In a daze, Xuan Fengqian recalled the mysterious woman in the Nine Nether Demon Prison who had granted her the power of the gods.
If the power of the gods is merely a lie fabricated by the mysterious woman, then the dreams she foretold using that power are highly likely to deviate drastically from reality...
Xuanfeng's shallow eyes flickered slightly. Although he had doubts in his heart, he dared not gamble with the lives of the Five Emperors.
After much deliberation, she finally decided to calm Leng Ye down first.
As for whether they can escape the Netherworld, it is obviously not as important as the safety of the Five Emperors.
"Father, I..."
Before she could speak, the impatient Red Emperor interrupted her, "I believe your judgment isn't that bad. Tell me boldly, were you coerced by that brat Leng Ye?"
“No. What the Demon Lord said is entirely true.” Xuan Fengqian shook his head, answering with particular conviction.
The White Emperor was eager to find out the truth and repeatedly asked, "My child, tell your father, was it truly voluntary?"
"yes."
Xuan Fengqian slowly closed his eyes and responded with a muffled voice.
"Princess, a young lady's reputation is not to be trifled with. Are you truly doing this voluntarily?"
Fu Chen panicked and lost his composure, grabbing Xuan Fengqian's arm and hoping that she had simply used illusion magic to hide the mark on her arm.
Leng Ye's sinister gaze settled on Fu Chen's large hand that was tightly gripping Xuan Fengqian's arm. With a "whoosh," he drew the nine-section demonic whip tied to his waist and lashed it at Fu Chen's bloodless hand.
Hooray—
The nine-sectioned demonic whip, as thick as a giant python, left an extremely wide bloody mark on the back of Fu Chen's hand.
The nine-section demonic whip, with its dragon-scale-like patterns, was carved into his flesh, as if it wanted to devour his bones and blood, relentlessly drilling into him.
Fu Chen gasped in pain and quickly withdrew his hand.
"Useless thing."
Leng Ye's eyes flashed with disdain as he slowly placed the nine-section demonic whip into Xuan Fengqian's hand, his voice enchanting and seductive, "Tie it on for me."
"What did Fuchen do to you? Why did you hurt him for no reason?"
"How dare you speak to me like that for someone so insignificant?" Leng Ye gripped her chin tightly with one hand, sparks flying from his dark eyes.
"You brat, who gave you permission to bully my precious daughter like this?"
Bai Di was furious and rolled up his sleeves, pretending to fight Leng Ye.
"Father, please..."
Upon seeing this, Xuanfeng was so frightened that her face turned pale.
She simply couldn't imagine what crazy things Leng Ye would do if he were beaten.
"Young man, have you been bewitched by him? He was so mean to you, yet you still spoke up for him?" Bai Di looked at Xuan Fengqian, whose face was ashen, with a face full of doubt, his anger still simmering.
Xuan Fengqian hugged Bai Di's raised arm tightly and said gently, "Father, he really didn't bully me, don't be angry."
Leng Ye was completely taken aback by Xuan Fengqian's protectiveness, and a surge of joy welled up within him.
He had assumed that she truly had given up on him, just as she had said.
But her behavior at this moment was just like that of a protective wife, which was incredibly endearing.
After a long stalemate, Bai Di finally calmed down and stopped acting rashly and shouting for war.
Despite his utter contempt for Leng Ye's actions, he couldn't do anything about it since his daughter liked it.
After a moment of contemplation, Bai Di, his face grim and barely suppressing his surging anger, said to Leng Ye in an uncompromising tone, "Since the person you shared a bridal chamber with was Qian Qian, you should give her the proper status. What is this ambiguous and unclear situation now?"
Leng Ye narrowed his long, narrow eyes, as if considering whether or not to give her a formal title.
He was genuinely worried that after marrying her, she would deceive him step by step, just like she had before his rebirth, until she pushed him into an abyss of no return.
But if he didn't marry her, he had no reasonable excuse to keep her.
Xuan Qianning panicked completely. She gripped Leng Ye's arm tightly and cried her heart out, "Your Majesty, do you really intend to abandon me?"
"Ning'er, how about we return to the Immortal Realm together?"
Bai Di understood perfectly that in Leng Ye's heart, Xuan Fengqian was definitely more important than Xuan Qianning.
Furthermore, since Xuan Fengqian's substitution marriage has become a fact, all he can do is bring Xuan Qianning back and try to minimize the harm she suffers.
However, Xuan Qianning did not think so.
She was convinced that the White Emperor's actions were purely to fulfill Xuan Fengqian's wishes, and her hatred grew rapidly in an instant.
Leng Ye knew that Xuan Qianning's Phoenix Reversal True Form was extremely advantageous to him.
Practicing spirituality with her is entirely beneficial and without any harm.
Furthermore, with the Nine Heavens Tribulation approaching, he must obey the will of Heaven and keep Nihuang firmly by his side in order to minimize the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.
The problem is, he simply couldn't muster the slightest interest in her.
Under such circumstances, forcing her to stay would be extremely unfair to her.
After much deliberation, Leng Ye finally spoke cautiously: "Ning'er, if you regret marrying me, you can back out at any time. If you are worried about your reputation, I can simply declare to the public that I am ill and unable to perform sexual acts. At that time, you can draft a letter of divorce and abandon me."
"No! From the day I entered the Netherworld, I never thought of leaving."
Xuan Qianning suddenly knelt down, clutching Leng Ye's clothes tightly, fearing that he would harden his heart and banish her from the Nine Netherworld.
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