Chapter 269
The heavens bestowed sweet dew, and the people were overjoyed.
When the people heard that a celestial being had used magic to save their country, many stories of the celestial realm spread throughout the human world.
The pursuit of immortality has sparked an unprecedented craze in the last hundred years.
Not only in the Min Dynasty, but also in the great countries of the East and the small countries of the West, people began to talk about the affairs of the Immortal Realm with great interest.
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Another place.
Si Baixue gently wiped away non-existent tears, his long, nimble fingers moving swiftly, his voice filled with grievance:
“It truly breaks my heart that you have abandoned me, my lord.”
"These past few days, I have endured countless hardships, rain and sun, to finally find you, my lord." On Si Baixue's porcelain-white palm was a blood-red totem of a red spider lily.
"My lord, you are truly heartless!"
If you ignore his luxurious owl-feathered robe and the mischievous fingers hidden under his sleeves, his words can be somewhat believable.
"I simply didn't want you to risk your life in that dangerous place." Yingning pinched the peacock's pointed chin, causing the peacock to lower its eyes as if it were shy.
"Of course, my lord cares for me."
The man's fingers gently hooked around Ying Ning's palm, then slipped up into her sleeve and touched her skin.
Si Baixue originally intended to tease Yingning, but she didn't expect the touch in her palm to be so soft and smooth, and she didn't let go again for a moment.
The humans in the inn would occasionally cast furtive glances at them.
It was only because Si Baixue's appearance was too otherworldly that half of her body was almost pressed against the person next to her, exuding extreme charm and making people feel amazed.
During her few days of wandering around the human realm, Si Baixue always followed Ying Ning closely.
Having finally gotten rid of that annoying little white fish, Si Baixue felt quite good. He even refrained from killing the humans who occasionally came to chat with him.
They simply cut off their limbs and threw them into a wild graveyard to feed the dogs.
During this period, Si Baixue seemed to be following her around like a shadow.
He watched Ying Ning cultivate from the side.
When she went out, Si Baixue followed behind her in a flamboyant manner, and when she spoke, she would almost whisper in Yingning's ear.
“Master, I find this thing quite interesting.” Si Baixue picked up a string of sticky-looking things at the market.
"Oh dear, young master and young lady, have you never been to the Sui Dynasty before?" The vendor quickly approached them as soon as he saw customers arriving.
"Never."
"This is something we have to eat during the Lantern Festival here!" the vendor said cheerfully to the two.
"This snack is spring rice cake shreds. It is made by grinding spring grains and brown sugar into shreds. Young master, you can buy a string for your sweetheart, which symbolizes a sweet and happy life together."
"They can grow old together!" the vendor said.
Si Baixue looked at the food in her hand. Although for demons, growing old with one person was really unrealistic. After all, demons have very long lifespans, and it would take a hundred years to develop feelings for this person.
I wonder who I'll like in the next hundred years.
The demon race pursues immediate pleasure, so naturally, Bai Xue was currently clinging to Ying Ning:
"Buy this for me!"
Yingning paid and walked into the market amidst the hawkers' shouts, while Si Baixue's appearance still attracted many people.
The handsome man took a small bite of the spring cake strips, his brows furrowing slightly.
"So sweet."
"Human food is so hard to eat."
Si Baixue directly stuffed the spring cake shreds into Yingning's hand, and even called it:
"Let the master have a taste."
Yingning took off her hood, turned the spring cake strips around, and took a small bite. The sweet, melt-in-your-mouth texture was delightful.
"It's quite delicious."
At that moment, she didn't notice that crumbs of spring cake had landed on the side of her lips.
When Si Baixue saw her like this, she no longer had the imposing aura she had when she was rampaging through the Underworld. Instead, she looked more like a wealthy young lady from the human race.
"Yeah?"
Si Baixue deliberately moved closer to Ying Ning and took a small bite at the spot where Ying Ning had bitten.
"Um..."
"It seems to taste better now," he nodded and said.
"Oh my, this young man is so sweet to his wife," an old man said, watching the two in front of the stall with a smile in his eyes.
This was the first time Si Baixue had heard someone call her that, but she found the name quite pleasant to hear.
"Young man, would you like to buy a gift for your wife?" The old man immediately started promoting his stall when he saw the two men's eyes turn to his.
"Old man, I have some good stuff here."
Looking at the items on the stall, Si Baixue felt even better:
What good stuff do you have?
"Look at the jade from the Min Dynasty, the brocade from the Song Kingdom, and the ten-year-old sunken pearl from the North Sea..." Seeing that Si Baixue was interested, the old man immediately began to introduce them.
However, things from the human world were simply not to his liking.
He intended to leave, but at that moment his attention was drawn to something on the stall.
“This is…” Si Baixue picked up the Fire Chen Brocade. For some reason, he felt that the Fire Chen Brocade was very similar to the color of a person.
"Young master, you have excellent taste."
"This thing is my private treasure."
"Do you know where this thing comes from?" the old man whispered mysteriously. "From the celestial realm!"
The old man pointed to the sky: "Something that has fallen from the celestial realm!"
Si Baixue naturally sensed Huo Chenjin's traces of spiritual power. Although it wasn't something to be proud of in the Immortal Realm, it was quite rare in the Human Realm.
Yingning saw Si Baixue return:
"What's wrong?"
"I bought a little gadget for the adults."
When Si Baixue stood in front of Ying Ning, his tall stature seemed to block all the surrounding view. He reached out and put his hand through Ying Ning's slender neck, gently tying her dark hair into a simple bun, and then adorned it with Huo Chenjin brocade.
"Okay, just like that person."
Following Si Baixue's gaze, Ying Ning saw a human couple walking hand in hand, and the woman had her hair styled in a simple bun.
"Consider this a token of my gratitude to you, sir."
He meant spring cake strips.
Yingning took another bite and deliberately waved it in front of Si Baixue:
"Two bites of spring rice cake strips, in exchange for a piece of spiritual brocade."
"I actually made quite a profit."
Do you want to eat more?
Si Baixue shook his head and casually set up a barrier to isolate the two of them from everything around them. The demonic power surging on the barrier affected his mood, which was far from calm.
He wasn't going to put up with it; he'd already thought about doing it.
The porcelain-white hand did not leave her dark hair, but gently brushed across her shoulder and pulled her in front of him.
The eerie man gently bent down and licked the strands of hair on her lips.
The taste of the spring silk was no different, but at this moment he inexplicably wanted to steal a strand of the other's love silk.
A glamorous appearance, with seductive eyes.
Si Baixue was unusually serious; her ankle-length black hair swayed slightly, so he kissed her lips without hesitation.
He saw it; the flower stamen at the corner of the other person's eye drooped with golden petals.
He heard it; a thumping sound coming from his chest.
But he was the one who fell in love first.
So even though not long after, when Si Baixue saw the Fire Embroidery Brocade shattered into pieces by heavenly lightning, he lay prostrate on the ground covered in blood, desperately begging for the other party to turn back.
Even if it means being shattered to pieces and having one's demonic soul annihilated.
Simply because it is this person.
He has no regrets.
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In recent days, there seems to have been a great upheaval in the underworld.
Several young demon messengers retreated shakily from the hall, only daring to speak after they had gone quite a distance:
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" A young ghost messenger felt as if he had just walked on the edge of the eighteenth level of hell.
Although His Highness Que Rong rarely interferes in matters of the underworld and is a reclusive person, according to the old ghost messengers, the Underworld Palace has never lost its temper in the past thousand years.
Usually, it's Lord Bai who kicks the troublesome evil spirit into hell.
"That's true."
"Now that Lord Bai and Granny Meng are no longer in the Underworld, we have no say in the affairs of Lianhua Terrace."
"However, Your Highness was really furious."
On the throne of the Underworld Palace, the carvings on the dragon throne of the Sea Dragon were still lifelike. The sea dragon was gnawing on the dragon imprisoned by the ghost chains, and the blood-red eyes of the domain dragon were staring fiercely at the hellfire below the prince.
As the mist slowly dissipated, his bright eyes and piercing features, resembling a deity, were revealed. The only similarity between him and the Lord Bai described by the ghost messengers was his full head of snow-white hair.
As soon as Jue moved slightly, the chain began to shake violently.
Although he was sitting in a chair, his body was covered in wounds, and even his chest and collarbone were pierced by the barbs of the Dragon Chain, revealing a gruesome sight of flesh and blood.
With just a slight movement, countless dragon chains would ring out, echoing throughout the hall.
Beneath the Underworld Palace lies endless hellfire.
He was constantly experiencing burning pain, his soul being eroded inch by inch. After millions of years, this pain was nothing to him anymore.
He closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
After the evil spirit returned to his body, it naturally brought back some of the memories and physical abnormalities. Instead of suppressing the heat in his body, he gently stroked the side of his lips.
The delicate fragrance of the Pure Lotus still lingers on my lips.
"Meng Po...?" Wei Jue murmured.
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