Explosion will reshape the world
The room fell into a deathly silence that lasted for several breaths.
Only the heavy, suppressed breathing and heartbeats of the four people remained.
The four men's faces were extremely grim, their eyes flashing intensely, and they were experiencing an unprecedented internal struggle.
Ye Wuyang's tall body was taut. His knuckles made a slight "crackling" sound from the extreme force, and the chill emanating from his body spread uncontrollably, condensing into a thin layer of crystalline frost on the ground.
The image of Fang Li completely surrendering to Xie Chen's embrace, ignoring him, and becoming strangers to him flashed uncontrollably through his mind. A sharp pain suddenly shot through his heart, almost making it hard for him to breathe.
"Sharing?...A disgrace!...I am the supreme being of the Immortal Realm, how could I...But...if she only smiles at him from now on...and there is no trace of me in her eyes...No...absolutely not!" In the end, the almost pathological possessiveness and the unbearable fear of loss completely overwhelmed all pride and principles.
The surging, annihilating sword energy within Shen Yunzhou's body nearly tore apart his meridians, causing it to backfire on him, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly uncontrollably.
He felt his supreme sword heart being violently pulled apart by two extreme forces, on the verge of collapse.
On one side is the supreme principle of swordsmanship, which cannot be defiled or shared in the slightest; on the other side is the utter loss of Fang Li! A terrifying illusion of his Dao heart completely collapsing. He even clearly saw Fang Li and Xie Chen stepping into the void hand in hand, the Frost Chant Sword in his hand wailing and breaking, and the despairing scene of his heart dying and his Dao fading away.
"The Way... can be defied... but the heart... cannot be lost! A broken sword can be forged, but a lost heart... will lead to eternal damnation!" The pride and dignity of the Sword God appeared so fragile and vulnerable in the face of the fear of possibly losing his beloved forever.
Ji Qianqiu squatted to one side, clutching his head, like a trapped beast in dire straits. Sometimes he paced anxiously in place, and sometimes he would clutch his head and act crazy.
His bronze face flushed red, and his eyes were filled with incomprehension and immense panic at the prospect of being abandoned.
His strong limbs and simple mind were completely incapable of processing such a complex and bizarre concept as sharing. All he knew was that his junior sister couldn't run away with anyone else! Just thinking about Fang Li leaving alone with that vixen Xie Chen to a place he couldn't find made him feel like his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys had been hollowed out. He just wanted to pick up an axe and smash everything in front of him to pieces!
"No! No! Absolutely not! My junior sister is mine! I'll fight anyone who tries to take her away! ...But...my junior sister seems really angry, her eyes are so cold...Should I...agree to it first? Anyway, I'm the strongest, the most capable, and the most obedient to my junior sister! In time, she'll definitely realize I'm the best! She'll definitely choose me in the end!" His thought process began a magical process of self-persuasion!
Xie Chen's Star Compass in his sleeve was calculating at an unprecedented speed, the starlight at his fingertips almost burning, and cold sweat silently soaked his inner shirt.
He realized, pale-faced, that given Fang Li's unquestionable attitude, whether he chose to immediately turn on her and snatch her away or leave in anger, the chances of him ultimately having her all to himself were almost zero!
Accepting this seemingly absurd and humiliating sharing, though a desperate measure, is the only option for the four present to remain by her side, preserve their lives, and maintain their place in the future game. "The situation has deteriorated to this extent… There is no other way but to temporarily enter the game, endure the humiliation, and strive for a chance to survive, then plan for the future… Besides… the title of Daoist partner in the Li Yuan Clan genealogy… is not yet decided! Anything… is possible!"
Fang Li leisurely adjusted her leaning posture, and the silk quilt slipped down, revealing more of her smooth and jade-like shoulder and neck skin.
Her gaze lazily swept over the four people with varying expressions, finally settling on Xie Chen, who appeared the calmest but was actually experiencing turbulent emotions. A half-smile curved her lips, and her voice carried a hint of mockery:
"No rush... I have plenty of time for you to figure things out." She deliberately dragged out her words, her fingertips lightly twirling a strand of dark hair that fell down, her eyes playful. "However... Star Lord... you always seem to be able to deduce the optimal solution in desperate situations? Hmm? What is the optimal solution this time...?"
"Snap—"
A blue brick beneath Ye Wuyang's feet could not withstand the sudden increase in cold air and cracked instantly, making a crisp sound.
Xie Chen's face paled slightly, and he stopped fanning himself completely, revealing a helpless bitter smile: "Li'er... why force me like this..." He tried to hide the turmoil in his heart.
"Fine." Ye Wuyang abruptly interrupted him, his voice hoarse. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, only a trace of obsession remained in his eyes. He looked at Fang Li: "I agree." In order not to lose her completely, he chose to endure.
Shen Yunzhou took a deep breath almost simultaneously, and the surging, out-of-control sword energy around him suddenly subsided into stillness. He raised his eyes, looked directly at Fang Li, and said in a deep voice, "...As you wish." His tone carried a hint of weariness and resignation.
Ji Qianqiu was so anxious he was jumping up and down. He looked at this person and then at that person, and when he found that they had all surrendered, he suddenly felt isolated. Finally, he stiffened his neck and shouted loudly to Fang Li, "I agree too! But... but I want to be first! The first to bring my junior sister breakfast every day! The first to accompany my junior sister out!"
Fang Li was almost amused by his naive bargaining, but she deliberately put on a stern face, her eyes sweeping over him with an unquestionable tone: "There is no order." Her gaze slowly swept over the four of them, "Either you all stay, or..." Her voice was slightly cold, "You all get out. I will find a realm that you will never find, and live a peaceful life."
Upon hearing this, Ji Qianqiu deflated like a punctured balloon, drooping his head and muttering in a low voice, "...Then...okay...keep them all...keep them all..." He looked just like a large dog being scolded by its owner.
Xie Chen took a deep breath, suppressing all his surging emotions, and was the first to regain his gentle demeanor, nodding slightly: "Chen... has no objection." He took the initiative to express his opinion, trying to regain some initiative in front of Fang Li and show his composure.
Fang Li nodded slightly in satisfaction, then extended three slender fingers, her expression turning serious:
“In that case… let’s agree on three rules.”
"One," she said, her gaze sweeping over Ye Wuyang and Shen Yunzhou first, "You are not allowed to lay a hand on me. Whoever makes the first move will leave immediately and never see me again." Her tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Second," she said, turning her gaze to Ji Qianqiu and Xie Chen, "How you argue in private is your business, I can't be bothered with it. But if you make a scene and fight, disturbing my peace," her eyes turned slightly cold, "then you will both be sent out of Li Yuan. You can only come back when you have learned to be quiet."
“Three…” Her gaze swept over the four people with their different expressions, a hint of meaning and amusement in it. “On the Liyuan Clan Register, the blank space next to the name of ‘Daoist Partner’…” She paused deliberately, enjoying the momentary tension in their expressions. “From now on, we’ll see how you each perform…”
The words "Daoist couple status" struck the four of them hard once again!
The deathly coldness in Ye Wuyang's eyes shattered instantly. "The title... must be mine!" His possessiveness burned wildly once more.
The sword energy within Shen Yunzhou, which had returned to stillness, began to hum once more. "Only one sword... can define rank! Beneath annihilation, there will be no more strife!"
Ji Qianqiu abruptly raised his head, his eyes wide like saucers. His simple mind instantly interpreted "performance" as who was the most capable at work, the best fighter, and the most obedient. His fighting spirit ignited instantly! "Performance? I'm the best at performing! Chopping wood, carrying water, and fighting are my specialties! My junior sister will definitely like me the most! The title will definitely be mine!"
Xie Chen's fingers tightened slightly as he fanned himself, the gentle warmth in his eyes fading, and the star trails began to spin and deduce at an unprecedented speed. "A title... cannot be obtained by force, but must be planned... must be like water dripping on stone, until she willingly bears my name."
On the surface, the four of them temporarily ceased their hostilities and reached a consensus, but their eyes were filled with even more vigilance and undisguised competition.
Fang Li, exhausted after speaking, yawned lazily, her eyes showing a mixture of weariness and satisfaction: "Alright, the rules are set... I'm tired..." She waved her hand dismissively, as if to send someone away, "Everyone, get out."
Upon hearing this, the four men glanced at her with complicated expressions. They then exchanged cold stares, sparks flying in the air, before silently retreating from the messy boudoir one by one.
Ye Wuyang walked last, gently closing the already dilapidated and rickety door behind him.
Outside the room, the moonlight was cold and clear, but the atmosphere was even colder than before, with undercurrents surging beneath the surface.
Ye Wuyang's icy gaze was like a knife as she first swept her eyes at Xie Chen with undisguised sarcasm: "Star Lord... what a deep scheme." She was mocking him for being the first to analyze the pros and cons and for seemingly calmly agreeing in front of Fang Li.
Xie Chen chuckled lightly, fanning himself, but his eyes were cold and devoid of warmth. He retorted sarcastically, "Not as good as Brother Ye... who can endure what ordinary people cannot." He was implying that Ye could suppress his supreme pride and accept the humiliation of being shared.
Shen Yunzhou's sharp sword aura locked onto Ji Qianqiu, who was squatting on the ground, still debating what to do next. His voice was icy: "Stay away from her. Otherwise, the sword doesn't discriminate." He was directly warning the most threatening "pragmatist."
Ji Qianqiu suddenly jumped up, his axe whistling as he pointed it at Shen Yunzhou, his anger blazing: "Why! I won't! If you've got the guts, let's fight right now! Whoever wins gets close to my junior sister! The loser gets lost!"
Inside the house, Fang Li listened to the faint arguing coming from outside the door, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
She gently stroked the little glass doll in her arms, who was pretending to sleep but actually had her ears perked up, and murmured softly:
"Little Liuli, what do you think is the best way for me to mess with them? I haven't forgotten how they messed with me in the first place! This Liyuan Clan Genealogy... that blank space for Daoist partners... in the end... whose name will be written? Or will it be... none at all?"
Little Liuli peeked open one eye, her little paws tugging at her blankets, whispering, "Host...you're playing with fire...if those four knew you were still thinking of messing with them...it would completely explode! Something terrible would happen!"
Fang Li closed her eyes, her tone indifferent:
"Once it explodes... then the world is reshaped."
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