My Darling Sick Beauty

The Devil Realm's one day trip

They were beneath the River of the Dead.

The transparent boundary spell not only blocked the wandering evil spirits from coming in, but also blocked all contact with the outside world. The dark black River of Dead above their heads was the best kind of barrier.

The Lord of the Netherworld has been locked under the River for thousands of years, and for a long time, almost everyone from all walks of life had almost completely forgotten there was such a person. Only the long-established sects like the Four Great Immortals Sects, or the divine beasts who were reborn like the Zhenjuns of the Demon Race, would know about the situation in the Netherworld.

Jiang Zheliu’s health had not been very good these days, and he could hardly maintain his peace of mind. He raised his hand to touch the resurrection stone hanging around his neck. 

 

It was cold to the touch.

He clenched the pendant tightly, stabilized his mind, and looked into the distance.

Countless ghosts and spirits wandered outside the barrier. If there were only Ah-Chu and Chang Qian to rely on when this barrier was taken down, they would all be torn to pieces immediately.

And behind him, there is a worrying thing.

Although Zhu Wuxin had been slapped in the face by him, he was not angry at all. To a certain extent, he was secretly excited by Jiang Zheliu’s reaction.

“Shixiong.” Zhu Wuxin said, “Don’t think about that devil anymore, can you just stay with me? I was wrong before, but I will take good care of you from now on.”

His thoughts wandered to the other extreme.

——Will the shixiong belong to me as long as I kill them all?

Zhu Wuxin didn’t say it out loud, but instead gently grabbed his sleeve, “Shixiong, you can beat and scold me, but don’t ignore me.”

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened again, sighed, and said, “I’m finding it hard to understand, what the hell are you thinking.”

Zhu Wuxin stared blankly for a moment, but refused to let go of his sleeve. Rationality had long been destroyed by the Five Power Passion Pill, all that was left in his mind were messy and indescribable thoughts. There were things that he wanted to slowly explain to shixiong, and slowly let shixiong process and understand him, but when he looked at Jiang Zheliu, he felt that gradual and orderly progress would be far too torturous.

“Shixiong.” Zhu Wuxin walked to him, staring at his cold snow-white long hair from the side. He raised his hand and picked one of the white hairs between his fingers, “I really can’t wait that long. I know that in fact, you still… still remember before….”

He seemed to want to call his gege, but looking at the other’s indifferent face, he didn’t say it out loud, but instead took a few sidesteps around to stand in front of him.

“Shixiong…can you tell me what is so good about Wenren Ye?”

Jiang Zheliu looked at him silently, before speaking for a while: “Do you love me?”

Zhu Wuxin was stunned, and nodded in a daze, then leaned in to try to hold his hand: “Shixiong. Since you want to retire, then I will definitely protect you….”

“Zhu Wuxin.”

Jiang Zheliu rarely called him by his full name.

“What the hell is wrong with you.”

Jiang Zheliu retracted his hand and stared at him blankly: “Young and wilful I can understand. Jealous and envious I can also understand. But why would you do such a thing?”

“Secretly working with the Netherworld, attacking and killing the Vermilion Bird, trapping me in the cage at the bottom of the river. Using such demonic practices such as the ghostly possession technique, unleashing unpredictable harm.” Jiang Zheliu’s words paused, “If you hadn’t told me all of this, I must suspect that you had been possessed by the wandering soul, are you really my shidi?”

Zhu Wuxin was speechless.

“You say you love me.” Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, “but you make me so…”

Jiang Zheliu didn’t say any more, he took a light breath, swallowed all the words back, and walked to the edge of the barrier, reaching out and touching the transparent barrier.

The ink-coloured bracelet on his wrist touched the barrier, lit up layer by layer, the devilish script glowed brightly, but then fell silent.

Above them it was the River of the dead, it was normal that no news could pass through.

Although this was expected by Jiang Zheliu, he was still a little disappointed.

“It’s useless.” Zhu Wuxin stayed behind him, his voice changed little by little, and it seemed to be much lower. “You can’t get out.”

Jiang Zheliu paused, then turned his eyes to look at him for a long while, and said, “… Ghost Lord He.”

A smile cracked on this familiar face.

“This b*stard hurts you a lot.” He Sorshi stretched out his hand, looked at the ghost mark on the palm of his hand, and then stretched lazily as if he had just woken up. “Qianbei, it was really hard for me to come out, can’t you be a little more inviting?”

Many years ago, when Jiang Zheliu rescued Jin Yujie, the overwhelming sword light had almost broken one of the chains that bound him. That one event at that time had been stuck on He Sorshi’s mind for a long time.

In fact, he was not very comfortable with Zhu Wuxin’s body. Under normal circumstances, if a ghost wanted to possess a body, it required the consent of the body’s owner. Just now, Zhu Wuxin’s mind was shaken so much that he was caught off guard by this fluctuation. Waking up from his slumber, he opened his eyes and saw the back of a snow-white silhouette.

This little bastard seemed to shirk away easily. The last time He Sorshi had woken up in his body, it was to kill the bird in the Wan Ling Palace, he had never been woken up so readily before. He raised his hand and yawned sleepily, and walked to Jiang Zheliu’s side step by step. Suddenly he noticed something interesting, and he leaned closer to Jiang Zheliu’s shoulder and sniffed.

…… So fragrant.

What was that…..

To a certain extent, the Netherworld was the closest place to natural law, as it was the place where all the departed souls who had returned to Heaven and Earth are accumulated. Reincarnation of these spirits was an extremely important part of the natural order. And these ghost cultivators had no actual body, they felt with their mind, so they are more sensitive to things that others who have a solid form or body.

This scent was just too much, and the energy circulating around the other’s body also carried the wonderful fragrance of the Heavenly Spirit Body.

Jiang Zheliu took a half step back.

He looked at Zhu Wuxin’s face showing a completely different look from his shidi, his slightly childish eyes slowly turned into an iron gray colour.

“You…” He Sorshi’s words stopped for a while, and a smile appeared, “No wonder this little bastard loves you.”

He did not give Jiang Zheliu a chance to speak.

The Nether Realm was lacking in everything, but there was no lack of chains.

Ah-Chu had been trembling in fear the entire day, and then he saw as Zhu Wuxin, that son of a b*tch forcibly embrace his shenxian gege, and then directly jump up onto the carriage, ignoring the two little demons in the carriage, and pushed Jiang Zheliu directly onto the bed, the chains clicked and then were locked tightly.

Jiang Zheliu was anxious, coughing for a long time with his head down, his mind buzzing, and he could hardly hear the noise outside. His hand was fastened to the bedpost by a cold chain, and he could only pull it a short distance.

He Sorshi was sitting in front of him, listening to him coughing. He poured a cup of tea casually: “Don’t move about too much, this kid has sacrificed a lot for you.”

He held the tea in front of Jiang Zheliu and continued: “He doesn’t even have the cruel heart to make you lose one hair on your head, he even let me out, you should just settle and accept this kid.”

Jiang Zheliu vaguely heard his last words. He lay on the bed and coughed, his lips were stained with bright red blood, his whole body was shaking, his wrists trembled fiercely, making the chain slammed into himself.

He Sorshi thought he was going to take the tea and passed it over to him, but it was knocked out of his hand.

The teacup shattered on the ground, cracking into pieces.

The other party’s iron-gray eyes turned to Jiang Zheliu’s body, staring at him with a profoundly cold gaze for a while. He leaned down, raised his hand and pushed Jiang Zheliu’s thin shoulders, his gaze stayed on his closed eyes, watching the pair of trembling eyelashes.

“Jiang Zheliu.” He Sorshi lowered his head and took a deep breath between his neck, “It’s such a pity, if I hit you, this little b*stard will definitely fight me hard.”

He just wanted to get away from under the River of the Dead. There was no need for him to waste this opportunity that had been so difficult to obtain. As long as he could get out of there, he would have a chance for everything in the future.

He just stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the bright red blood on the other’s lips.

“How did you become like this?” He Sorshi held his chin and looked at him with a smile, “I remember you were amazing back then. If you had made a few more swipes of the sword, you could have released me.”

Because he had been dragged along just now, Jiang Zheliu felt as if his body had been crushed all over. It took him a long time to relax and glance up at the other.

This is old b*stard.

Jiang Zheliu breathed out slowly, there was only blood in his throat.

“…Get lost.”

He Sorshi smiled, not angry, as if he was still sleepy, he sat beside him supporting his jaw with his hand and closing his eyes.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at Ah-Chu and Chang Qian beside them, and shook his head at them, signaling that they should not act rashly. He then reluctantly got up, retreated to the inside of the bed, leaned on the inside of the carriage, and reached out to hold the pendant hanging around his neck.

If it weren’t for this, he would already be dead several times over.

Jiang Zheliu rubbed the resurrection stone, moved his eyes downward, and stopped upon the Ling Xiao sword held by the other.

At no other time did he clearly feel the pain of not being able to lift that sword anymore, nor at any other moment did he realise so clearly that there was still something he was unwilling to let go of, and that he actually wanted to live.

He had someone that he wanted to live for.

————

*Boom* ——

The violent vibration came to pass, and a figure was thrown away by more than ten feet1, and smashed into the thick wall, making a crisp sound of bones cracking.

Blood was flowing in all directions.

Black cold thunderclouds rolled in the sky. The strong devilish energy enveloped the entire Wan Ling Palace, making many demons shocked and then slinking back in fire.

Qing Lin climbed up from the dust and the cracked wall, she raised her head and faced the pitch-black knife, the cold blade of the other almost touched the tip of her nose, and the devilish energy was slightly oozing with an odour of faint blood.

Her pupils gradually shrunk, she scanned the surroundings looking up and down, and then looked at Wenren Ye, who was exuding a savage and violent aura in front of her. Wenren Ye’s bone armour and cloak were dripping with bleed, he seemed to have just been in a fierce battle. At this moment, his terrifying aura was getting stronger and stronger. The suppression of her cultivation realm was almost overwhelming, almost crushing her skull, and his thick killing intent was over-bearing.

Qing Lin gritted her teeth and said: “I said, he is not here. He left last night.”

Wenren Ye did not speak.

Although he didn’t say a word, the devilish energy on his body was so full of killing intent, that even those who were not being targeted would have been frightened, let alone Qing Lin at this moment.

Half of his devil’s face was covered by bone armour, and it was dripping with fresh blood. The place where his right eye should be was replaced by a deep purple gem, he had revealed his devilish form partially. The bones covered by the bone armour produced sharp bone spurs, that shined with cold light.

The energy of the ink bracelet was broken here.

He wasn’t sure what was blocking the energy. Multiple enchantments, special items, or complicated formations? Or even the Wan Ling Palace in front of his eyes.

Wan Ling Palace was a heritage of the demon race, and it could shield many magical devices that are used to communicate such as the ink bracelet.

Matters involving Jiang Zheliu’s safety could almost destroy his sanity in an instant. Wenren Ye’s state was extremely odd, his ability to think independently was almost about to shatter, endless tyranny and anger occupied his mind, the knife in his hand was only an inch away from piercing the woman’s heart in front of him, and he would use her blood to stabilise his himself for the time being.

Above Wan Ling Palace, the sky was dark and gloomy.

As soon as the blade touched the scales on her chest, another streak of light crashed into the Devil Realm and slammed into the blade of the black long blade, causing the blade tip to only pierce Qing Lin’s shoulder, and cutting off a few dragon scales, but it did not cause serious injuries.

The streak of light dissipated, and Shi Binghen knelt on the ground, his arm nearly cut in half when he hit the blade. He raised his head and glanced at his Devil Lord, decided in his head to intervene, and then he rushed forward, hugging onto Wenren Ye’s thigh and shouted: “Devil Lord, you can’t kill her! Where can we find the Devil Queen if you do!”

The two words “Devil Queen” seemed to have worked. Wenren Ye’s gloomy purple eyes flickered for a moment, his blade pierced into the floor. The entire hall of Wan Ling Palace was cracked by the energy from the knife, creating dense cracks across the floor and walls.

Shi Binghen’s thumping little heart seemed to relax a little bit, and then he saw sharp thorns begin to grow on the bone wings of his Devil Lord. His heart raced again, and he held Wenren Ye’s thigh tightly through the other’s robe: “Devil Lord! If you want to speak to her, then speak to her!!

Don’t let your original form come out!! Jiang Xianzun will be afraid!!!”

The last sentence worked.

The sound of bone growths stopped, and there was silence everywhere.

Afterwards, the remaining seven or eight streaks of light also came from the Devil Realm and landed one by one in Wan Ling Palace. They all maintained a partial Devil form, and stopped behind Wen Renye, a room full of grotesquely shaped monsters and devils, it didn’t look like they were coming to find someone, but more like coming to kill someone.

This group of great devils looked at their Devil Lord in front of them, then looked at each other a few times, all of them couldn’t understand what to do now, each one more confused than the other.

As Wenren Ye’s right-hand man, Shi Binghen still had some brains. He tentatively let go of his thigh, slowly got up, and stretched out his arms and shook them in front of the lord’s dark purple eyes, and said, “Maybe this was not the work of the Azure Dragon Zhenjun. I saw outside when I just came here that the red flags were flying, meaning the death of the Vermilion Zhenjun… Of course, he was certainly not killed by you, so at this time, there is no need for the demons to mess about!”

Wenren Ye turned his head slowly and stared at Shi Binghen.

The great devil dressed in red swallowed, a quick thinker on his feet, and he quickly added: “What if some terrible great monster used some weird way to steal him from the demon realm? Perhaps, they had done this to incite conflict between us and the Demon Realm, and even better if we accidentally ended up killing the Azure Dragon Zhenjun…”

The more he talked, the more nonsense he came out with, and the more nonsense he spoke, the more smooth he got: “Yes that’s right, Azure Dragon Zhenjun is a good friend of our Devil Queen. If she dies, our Devil Queen will definitely not forgive you. Devil Lord, we should search elsewhere!”

Wenren Ye looked at him coldly: “Where?”

When Shi Binghen got stuck, he knew that all the royal family had this virtue. When they got angry, they would lose their heads and become aggressive, like a furious lion, but the truth was that they were too capable of fighting, the danger they exuded was second only to the rupture of the boundary membrane.

“For example, for example… uh, well, Jiang Xianzun has an ink bracelet to protect his body, and ordinary people can’t get close to him, don’t worry…”

He really couldn’t think of anything else, and then he felt a chill behind his back, and a blood-stained hand pressed his shoulder.

Shi Binghen was shocked when heard Qing Lin’s voice behind him.

”I originally thought it was you who killed Lie Zhen.”

Qing Lin got up by pressing down on the shoulders of the great devil dressed in red, she turned her head and vomited a mouthful of blood, her throat was so soaked in blood that it was rendering her speechless: “But when Zheliu came, he said that the pure flame peal was stained with the smell of the River of the Dead.”

Azure Dragon Zhenjun’s head had revealed two dragon horns, her jade green eyes looked at him: “He only came to prove your innocence.””

Wenren Ye held the long black knife, his fingers were clenched so tightly they became white, and the sound of bone growths was heard, and his emotions were almost at their peak.

She raised her hand and wiped the blood between her lips, the scales on her shoulders were stained with blood, but the dragon didn’t seem to care. Instead, she said: “Under the River of the Dead, there lies He Sorshi, the Lord of the Netherworld, he is a very old ghost, and only one step away from Merging2. It is said that his Dao seed was taken away by another, and that person locked the mind of that old ghost with giant chains… We believe that someone has colluded with the Netherworld and killed the Vermilion Bird through ghostly practices.”

“I suspect,” Qing Lin said while looking at him, “their target is not only Lie Zhen, but maybe, even Zheliu.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Let’s go to the Netherworld to see!” Shi Binghen quickly mediated, “Actually, I’ve seen it on the Zongsi Terrace, the River of the Dead can also block the transmission of many treasures, we…”

Before he finished speaking, he saw his Devil Lord in front of him withdraw his black knife and turn around, still carrying the terrifying aura of the ultimate boss, fiercely employing the method of teleportation, and gradually disappearing before their eyes.

Before he could speak, the other seven or eight nasty devils also disappeared in front of them.

Shi Binghen didn’t move for a while then murmured: “Our royal family really doesn’t know how to date, this is too much …”

He turned his head and glanced at the Azure Dragon Zhenjun behind him, rolled up his sleeves, ready to help make up the errors caused by his devil lord in love, and smiled: “Zhenjun, could I take a look around Wan Ling Palace? I know we have different statuses. But there is no other way, and I don’t want to inconvenience pretty jiejie, what do you think…”

Qing Lin held a sword in one hand, she closed her eyes.

“Do as you please.”

The Devil Realm's one day trip

They were beneath the River of the Dead.

The transparent boundary spell not only blocked the wandering evil spirits from coming in, but also blocked all contact with the outside world. The dark black River of Dead above their heads was the best kind of barrier.

The Lord of the Netherworld has been locked under the River for thousands of years, and for a long time, almost everyone from all walks of life had almost completely forgotten there was such a person. Only the long-established sects like the Four Great Immortals Sects, or the divine beasts who were reborn like the Zhenjuns of the Demon Race, would know about the situation in the Netherworld.

Jiang Zheliu’s health had not been very good these days, and he could hardly maintain his peace of mind. He raised his hand to touch the resurrection stone hanging around his neck. 

 

It was cold to the touch.

He clenched the pendant tightly, stabilized his mind, and looked into the distance.

Countless ghosts and spirits wandered outside the barrier. If there were only Ah-Chu and Chang Qian to rely on when this barrier was taken down, they would all be torn to pieces immediately.

And behind him, there is a worrying thing.

Although Zhu Wuxin had been slapped in the face by him, he was not angry at all. To a certain extent, he was secretly excited by Jiang Zheliu’s reaction.

“Shixiong.” Zhu Wuxin said, “Don’t think about that devil anymore, can you just stay with me? I was wrong before, but I will take good care of you from now on.”

His thoughts wandered to the other extreme.

——Will the shixiong belong to me as long as I kill them all?

Zhu Wuxin didn’t say it out loud, but instead gently grabbed his sleeve, “Shixiong, you can beat and scold me, but don’t ignore me.”

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened again, sighed, and said, “I’m finding it hard to understand, what the hell are you thinking.”

Zhu Wuxin stared blankly for a moment, but refused to let go of his sleeve. Rationality had long been destroyed by the Five Power Passion Pill, all that was left in his mind were messy and indescribable thoughts. There were things that he wanted to slowly explain to shixiong, and slowly let shixiong process and understand him, but when he looked at Jiang Zheliu, he felt that gradual and orderly progress would be far too torturous.

“Shixiong.” Zhu Wuxin walked to him, staring at his cold snow-white long hair from the side. He raised his hand and picked one of the white hairs between his fingers, “I really can’t wait that long. I know that in fact, you still… still remember before….”

He seemed to want to call his gege, but looking at the other’s indifferent face, he didn’t say it out loud, but instead took a few sidesteps around to stand in front of him.

“Shixiong…can you tell me what is so good about Wenren Ye?”

Jiang Zheliu looked at him silently, before speaking for a while: “Do you love me?”

Zhu Wuxin was stunned, and nodded in a daze, then leaned in to try to hold his hand: “Shixiong. Since you want to retire, then I will definitely protect you….”

“Zhu Wuxin.”

Jiang Zheliu rarely called him by his full name.

“What the hell is wrong with you.”

Jiang Zheliu retracted his hand and stared at him blankly: “Young and wilful I can understand. Jealous and envious I can also understand. But why would you do such a thing?”

“Secretly working with the Netherworld, attacking and killing the Vermilion Bird, trapping me in the cage at the bottom of the river. Using such demonic practices such as the ghostly possession technique, unleashing unpredictable harm.” Jiang Zheliu’s words paused, “If you hadn’t told me all of this, I must suspect that you had been possessed by the wandering soul, are you really my shidi?”

Zhu Wuxin was speechless.

“You say you love me.” Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, “but you make me so…”

Jiang Zheliu didn’t say any more, he took a light breath, swallowed all the words back, and walked to the edge of the barrier, reaching out and touching the transparent barrier.

The ink-coloured bracelet on his wrist touched the barrier, lit up layer by layer, the devilish script glowed brightly, but then fell silent.

Above them it was the River of the dead, it was normal that no news could pass through.

Although this was expected by Jiang Zheliu, he was still a little disappointed.

“It’s useless.” Zhu Wuxin stayed behind him, his voice changed little by little, and it seemed to be much lower. “You can’t get out.”

Jiang Zheliu paused, then turned his eyes to look at him for a long while, and said, “… Ghost Lord He.”

A smile cracked on this familiar face.

“This b*stard hurts you a lot.” He Sorshi stretched out his hand, looked at the ghost mark on the palm of his hand, and then stretched lazily as if he had just woken up. “Qianbei, it was really hard for me to come out, can’t you be a little more inviting?”

Many years ago, when Jiang Zheliu rescued Jin Yujie, the overwhelming sword light had almost broken one of the chains that bound him. That one event at that time had been stuck on He Sorshi’s mind for a long time.

In fact, he was not very comfortable with Zhu Wuxin’s body. Under normal circumstances, if a ghost wanted to possess a body, it required the consent of the body’s owner. Just now, Zhu Wuxin’s mind was shaken so much that he was caught off guard by this fluctuation. Waking up from his slumber, he opened his eyes and saw the back of a snow-white silhouette.

This little bastard seemed to shirk away easily. The last time He Sorshi had woken up in his body, it was to kill the bird in the Wan Ling Palace, he had never been woken up so readily before. He raised his hand and yawned sleepily, and walked to Jiang Zheliu’s side step by step. Suddenly he noticed something interesting, and he leaned closer to Jiang Zheliu’s shoulder and sniffed.

…… So fragrant.

What was that…..

To a certain extent, the Netherworld was the closest place to natural law, as it was the place where all the departed souls who had returned to Heaven and Earth are accumulated. Reincarnation of these spirits was an extremely important part of the natural order. And these ghost cultivators had no actual body, they felt with their mind, so they are more sensitive to things that others who have a solid form or body.

This scent was just too much, and the energy circulating around the other’s body also carried the wonderful fragrance of the Heavenly Spirit Body.

Jiang Zheliu took a half step back.

He looked at Zhu Wuxin’s face showing a completely different look from his shidi, his slightly childish eyes slowly turned into an iron gray colour.

“You…” He Sorshi’s words stopped for a while, and a smile appeared, “No wonder this little bastard loves you.”

He did not give Jiang Zheliu a chance to speak.

The Nether Realm was lacking in everything, but there was no lack of chains.

Ah-Chu had been trembling in fear the entire day, and then he saw as Zhu Wuxin, that son of a b*tch forcibly embrace his shenxian gege, and then directly jump up onto the carriage, ignoring the two little demons in the carriage, and pushed Jiang Zheliu directly onto the bed, the chains clicked and then were locked tightly.

Jiang Zheliu was anxious, coughing for a long time with his head down, his mind buzzing, and he could hardly hear the noise outside. His hand was fastened to the bedpost by a cold chain, and he could only pull it a short distance.

He Sorshi was sitting in front of him, listening to him coughing. He poured a cup of tea casually: “Don’t move about too much, this kid has sacrificed a lot for you.”

He held the tea in front of Jiang Zheliu and continued: “He doesn’t even have the cruel heart to make you lose one hair on your head, he even let me out, you should just settle and accept this kid.”

Jiang Zheliu vaguely heard his last words. He lay on the bed and coughed, his lips were stained with bright red blood, his whole body was shaking, his wrists trembled fiercely, making the chain slammed into himself.

He Sorshi thought he was going to take the tea and passed it over to him, but it was knocked out of his hand.

The teacup shattered on the ground, cracking into pieces.

The other party’s iron-gray eyes turned to Jiang Zheliu’s body, staring at him with a profoundly cold gaze for a while. He leaned down, raised his hand and pushed Jiang Zheliu’s thin shoulders, his gaze stayed on his closed eyes, watching the pair of trembling eyelashes.

“Jiang Zheliu.” He Sorshi lowered his head and took a deep breath between his neck, “It’s such a pity, if I hit you, this little b*stard will definitely fight me hard.”

He just wanted to get away from under the River of the Dead. There was no need for him to waste this opportunity that had been so difficult to obtain. As long as he could get out of there, he would have a chance for everything in the future.

He just stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the bright red blood on the other’s lips.

“How did you become like this?” He Sorshi held his chin and looked at him with a smile, “I remember you were amazing back then. If you had made a few more swipes of the sword, you could have released me.”

Because he had been dragged along just now, Jiang Zheliu felt as if his body had been crushed all over. It took him a long time to relax and glance up at the other.

This is old b*stard.

Jiang Zheliu breathed out slowly, there was only blood in his throat.

“…Get lost.”

He Sorshi smiled, not angry, as if he was still sleepy, he sat beside him supporting his jaw with his hand and closing his eyes.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at Ah-Chu and Chang Qian beside them, and shook his head at them, signaling that they should not act rashly. He then reluctantly got up, retreated to the inside of the bed, leaned on the inside of the carriage, and reached out to hold the pendant hanging around his neck.

If it weren’t for this, he would already be dead several times over.

Jiang Zheliu rubbed the resurrection stone, moved his eyes downward, and stopped upon the Ling Xiao sword held by the other.

At no other time did he clearly feel the pain of not being able to lift that sword anymore, nor at any other moment did he realise so clearly that there was still something he was unwilling to let go of, and that he actually wanted to live.

He had someone that he wanted to live for.

————

*Boom* ——

The violent vibration came to pass, and a figure was thrown away by more than ten feet1, and smashed into the thick wall, making a crisp sound of bones cracking.

Blood was flowing in all directions.

Black cold thunderclouds rolled in the sky. The strong devilish energy enveloped the entire Wan Ling Palace, making many demons shocked and then slinking back in fire.

Qing Lin climbed up from the dust and the cracked wall, she raised her head and faced the pitch-black knife, the cold blade of the other almost touched the tip of her nose, and the devilish energy was slightly oozing with an odour of faint blood.

Her pupils gradually shrunk, she scanned the surroundings looking up and down, and then looked at Wenren Ye, who was exuding a savage and violent aura in front of her. Wenren Ye’s bone armour and cloak were dripping with bleed, he seemed to have just been in a fierce battle. At this moment, his terrifying aura was getting stronger and stronger. The suppression of her cultivation realm was almost overwhelming, almost crushing her skull, and his thick killing intent was over-bearing.

Qing Lin gritted her teeth and said: “I said, he is not here. He left last night.”

Wenren Ye did not speak.

Although he didn’t say a word, the devilish energy on his body was so full of killing intent, that even those who were not being targeted would have been frightened, let alone Qing Lin at this moment.

Half of his devil’s face was covered by bone armour, and it was dripping with fresh blood. The place where his right eye should be was replaced by a deep purple gem, he had revealed his devilish form partially. The bones covered by the bone armour produced sharp bone spurs, that shined with cold light.

The energy of the ink bracelet was broken here.

He wasn’t sure what was blocking the energy. Multiple enchantments, special items, or complicated formations? Or even the Wan Ling Palace in front of his eyes.

Wan Ling Palace was a heritage of the demon race, and it could shield many magical devices that are used to communicate such as the ink bracelet.

Matters involving Jiang Zheliu’s safety could almost destroy his sanity in an instant. Wenren Ye’s state was extremely odd, his ability to think independently was almost about to shatter, endless tyranny and anger occupied his mind, the knife in his hand was only an inch away from piercing the woman’s heart in front of him, and he would use her blood to stabilise his himself for the time being.

Above Wan Ling Palace, the sky was dark and gloomy.

As soon as the blade touched the scales on her chest, another streak of light crashed into the Devil Realm and slammed into the blade of the black long blade, causing the blade tip to only pierce Qing Lin’s shoulder, and cutting off a few dragon scales, but it did not cause serious injuries.

The streak of light dissipated, and Shi Binghen knelt on the ground, his arm nearly cut in half when he hit the blade. He raised his head and glanced at his Devil Lord, decided in his head to intervene, and then he rushed forward, hugging onto Wenren Ye’s thigh and shouted: “Devil Lord, you can’t kill her! Where can we find the Devil Queen if you do!”

The two words “Devil Queen” seemed to have worked. Wenren Ye’s gloomy purple eyes flickered for a moment, his blade pierced into the floor. The entire hall of Wan Ling Palace was cracked by the energy from the knife, creating dense cracks across the floor and walls.

Shi Binghen’s thumping little heart seemed to relax a little bit, and then he saw sharp thorns begin to grow on the bone wings of his Devil Lord. His heart raced again, and he held Wenren Ye’s thigh tightly through the other’s robe: “Devil Lord! If you want to speak to her, then speak to her!!

Don’t let your original form come out!! Jiang Xianzun will be afraid!!!”

The last sentence worked.

The sound of bone growths stopped, and there was silence everywhere.

Afterwards, the remaining seven or eight streaks of light also came from the Devil Realm and landed one by one in Wan Ling Palace. They all maintained a partial Devil form, and stopped behind Wen Renye, a room full of grotesquely shaped monsters and devils, it didn’t look like they were coming to find someone, but more like coming to kill someone.

This group of great devils looked at their Devil Lord in front of them, then looked at each other a few times, all of them couldn’t understand what to do now, each one more confused than the other.

As Wenren Ye’s right-hand man, Shi Binghen still had some brains. He tentatively let go of his thigh, slowly got up, and stretched out his arms and shook them in front of the lord’s dark purple eyes, and said, “Maybe this was not the work of the Azure Dragon Zhenjun. I saw outside when I just came here that the red flags were flying, meaning the death of the Vermilion Zhenjun… Of course, he was certainly not killed by you, so at this time, there is no need for the demons to mess about!”

Wenren Ye turned his head slowly and stared at Shi Binghen.

The great devil dressed in red swallowed, a quick thinker on his feet, and he quickly added: “What if some terrible great monster used some weird way to steal him from the demon realm? Perhaps, they had done this to incite conflict between us and the Demon Realm, and even better if we accidentally ended up killing the Azure Dragon Zhenjun…”

The more he talked, the more nonsense he came out with, and the more nonsense he spoke, the more smooth he got: “Yes that’s right, Azure Dragon Zhenjun is a good friend of our Devil Queen. If she dies, our Devil Queen will definitely not forgive you. Devil Lord, we should search elsewhere!”

Wenren Ye looked at him coldly: “Where?”

When Shi Binghen got stuck, he knew that all the royal family had this virtue. When they got angry, they would lose their heads and become aggressive, like a furious lion, but the truth was that they were too capable of fighting, the danger they exuded was second only to the rupture of the boundary membrane.

“For example, for example… uh, well, Jiang Xianzun has an ink bracelet to protect his body, and ordinary people can’t get close to him, don’t worry…”

He really couldn’t think of anything else, and then he felt a chill behind his back, and a blood-stained hand pressed his shoulder.

Shi Binghen was shocked when heard Qing Lin’s voice behind him.

”I originally thought it was you who killed Lie Zhen.”

Qing Lin got up by pressing down on the shoulders of the great devil dressed in red, she turned her head and vomited a mouthful of blood, her throat was so soaked in blood that it was rendering her speechless: “But when Zheliu came, he said that the pure flame peal was stained with the smell of the River of the Dead.”

Azure Dragon Zhenjun’s head had revealed two dragon horns, her jade green eyes looked at him: “He only came to prove your innocence.””

Wenren Ye held the long black knife, his fingers were clenched so tightly they became white, and the sound of bone growths was heard, and his emotions were almost at their peak.

She raised her hand and wiped the blood between her lips, the scales on her shoulders were stained with blood, but the dragon didn’t seem to care. Instead, she said: “Under the River of the Dead, there lies He Sorshi, the Lord of the Netherworld, he is a very old ghost, and only one step away from Merging2. It is said that his Dao seed was taken away by another, and that person locked the mind of that old ghost with giant chains… We believe that someone has colluded with the Netherworld and killed the Vermilion Bird through ghostly practices.”

“I suspect,” Qing Lin said while looking at him, “their target is not only Lie Zhen, but maybe, even Zheliu.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Let’s go to the Netherworld to see!” Shi Binghen quickly mediated, “Actually, I’ve seen it on the Zongsi Terrace, the River of the Dead can also block the transmission of many treasures, we…”

Before he finished speaking, he saw his Devil Lord in front of him withdraw his black knife and turn around, still carrying the terrifying aura of the ultimate boss, fiercely employing the method of teleportation, and gradually disappearing before their eyes.

Before he could speak, the other seven or eight nasty devils also disappeared in front of them.

Shi Binghen didn’t move for a while then murmured: “Our royal family really doesn’t know how to date, this is too much …”

He turned his head and glanced at the Azure Dragon Zhenjun behind him, rolled up his sleeves, ready to help make up the errors caused by his devil lord in love, and smiled: “Zhenjun, could I take a look around Wan Ling Palace? I know we have different statuses. But there is no other way, and I don’t want to inconvenience pretty jiejie, what do you think…”

Qing Lin held a sword in one hand, she closed her eyes.

“Do as you please.”