For the first time, the sacred mountain, which had been silent for tens of thousands of years, welcomed life other than Jiang Fei and Da Long.
Dalong is Jiang Fei's mount. Although it is a small, emerald-green snake, it has cultivated its true form under the protection of Jiang Fei's divine light. But even demons must have ambition, so Jiang Fei named it "Dalong".
Lianjia is very quiet, spending her days alone in a corner.
The handsome young man, aged three thousand, possessed a rare talent for cultivation in the Six Realms, yet his body was extremely weak. Jiang Fei looked at him and realized that he couldn't even withstand a single instance of joint cultivation with her, let alone continue her bloodline. She simply couldn't bring herself to do it.
Let's just let him rest for now and get his health back on track.
Jiang Fei possessed an innate divine body, and the blood of an innate divine body was legendary throughout the Six Realms. Although she hadn't specifically inquired about it, she knew that countless people desired a drop of her blood in order to greatly enhance their cultivation techniques or achieve immortality.
Jiang Fei didn't care much. Not to mention her blood, her whole body was a treasure that could attract the covetous eyes of the six realms.
Her innate divine body heals extremely quickly. Draining a cup of blood every day is of no harm to her. She can simply wave her hand and the wound will disappear, and her blood and energy will return in a moment.
At that time, she didn't understand the ingenuity of the self-inflicted injury ruse and thought that a cup of divine blood was nothing, so she kept it a secret.
So, the day after she decided to improve Lianjia's constitution, she began forcing Lianjia to take medicinal baths.
If you mix a cup of her blood into the Ginseng Spirit Grass, within a few years, it will nourish his divine body to its peak, transforming him completely.
As for the location of the medicinal bath, it was naturally in her palace.
How could one miss a beautiful woman emerging from her bath?
During her first bath, Lian Jia was extremely cautious, glancing at her several times.
Jiang Fei only said that since the medicinal bath involved medicine, it would be best for her to watch from the side to avoid any accidents.
She spoke with righteous indignation, and Lian Jia believed her, pursing her lips as she sat down in the bathtub.
The youthful spirit is pleasing to the eye.
Her skin was as white as solidified jade, and I felt pity for her.
Jiang Fei was very satisfied with the beauty's bath.
Lian Jia was clearly not comfortable. The blood of his innate divine body had flowed over his entire body, seeped into his bones, and was gradually changing his meridians. Even his internal organs were shifting, causing his bones and muscles to feel as if they had been broken and reconnected.
He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Fei in a panic. His eyes were like those of a frightened deer in the morning, veiled with mist. The tips of the dragon horns on his forehead seemed to be turning red, but his face was pale.
Innocent, bewildered, and with a hint of barely concealed fear and sorrow, he seemed to be asking her why she had hurt him.
It looks very tempting.
Jiang Fei caught his gaze, and for the first time in tens of thousands of years, her beautiful face flushed red.
She seems to have just wavered in her previous reluctance to eat it.
After all... it looks incredibly delicious.
That's so sinful.
So she looked away and scoffed, "If I really wanted to kill you, why would I need to go through all this trouble?"
After about two hours, Lian Jia's pale face finally faded. At the same time, he also noticed that his body, which had been weak for a thousand years in the Western Paradise, suddenly gained a little bit of power during those two hours. It wasn't much, but it was there.
He looked at Jiang Fei with gratitude and excitement.
Jiang Fei smiled and beckoned to him: "Come here."
Lazy movements, disdainful gaze, alluring face.
The atmosphere was exceptionally warm and inviting, bathed in the glow of the eternal candlelight within the palace.
Lian Jia's smile froze for a moment, but she still walked towards her, her snow-white inner robe fluttering slightly as she approached Jiang Fei.
Before he could even stand up straight, Jiang Fei had already pulled him over and half-pressed him down.
Lian Jia pursed her lips tightly, closed her eyes, and held her hands in a defiant gesture in front of her, but did not refuse, only silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in her heart.
He agreed.
This is the price I pay for my revenge.
But all that came from above was a charming laugh. Jiang Fei touched his bald head and poked the dragon horn on his forehead. After muttering "sin" to himself a few times, he released Lian Jia: "Do you know how many people want to stay with me? Little monk, your hellish appearance is really not pleasing."
When she falls asleep, the protective divine light surrounding her is a cultivation treasure that many people would kill for.
Lianjia waited for a while before cautiously opening her eyes.
Then, he looked into a pair of charming, smiling eyes.
She was still looking at him, her eyes like hooks, and even the red line between her brows, which symbolized her status as a primordial god, was tinged with allure.
He snapped his eyes shut again, but it was too late; he felt a slight movement in his lower body.
Jiang Fei's gaze slowly fell on Lian Jia's lower waist.
There, the boy's long legs had uncontrollably transformed into a dragon's tail, and his jade-white dragon body, with its clear blue flames and faint divine light, was swaying gently.
Jiang Fei laughed and stroked his dragon tail: "Little monk, this is called lust."
It must have been the first time this young man had come into such close contact with a woman.
Lianjia's hands remained tightly pressed against his chest, preventing her from getting closer: "Master said that desire is the beginning of lust, and one should not have desire in the first place..."
Jiang Fei interrupted him: "Is your master more powerful, or am I?"
Lian Jialeng, perhaps thinking that his master had been unable to improve his weak constitution for a thousand years, while she had shown improvement in just one night, said honestly, "You."
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "So, listening to me is the right thing to do."
After she finished speaking, she moved his dragon tail again.
The dragon's tail twitched, and Lianjia's little face tensed up.
Jiang Fei said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you," then added after thinking for a moment, "for now."
She patted his head: "Go to sleep."
Lianjia finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay down properly beside her without moving.
Jiang Fei's voice suddenly rang out again: "Little monk, grow your hair out as soon as possible."
Nothing happened that night.
Lian Jia had a nightmare. Jiang Fei didn't know what he dreamed about, but the boy's eyes were red, his hands were clenched into fists and trembling slightly. He didn't say a word, looking like he wanted to take revenge. After a long time, he finally said "Father God" with a sob in his voice.
For a considerable period afterward, only the two gods, Jiang Fei and Lian Jia, remained on the sacred mountain.
Jiang Fei didn't need to eat, but he was greedy for wine and food, so Lian Jia would pick fairy fruits for him every day or brew some fairy wine.
Lianjia was physically weak and needed to eat regularly, but he endured until his divine body was damaged before he could barely eat anything to fill his stomach, all for the sake of cultivation.
The two, one big and one small, actually lived together quite harmoniously.
Lian Jia naturally soaked in a medicinal bath infused with divine blood every day, and while basking in Jiang Fei's divine light, his frail body slowly recovered.
As for Jiang Fei, aside from going to resolve troubles in the Six Realms when she felt like it, she spent the rest of her time staying on the Ancient Sacred Mountain.
She realized for the first time that she actually had the patience to "hunt".
Apart from their first time sleeping together, Lianjia never uncontrollably exposed his dragon tail again.
However, he would always stay in a corner of the stone bed far away from her, refusing to overstep his bounds even slightly.
Jiang Fei was once blinded by beauty and deliberately tried to get close to him, but he never refused. He lay there, silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.
Looking at the boy's overly fragile appearance, Jiang Fei could only sigh, experiencing for the first time the misery of "seeing but not being able to have".
Lian Jia had also approached Jiang Fei, saying he wanted to practice magic, but Jiang Fei refused each time, saying that "his body is still too weak to practice."
Although he was unwilling, he never disobeyed her.
It must be said that Lian Jia, despite his young age, is very patient.
Endure humiliation, endure hatred, and restrain desires.
Before long, the day arrived for Lian Jia to remove the dragon horn.
For the Dragon Clan, having their dragon horns removed means they are able to marry and have children.
Lianjia was visibly tense and uneasy that day.
Jiang Fei naturally knew what he was nervous about, after all, he had promised her that in return for helping him avenge his family, he would continue her bloodline.
However, looking at Lian Jia's extremely slow-growing hair and his pure, watery eyes, Jiang Fei ultimately decided against it once again, only telling him: "Practice magic tomorrow."
Lian Jia's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared straight at her.
Jiang Fei paused, regretting once again her decision not to take action.
The next day, Jiang Fei abducted an elder-level immortal from the Immortal Realm. When the immortal arrived at the Holy Mountain, he was still full of confusion. Jiang Fei nodded his chin at Lian Jia and said, "Teach him."
It wasn't that she was unwilling to teach personally, but rather that although her magic was high, it was all innate.
The old immortal looked at Lian Jia carefully, then said with a look of fear and trepidation, "Goddess, it's not that I don't want to teach, but if I do, the entire Immortal Realm will be in turmoil." After all, the matter of the Divine Dragon Clan had shocked the entire Six Realms, and everyone was in danger.
After the old immortal finished speaking, he was about to fly away.
Lian Jia pursed her lips tightly, stood still, and remained silent.
Jiang Fei merely raised her hand and caught up with the fleeing old immortal: "You look so old, yet you still call yourself a 'little immortal,' how shameless!"
The old immortal's body swayed slightly as he flew through the air.
Jiang Fei slowly squeezed out a drop of blood from her fingertip. The old immortal's eyes widened immediately. He said, "This must not be known to outsiders," and then followed her back.
Lian Jia, who was standing there blankly, suddenly looked up and stared at the two people who flew over with him.
Jiang Fei patted his fluffy little head: "Study hard."
So, Lianjia began to learn from the old immortal.
He was highly talented, and with the medicinal bath infused with divine blood every night, he absorbed the knowledge extremely quickly. In no time at all, he had mastered the old immortal's magic.
Jiang Fei was also busy. In addition to helping the Six Realms quell some natural and man-made disasters, he also investigated the fact that the Heavenly Emperor's lineage of the Divine Dragon Clan was almost wiped out back then.
If Lianjia finishes her studies, she will then abduct a celestial master from the Six Realms.
Lianjia accepted all comers, learning spells from immortals, gods, demons, and monsters. He even used his talent to transform the eight meridians within his body, each meridian possessing its own unique spell.
Lianjia's divine body is already nearing its peak, and he only needs to take a medicinal bath once a month.
When Jiang Fei had nothing to do, he would lazily lean against a tree, drinking wine while watching him cultivate.
She was very satisfied with his talent, after all, it was related to her bloodline.
However, simply burying oneself in training is not as effective as hands-on practice.
After Lianjia learned the magic of the last elder of the gods, Jiang Fei began to have Lianjia "help the six realms" on her behalf.
Their first real-world sparring session was quite simple.
A giant python in the Demon Forest cultivated itself into a demon and devoured many lives from the realms of demons, monsters, and humans.
In the past, Jiang Fei would have disdained such trivial matters, but now it was a good opportunity to let Lian Jia practice.
At first, Lianjia had no experience and was defeated several times by the giant python, which was as tall as a mountain. However, he quickly recovered, defeated the python in one fell swoop, and took its inner core, refining it into the size of an ordinary python.
The "little monk" with a few strands of hair still had a compassionate heart and spared the giant python's life.
Jiang Fei, on the other hand, remained seated on a cloud in mid-air, drinking heavily the entire time.
That night, Lian Jia was visibly happy. He made a beaded necklace from the inner core of the Mountain-Swallowing Python and gave it to her.
Jiang Fei examined the beaded necklace for a moment, then teased, "Is this supposed to be a token of love?"
Lian Jia's eyes visibly widened in panic, but in the end, he didn't ask for the beaded necklace back.
Later, the Demon Lord slaughtered innocent demons, the West Sea spring dried up, triggering conflict in the human realm, and the immortal veins of Penglai Immortal Realm broke... Several major events occurred in the Six Realms, all of which Lian Jia used as practice for real battles.
With someone helping her shoulder the heavy responsibility of "restoring order to the six realms," Jiang Fei felt much more at ease.
Only once, a fallen god appeared in the divine realm. It was said that he loved to use living people from the lower realms as sacrifices to cultivate forbidden magic.
Jiang Fei considered it a trivial matter and sent Lian Jia alone.
When he returned, Lianjia had a deep, seal-like wound on his face. The wound was still bleeding, and the pure and delicate young beauty suddenly had a murderous aura and a touch of brilliance because of the blood.
Jiang Fei was very angry.
Lianjia had been injured before, but those injuries were mostly internal, which she couldn't see and didn't bother her.
Now, she had finally found a face she had never grown tired of looking at for so many years, and now it was injured like this.
Therefore, Jiang Fei immediately took Lian Jia to the God Realm.
But when they arrived in the realm of gods, they learned that the wound on Lianjia's face was not inflicted by the fallen god, but by the gods of the realm who wanted to curry favor with the new Heavenly Emperor of the Dragon Clan.
Jiang Fei glanced at the gods; most of them were gods from the upper realm, and all of them were more or less injured.
Jiang Fei felt somewhat satisfied.
The gods were able to inflict only one wound on Lianjia's face; the person she chose was indeed exceptionally gifted.
Looking at the rabble, Jiang Fei said to Lian Jia, "In the future, if you encounter a situation like this, remember to save your face... your life is more important!"
After saying that, she summoned several bolts of heavenly lightning, which struck down the thousands of years of cultivation of those gods. Looking at the lively scene, she asked Lian Jia, "Is it beautiful?"
Lianjia didn't speak, but just stared at her intently.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "Smile."
Lian Jia was still staring at her, something seemed to be churning in his eyes. After a while, he managed to force a smile.
Jiang Fei clapped his hands in satisfaction and headed home.
That night, she did not let Lian Jia take a medicinal bath, but instead pressed him down on the stone bed and carefully used her divine power to repair the wounds on Lian Jia's face.
While the wound was being treated, Lianjia kept a close eye on her.
He thought that if Jiang Fei were willing, no one in the Six Realms would be able to resist her allure.
But he...
"Brother Lianjia." A young girl once called him shyly.
The Father God said that she was his future wife.
His overly focused gaze pleased Jiang Fei, making her suddenly realize that he had grown up quite a bit. He still retained his youthful spirit, but had gained a more restrained elegance and a cold beauty that shone through his lowered eyes.
But... Jiang Fei frowned as she looked at his hair.
His hair grew very slowly.
“Cough…” Lian Jia coughed softly.
Jiang Fei snapped out of her daze, looking at Lian Jia's face, which had returned to normal, and his ears, which were flushed red. A playful thought suddenly arose in her mind, and she lazily leaned against him, saying, "Little monk, we've shared a bed for many years, why don't we just..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fei noticed Lian Jia's body tense up. His gaze fell on his shoulder, and then...
—For the first time since he removed his dragon horns, he unrestrainedly revealed his dragon tail.
The dragon's body, white as jade and radiating a deep blue divine light, swayed erratically beneath her. It had grown considerably larger than before, truly resembling the head of all things.
Jiang Fei reached out and touched the dragon's body. Lian Jia's dragon tail disappeared quickly. He stood up abruptly, paused, and then straightened the clothes that had fallen onto her arm.
Jiang Fei realized that she had just exposed half of her shoulder.
That night, for the first time in hundreds of years, Lenjah slept outside.
...
Jiang Fei has never liked owing people anything.
In the past, she enjoyed admiring beautiful women, but the beautiful women also borrowed the protective divine light from her to cultivate, which was quite fair.
However, this time, because she was demanding more from Lian Jia than usual—not only coveting his beauty but also his bloodline—she would not immediately continue the bloodline with him before fulfilling the conditions she had agreed to.
While Lianjia had already made a name for himself in the Six Realms, Jiang Fei investigated and found out the truth about the massacre of the Heavenly Emperor's lineage of the Divine Dragon Clan.
Jiang Fei found Lian Jia: "I have two things to tell you."
Lianjia was very calm.
"The one who harmed your father back then was Lord Yanghua."
Yang Hua Shenjun is also the new Heavenly Emperor of the Divine Dragon Clan, the elder brother of the Innate Emperor, and the uncle of Lian Jia.
Lianjia remained silent for only a moment before nodding.
He could actually guess the reason for this as early as when Yanghua Divine Lord ascended to the position of Heavenly Emperor.
Jiang Fei handed him a book containing details of the tragedy that occurred years ago.
“The second thing,” Jiang Fei continued, “is that you now have the power to take revenge, and I have helped you find your enemy. Now is the time for you to agree to my conditions.”
This time, Lianjia was clearly uneasy.
Jiang Fei laughed: "I told you, I would sever your destined marriage line so that I could use it for my own purposes."
Lian Jia looked down at her, and after a long while said, "Okay."
Jiang Fei placed one hand against his chest, and just before severing the thread of their marriage, she heard a sweet and lively voice call out, "Brother Lianjia."
The moment the sword was severed, Lianjia's soul was thrown into chaos by that address.
Jiang Fei used her divine power to stabilize his soul. At the same time, she also learned in his consciousness that the other end of his marriage line was originally a Phoenix Clan goddess named "Yun Yan".
Jiang Fei sighed inwardly. "Ungrateful wretch," she thought, but she wasn't angry. This relationship was just a mutually beneficial arrangement.
She simply said, "Once your hair has grown long enough, we will practice together."
After all, such an important matter as joint cultivation should naturally be done when the other person is at their most beautiful.
However, at night.
As the night rain, glowing with a bluish-purple light, fell upon the sacred mountain, Jiang Fei suddenly awoke from his dream.
Lianjia was not by her side.
When Jiang Fei found Lian Jia, he was leaning against an ancient tree that was tens of thousands of years old, holding a jar of wine and sipping it slowly.
Jiang Fei was surprised; this was the first time she had ever seen Lian Jia drink alcohol.
Although he left the Western Paradise, he has always adhered to the monastic rules for many years.
The next instant, Lian Jia pulled out a dagger. Just as Jiang Fei was wondering if he was about to commit suicide, he had already raised his hand and deftly cut off a section of his newly grown black hair. Jiang Fei's eyes instantly turned cold.
This time she was really angry.
It was one thing for him to be so distraught over that "Brother Lianjia"; it was another for him to drink alone to sever the thread of fate; but when she repeatedly asked him to grow his long hair so that she could better appreciate the beauty, he actually cut off his own hair in secret...
Lian Jia's magic is now quite advanced, and since Jiang Fei didn't try to hide it, Lian Jia saw her.
Jiang Fei glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned and left.
Lianjia remained frozen on the ancient tree.
Even after returning to the palace, Jiang Fei was still unable to calm down.
He simply sealed his consciousness and went out for a walk to clear his head.
This separation lasted for a full hundred days.
When Jiang Fei returned to the Holy Mountain, a hundred days had passed. As soon as he entered the palace, he picked up a jar of fine wine as usual.
At that moment, a surge of air flowed behind her, a flash of cold silver light appeared, and a divine sword pierced towards her back.
Jiang Fei flicked her sleeve to knock the divine sword away, but unexpectedly, a handsome man dressed in black with long hair tied up in a high bun attacked her heart, accompanied by the words: "It was you who severed my junior sister's marriage bond!"
This was the first time Jiang Fei had met Rong Li.
Although he wanted to kill her.
But he is sexy, handsome, and has a perfect physique.
Jiang Fei thought that since Lian Jia came to the Holy Mountain, he had not admired the beauties around him for a long time, nor had he drunk and made merry with them.
He immediately waved his hand to deflect Rong Li's attack, but unexpectedly, the force was too great, lifting Rong Li's outer robe and causing his inner garment to fall off, vaguely revealing his strong chest.
Rong Li froze.
Jiang Fei froze, but she reacted quickly and took the opportunity to freeze Rong Li in place, preparing to while away the long night with him.
However, just as she was about to analyze the "benefits" of spending a night by Rong Li's side, meeting Rong Li's resentful gaze, the palace door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Lian Jia stood at the door, looking tired and stiff.
At that moment, Jiang Fei's hand, still through the thin undergarment, remained on Rong Li's chest.
Very good, very powerful.
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