Jiang Mi dreamed again of the day he first met her.

At that time, he was just an ordinary farmer at the foot of Wanjian Mountain in Tianjun Prefecture. That year, Tianjun Prefecture had a good harvest, and he had just finished harvesting the wheat in the field and was sweating profusely, so he thought about taking a bath in the nearby lake.

There was a large lake of more than 100 mu in the southwest corner of Wanjian Mountain, with clear water and green waves, so deep that you couldn't see the bottom. When he went there, it was the time of the sun and moon, so he took off his clothes and stepped into the shallows of the lake. Suddenly, a thick fog rose in the mountains, and the wind blew. The mountains, big and small, were right in front of him, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Soon the wind got stronger, making the forests all over the mountain hum like a tide. In an instant, the bright moon disappeared, and everything in front of him was pitch black. It stands to reason that there are many immortals in Wanjian Mountain, and the evil spirits dare not come to make trouble, but he, a mortal, couldn't help but tremble when he saw such a scene, and his feet seemed to be rooted and couldn't move a step.

At this moment, the lake was like boiling water, with huge waves and huge bubbles rolling all over the lake. With a loud splash, a column of water hit him head-on, as if something was rising from the lake. Then the clouds parted and the moon cleared. The mountain breeze blew over, causing ripples on the lake. When the moonlight shone on it, thousands of silver scales flashed, shining brightly.

Only then did he see someone riding a flying sword above the lake, stunningly beautiful and extremely handsome. Such a bright face was not at all vulgar, and there was a sharp and evil spirit in her eyebrows and eyes, which was like a hook piercing the softest part of his heart.

He felt a blur in front of his eyes, his chest was pounding, and a soft and slightly numb feeling rose from the depths of his heart, flowing through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones. This feeling was as deafening as the morning bell and evening drum, and as endless as the rushing of a long river.

The fairy in the lake looked at him with interest, her red lips moving, as if she said something but he didn't hear it clearly. A moment later, the fairy flew to a position within his reach, her long hair tied into a bun fell, and her red gauze robe fluttered in the wind, leaving a cold fragrance.

He heard her silver bell-like chuckle, and then she said a few words. His mind suddenly buzzed, and everything went blank, and he nodded involuntarily.

She said—

"Can you do me a favor?"

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The westernmost part of Qianyuan Continent is the Demon Realm. This realm is filled with people who have practiced Taoism and fallen into demons. There is a large amount of netherworld energy lingering around all day long. Ordinary people who come into contact with it will be corroded and turned into demons without wisdom or knowledge, who only know how to eat raw meat and drink blood.

The demonic energy in Yunyou Mountain is the heaviest in the Demon Realm. The Demon Palace on the top of Yunyou Mountain is magnificent, like a jade hairpin, with a golden cloud on one side, standing out in the sea of ​​clouds, magnificent and incomparable. The Demon King lives on the left, with a flat cliff protruding and no land below. In front of it is a flower forest, as bright as brocade, with flowers as big as bowls, growing by absorbing the air of the netherworld, and most of them are extremely poisonous.

There was a large cave hidden in the flower forest, several feet high, with smooth and crystal walls, densely lit like stars, making the whole cave bright and dazzling. In the depths of the cave was a cold jade bed, with the sun, moon and stars painted on the top, and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and dressing supplies neatly placed around it, as if it were a woman's boudoir.

However, the woman in red lying on the ground looked lifeless. This cave was clearly her tomb.

At dawn, two maids brought fresh fruits to the table to replace the tribute from the previous day. The purple-dressed woman looked at the green-dressed woman next to her with a bit of doubt and said:

"Piaobi, aren't Ming Ya and I supposed to take turns on duty this month? Why are you taking the initiative to take over?"

The woman named Piaobi was in her early twenties, with a pair of bright black almond eyes. "It's boring to guard the graves, but it's better than serving those important people in fear. These damn dead people won't order us around, so we have more freedom."

"Be careful with your words!" The purple-clothed woman lowered her voice in panic, "This is the Demon Queen. If His Majesty hears you calling her dead, he will peel off your skin!"

There was a layer of restriction next to the cold jade stone bed, and they had never seen what the Demon Queen looked like. They only knew that the Demon King would come here whenever he had time, talking to himself in front of the female corpse, and sometimes he would sleep in the freezing cold stone bed with his clothes on, sleeping with the corpse. The Demon King, who was usually moody, perverse and tyrannical, showed a gentle and affectionate expression that they had never seen before when facing the woman in red.

This tomb and the Queen of Demons are extremely confidential. The guards are all disciples of the great guardian Ye Lian, and their lowest level is the spiritual realm. Ye Lian is very secretive about the identity of the Queen of Demons, and only says that if you want to live, don't ask any more questions.

"I know, Sister Zi Yan." Piao Bi stuck out her tongue, and when she looked at the cold jade bed, her eyes were as big as copper bells——

"Look, she's up!"

The corpse of the woman in red, who had been lying motionless on the bed, suddenly sat up, as if she had been chilled by the cold jade bed. Her white and tender joints were quickly frozen to purple, and she hurriedly turned over and got out of bed, but her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

Zi Yan was so frightened that her hair stood on end. Just as she was about to call for help, she was immediately knocked unconscious by a knife strike from the person behind her.

Piaobi put away her innocent expression, and her beautiful face seemed to be covered by a layer of something more delicate and cold, as if she had completely become a different person from the inside.

She quickly took a few steps forward, knelt respectfully outside the barrier emitting black air, and spoke loudly to the woman in red -

"Fairy Chiyu, the Pavilion Master has ordered me to wait here for a long time."

Baili Yaoyue was the man who turned the Qianyuan Continent upside down three hundred years ago. Because of a Chilong sword named "Fu Shui", he was given the nickname Chiyu Fairy by his admirers.

He is a rare genius, but also a shocking devil.

Author's words: Qianyuan Continent is divided into nine states, with the Demon Realm in the west, the Hualong Sea in the east, the Ten Thousand Mountains in the south, and the Ice Cave Polar Region in the north. The largest sect in each state is the Immortal Official of the state, who manages the affairs of the state. The Immortal Official Council is called the Immortal Alliance, and the leader of the alliance serves for 500 years and can command the world.

The ten major realms: Qi training, foundation building, crystallization, golden elixir, spiritual possession, Nascent Soul, spirit transformation, enlightenment, ascension, and immortality.