Just as the God - Lord was about to drink the poisoned wine, a hand with distinct knuckles stopped him. "Wait!"
Yaohua was slightly startled.
It was Chongming who had returned.
He frowned slightly and quickly put the wine cup back on the tray.
The God - Lord was extremely perceptive. Seeing this, he immediately reacted. Pointing at Yaohua in a mixture of shock and anger, he roared, "You dare to poison me in the wine?"
After saying that, spiritual power surged in his hand and he slapped fiercely towards Yaohua.
Yaohua had just endured thirty whiplashes. How could she withstand this? She was about to unleash the True Fire of the Phoenix, but Chongming stepped in front of her and neutralized all the attacks.
There was originally a hint of worry for the God - Lord on his face, but now all that worry disappeared, replaced by an unthawable frost. "If you dare to harm Yaohua, from now on, I'll never care about your life or death again!"
Hearing this, the suppressed anger of the God - Lord suddenly erupted. "If you dare to betray your master, you are an ungrateful wretch. When your soul returns to the Ruins in the future, how will you have the face to meet the previous God - Lord?"
In the past, every time the God - Lord said something like this, Chongming would always comply.
But this time, Chongming clenched his fist hanging by his side and turned to look at the girl behind him.
Yaohua subconsciously smiled at him, although the smile was extremely pale.
There were extremely distinct and hideous claw marks on her neck, with the flesh turned outwards. And the exposed skin on her wrists and ankles was covered with terrifying whip marks.
Just one glance made Chongming's eyes tremble, and he couldn't bear to look anymore.
Seeing that Chongming didn't say a word, the God - Lord thought he was afraid. "Yaohua has already fallen into the demonic path and tried to poison me. If you shield her, you'll be a sinner in the Three Realms!"
Chongming's gaze returned to its usual indifference. His thin lips parted slightly. "The previous God - Lord's soul has already scattered. No one knows where it is. If he has a spirit in heaven, he'll be angry to death seeing you like this."
"What?" The God - Lord was stunned.
How could the always - rule - abiding God Chongming say such harsh words?
Chongming looked up at him, with a deep chill in his eyes that seemed to freeze one's blood.
The God - Lord couldn't help but feel scared. At the same time, he hated Chongming's overbearing and cold appearance. He sneered sarcastically. "Haha, Chongming, you're cold and heartless, but your obsession lies with your own disciple. Isn't such an act against human ethics much better than mine? You and her will surely be punished by heaven sooner or later and die a terrible death!"
Chongming ignored his vicious curse. He just picked up Yaohua in his arms and disappeared from the spot.
The tray fell to the ground, and the wine pot and cups shattered with a clatter.
When Yaohua's feet touched the ground, she was still a bit dazed. "This is..."
"Henan Prefecture." As Chongming spoke, he supported her with one hand. "Now all the demonic qi has been cleared. The common people live and work in peace and contentment. The God of Culture and Arts has set up a formation on Lingyin Mountain that leads directly to the Celestial Realm. From now on, this will be our base for counter - attacking the Heavenly Demons."
Yaohua raised her hand to block the blinding sunlight. She was still a bit absent - minded. Was she... leaving the Celestial Realm just like this?
It was spring in the mortal world. Swallows and sparrows were playing merrily above Henan Prefecture. The city had regained its original bustling and noisy atmosphere.
The formation under their feet was slowly losing its luster. It was thanks to this formation that Chongming had been able to come and go freely in the Celestial Realm these days.
She looked out at the scenery below the mountain and breathed in the air of the mortal world. For a moment, it was as if she had returned from hell to the mortal world.
After the brief daze, she subconsciously withdrew her hand. "Where is this? No, I have to go back!"
But Chongming tightly grabbed her hand. "Your plan, Zhao Wu has already told me. I don't agree."
She turned around and said anxiously, "But killing Zhao Yue is the best way. Hurry and send me back, or it will be too late."
It had taken her so much effort to regain Zhao Yue's trust. Now that Chongming had done this, it would surely arouse Zhao Yue's suspicion again. She was afraid she would have to suffer again.
"Yaohua!" Chongming called out her name loudly.
Hearing the strange tone, she looked at him blankly. To her surprise, the usually aloof and indifferent white - robed God showed a look of heartache, and there was even a hint of scarlet in the depths of his eyes.
It was like a vast snow - covered mountain was shaken by an earthquake. Amid the roaring tremors, one could glimpse the hot and boiling underground lava in the cracks, on the verge of collapse and destruction.
And demonic qi was surging secretly in Chongming's chest.
She felt her heart pounding. She quickly placed her hand on his chest, trying to absorb the demonic qi. "Master, why has your demonic qi flared up again? Were you injured by the God - Lord just now?"
Before her words fell, her cold hand was firmly wrapped by a big hand. The calluses on the fingers were rough, making her heart itch. She didn't dare to move.
Chongming looked down at her with an unclear expression, but the demonic qi was surging even more violently.
"Master, Master, say something." Yaohua was so scared that her eyes turned red. How could Chongming look at her like this and hold her hand when he was sober?
She anxiously called out in a low voice, trying to wake him up. "Chongming, Master, wake up quickly. I'll never make you angry again. I'll do whatever you say."
Hearing this, the dark clouds covering Chongming's eyes began to show signs of dissipating. "Really?"
"Really!" Yaohua nodded vigorously. As long as her master's demonic qi didn't flare up, anything was fine.
Chongming raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but soon, his strong hand covered hers again and held it tightly.
Yaohua inexplicably felt out of breath. She wanted to back away, but was pulled back.
Chongming's long eyelashes drooped. His expression was unclear, leaving only an ambiguous shadow. "But you still want to go."
The air around him was filled with desolation and loneliness, as if he had been alone in the world for thousands and thousands of years.
For a moment, Yaohua thought that she was extremely important in his heart, so important that he couldn't bear to be separated from her for a moment.
But soon, she came to her senses, and her heart ached.
Master must be so sad because of the God - Lord's betrayal, right?
She comforted him softly. "Master, don't worry. I'll never be ungrateful like the God - Lord. I'll always be by your side and never leave you."
Until... there was a mistress.
The mountaintop was quiet, only the long - lasting wind could be heard.
Yaohua suddenly closed her eyes, her face full of pain.
In her dantian, the Heavenly Demon Seed made a cracking sound and cracked again.
These days in the Demon Clan, she had felt too much demonic qi. And just now, she had had improper thoughts about her master, which caused the Demon Seed to obtain nourishment and crack again.
Chongming was suddenly shocked. "Yaohua, what's wrong with you?"
She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She felt that this pain was more intense than ever before. It was as if all the bones in her body were cracking, but she still had to spare half of her consciousness to guard against the Heavenly Demon Seed, preventing it from breaking through the barrier of spiritual power and taking root and sprouting in her body completely.
Chongming noticed the strange movement of the Heavenly Demon Seed and showed a determined look in his eyes.
It seemed that there was only one way left.
He directly drew his sword and cut his own wrist, then brought it to her lips.