Qing Lin first heard of the devil Feng Moli from her elder brother Qing Yi.
Qing Yi, this celestial being, was different from other immortals. He was neither rigid nor serious. Qing Lin's free - spirited and unrestrained personality was mostly due to the fact that she was raised by Qing Yi since childhood.
True to his name, Qing Yi was extremely capricious.
One day he was infatuated with the goddess from the Eastern Great Wilderness, the next day he fell in love with the messenger from the Ghost Realm, and the day after that, he was head - over - heels for the demoness from the Demon Realm.
Almost everyone in the Divine Realm who heard of him would tell their daughters to stay away from Qing Yi.
So, although Qing Yi had a handsome appearance, he didn't have much luck with the opposite sex.
However, precisely because of Qing Yi's capriciousness, he had a large collection of books from the Six Realms.
From ancient times to the present, from gods to demons, from humans to ghosts, there was a wide variety, an endless stream.
Qing Lin first saw the mention of Feng Moli in Qing Yi's study, in a book called *Strange Tales of the Eight Wastelands*.
It was said that the Demon Lord Feng Moli single - handedly attacked the Nine Heavens. It was said that he fought against numerous martial gods without a single defeat. It was said that he fought in the Nine Heavens for three days straight, until no one dared to come out and face him.
Finally, the Heavenly Emperor bowed his head and promised Feng Moli one thing, but Feng Moli just waved his hand and said he didn't need it.
Moreover, the reason Feng Moli attacked the Nine Heavens was simply... he was bored and wanted to kill time.
This guy was truly so damn cool...
The book described the battle in great detail. Every single detail seemed vivid, and there were even some hazy long - distance pictures of that battle.
Feng Moli was dressed in black, looking extremely dashing. Opposite him stood a mighty group of divine officials.
After that, Qing Lin regarded *Strange Tales of the Eight Wastelands* as a precious treasure. She hugged it all day long and wouldn't let go. Even when Qing Yi wanted to look up ancient history, he couldn't get the book back from Qing Lin.
However, since that great battle many, many years ago, Feng Moli had disappeared without a trace. No one had seen him in public again.
Except for one time.
The day Qing Lin was born.
Somehow, the Demon Lord Feng Moli suffered a backlash during his cultivation. He fell from the Demon Realm into the Divine Realm, almost crashing through the entire Six Realms.
The human world thought it was a shooting star, a heavenly auspicious sign. Many princes even took the opportunity to usurp the throne.
The demon world thought it was a sudden disaster. All the demons fled everywhere to find a safe place. Even the demons who were seducing humans to suck their yang energy immediately dropped what they were doing.
In the ghost world, everyone hid in the Palace of the King of Hell, and the King of Hell... hid in the Divine Realm.
On the day Qing Lin was born, this was the situation in the Six Realms. And the crazed Feng Moli accidentally stumbled upon the Green Hill and left a black - red seal of fire in front of the Fox Cave.
When Qing Lin read this part of the story, she had already deeply admired Feng Moli. So seeing the seal of fire in front of the Fox Cave, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and comfort.
Later, her elder brother Qing Yi casually told her that she had a fiancé named Du Fengchi, the Crown Prince of the Nine Heavens.
However, holding the book, Qing Lin's resistance gradually grew.
She didn't want to marry the Crown Prince, and she definitely didn't want to live in the strict and fortified Nine Heavens.
So, at the age of over six hundred, she ventured alone to the Boundless Realm.
Even the tree next to the seal of fire at the entrance, which had developed its own consciousness but hadn't yet achieved immortality, was already over a thousand and two hundred years old...
After hearing this not - so - moving and rather childish story, the cold - looking great god that Qing Lin had picked up in the cave smiled slightly. "Oh, so Feng Moli is so popular?"
Qing Lin nodded. "Of course. Anyone who has read *Strange Tales of the Eight Wastelands* will admire Feng Moli."
The cold - looking great god decided to remain cold and said nothing.
They argued all the way... In fact, it was Qing Lin who kept telling the cold - looking great god how awesome the Demon Lord Feng Moli was.
In the end, the cold - looking great god got a bit annoyed. "Fine, fine, fine. Feng Moli is the most awesome."
Only then did Qing Lin smile contentedly.
The legendary auction house only held auctions on the first day of each month, and it only lasted for three days. After that, it was too late.
They had come at the wrong time.
So Qing Lin took the cold - looking great god to a nearby inn. Fortunately, this ordinary inn was reasonable. There was a sign on the door that said: If you want to fight, go outside. If you damage something, pay for it at the original price.
Okay, it was reasonable.
She ordered a lot of delicious food. She found that the Boundless Realm was truly different. Even the food was more exquisite than that outside.
It was neither greasy nor heavy. It was refreshing. The pastries melted in the mouth, and the dishes were fresh and delicious.
Because the cold - looking great god was very arrogant and didn't even look at the food, Qing Lin recommended each dish to him one by one.
... She was always very eloquent. Half - way through her recommendation, she even attracted the chef out. The chef stood there quietly, accepting the praise.
Suddenly, the cold - looking great god asked, "This chef and Feng Moli, who do you like more?"
Without even thinking, Qing Lin replied, "Of course it's Feng Moli. What a stupid question!"
The chef, who had been looking pleased while accepting the praise, was deeply hurt. With a gloomy face, he returned to the kitchen.
The cold - looking great god just smiled. "Well, I'll just have a little then."
That smile was like the thawing of an ice spring, and the revival of all things. The whole world seemed to lose its luster in an instant.
He was almost too good - looking.