"Shu Yun is not yet married to you," the Demon Lord said calmly, his left hand clenching his fingers to hold the fan in his palm. "You are not qualified to call her your wife."
Xie Fu raised an eyebrow, didn't reply, and leaned back lazily in his chair, his posture unrefined, looking indifferent and disdainful.
The fan handle spun in the Demon Lord's hand, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy and tense.
After a long while, the Demon Lord withdrew his gaze from Xie Fu and said, "You are so different from your previous life. In your previous life, whether you were a mortal or a demon cultivator, you were not so restrained."
A mere mortal, still grappling with the mundane cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, constantly suppressed by the two nations of the North and South, can only hide behind the supreme god and receive his protection.
Compared to the ruthless Jiang Yan in his memory, this Jiang Yan in this life is really ugly.
Xie Fu chuckled, "Has anyone ever told you that you really talk a lot?"
The Demon Lord's expression turned cold.
Feng Ziyi warned, "If we fight in the mortal realm, we will both be punished."
"Punishment?" The Demon Lord smiled faintly, his body surrounded by black mist.
He is the ruler of the demon realm; who can punish him?
However, if they were to actually fight Feng Ziyi, the aftershocks of the spells would affect many mortals, disrupting the order of the human realm and potentially attracting the attention of the Heavenly Dao.
He suppressed his demonic energy and gave the person who remained seated in the chair one last look. "Jiang Yan, in the previous life I was not as good as you, but in this life it is not so. Everyone in the Three Realms looks down on Shu Yun. You are not the one who can stand by her side."
Xie Fu raised his eyes, his icy gaze meeting the Demon Lord's, neither willing to back down.
The Demon Lord glanced at Feng Ziyi, who remained tense, then turned and left.
He knew that the person in the god's heart was Jiang Yan, but people like them, who climbed to the top by stepping on their families, had their ego and love suppressed deep inside.
But once a seed takes root in one's heart, it spreads like wildfire, never ceasing.
He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of her a century ago, and he thought he would never have the chance to see her so closely again in his life.
He is already the ruler of the Demon Realm, and a top-tier being in the Three Realms. He is qualified to give it a try.
If the person standing next to Shu Yun now was Jiang Yan from his previous life, he would still hesitate. However, upon seeing Jiang Yan today, who is still a weak mortal, an uncontrollable competitive spirit arose in his heart.
Shu Yun was too dazzling, like an eternal sun, making people unable to resist chasing after her shadow, even knowing that they would be burned in the end, he couldn't bear to give up.
While caught up in the power struggles of the demon realm, he only had a few rare opportunities to hear news about Penglai. He had thought he had forgotten those memories, but when his spies brought back information about her, he easily unearthed them from the deepest recesses of his mind, and they were exceptionally clear.
He even remembered the orange-red clouds and dazzling golden light in the sky that day, and the fluttering crimson skirt of her dress as she danced.
Her beauty was indescribable.
The Demon Lord left decisively, but Feng Ziyi was uneasy. These demons had endless tricks up their sleeves, and he was afraid that he had revealed something that might have allowed the Demon Lord to secretly do something to Jiang Yan.
He had no choice but to reveal himself and asked, "Jiang Yan, you..."
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, "Young Master!"
"Something has happened in the capital!"
The Nine Heavens are filled with numerous palaces, each one exceptionally exquisite, resplendent in gold and jade, with wisps of clouds swirling around it—truly a fairyland.
Golden light pierced through the clouds, straight through the sky, and soared upwards.
Shu Yun pointed his sword at the main hall where the Jade Emperor was, and his vast divine power swept out without reservation. All the alarmed gods rushed over in fear.
The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother emerged from the main hall and stared in astonishment at Shu Yun standing atop auspicious clouds.
Shu Yun quickly found the face he saw in the Soul Search among the crowd closest to the Jade Emperor.
The Tai'a sword shimmered with light and divine power, and Shu Yun grasped the hilt in front of all the immortals.
A clear, snow-white sword light sliced through the air, heading straight for Zhu Ji's face.
Everyone was terrified, "Protect His Majesty the Jade Emperor!"
The Jade Emperor frowned, pushed aside the gods who rushed forward in a panic, and calmly stood at the very front.
There's no way Shu Yun would make a move against him.
The sword light grazed past everyone, and the chilling sword energy that overflowed was enough to cut wounds on the immortal closest to Zhu Ji.
Shu Yun held the Tai'a sword, and this all-out attack, imbued with immense divine power, was unmatched in the Three Realms.
Zhu Ji didn't even have time to summon his magical artifact before his physical body was annihilated by the sword energy.
That wasn't all. The crimson figure in mid-air had somehow appeared before the immortals. She stretched out her pale hand and grasped a soul in it. As the light flashed, Shu Yun's movements paused slightly.
With a slight exertion, she crushed that soul to pieces.
She forbade him to have an afterlife.
Shu Yun released her grip, and Tai'a sword flew from her hand, leaping into the air. Golden sword shadows filled the sky as it thrust straight down towards its target.
She spared none of those who were Zhu Ji's vassals and participated in plotting against Jiang Yan.
Her red dress billowed in the wind, her black hair was whipped around in the air, and a murderous intent filled her beautiful eyes.
Upon seeing her appearance, Si Ming was terrified and quickly stepped forward, "Your Highness..."
Someone rushed ahead of him to Shu Yun's side.
Pei Ju braved the strong wind and arrived in front of Shu Yun, his handsome face full of worry, "Shu Yun..."
Even though he had tried his best to mobilize all the immortal power in his body, he still could not resist the raging gale.
The Nine Heavens were in complete disarray, with golden light darting about and occasionally flashes of white light from the immortals.
Each time the golden light fell, Pei Ju could hear the screams of those immortals.
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