Chapter 296 Panic in the Three Realms
He lowered his eyelashes to hide the emotions surging in his eyes.
There seemed to be something stuck in my throat, and even breathing became difficult.
Twenty years.
He thought that time would allow her to let down her guard, and that sincerity would eventually melt the ice.
But it turned out that in her eyes, he was always that untrustworthy demon cultivator, and even the things he gave away were filthy.
The jade hairpin gradually tightened in his palm, but it did not break as he had imagined.
He just silently retracted his fingers and put it back into the brocade box, moving so gently as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
"...I didn't think it through."
He whispered, his voice hoarse but still with a hint of restrained tenderness, "Next time, I'll pick something you like."
(Zanzi: After all, I took on everything...)
When Gao Huohuo saw the flash of pain in Zhong Hanshang's eyes, he suddenly felt like being pricked by a needle in his heart.
Only then did she realize that her words seemed to be too extreme.
But when she woke up, she was instinctively alert to the unfamiliar environment, and she subconsciously blamed all the faults on Zhong Hanshang.
"I..." She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to start.
In the end, she could only turn around and rush out of the courtyard, with her clothes fluttering and bringing down a few pear blossoms in the corner of the courtyard.
After returning to his own barrier, Gao Huohuo forced himself to practice.
But whenever he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, the image of Zhong Hanshang's slightly trembling fingers as he bent down to pick up the hairpin would always appear in front of his eyes.
During one of her exercises, her spiritual energy suddenly flowed backwards through her meridians, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. She was forced to stop practicing.
“Damn it!”
She wiped the blood from her lips and began to refine the spiritual power beads.
In order to distract herself, she simply highlighted the names of all the contacts in the system.
Time passed quietly within the formation, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed.
But in just three days, the outside world has been turned upside down.
The first to discover the anomaly were a small sect of the human race.
In the early morning, the disciples who were patrolling the mountains were horrified to find that their fellow disciples who were drinking and chatting happily last night had now turned into white-haired corpses.
The news spread like wildfire. Similar incidents occurred among humans, demons, and monsters one after another.
Those with advanced cultivation can still keep their lives, but their foundation has been damaged; those with shallow cultivation often cannot survive a night.
The price of spiritual beads in the market has been rising three times a day, but there is still no demand for them.
Chen Wanzhen, the Saintess of Liuli Sect, was not spared either.
She looked at her rapidly aging face in the bronze mirror and crushed the jade comb in her hand with trembling hands.
After exhausting her stock of elixirs to no avail, she had no choice but to humble herself and seek help from Qingyun Sect.
When the elder of Qingyun Sect handed her the spiritual power bead he had just purchased from Yingyue Sect, he said meaningfully:
"The favor that the Saint Lady showed to my Qingyun Sect that day has been wiped out."
Who would have thought that after Chen Wanzhen recovered, she would spread the news widely, claiming that this was the life-saving item that Zhong Hanshang had specially requested for her.
For a time, the rumors about the "genius Taoist couple" that had been dormant for many years became popular again.
The owner of a bookstore keenly sensed a business opportunity and summoned storytellers overnight to embellish this past event.
When the novel of "The Immortal Lord and the Saint Lady: Three Lives, Three Worlds, Unending Love" was released, the monks queuing up to buy it stretched from the beginning to the end of the street.
On Gao Huohuo's side, on the day when the 20th day came, everyone from the Shadow Moon Sect came early to wait outside the formation.
Lou Chongxiao held the script he had just snatched in his arms and looked into the barrier excitedly.
"Junior Sister!" When Gao Huohuo's figure appeared, Lou Chongxiao was the first to rush forward.
"You've actually reached the late Mahayana stage? This formation is truly powerful!"
He handed over the storybook like a treasure and said, "Take a look at this. It's very popular now."
Gao Huohuo took the beautifully bound booklet and paused slightly on the gold-embossed title with his fingertips.
As the pages turned, her eyes gradually became colder.
The book depicts the "love story" of Zhong Hanshang and Chen Wanzhen in a lingering and sad way, and even fabricates many things that do not exist at all.
Gao Huohuo cursed in his heart: What the hell is this? Who wrote this kind of shit?
"It's well written and the story is wonderful." Her knuckles were white when she closed the book.
The figure as he turned and left was as straight as a pine tree, and only the slightly trembling hands in the sleeves revealed his emotions.
Everyone from the Shadow Moon Sect looked at each other and cast meaningful glances at Zhong Hanshang.
It was not until Lou Chongxiao stuffed the storybook into his hands that Zhong Hanshang suddenly realized.
"This..." He quickly flipped through the absurd content, feeling both angry and amused.
But when he thought about Gao Huohuo's reaction just now, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly started beating violently - was she jealous of him?
When everyone flew back to the Shadow Moon Sect on their swords, the ancient pines in front of the mountain gate were still as green as before.
Gao Huohuo stopped and stared. More than sixty years was just a blink of an eye in the world of immortal cultivation, but to her it seemed like a lifetime ago.
The mountain breeze blew across my cheeks, carrying the familiar fragrance of spiritual herbs, and those deeply buried memories seemed to be about to break out of the ground.
"Master, Elder Hu."
She saw two figures coming towards her from afar and couldn't help but call out.
The handsome man in white must be the sect leader Shen Cangxuan mentioned by Lou Chongxiao.
The unprepossessing cultivator next to him was actually Elder Hu, who was in charge of the sect's affairs.
If she hadn't known about this contrast in advance, she would have admitted her mistake.
Shen Cangxuan looked at the dignified and steady Gao Huohuo in front of him and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
The little apprentice in my memory who always loved to make jokes now has a cold and distant look between his brows.
"Just come back safely."
He patted her shoulder gently, and the warmth from his palm made Gao Huohuo's nose inexplicably sore.
"Master! Junior Sister is back today, should we start hot pot and barbecue?"
Lou Chongxiao waved his arms excitedly, prompting all the disciples to join in.
Only Gao Huohuo and Zhong Hanshang's expressions changed slightly when they heard the word "hot pot".
One remembered the warmth of the palm against the other's chest, the other remembered the fragments of the jade hairpin scattered on the ground.
As soon as the banquet began, a dark shadow came uninvited.
"Huohuo, you guys are so mean."
Ying squeezed in next to Gao Huohuo, but was quickly dragged over by Zhong Hanshang.
"I bring you things every day, and when you have something delicious you don't even call me?"
Zhong Hanshang quickly stuffed a piece of barbecue into his mouth, but his ears turned red.
Chen Cangxuan observed his young disciple and Zhong Hanshang sitting at opposite ends of the table calmly.
There seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two of them, and even the air seemed to be stagnant.
He sighed secretly: It seems that these thirty years have not been able to melt the wall of my heart.
"Huo Huo, do you know that there's been chaos in the demon world lately?" Ying said as he devoured his meal.
"The Demon King's cultivation has plummeted to the early stage of Mahayana. Now all the demon tribes are ready to make a move."
Gao Huohuo's hand that was picking up the food paused slightly.
The early stage of Mahayana... is exactly the realm she can handle now.
But when she thought of those spiritual power beads that were in short supply, she hesitated again - a living Demon King was much more valuable than a dead one.
Shen Cangxuan took over the conversation: "The human race has also had a similar situation recently."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.
"What?" Ying was so shocked that he dropped his chopsticks. "I thought only the demons and our demons would be in trouble!"
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