"Whoosh—"
The sword light pierced through the misty air above Liuyunchuan. Shen Zhaozhao hovered on his sword, with the mighty river rushing beneath his feet like a silver dragon, and the endless, verdant forests stretching to both sides.
The morning mist, like a soft veil, flowed slowly among the treetops. When the wind blew, it stirred up layers of green waves, making a low, mournful sound.
"Senior sister, there it is!"
Murong Xiao, who had been anxiously clinging to Shen Zhaozhao's back, suddenly pointed sharply to a valley forest below, which was covered by dense tree canopies and was particularly dark.
His voice was high-pitched and trembling, filled with an undeniable certainty: "My brother's presence is in that forest!"
Shen Zhaozhao's ears were ringing from his shouting. She looked down at the eerie, dense forest where even the chirping of birds was barely audible, and silently rolled her eyes.
Alright, you're the "Son of the Immortal Emperor," so you get to decide.
With a swift movement of the sword, the two boys swooped down into the dense forest.
The tip of the sword had just touched the damp, decaying leaves in the forest when Shen Zhaozhao, before she could even regain her footing, felt a powerful force suddenly pull her from behind.
Murong Xiao was like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins, completely ignoring the thorns and vines around him, and shot straight into the depths of the dense forest!
"Sizzle—"
The sharp thorns instantly cut several bloody marks on his fair face, and tiny beads of blood immediately seeped out.
But Murong Xiao seemed completely oblivious to the pain. His eyes were fixed on the shadowy depths of the trees ahead, and he uttered a near-whimper, his voice echoing through the silent forest: "Brother... Brother! Where are you?!"
He ran staggeringly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if it would burst his ribs.
Finally, in the deepest part of the dense forest, in a clearing surrounded by huge ancient trees and dappled with light, Murong Xiao's footsteps suddenly froze on the spot.
A figure stood silently with his back to him.
The man was tall and slender, dressed in a plain, almost unadorned moon-white robe. His long silver hair flowed like moonlight, loosely tied back with a matching silk ribbon.
Even just this silhouette exudes an indescribable, gentle elegance that seems out of place in this dark, dense forest, like a still pool of water settling down amidst the hustle and bustle of the world.
Murong Xiao's breath caught in his throat, his eyes suddenly turned red, and all the pent-up joy, grievances, heartache, and deep longing he had accumulated along the way burst forth like a flood.
He could no longer control himself; a scream, laced with a loud sob, escaped his throat, and with all his might, he lunged towards that retreating figure—
"elder brother!"
The sound shattered the silence of the forest, carrying a tremendous tremor of something lost and then regained, and crashed violently into the pale figure in front of them.
As Shen Zhaozhao pushed aside a few vines blocking her way and entered, she looked up and was immediately struck by a clear, golden expanse.
That touch of gold, like amber melted by the rising sun, was set on Tu Shanche's gentle and jade-like face.
He saw Murong Xiao rushing towards him, and his golden eyes instantly filled with genuine, unreserved tenderness and affection. Then, he naturally squatted down, so that he could look Murong Xiao in the eye.
Long, jade-like fingers gently stroked the bloody scratches on Murong Xiao's face caused by thorns. Where the fingertips touched, a faint light flashed and disappeared, and the small wounds, along with the oozing blood, vanished without a trace in an instant, as if they had never existed.
"Why are you still so impulsive..."
He spoke, his voice like the clearest stream in the forest, carrying a gentle power that could soothe all anxiety.
Murong Xiao didn't say anything, he just chuckled and stared at Tu Shanche's face.
His brother is so handsome, I can never get tired of looking at him!
Even the few strands of silver hair hanging over her forehead shimmered, more dazzling than the jade branches of the Moon Palace in the Upper Realm. And her amber-colored, gilded eyes were as gentle as melting honey, capable of drowning a person in them.
Tu Shanche was rendered speechless by his direct, sticky gaze. The corners of his mouth curved upwards in a faint smile, and even the corners of his eyes softened.
He gently shook his head, then his slender fingers reached into his robes and pulled out an object from his palm.
The object was about the size of a pigeon egg, perfectly round, and emitted a soft yet extremely refined milky-white halo. Just being near it brought a sense of peace to the mind.
He gently placed the round object, which emitted a soft glow, in Murong Xiao's palm.
"Your Highness."
Tu Shanche's voice softened further, carrying an undeniable sense of reassurance, "Keep this safe. As your brother, I am not by your side and cannot protect you completely."
"This thing... can protect you from one death. Keep it close to your body and never let it out of your sight."
Murong Xiao's gaze fell upon the milky-white inner core in his palm, which exuded a familiar yet unsettling aura, and his entire body stiffened abruptly.
The ecstasy of their reunion was instantly replaced by immense shock and anger. Her tear-streaked face drained of all color and turned deathly pale.
"Tu Shanche!"
He shoved the inner core back into Tu Shanche's hand, his voice rising sharply with extreme shock and fear, becoming shrill and shattered, "Are you insane?! You're a spirit fox! Don't you know what this is better than I do?!"
"This is your demon core! All your cultivation, your very lifeblood, is inside! If you give it to me, what will you take if that bastard of a father sends you to wipe out some hellish place again?!"
"Are you planning to risk your life?! Are you going to just walk straight to your death?! Huh?!"
He was trembling with rage, his eyes were frighteningly red, and he gripped Tu Shanche's wrist tightly, trying to push the demon core back, as if it were not a life-saving treasure, but a deadly poison.
Tu Shanche was slightly stunned by his intense reaction. A complex and indescribable helplessness flashed in his golden eyes, but he just pursed his pale lips, shook his head with a wry smile, and used some skill to try to break free from Murong Xiao's grip.
"Your Highness, be good..."
His voice remained gentle, yet carried a heartbreaking stubbornness.
Shen Zhaozhao stood a few steps away, watching the scene of the two brothers struggling with each other, one desperately refusing and the other insisting on giving, her head buzzing.
No... how come... Murong Xiao has hysteria, and his sworn brother has also developed hysteria?
It's quite something that your inner demons can even act out each other's roles...
Well?
As if she had thought of something, Shen Zhaozhao's gaze returned to Tu Shanche's inhuman silver hair and golden eyes, as well as the "demon core" that emitted terrifying energy fluctuations, and she couldn't help but twitch her lips twice.
etc……
That demon core... it seems... it seems to be the real thing...
Her junior brother...could he really be...a second-generation immortal?!
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