Chapter 68 Everyone has their own aspirations, and nothing can compare to my wife.
Xie Yunqing raised his hands to cup her cheeks, wiped away the tears, scratched her nose, and said with a smile, "Don't cry, you've become a little kitten. I'll explain it to you when I get back."
He glanced at the man kneeling not far away, a cold look in his eyes: "It's not very convenient now. There are still some bastards to deal with."
When Mo Cang heard what he said, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you hurt me, do you think you can still escape?"
He raised his bloodshot eyes, glaring at the two men with a gloomy gaze. He sneered, "Don't forget, this is the Demon Realm. You can't escape."
Shen Wenji wanted to say something, but was stopped by Xie Yunqing. He took a step forward and stood in front of her.
Shen Wenji: “?”
She smiled helplessly and said, "I'm not a caged bird that needs protection. You don't have to stand in front of me."
"I know your strength and I know you can protect yourself, but I don't want you to be tired from doing trivial things." Xie Yunqing said as he wrapped his large palm around her slightly cold fingers.
"You were overworked yesterday, and you've been busy with official business all day today. Just leave this little thing to me." His thumb rubbed the back of her hand restrainedly, leaving a brief touch of heat.
Shen Wenji thought of the absurd and charming events of last night and glared at him unhappily.
"Don't worry, we'll try to finish this quickly. The medicinal food I prepared for you is still warming in the Hehuan Sect. After we're done, we'll go home and eat it."
Shen Wenji didn't say anything, so he coaxed her in a low voice: "Don't be angry, wait for me to come back and let you deal with me. Now let me clean up this mess first, okay?"
The last word has a slightly rising tone, which sounds a bit coquettish.
Shen Wenji nodded, seemingly in acquiescence.
Afterwards, Xie Yunqing took a deep breath, turned around, and completely blocked Shen Wenji behind him.
The moment he turned around, Shen Wenji subconsciously grabbed a corner of his moon-white robe.
The fabric was soft, carrying the residual heat from his body and the familiar scent of albizzia flowers.
Shen Wenji's fingers trembled. She didn't expect that she would do this. Well, she caught it anyway.
She lowered her eyes and warned, "Be careful."
Xie Yunqing paused slightly, without looking back, but covered her hand that was tugging at the corner of her clothes again with his backhand, and slowly pinched her fingertips: "Be good, trust me."
Good boy??? How could he… Never mind, she didn’t bother with him.
Shen Wenji's ears felt hot, and he loosened his fingers, but his eyes were still glued to Xie Yunqing's back, and inexplicable ripples spread in his heart.
Xie Yunqing felt her loosen her grip, then he tightened his expression, looked at his opponent, and said in a cold voice, "Mo Cang, your game is over."
His voice was not loud, so Mo Cang did not take it seriously and instead sneered.
The next moment, a huge black vortex suddenly appeared behind Mo Cang.
Looking closely, this vortex was formed by one tiny bell after another. Those defective and discarded bells that Mo Cang had casually discarded were actually all collected by someone.
Originally, they could not match the power of the Tianque Bell, but due to their huge numbers, when they gathered together for blessing, they could actually achieve one tenth of the effect of the Tianque Bell.
Immediately afterwards, a domineering devouring force gushed out from the vortex.
As if being controlled, it locked onto Mo Cang precisely. The endless demonic energy in his body poured out uncontrollably like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, rushing madly towards the whirlpool.
"What tricks did you use?" Mo Cang was horrified and wanted to struggle to get up, but found that he was completely stuck and could not move.
Shen Wenji poked his head out from behind Xie Yunqing and looked at everything in front of him in astonishment. What was going on?
Xie Yunqing spread out his hands, shrugged, and smiled innocently: "It wasn't me."
Shen Wenji looked suspicious. Seeing Xie Yunqing's confident look before, he didn't look innocent at all.
Just when Mo Cang's demonic energy was being drained in large quantities, his breath became unstable, and he was on the verge of despair.
“Swish!”
An extremely sharp demonic energy condensed into a sharp cone and suddenly rose from the shadows on the side of the hall without any warning.
The timing was tricky, the angle was fierce, the power was overwhelming, and it was as black as an ink cone, pointing directly at Mo Cang's defenseless back.
The spikes evolved into countless ones, densely packed into his body, and the sound of piercing flesh and blood came one after another.
Mo Cang's body suddenly stiffened, and he tried to use his internal energy to resist, but in the end it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
He could only lower his head in disbelief, looking at his chest full of holes and the blood gushing out.
What hurt him was actually the demonic energy, or the unique inherited martial arts of the Demon Lord's lineage, so... he was hurt by someone he knew well and close to.
Mo Cang turned around with difficulty, trying to see who it was.
A graceful figure slowly walked out of the shadows, and the one who made the move was actually his good sister, Su Tengyue.
She walked step by step towards her brother who was kneeling on the ground. The sound of her boots tapping on the cold ground was particularly clear in the silent hall.
Su Tengyue still had a sharp cone condensed with demonic energy in her palm. She thrust it in front of Mo Cang's eyes and said, "Brother, look, I've also learned that technique of transforming form with Qi that you were so proud of before. I can even do it better than you."
She smiled and said, "So sometimes... I think you're wrong. I'm not bad, at least not worse than you."
"Oh, yes, do you like the gift I prepared for you?" Su Tengyue waved her hand and dispelled the black vortex behind Mo Cang. The scattered bells were scattered all over the ground, dinging and donging, disturbing people.
Mo Cang raised his head with great difficulty. The severe pain in his chest made his face pale as paper. He barely managed to hold on to a breath: "You did all this...?"
He looked at his sister approaching step by step, his eyes filled with incredible shock, and the overwhelming anger of being betrayed by his loved ones instantly overwhelmed him.
"Su Tengyue, you..." With every word he spoke, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. "Why? My...sister who follows me and needs my protection, how could she..."
Su Tengyue stood in front of him and looked down at him condescendingly.
Her face no longer showed the timid submission she had shown towards her brother in the past, only cold calmness remained.
"Brother, you're right." Her voice was like a needle, piercing Mo Cang's heart. "People always change. In the past, I was trapped under your wings, trapped in those illusory ambitions you described to revitalize the demon race, and never truly lived for myself for a moment."
She raised her hand, and the sharp cone of demonic energy pointed at Mo Cang's throat again.
"But look, what has your ambition brought to the demon race?" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with pent-up resentment. "Endless wars, the sacrifice of countless demon disciples, and an irreconcilable blood feud with the cultivation world. In fact, what the demon race needs is never to conquer the three realms, but a way to survive."
Mo Cang coughed violently, trying to mask his desperate situation with anger. "What nonsense! The law of the jungle is the law of nature! Without power, how can the demons survive in this world? You are betraying the demons! Betraying me!"
"Betrayal?" Su Tengyue sneered, her voice filled with desolate sarcasm, her eyes blazing with fire. "I betrayed your path, the path that is destined to drag the entire demon race into an abyss of no return."
"From the moment you asked me to plot against Xie Yunqing, treating me like a pawn you could discard at any time, I saw everything clearly. You've never truly considered me, nor the future of the Demon Race. I and all the Demon Race's people are merely stepping stones to satisfy your own lust for power."
The last bit of tenderness in her eyes was completely extinguished.
"So, I choose to cooperate with the immortals." Her voice was firm and resolute, echoing throughout every corner of the hall. "To cooperate with someone who can bring new choices to me and the demons."
The moment she finished speaking, she exerted force on her wrist.
The pitch-black and thick spike pierced into Mo Cang's skull with lightning speed.
"Ah!" Mo Cang let out a shrill howl, his body twitched violently several times, and finally froze completely.
His eyes suddenly widened, and the light in them dimmed, turning into a dead gray. Until the last moment, he still couldn't believe that he would die at Su Tengyue's hands.
Su Tengyue took a few steps back expressionlessly, watching Mo Cang's body fall powerlessly to the ground with a dull sound.
She stood with her hands behind her back, breathing slightly, her eyes complicated for a moment, then became extremely clear.
The Su Tengyue of the past has completely died.
Standing here at this moment is the new Demon Lord Su Tengyue.
After the dust settled, she walked towards Shen Wenji and Xie Yunqing.
Her eyes fell on the Tianque Bell on Shen Wenji's wrist, and she said sincerely: "Master Shen, thank you fellow Daoist, thank you both for today."
"I will not steal the Tianque Bell. It is the sacred object of the Hehuan Sect. But after this matter is over, you can keep it properly, or even seal it up."
Su Tengyue paused, her tone heavy, "The power contained in this object is too special. I don't want it to become a tool for anyone's ambitions and trigger a new round of turmoil. The demons... also need to recuperate. After today, I will announce to the public that the Tianque Bell has been destroyed."
Shen Wenji and Xie Yunqing looked at each other and nodded.
They understood Su Tengyue's concerns and would never let the Tianque Bell reappear in the world.
Before leaving, they saw Su Tengyue suppress all dissents in the Demon Palace with thundering means, and use absolute strength to overcome all objections and ascend to the throne of the Demon Lord.
Looking at Su Tengyue on the high platform, wearing complicated robes and a crown, accepting the worship of thousands of demons.
Shen Wenji couldn't help but sigh, whispering to Xie Yunqing beside him, "Seeing her now, holding the supreme authority in the Demon Realm. Do you regret it for a moment? After all, you were once within reach of the position of Demon Lord. They say power is fascinating, but is there anyone in the world who can truly remain unmoved?"
Xie Yunqing laughed softly when he heard this.
He reached out and held Shen Wenji's hand without any concealment, his fingertips passed through her fingers and interlocked theirs tightly.
His palms were warm and his heart was burning.
Xie Yunqing turned his head, his eyes not looking at the Demon Lord's throne, but focused on Shen Wenji's face, with tenderness in his eyes and a firm tone.
"I don't know what others think. But for me, even if I have a thousand powers and a myriad of glory, it can't compare to..."
He leaned down slightly, leaning close to her ear, and lowered his voice very low, his hot breath mixed with a tender smile: "You can't compare to my wife."
"All I have ever asked for is one person, one heart, one life together, peace and happiness, and a simple life together."
"As for the position of Demon Lord?" He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes sweeping across the platform as he said calmly, "Let's leave it to someone who needs it more and is more suitable for it."
Shen Wenji felt the warmth from his fingertips, listened to the love words that were almost whispered, his cheeks were slightly hot, his heart was filled with honey, and all his anxieties disappeared.
She held his hand back, and a thousand words were said without words.
On the high platform is the sought-after royal power.
Beneath the platform lies the ordinary happiness of holding hands.
Everyone has their own ambitions, and his ambition has always been her.
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