Chapter 100 Demon Lord 100%
It's winter again.
The netherworld was covered in snow, with raging wind and snow, making people shiver with cold.
Qu Jingxian wrapped herself tightly in the cloak. The fur around the collar made her look extremely warm. There was also a snow lotus embroidered on the lapel. The tips of the white petals were faintly crimson, making her look very delicate and beautiful.
As she was sipping hot tea, five or six energetic young men walked into the inn. They walked a few steps to Qu Jingxian, threw the swords in their hands to the edge of the table, and poured the hot tea into the cup.
"I got it first, let me drink first!"
"I'm almost freezing to death, what's wrong with you giving way to me?"
"All of you get out of the way! When the monster showed up just now, you ran faster than rabbits. If I hadn't subdued the monster, how would you have been able to drink a sip of hot tea?" The young men refused to give in, and after a fierce fight, the tea spilled all over their sleeves, and no one could drink it.
The innkeeper's wife wasn't surprised. She smiled and shook her head as she brought over a pot of freshly boiled water. She warned them, "Don't fight over it this time. The water is very hot."
The boys refused to listen. They glanced at each other, each understanding the other's thoughts. Without a second thought, they reached for the hot teapot. Suddenly, the teapot floated slowly in the air. The boys followed its movement in unison, their gazes meeting Qu Jingxian, who was looking at them with a half-smile.
"Have you made enough noise?" The teapot stopped beside Qu Jingxian.
The young men quickly stood up and whispered, "Elder Qu."
Qu Jingxian hummed, "Has the demon from Mr. Li's family been caught?"
"We caught her, we caught her!" The tallest young man in the lead came out to claim credit, "Elder, you wouldn't have guessed that the demon was actually Mr. Li's eighteenth concubine. Do you know how she became a demon?"
"It's a rat!"
"Mr. Li had actually been sleeping with a rat demon for over half a year. When it transformed, it was half a man's height. It frightened the fourth and fifth junior brothers so much that their legs went weak on the spot."
"My legs aren't weak at all!" the shortest boy defended himself. "I was just, I was just stunned. That rat demon was really big..."
Listening to the boys recount their experiences catching monsters, Qu Jingxian moved her hands and used her spiritual power to control the teapot, pouring a cup of hot tea for each of them. As the boys wished, they drank the hot water, the warm steam dispelling the chill from their bodies. One of them hissed, "It's really too cold today."
"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen such heavy snow in my life. In the past, at this time of year, I would have dared to roll around in the snow with just some energy."
"Who isn't?"
These young men are the sons of the sect masters and peak masters of the Wanmen Immortal Sect. They were born in the upper realm since childhood and are the second generation of immortals who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They are only fifteen or sixteen years old.
It was normal that they had never experienced such a cold winter. The innkeeper's wife also chimed in, "My grandmother was still complaining today, saying that this was the first time she had experienced such a cold winter at her age."
"How old is grandma?"
The proprietress smiled and said, "It's about the same age as the sacred mountain outside."
A young man counted on his fingers and said in surprise, "Doesn't that mean he's already a centenarian?"
"Not yet." The proprietress said modestly, "In half a month, it will be grandma's 100th birthday."
It was only half a month later than the appearance of the sacred mountain.
Qu Jingxian was slightly startled by these words, her gaze turning to the door behind her. Not far from the inn's gate lay the boundless sea and river. The further she looked, the thicker the mist swirling around the sea became. A faint glimpse of a half-exposed sacred mountain appeared, ethereal and mysterious.
That is...the sacred Kunlun Mountain.
Time flies so fast.
The proprietress's words reminded Qu Jingxian that she had never expected that a hundred years had passed since that day. Another hundred years had passed.
"Elder Qu."
"Elder Qu?!" Qu Jingxian came back to her senses and saw the young man's enlarged face.
The tallest boy was the youngest son of the Yaowang Sect's leader, named Huayang. He was the most lively and playful of the boys. He opened his eyes wide with curiosity and said, "Elder, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought. We've called you several times."
Qu Jingxian pushed Huayang's head away, cleared her throat and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hua Yang said, "The boss lady wants us to attend her grandmother's birthday party. Can we stay for another half a month?"
It was obvious that these young people wanted to stay. Qu Jingxian glanced at the snow outside, thought for a moment, and finally refused, "We are leaving for the sect today."
"Why?" The boys were a little dissatisfied. "We have been catching monsters here for such a long time and haven't had a good rest yet. Please at least let us stay and catch our breath."
Qu Jingxian shook her head, "This heavy snow might bring unexpected changes."
She must rush back to see Mo Xuanxiao as soon as possible.
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This is more than one hundred years since the Kunlun Sacred Mountain appeared in the world.
A hundred years was a long time, long enough for several generations to come, and people gradually became accustomed to the existence of Kunlun Mountain. For example, the young men brought up by Qu Jingxian had seen the existence of the sacred mountain since they were born, believing it was meant to be there.
"Actually, that's not the case." On the way back, Qu Jingxian told the young people about what happened a hundred years ago. She reached out to catch a piece of falling snow and said, "A hundred years ago, when the sacred mountain appeared in the world, it also snowed for several days and nights."
"Do you know which day has the heaviest snow?"
Qu Jingxian said, "It was the day when the Emperor Phoenix broke the seal and emerged from Kunlun Mountain."
A clueless teenager interrupted and asked, "Is it heavier than today's snow?"
"Yes, it's even heavier than today's snow." Qu Jingxian sighed: "The snow is falling as if the sky is shedding tears, rustling and covering the ground in a thick layer. People walking on the road can't see anything..."
"I know that!" Another young man chimed in, "I've heard others talk about it. They also said they heard the cry of a phoenix. It was so miserable, it sent chills down your spine. Also, flowers in many places have withered. I heard even the snow lotus in the cold pond of the Immortal Ruins has withered."
"There's actually such a thing." The youngest Fifth Junior Brother was hearing about this for the first time. He stroked his chin and said, "My father said that when strange phenomena fall from the sky, a catastrophe is sure to occur. This phenomenon must have been caused by Demon Lord Chao Yuan."
Except for the older generation who still called him Emperor Phoenix, this generation of immortal cultivators all called the monarch of the demon world Demon Lord Chao Yuan.
"no."
Qu Jingxian frowned when she heard the name, "This celestial phenomenon was not caused by him."
"Who is that?" The young men all looked at Qu Jingxian. They saw her lowering her eyes and gently stroking the snow lotus on her clothes, and whispering a name: "It's Fairy Yin Yaolian."
A hundred years ago, Fairy Yaolian perished on Mount Kunlun, leaving behind only a collection of legends, both true and false. Some say she was murdered by her husband, who had fallen into the ways of the devil; others say she perished in the Kunlun Lake while trying to stop the Emperor Phoenix from emerging. Still others say Fairy Yaolian didn't die, but simply transformed into a snow lotus, unwilling to remain human.
"So, Fairy Yaolian is really...?" the young men asked tactfully.
Qu Jingxian looked at the falling snow and smiled, "Perhaps this heavy snow is a sign of her return."
Of course, these were just Qu Jingxian's guesses, and there was no way to verify them. That was why she hurried back to the Immortal Ruins to ask Mo Xuanxiao about his feelings. As a descendant of the Divine Dragon, his premonitions were always accurate.
It was two days later when they returned to Xianxu.
The heavy snow still showed no sign of stopping, as if it wanted to make these people who had forgotten the past revisit the past a hundred years ago. Qu Jingxian arrived at the Immortal Ruins and indeed found Mo Xuanxiao's figure in the Mirror Moon Tower. He stood in front of the cold pond with his hands behind his back, staring into the pool in a trance.
"Is Yaoyao about to wake up?" Qu Jingxian walked lightly, as if she was afraid of scaring the timid Xuelian in the pond.
After Qu Yaoyao disappeared, the few snow lotuses in the Xianxu Cold Pond did wither, but after Mo Xuanxiao sent it back, these snow lotuses regained their vitality. They protected the small snow lotus in the center and were unwilling to let it come into contact with any strangers.
Qu Jingxian could vaguely tell that this was also what Qu Yaoyao meant.
Mo Xuanxiao looked at the corner of the snow lotus peeking out from the gap between the flowers and said in a low voice, "The cold water spirit energy has been gathering for a long time these past few days. It should be that Yaoyao is regaining consciousness."
Qu Yaoyao's cultivation remained, even stronger after she dissipated and reunited, as if possessing a ten-thousand-year-old divine source. With the snow lotus's current strength, it could transform into a form in a matter of seconds, the key being whether she was willing to do so.
"Yaoyao." Hearing Mo Xuanxiao's words, Qu Jingxian felt relieved. She leaned forward slightly to try to get a clearer look at the small snow lotus between the petals, but all she could see was a corner of translucent white petals with a hint of pink.
Without waiting for a second look, the small petals trembled and wrapped themselves into a small bud, really not wanting anyone to see them at all.
Qu Jingxian murmured dejectedly, "Don't you miss your brothers and sisters?"
"Qu Yushu misses you very much, I miss you so much, Xuan Yao Tianzun also..." Qu Jingxian paused here, coughed and closed her mouth.
Mo Xuanxiao's expression remained unchanged. He simply instructed calmly, "Reinforce the defensive barrier of the Immortal Ruins for the next few days. You and Qu Yushu will stay in the Immortal Ruins."
Qu Jingxian was puzzled by Mo Xuanxiao's intention, but suddenly realized and her expression changed: "You are worried..."
They noticed the strangeness of this heavy snow, and the one from the demon world would naturally notice it as well.
"I'll go get Qu Yushu right away!" Qu Jingxian hurried away. "Even if I have to risk my life, I can't let him take Yaoyao away from me!"
As soon as the people left, Gu Tianci came to look for Mo Xuanxiao anxiously, "Tianzun, our disciples have spotted the presence of demon soldiers outside the sect. We're afraid Chao Yuan is personally leading the troops to attack."
"You come so fast." Mo Xuanxiao frowned, waved his hand to set up a killing formation in the cold pond, and followed Gu Tianci away.
Over the past hundred years, the demon world and the immortal world have fought several times, and the battles were brutal.
When Emperor Feng just emerged from Kunlun Mountain, the first thing he ordered was to attack the Wanmen Immortal Sect. No one was surprised by his action, as they thought he was taking revenge on the immortal sect that had imprisoned him for tens of thousands of years. Mo Xuanxiao also thought so.
Until Chao Yuan rushed into the Immortal Ruins with his sword, he looked at Mo Xuanxiao coldly and said, "Give her back to me."
Give it back to him?
Is Qu Yaoyao his?
Mo Xuanxiao sneered at the memory and followed Gu Tianci to the main hall of Wanmen Xianzong.
Chao Yuan had brought a small number of demons, but they were all among the most powerful in the demon world, having broken through the sect's layers of defense. Chao Yuan stood behind these powerful demons, holding a jade bone fan and watching the fight indifferently. Suddenly, a strong murderous aura came over him, but Chao Yuan easily blocked it with his fan.
"What are you doing here again?" Mo Xuanxiao asked coldly.
Chao Yuan raised his long eyelashes, his red-gold eyes looking at Mo Xuanxiao without any warmth. He used his fingertips to slowly stroke the blood stain on the jade bone fan, "What qualifications do you have to question this deity?"
The Kunlun Sacred Mountain sealed Chao Yuan's true form from ten thousand years ago, a true ancient divine phoenix, considered a divine seed in today's world of immortal cultivation. And with the release of Chao Yuan's seal, Mo Xuanxiao has fully awakened his dragon bloodline, becoming a true ancient divine dragon.
The two men, one a phoenix and one a dragon, are faced with not only a century-long hatred, but also a blood feud spanning ten thousand years. However, at the moment, they both have more important things to do.
Two figures, one red and one blue, collided at breakneck speed, overturning the demon soldiers and immortal disciples on either side. Mo Xuanxiao wished he could kill Chao Yuan with a single blow, while Chao Yuan, in turn, dreamed of skinning him alive.
Bang--
The jade bone fan collided with the sword in Mo Xuanxiao's hand, making a harsh sound.
The snow kept falling, rustling onto their shoulders. A crystal snowflake landed between them. Chao Yuan said, "A hundred years is long enough. I will come and take Yaoyao home."
He had waited for her for too long.
"Home?" Mo Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes. "Yaoyao's home is in Hantan. She won't go anywhere else except here."
Chao Yuan's expression was calm, the red flame flower on his forehead accentuating his fair complexion. He curled his thin lips slightly in a rare smile towards Mo Xuanxiao, uttering two words: "Is that so?"
Are you sure she won't come with me?
The magic circle set up in the cold pond of Xianxu was destroyed, and the real Chao Yuan, dressed in red clothes as bright as fire, was already standing in the cold pond.
The cold pond shimmered, and balls of spiritual light gurgled to the surface. As a beautiful white hand reached over, the sound of popping scattering them into tiny starlight. Parting the large snow lotus in the center of the pond, Chao Yuan finally saw the small, fragile bud he had hoped for.
Pure and beautiful, still the same as he remembered.
The author has something to say: Yaoyao (shivering): A big bird is trying to steal flowers, help!
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