips lightly, making it increasingly difficult for him to endure.
"Ah Qian, have you forgotten what to do next?"
"Don't worry, I... I'm just a little nervous."
Looking at her slightly awkward yet charming appearance, Leng Ye could no longer care about anything else. Driven solely by his most primal desires and thoughts, he expressed his boundless love through his actions...
The next day, when Xuanfeng woke up from his light sleep, it was already close to noon.
She gently rubbed her aching back and whispered, "You must be lying to me. A virgin young man like you is not like this."
Leng Ye was both amused and exasperated. She had thought that after Leng Ye ascended to the rank of High God, her physical abilities would be much better than before.
Unexpectedly, she still made no progress and even fainted several times.
"Leng Ye, are you truly just a mortal? I feel you're even more terrifying than before..."
"That was certainly true before yesterday."
"What do you mean? Could it be that after I touched you, you also rose in status and ascended to become a high god?"
Leng Ye replied ambiguously, "You could say that."
In fact, he had hidden the Reverse Scale on her body long before the incident. Last night, while he was whispering sweet nothings to her, he took the opportunity to retrieve the Reverse Scale.
However, before this, he really did not expect that the Reverse Scale could not only reshape his true form as a demonic dragon in a short time, but also instantly restore his lost cultivation to its maximum level.
"Am I really that amazing?"
Xuan Fengqian clearly did not believe Leng Ye's words. After thinking for a while, he finally understood the reason.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she asked him indignantly, "You wouldn't have hidden your Achilles' heel inside me, would you?"
Leng Ye chuckled, "What are you thinking? It's just hidden in your heart."
Xuan Fengqian covered her slightly tipsy cheeks, glaring angrily at Leng Ye's smiling face, and said huffingly, "Don't laugh. Don't you know I'm a little shy?"
"Silly girl, I didn't mean to laugh at you, I was just happy." Leng Ye leaned down, pressed her small face, and kissed her deeply.
Knock knock knock—
Just then, Jingzhe's voice suddenly came from outside, "Demon Lord, are you inside?"
"What is it?"
Leng Ye reluctantly released Xuan Fengqian and gently straightened her disheveled clothes.
Yesterday evening, Jingzhe received a message from Dijun saying that he had found Lengye's whereabouts, so he led the Nine Nether Demons to rush over without stopping.
Seeing Leng Ye appear before her unharmed, Jingzhe, unusually excited, broke from her usual behavior.
Looking at Jingzhe, whose eyes were brimming with tears and who hadn't uttered a single word for a long time, Leng Ye's gaze softened considerably without him even realizing it. "How is Jiuyou doing lately?"
"After the Demon Lord had his eyes gouged out by the Princess, he often flew into a rage. Coupled with his violent nature, the Nine Netherworlds are now filled with complaints." Jingzhe said.
Upon hearing that Xuan Fengqian had actually gouged out people's eyes, Leng Ye's brows furrowed tightly. "Who told you to put yourself in such danger?"
"I was just angry at how arrogant he was. Besides, he was tied up under the Eastern Emperor Bell at that time and had no chance to fight back."
Xuan Fengqian thought to herself that if she could do it all over again, she would definitely gouge out Fu Chen's other eye.
Let him experience what it's like to be abused.
However, what she was more curious about at the moment was where the little demon who was impersonating Yan Xi beside Jingzhe had gone.
Seeing the gaze Xuan Fengqian cast at him, Jingzhe instantly understood and quickly explained, "Your Highness, I have offended you greatly in the past, please forgive me. I realized long ago that the person was not Yan Xi, but she had endured for so long to deceive the Fallen Demon. Last night, she overheard my secret conversation with Jing Que, the Dream Demon, and others, and was rushing to inform them when I discovered her. To prevent her from ever regretting it, I had no choice but to break her neck myself."
"So that's how it is."
Xuanfeng knew how deep Jingzhe's feelings for Yanxi were, and didn't want to dredge up his painful memories, so he subtly changed the subject and asked softly, "Where has Fuchen been these past few days? The most urgent thing is to find his Achilles' heel as soon as possible."
"The reverse scale? Does the princess mean that the fallen demon is also a member of the dragon race?" Jingzhe's eyes widened, and she remained stunned for a long time. "In other words, the fallen demon might be a blood relative of the Demon Lord?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Ye was also slightly taken aback.
Ever since Zhimo gave birth to the black dragon, he had suspected that Fuchen was behind it all.
However, at that time he did not find any clues that could prove his identity as a member of the Floating Dust Dragon Clan.
Xuan Fengqian nodded heavily. "He is indeed a member of the Dragon Clan. I have seen his dragon tail twice."
“If that’s the case, I’ll send someone to find his Achilles’ heel.”
"How easy is it to find even a tiny bit of a sore spot in this vast world?"
Xuan Fengqian frowned, pondered for a while, and suddenly the image of Fu Chen breaking his little finger bone in a dream years ago and turning it into a bone whistle to give to her appeared in her mind.
Could it be that Fuchen's Achilles' heel is hidden in that bone whistle?
Just then, a flustered, blood-soaked fairy boy rushed into the thatched hut.
He stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, as if he had used up all his strength. His lips moved slightly, like a fish stranded and dying on the shore.
Upon seeing this, Xuan Fengqian panicked.
She hurriedly helped up the celestial boy who looked particularly familiar, and anxiously asked, "What happened in the celestial realm?"
"Princess, the Emperor has asked me to tell you to flee for your life. Last night, the Fallen Demon bribed a fairy who had once been deeply in love with him, and had her open the door for him. After the fairy led him into the Southern Heavenly Gate, he began to reveal his true form and slaughtered all the immortals."
"No, I have to go back and check."
Xuanfeng Qian couldn't accept such a cruel fact and hurriedly rushed towards the Nine Heavens.
Seeing this, Leng Ye was about to accompany her when Fu Chen, who had arrived with great momentum, blocked their way.
"I never imagined you were still alive."
Fu Chen glared fiercely at Leng Ye, who had an indifferent expression, and was furious.
Leng Ye's cold, blade-like gaze settled on Fu Chen's face, which now only had one eye remaining, and he said in a cold voice, "I am truly curious, where does the hatred in your heart come from?"
"It won't hurt to tell you."
Currently, Fuchen has absorbed almost all the resentment from the Six Realms, becoming unprecedentedly powerful.
Perhaps because of his superior strength, he was no longer as cautious as before, and directly revealed his true form as a demonic dragon. "Leng Ye, do you know that all your happiness over the years has been built on my suffering?"
What do you mean?
"Do you know that your mother was originally pregnant with twins?"
"You mean, you and I are brothers born of the same mother?"
Fu Chen glanced at Leng Ye, whose face was cold and sullen, with eyes full of jealousy and resentment. His words were filled with bitterness. "That's right, I am indeed a member of the dragon race. However, I am not as lucky as you. Your beastly father was destined to be childless due to the heavy sins he committed. To protect you, he transferred all the sins he had committed to me, and then cruelly abandoned me in the wilderness. In the end, the reason I became a fallen demon is all thanks to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his murderous aura surged, and he launched a fierce attack on Leng Ye without warning.
In recent days, he has been frantically absorbing the resentment from the Six Realms, and his strength has increased more than a hundredfold in a short period of time.
Even now, if Leng Ye and Xuan Fengqian joined forces, they might not be able to defeat him.
It is no exaggeration to say that with his current strength, he could crush Leng Ye in a quarter of an hour at most and take Leng Ye's head.
On the other side, Xuan Fengqian, who had witnessed the massacre of the sect in the Nine Heavens, knelt down in front of the corpses, her soul broken and clutching the already dead Leng Mo in her arms.
"It's my fault. If it weren't for me, how could Fu Chen have implicated you all?" Xuan Feng's voice choked with sobs, and hot tears streamed down his face like a spring.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
She hugged the stiff, indifferent man tightly, crying hysterically.
If she had known this would happen, she would never have let him out of her sight for even a moment.
Unfortunately, it's too late to say all this now.
Just as she was so heartbroken she was almost suffocating, Leng Mo, whose face she had wiped with salty tears, miraculously woke up.
"Mommy, don't cry, you look ugly."
Leng Mo opened his bright eyes, and the wounds on his body, large and small, were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"My darling, you're still alive!"
Xuanfeng Qianjian's cold face gradually turned rosy, and she was overjoyed, kissing him several times on the face.
What she didn't know was that not only Leng Mo, but all the innocent people who died tragically in the Nine Heavens were resurrected by the boundless vitality bestowed upon them by the power of the gods in her tears.
Leng Mo gently and understandingly wiped away Xuan Fengqian's tear-streaked face, which resembled a cat's, and said in a childish voice, "Dear Mother, hurry and save Father. Mo Mo can sense that Father's luck is getting weaker and weaker."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Fengqian dared not delay any longer.
After handing Leng Mo to the reincarnated Bai Di, she plunged headfirst into the long-abandoned dry well in front of Qingfeng Palace.
"Little one, what are you looking for?"
Bai Di and Yuan Heng anxiously looked at Xuan Fengqian, who was rummaging through the dry well, and asked in a worried voice.
After a while, Xuan Fengqian finally found the bone whistle that Fu Chen had deliberately left in the dry well after hollowing out the four walls of the well.
She was about to smash the bone whistle into dust, but for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, the bone whistle remained unmoved.
After several attempts, her dwindling patience finally ran out.
She couldn't care less about anything else and put all her strength into trying to break the bone whistle with her bare hands.
Unexpectedly, the bone whistle was extremely hard, and with a "whoosh," it pierced her palm.
She frowned, cursed under her breath, and was about to crush the bone whistle under her foot when she inadvertently discovered that the blood splattered on the bone whistle seemed to have gained infinite power, sizzling and burning it.
Could it be that her blood has such effects?
Xuan Fengqian was half-believing and half-doubting, but he cut his wrist again and soaked the bone whistle completely into her blood.
Just as expected!
Once stained with her blood, this bone whistle will emit a terrifying sound like the roar of a dragon.
Realizing this, Xuan Fengqian hurried back while trying to figure out how to completely destroy the bone whistle.
Although her blood does have a restraining effect on him, there is still a huge difference between restraint and complete destruction.
At that time, the battle between Leng Ye and Fu Chen had reached a fever pitch. Clearly, Fu Chen, exuding a dark, resentful aura, easily secured the victory.
He looked down at Leng Ye, who was kneeling on one knee and spitting blood, and said with a sinister smile, "Prepare to die, you defeated opponent."
As soon as he finished speaking, he condensed the endless resentment within him into an incomparably sharp sword capable of slicing flesh into mud, and attacked Leng Ye's vital point without missing a beat.
Seeing Leng Ye in danger, Xuan Feng Qian could no longer care about anything else. With a determined bite, he plunged the extremely hot bone whistle into her heart.
After being corroded by Xuan Fengqian's heart blood, the bone whistle's wails were like an out-of-control torrent, deafening and deafening.
Fu Chen realized that the resentment hidden in the bone whistle was about to be completely burned away by Xuan Fengqian's heart blood. He turned his sword and thrust it straight at Xuan Fengqian's crown.
Xuanfeng Qian nimbly dodged Fuchen's fierce attack and struck her own chest with a palm, causing the bone whistle containing Fuchen's rebellious scale to completely sink into her heart blood.
"you..."
Fu Chen knew all too well how deadly Ni Lin was, and he truly hadn't expected that Xuan Feng Qian would be willing to sacrifice her own life just to force him to his death.
"Go to hell!"
Xuan Fengqian felt that the bone whistle had turned into dust under the melting of her heart's blood, and a relieved smile of revenge finally appeared on his face.
Seeing that Fu Chen's situation was hopeless, Leng Ye didn't say a word and cleaved Fu Chen's body through with a sword.
"No... I cannot lose."
Fu Chen collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to keep his eyelids open, his heart filled with resentment.
With a blank expression, Leng Ye rolled over Fu Chen's prominent Adam's apple and strode towards Xuan Fengqian. "A Qian, don't sleep. I'll take you home."
"I'm so sleepy."
Xuan Fengqian collapsed weakly into Leng Ye's arms, her hands tightly covering the hole in her chest.
"Don't sleep, I'll take you home right now."
With bloodshot eyes, Leng Ye gently picked up the unconscious Xuan Fengqian and, barefoot, walked step by step towards Jiuyou...
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