Xuan Fengqian's eyes widened, his whole body tense as if a bowstring had been fully drawn, stretched to its limit.
She gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, her voice urgent and strained as she asked, "How did you get here?"
"Princess, the bath room is slippery. Do not brandish swords or knives, or you may hurt yourself."
As Qi Yuan spoke, she was about to step forward to help Xuan Fengqian.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Fengqian seemed to be possessed, rushing towards her with his sword pointed directly at her brow.
"Princess, don't frighten me."
Qi Yuan was so frightened by Xuan Fengqian that she trembled, and her whole body was twitching.
To make matters worse, for some reason, her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move an inch.
Seeing that the Xuanyuan Demon Sword in Xuan Fengqian's hand was about to pierce her brow, Qi Yuan had no choice but to squat down helplessly and bury her trembling head between her arms.
Xuan Fengqian looked down at her, his voice cold and indifferent, "Go to hell."
"Your Highness, are you sleepwalking? I am Qi Yuan!" Qi Yuan's voice trembled, and she looked up pitifully at Xuan Fengqian, whose face was filled with murderous intent.
"Qi Yuan?"
Xuan Fengqian sensed the fear in Qi Yuan's words, and then looked down at Fu Chen, who was crouching on the ground grinning incessantly, and a sense of doubt suddenly arose in his heart.
Could it be that she's been bewitched?
Thinking of this, Xuan Fengqian slowly put down the Xuanyuan Demon Sword in her hand and subconsciously retreated behind her.
"Princess, be careful!"
Seeing that Xuan Fengqian was about to fall into the water, Qi Yuan disregarded everything else and pounced on her with all her might.
Strangely enough, no matter how hard she tried, her legs felt as heavy as lead.
In the blink of an eye, she was as if nothing had happened, not only able to walk freely but also able to leap into the air.
But in Xuan Fengqian's eyes, all he saw was Fu Chen, who was approaching step by step, carrying a murderous aura.
"Don't come any closer!"
Xuan Fengqian, looking wary, swung the Xuanyuan Demon Sword in his hand again and slashed at Fu Chen's right palm without hesitation.
The next instant, the Xuanyuan Demon Sword missed its target and crashed into the water-splattered ground with a "thud," splashing up a trail of water carrying a muddy smell.
"Qi Yuan..."
Xuanfeng glanced at the Xuanyuan Demon Sword swinging through the air and was finally able to confirm that the blade before him was not Fuchen, but Qiyuan.
She held the trembling Qi Yuan in one arm, still feeling lingering fear.
If she hadn't suddenly remembered that Qi Yuan's right hand had been chopped off by Fu Chen a few days ago, she would have been bewitched by Fu Chen's illusion and personally killed the little girl who had followed her for thousands of years.
"Princess, are you perhaps being haunted by a nightmare?"
"It might be even more terrifying than a nightmare."
Xuan Fengqian answered in this way, and after a while, her narrow eyes finally became clear.
Upon hearing Xuan Fengqian's words, Qi Yuan became even more apprehensive. "Your Highness, what should we do now?"
"Help me back to the house."
Xuanfeng Qianyuan originally planned to send Qiyuan to Luhua Palace.
But when she thought about how the mysterious power within her body was already strong enough to fight against the fallen demons, she was afraid that she would be misled by the illusion and accidentally hurt Bai Di and Yuan Heng.
After careful consideration, she had no choice but to lock herself in the room, set up several barriers, and ordered that no one should come near her.
After a while, once Xuanfeng had bolted the door, he sat down at his desk and began copying the Ksitigarbha Sutra with a calm and focused mind.
Although, Lanling Xingjun's death was not caused by her alone.
But no matter what, if it weren't for her, Lord Lanling wouldn't have died an innocent and unjust death.
She thought that instead of sitting idly in the room, she should do what she could for the unjustly deceased Lord Lanling.
At first, everything around was normal.
But at some point, the black ink on the rice paper turned blood red.
Xuan Fengqian's heart skipped a beat, and she sighed inwardly that something was wrong. She hurriedly put down the wolf-hair brush in her hand and instead gripped the Xuanyuan Demon Sword that was placed on the desk.
"Fuchen, you'd better stay obediently at the bottom of the dry well and wait to die! This time, no one will come to save you."
Her sharp eyes surveyed every corner of the room, her voice as cold as frost.
Swoosh—
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rattled the doors and windows, piercing through several of the barriers she had set up and extinguishing all the candles in the room.
Xuan Fengqian slowly stood up and looked at the gloomy sky outside the door.
A cold wind swept through the deserted corridor, chilling the soul and making one's bones tremble. It was as if a vengeful ghost was grinding its teeth and sucking blood beside one's ear, making one shudder.
The crescent moon in the sky shimmered with a grayish-blue halo, a mere bluff.
Most terrifyingly, the head of Lanling Xingjun was hanging on the sycamore tree in front of the courtyard.
As they held their breath and focused their attention, they could faintly hear intermittent sobs coming from the branches of the trees.
Xuanfeng Qian Shen knew that everything before him was merely an illusion.
After a moment of contemplation, he finally sat back down at his desk, closed his eyes, and quietly awaited the dawn.
To her surprise, countless hands suddenly reached out from the void, as if they were grasping at her lifeline, and pulled at her legs with all their might.
Xuan Feng frowned slightly and glanced indifferently at the ground.
To everyone's surprise, the desk in front of him and the blanket underneath it had already disappeared.
Instead, there is a vast expanse of still, gently rippling sea.
Xuan Fengqian stared intently at the sea surface, which seemed to be covered with a layer of oil film, and suddenly withdrew his foot.
Although, everything before our eyes is just an illusion.
But if you stay in the illusion for too long, you will inevitably feel a little anxious.
As she grew anxious, the illusions around her intensified.
Hundreds of pale hands, along with those terrifying ghost faces, surged in with the sudden rise of the waves, crashing against her legs wave after wave.
"Gah! Asahi, save me."
Just then, the boundless, wet bird's head suddenly emerged from the bubbling black water.
It choked on several mouthfuls of black water, struggling bitterly on the foul-smelling sea. Its dark eyes stared fixedly at Xuan Fengqian, and crystal tears streamed down its face like a spring. "Aqian, I feel so bad."
Xuan Fengqian looked at the dying Wuya with great distress, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Logically speaking, she should stand quietly in place right now, doing nothing and ignoring everything.
But what if Wuya really encounters danger?
After a moment, Xuan Fengqian finally bent down, stretched out her arms, and tried to embrace Wuya, who was swaying with the waves.
"Qianqian, stop!"
At the critical moment, Mu Fuqu rushed forward and pulled Xuan Fengqian, who had already half-submerged her body in the dry well, down.
She hugged Xuan Fengqian tightly around the waist, her face flushed red, and said, "Qianqian? Do you even know what you're doing? Father said that the Fallen Demon has reached the Great Perfection realm, and only the Chaos Bell can completely seal him away. How could you hold this thing in your arms?"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Fengqian's slightly unfocused eyes regained some of their focus.
She looked puzzled at the Chaos Bell in her arms, which was emitting five-colored light, and hurriedly put it over the dry well.
Fu Chen, who had originally intended to take the opportunity to escape from the dry well, never expected that Mu Fuqu would break into Qingfeng Palace in the middle of the night. He gritted his teeth in hatred and roared, "You bitches, you will all die!"
"Qianqian, don't be afraid. In a few more hours, the Fallen Demon should be turned into a pool of blood by the Chaos Bell."
Mu Fuqu suppressed her fear and bravely shielded Xuan Fengqian behind her.
"Um."
Xuan Fengqian nodded slightly, looking at the Chaos Bell above the dry well, which exuded a chilling aura, with suspicion in his eyes.
Logically speaking, under the pressure of the Chaos Bell, Fu Chen could barely protect his own life, so how could he repeatedly reach out to the poisonous hand towards her?
Could it be that she had already fallen into his trap when she was fighting him in the dry well?
"Qianqian, what happened to your hand?" Mu Fuqu pointed to Xuanfeng's dark red fingernails and asked with concern, "Did you get them caught in the door?"
"Strange, everything was fine just now."
Xuanfeng tilted his nose slightly, looking particularly puzzled, and asked, "Where is this smell of blood coming from?"
She racked her brains, trying to recall what had happened in the past few hours, and finally remembered that when she was trapped in the dry well, she seemed to have scratched her arm, which was covered in dust...
Could it be that the traces of blood left on her fingernails were from that time?
Realizing this, Xuan Fengqian casually conjured a pair of scissors and cut off her blood-stained black and red fingernails at the root.
Even more bizarrely, the moment that small piece of fingernail fell to the ground, the flowers, plants, and trees within a radius of several miles withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The first thing to be affected was the lush sycamore tree in front of Qingfeng Palace.
Mu Fuqu stared in astonishment at the sycamore tree that had withered and turned to a dry, withered state in an instant. "Qianqian, what kind of poison is hidden under your fingernails? How can it be so potent!"
Xuan Fengqian shook his head, looking astonished, and said, "It seems to have only been stained with a trace of blood from the dust."
"How come I remember Fuchen was just a minor jinx? Why did he become a fallen demon?"
"After he became one with the evil things in the eyes of ghosts, he was no longer the same person."
Xuanfeng suddenly recalled that elegant, serene young man in white robes.
Unfortunately, the dust that was once called the crystal snow of the nine heavens eventually fell into mud and sank into an abyss of no return.
Xuanfeng sighed softly, and was about to put the scissors back when he accidentally cut his palm with them.
Crimson blood seeped from the scratches in an instant and dripped down her sculpted fingers.
"How could you be so careless?"
Mu Fuqu glanced at the absent-minded Xuan Fengqian and said softly, "Qianqian, I know you value loyalty and righteousness. But as you said, Fuchen is no longer the same person. Now, his body has been possessed by evil spirits, and he may never be able to return to what he was before. Don't do anything foolish and release that evil demon from the dry well."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm not that overly compassionate. Besides, he doesn't deserve any sympathy at all."
Xuanfeng gently closed the door, then turned around and made Mu Fuqu a cup of tea.
Unbeknownst to them, the flowers, grasses, and trees within a radius of several miles, which had withered due to the residual blood from the floating dust, were revitalized in a short time by Xuan Fengqian's fingertip blood.
Hidden in the shadows, Qingwu saw the sycamore tree in front of the courtyard miraculously restored to its original state, and her venomous eyes burned with even greater jealousy.
She never imagined that, despite both being born of the White Emperor, Xuan Fengqian's fingertip blood could save all things in the world, while she could only become a rat that everyone wanted to kill!
What frustrated her even more was that she couldn't even show her true face to others at this moment.
Only by using Qingwu's body could she freely enter and exit the Nine Heavens.
At that moment, the dust floating in the dry well sensed her approach and said impatiently, "Useless trash! I sent you to the Nine Netherworlds to deal with a woman who can't even kill a chicken, and you've been gone for so long! Why don't you hurry up and move the Chaos Bell away?"
"Leng Ye's personal item, the Nine Dragons Jade Pendant, is still on Zhi Mo, so I can't get too close."
"Alright. First, move the Chaos Bell away for me. We can discuss other matters later."
"I can release you, but you must agree to one condition."
Using the dappled shadows under the sycamore tree, Qingwu suddenly transformed into a pool of blood and, with lightning speed, approached the Chaos Bell above the dry well, which was emitting five-colored light.
"You ungrateful wretch, how dare you bargain with me?" Fu Chen glared angrily and said, "Xuan Qianning, don't forget, you're nothing but a lackey of mine."
Qingwu stood her ground, saying each word clearly, "And don't forget, right now only I can save you."
Fu Chen hadn't expected Qing Wu to be so defiant, and angrily retorted, "Aren't you afraid that I'll tear you to pieces after I break free of these shackles?"
"If I die, I will take you down with me. Others may not know your Achilles' heel, but that doesn't mean I don't. When the time comes, if I expose your weakness to the public, you will never be able to recover."
During this period, Xuan Qianning suffered a lot of abuse from Fu Chen.
In order to survive, she had no choice but to swallow her anger and endure all of this.
However, now that she knows Fu Chen's weakness, she will never let this beast lay a finger on her again.
After a moment of contemplation, the dust finally settled down.
He lowered his voice and said in a sinister tone, "Speak, what do you want to do?"
"I'm not used to the Qingwu skin, I want the Zhimo skin."
"good."
Without hesitation, Fu Chen readily agreed.
Initially, he planned to use the child in Zhi Mo's belly to sow discord between Leng Ye and Xuan Feng Qian.
However, compared to his own life and fortune, Zhimo was nothing more than a pawn that could be discarded at any time; once lost, it was lost.
Seeing Fuchen's quick agreement, Qingwu couldn't help but click her tongue, "Speaking of which, you're really heartless. The child Zhimo is carrying is yours, isn't it?"
"Enough with the nonsense, let me out right now."
"Don't forget your promise."
Just as Qingwu was about to move the Chaos Bell away, she was unexpectedly burned by the five-colored light emanating from the Chaos Bell and screamed as she shrank back.
Hearing the commotion outside the dry well, Fu Chen grew even more agitated. "Xuan Qianning, can't you use your brain before you act? Do you still think you're some kind of Heavenly Princess from the Nine Heavens? Right now, you're nothing but a Blood Demon that everyone in the Six Realms hates. With your evil aura, how can a mere human skin cover you up? Go break off a branch and use it to move the Chaos Bell away."
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