Xuanfeng stared intently at Leng Ye, who was shamelessly pouting, and found it a bit irritating.
It's not because it's ugly.
I just feel that someone as arrogant and domineering as him shouldn't do something so incongruous.
Xuan Fengqian silently turned her head away and coldly changed the subject, "Stop fooling around, I have something to ask you."
"What is it?"
Have you ever heard of the power of the gods?
Xuan Fengqian was now certain that the mysterious woman who had granted her the power of the gods was the fallen demon who would take her life tonight.
What puzzled her deeply was that the power of the gods and the will of the fallen demons were fundamentally different.
The purpose of the gods' power was to sow discord between her and Leng Ye.
This fallen demon came with overwhelming force, clearly there to take her head.
Therefore, it's highly likely that someone else is controlling the power of the gods, and the fallen demons are merely that person's accomplices...
"Where did you hear about the power of the gods?"
Leng Ye knew that Xuan Fengqian was changing the subject, but he was already satisfied as long as he could have a peaceful conversation with her.
I overheard someone mention it by chance.
"Why are you asking this for no reason?" Leng Ye was unwilling to tell her unfounded rumors, but noticing that she was staring at him with hopeful eyes, he had no choice but to speak slowly, "Legend has it that after the destruction of the God Realm, before the gods returned to chaos, they sealed their last divine power in an extremely resilient immortal herb, implying that the immortal herb would spread like wildfire and create a new golden age for the God Realm."
"You mean the power of the gods is sealed within the immortal herb?" Xuanfeng asked, slightly surprised.
"It's just a baseless rumor, don't take it seriously."
"Then...do you know whether the power of the gods can foresee calamities?"
"The power of the gods is nothing but a baseless rumor. Whether it can foresee disasters or not, no one knows." Seeing that the Crimson Flame Green Ox was about to wake up, Leng Ye suddenly leaned down and whispered in Xuan Fengqian's ear, "I have important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first. When the auspicious day arrives, I will keep my promise and bring you home with a ten-mile-long red bridal procession."
Xuanfeng looked at him with a hint of anger, her voice suddenly turning cold, "Didn't you say that the engagement was null and void?"
"It was just something said in anger, why take it so seriously?"
Leng Ye was overjoyed at the thought of Xuan Fengqian wrapping a large amount of red thread around his ankle.
He gently stroked Xuan Fengqian's nose and solemnly said, "You believe me, from now on, I will never touch another woman."
"You don't need to remain chaste for me. I won't be jealous, and I don't want to marry you..."
"You hypocrite! Don't I know you well enough?"
Leng Ye was convinced that Xuan Fengqian was playing hard to get, so he naturally took off his cloak and then wrapped Xuan Fengqian up tightly again. "Go back to Qingfeng Palace quickly. Don't worry about my injury."
"..."
Xuan Fengqian felt a chill run down her spine from Leng Ye's gaze, and hurriedly turned around and ran out of the Doushuai Palace.
Compared to this cheesy, cold night, she still preferred his usual serious and unsmiling self.
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Tushita Palace, a blessed land for immortals
The dust was carefully gathering all the rapidly surging black smoke into the porcelain bottle.
After tucking the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, he raised his eyes and glanced meaningfully at the shattered bell and drum in front of the Xuan Dian Platform, muttering to himself, "In just five months, his cultivation has improved so much..."
Logically speaking, Leng Ye would have suffered a great loss of vitality after repairing his immortal body.
Unexpectedly, even in his severely injured state, he was still able to shatter this seemingly indestructible bell and drum into dust.
"Master, save...save me."
Just then, a hoarse female voice faintly came from the porcelain bottle.
Fuchen slowly lowered his eyes, coldly looking at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and then instantly teleported back to Fuchen Residence.
Bang--
As soon as he stepped into the inner room, he smashed the porcelain bottle in his hand on the ground. "Ji Shuo, how dare you!"
He stared coldly at the human-shaped black smoke rising from the broken porcelain bottle, and with a light sweep of his whisk, he pinned the wisp of smoke to the wall.
call out--
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The next instant, Fu Chen lashed out and whipped the woman on the wall several times.
"Ah! Master, I know I was wrong."
The woman, called Ji Shuo, wailed in agony.
"Who gave you permission to act on your own? Do you think I can't interfere just because you're making a move on the Xuan Dian Platform?" Fu Chen's eyes were sinister, and his attacks became increasingly ruthless.
"Xuan Fengqian deserves to die! I will never allow Yuan Heng's daughter to live such a carefree life! Never!"
Ji Shuo roared hysterically, revealing most of his face, which had been hidden by his black hair, in an excessively large way.
All that could be seen was that half of his face, which had long been deprived of sunlight, was now covered with crisscrossing scars.
At first glance, it is particularly frightening.
Fu Chen sneered, "Xuan Fengqian is a legitimate imperial princess, of noble status, worlds apart from your bastard child. Don't forget, the White Emperor has never liked you. If you hadn't used a sleeping potion on him during his tribulation, he probably would never have touched you in this lifetime."
"You're talking nonsense!" Ji Shuo's veins bulged with excitement. "Xuan Lang clearly has me in his heart! When he learned that I was the one who killed those ten immortals, he stopped pursuing the matter and even thoughtfully kept the news under wraps."
"Have you forgotten that it was Xuanxiao and Yuanheng who tied you up at the foot of Qingluan Peak and let you be devoured by vultures?"
"One day, I will tear Yuan Heng's hypocritical face to shreds!" Two lines of turbid tears streamed down Ji Shuo's cloudy eyes. "As long as that bitch Yuan Heng dies, Xuan Lang will surely change his mind."
Fu Chen shook his head and said sarcastically, "Even now, you still don't understand that Xuan Xiao has no feelings for you at all. The only reason he brought that bastard Xuan Qian Ning back to the Immortal Realm to raise her is because of Xuan Qian Ning's true form as a Reverse Phoenix. Once he discovers that Xuan Qian Ning is not a Reverse Phoenix at all, but an immortal bird regarded as the source of evil by the Immortal Clan, guess what Xuan Xiao will do?"
"Master, I beg you! Don't reveal my and Ning'er's true identities..."
"If you hadn't provoked me, why would I have brought up the past?" Fu Chen sneered, then lashed her with his whip again. "Ungrateful wretch! If I hadn't nourished you with my blood, how could you have cultivated the Blood Demon True Body in just three thousand years?"
"I know I was wrong."
Fu Chen looked at Ji Shuo, who was suppressing his anger, and softened his tone slightly. "Ji Shuo, let me explain this to you in detail. With your current abilities, you are not yet capable of destroying the Immortal Realm. The power of the Five Heavenly Emperors should not be underestimated. If you want to turn the tide, trample Yuan Heng under your feet, and make Xuan Xiao your king consort, you must act according to my orders."
“Master, it’s not that I don’t want to believe you, it’s just that you failed once five months ago. Are you really confident this time?” Ji Shuo looked at Fu Chen with some doubt.
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