Chapter 24 Chapter 24 "Your earlobes are red again, what are you thinking about...
"ah--!!!"
Just after threatening the consequences of betrayal, Jiu Zhao tasted it first.
She screamed, her body leaning back uncontrollably.
The strong wind lingering near the Changshengtai is strange. No matter how high the cultivation level of the immortals is, once they enter it, they will become mortals who cannot use their power.
With all his immortal power sealed, Jiu Zhao's hands were flailing around, and he grabbed onto Lan Qi's sleeve out of his survival instinct.
Her scream was cut off by the howling wind. She opened her mouth with great effort to breathe, too frightened to make a sound.
Only she and Lan Qi were left in the Changsheng Terrace. Was her life as a goddess going to end here?
Immortality, immortality, it has really become a prophecy!
Lan Qi could not sense the despair in Jiu Zhao's heart. His gaze slowly swept over the hand on his sleeve that was clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white, as if grasping a life-saving straw. When his gaze fixed on Jiu Zhao's face, a trace of creepy tenderness was revealed in his eyes.
"Zhao Zhao, don't be afraid."
He smiled gently, his pleasant voice coaxing a child. "The pain of the gale will soon pass. I won't leave you alone."
After he finished speaking, he used his fingers as a blade and cut off Jiu Zhao's last hope of survival.
"Lan Qi, don't—"
Jiu Zhao clutched the shredded sleeve and fell into the violent gale.
It was as if a real airflow turned into a sharp blade, cutting from all directions, and Jiu Zhao's gorgeous clothes were soon wiped off.
She had never been punished by thunder, and her strong phoenix body could still withstand some of it.
But as she fell faster and faster, the strong wind chased her, and the attack became more and more fierce like a flock of bloodthirsty vultures.
The first streak of blood appeared beneath her eyelid.
The bright red blood dissipated into the wind and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The attack is inflicted on the surface of the body, and the pain goes straight through the skin and deep into the bone marrow and soul.
Jiu Zhao wanted to curl up her body, but her hands and feet were torn by the storm, forcing her to spread her limbs wide, and her whole body was suffering from pain.
Every bone ached, and they opened their mouths and let out a silent wail.
Trembling and squeezing, it was about to penetrate the flesh and pierce the bone.
She could hardly bear it any longer.
But from the boundless chaos in my mind, a flash of inspiration and doubt emerged.
The power of the gale...when did it become so incredible?
In the past, whether they were being punished or sent down to earth for training, immortals had to pass through the Changsheng Platform. Even though the strong wind had the power to shatter spiritual bones, it was impossible to directly take the life of an immortal who had not been punished by thunder.
While he was thinking, there was a snap, and the forearm that was stretched to the extreme broke, and the severe pain once again clouded Jiu Zhao's reason.
No, I can't think any further—
She realized that she was about to die, and the air flow quickly dried up the hot tears that were flowing out, turning them into sticky salt that attached to the corners of her wet and red eyes.
Just as his consciousness was about to completely fade away, at the end of his vision, Jiu Zhao suddenly saw another figure falling from the Changsheng Platform.
She thought it was Lan Qi who had promised to commit suicide for love.
I tried to open my eyes wide, but the endless tears made the whole world blurry.
The figure quickly descended to her side, then miraculously floated over and held her in his arms.
With the other person's tall and broad arms as a shield, most of the strong wind did not blow on her.
Jiu Zhao felt better then.
But she had just suffered betrayal from Lan Qi, so how could she possibly accept his small favors at this time?
"Get out of here...
"Even if I die, I would rather die with you..."
She used her remaining left hand to push the other person's chest, but a voice completely different from Lan Qi's rang in her ears:
"Jiu Zhao, take a look at who I am."
…
The fragrance of the mind-capturing flower dissipated.
The rapidly declining spiritual consciousness fell back into the world.
Jiu Zhao groaned, held his forehead, and used the study table as support to avoid falling down completely.
The sun is warm and the breeze is gentle.
The present is peaceful and tranquil, so where would the deadly gale come from?
This time at least he was alive in the end, which was better than last time, and Jiu Zhao's recovery speed was also much faster.
She scanned her surroundings with difficulty and suddenly saw another unconscious figure lying on the long table.
There was a small pool of blood next to the hem of the lower half of the figure's clothes.
"Fu, Fu Xu?!"
Jiu Zhao staggered over, lifted the young man's upper body and put him in his arms.
His brows, which usually showed no emotion, were now tightly furrowed. Fuxu half-opened his eyes, and the blood flowing from his abdomen soaked his black robe.
"You were the last person in the illusion just now, right?"
The sight of him breathing so weakly was truly distressing. Jiu Zhao was so anxious that he was incoherent. He quickly injected his immortal energy into his spiritual platform, "Why are you so foolish? Anyway, there are not many Thought-Capturing Flowers. Even if I die, it won't affect the present world. A night's rest will surely heal me—"
"My injury is not serious."
Fu Xu's voice was intermittent, "Your Highness has just emerged from the illusion, and your mind is still unstable. Don't use your immortal power so recklessly."
Not knowing why he was so stubborn, Jiu Zhao ordered him to shut up and said angrily, "Be careful or I'll kiss you again!"
As expected, Fu Xu kept his lips tightly closed, as if facing a powerful enemy.
With the influx of pure immortal power, his complexion, as pale as gold paper, slowly recovered and the torn wound stopped bleeding.
He leaned his head against Jiu Zhao's shoulder, holding Jiu Zhao's fingertips that were about to release the spell again: "Your Highness, don't waste your energy...I am no longer in pain."
"Really?
"You have endured most of the pain of the strong wind scraping bones and cutting flesh for me. Remember not to be stubborn."
Jiu Zhao understood his personality, but his expression was still suspicious.
Fu Xu explained in a low voice: "I have fought on the battlefield for many years and have endured life and death. My pain tolerance is much better than that of a god. Your Highness, there is no need to worry."
Jiu Zhao did not hide the doubt on his face. He held his shoulders and turned him over and over, looking at him for a long time before gradually calming down the surging immortal power.
In the blink of an eye, she thought of another important matter: "What about the wound on your abdomen? How is it? Let me take a look."
Fuxu reflexively grabbed Xuanyi's belt: "Your Highness, it's really not necessary."
"Your ears are red again. What are you thinking about?"
Jiu Zhao frowned meaningfully, "I never realized that Fuxu God has such a thoughtful and thoughtful personality—"
A joke eased the initial anxious atmosphere.
Fuxu's eyelashes twitched, and his ears turned redder. "...I can handle such trivial matters as inspecting the wound myself."
"You can do it, but I see you are so weak that you can't even straighten your back."
Jiu Zhao wouldn't let him refuse, so he used two fingers to pinch Fu Xu's sensitive lower back.
Fuxu immediately groaned, and his tense body collapsed, and now he really became like a "big bird relying on its mother".
"You always hope that I can change my personality. I feel the same way. You really should change your awkward personality."
The injury was serious, and Jiu Zhao didn't want to get entangled with him.
The divine whip suddenly appeared in the blind spot of Yu Fuxu's vision, and according to Jiuzhao's thoughts, it shrank into a thin soft rope, tying Fuxu's hands behind his back.
This trick again!
Fu Xu's thin waist was half bent, and now that the seal was lifted, he struggled with a mixture of shame and embarrassment.
Jiu Zhao simply summoned a talisman and stuck it on his forehead with a snap.
"Now you should be honest."
She was stared at by Fu Xu with a half-staring look in his eyes, and a dimple appeared on her lips.
“…”
After resisting to no avail, Fuxu managed to utter, "...Your Highness, please at least close the doors and windows of the training room."
"The Immortal Lord Wang Jin, who returned from his mortal life after experiencing tribulations, brought me several folk storybooks. I often read the term 'virgin' and imagined what it would look like—unexpectedly, the Supreme God Fuxu portrayed it so vividly."
Afraid that Fuxu was not ashamed enough to die, Jiuzhao waved his hands to close the doors and windows, and smiled and joked.
She felt the murderous gaze from the other party, and quickly untied her belt and lifted up her inner shirt.
The lower abdomen where he had injured himself in the past was still wrapped with a silk ribbon. The bloodstains were not visible on the black clothes, but they were shocking when they fell on the silk ribbon.
The situation was much worse than he had imagined. Jiu Zhao finally understood what the medical officer meant when he advised Fu Xu not to use his divine power.
"It's like this, and you're still stopping me from watching."
Jiu Zhao glared at him, covered his hand around the wound to add a layer of magic to block the pain, and then began to peel it off manually.
However, my good intentions, out of fear of adding to his pain, suddenly turned into a subtle torture when my hand touched his abdominal skin.
Because of the Phoenix's true blood, Jiu Zhao's body temperature was naturally higher than others. She rubbed the skin around the wound with her tender fingertips, pressing it from time to time to check the new growth of the skin and flesh - the pain was gone, and only the itch remained.
His mind was already filled with fantasies, and Fuxu didn't want to do anything more inappropriate.
He clenched his bound hands into fists and recalled all the battlefield crises he had experienced in his life, just to distract himself.
“!”
The hard-edged nails accidentally scratched the new skin, and the well-defined abdominal muscles suddenly became hard.
"Ah, but did I hurt you?"
Jiu Zhao was confused and looked up at Fu Xu nervously.
"No, it doesn't hurt."
The first method of making himself withdraw his spirit failed, so Fuxu had to look for another way.
He pondered for a moment and asked, "Did what Lan Qi said to His Highness in the illusion really happen?"
Jiu Zhao nodded slightly, his long-forgotten memories returning to him, a hint of guilt lingering in his heart. "...I didn't realize he had any thoughts of betraying Sanqingtian back then. I just thought he was frightened by the punishment, which gave rise to so many inexplicable feelings."
She was evasive in her words.
In the final analysis, it was really embarrassing to fall into trouble with Lan Qi because of falling in love.
Fu Xu was unrelenting, "Your Highness values friendship and loyalty, and always protects those who are your own. I know this. But from now on, Your Highness, please remember that you are the crown prince, the future Divine Emperor of Sanqing Heaven. Everything you do must prioritize the safety of Sanqing Heaven."
When the truth was exposed, Jiu Zhao felt a moment of shame and regret in his heart. His face darkened and he showed signs of displeasure.
But her fingertips were stained with blood from Fuxu's wounds, which had been broken in his defense. She cast a spell to erase the blood, her expression withering. "You don't need to remind me. I understand that this is a mistake I made because I shielded and condoned him. I'm not trying to escape. You can tell Father God about the things I've concealed... Everyone has their own actions and responsibilities. No matter what punishment Father God imposes, I won't complain."
Fu Xu lowered his eyes and said nothing.
It seemed like he was listening, but also like he wasn't.
The choice is in his hands, and he does not need to continue to question the result. He just needs to wait for the sound of heaven.
Jiu Zhao suppressed his turbulent emotions and this time found a positive topic: "You said last time that the weaknesses of the inner demon illusion often lurk in the details. This time, I really found something different from my past memories!"
Fu Xu's eyebrows moved: "Why?"
Jiu Zhao said sternly, "The strong winds beneath the Changsheng Stage cannot kill uninjured immortals. When I was pushed down by Lan Qi in the illusion, I felt that they wanted to kill me and were able to kill me. This contradicts the reality in my memory."
Fuxu showed no surprise, and his calm face showed a hint of appreciation.
Jiu Zhao only then realized that he had already sensed something was wrong during the short period of time when he followed her into the fall.
This is the gap between the upper gods and the lower immortals.
Fu Xu confirmed her findings and explained the key to breaking the impasse. "Your Highness is correct. The irrational wind is precisely the weakness of this low-level demonic illusion. As long as you remember this and remain resolute in your thoughts, the illusion's deception will be immediately dispelled. Your Highness can then use your immortal power to tear through the wind and break free."
Jiu Zhao suddenly understood: "So that's how it is. No wonder the moment I thought of this, the strong wind suddenly intensified its attack and broke one of my arms - it was to cover up my weakness."
As she thought about it, she realized something else was wrong.
But this abnormality does not come from the inner demon illusion.
"You can use immortal power in the illusion, and you've discovered its weakness. Why did you endure the pain for me instead of just breaking through and taking me out?"
Fuxu's eyes shifted slightly, and he looked at the wall behind Jiuzhao, as if considering whether to remain silent.
Jiu Zhao immediately reminded him: "You are not allowed to remain silent, and you are not allowed to say one thing and mean another. You promised me that you would change."
After a moment's silence, Fuxu finally spoke, "This is the perfect time to comprehend the illusion. As Your Highness said, the pain is only a mask and cannot take my life... The opportunity of the trial is precious. I wish to protect Your Highness and give him more time to discover and comprehend it."
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