When Su Yuan found Song Changming, the latter was being pecked at by a flock of crows vying to devour his flesh. His shrill screams pierced the sky, sounding especially jarring in the silent night.
"Help! Help!" Song Changming curled up in agony, waving his hands desperately in an attempt to drive away the crows that were causing chaos on his body. However, the pain in his body rendered him unable to cast even a single spell.
Suddenly, he heard a sound of footsteps. Without thinking twice, he crawled desperately in the direction of the sound and grabbed Su Yuan's foot, crying out for help non - stop.
"Please, save me. I'll agree to anything you ask!"
Su Yuan looked at the hand clutching his shoe, his eyes filled with a murderous glint. It was this man! This traitor who had defected from the Xuanmen had injured his Zhao Zhao!
He lifted his foot and stepped on that hand. Su Yuan's aura seemed to revert to that of the great battle thousands of years ago, his expression terrifying.
"Who gave you the audacity? Has the demonic aura I left on her faded? How dare you hurt her with your puny strength!?"
Only then did Song Changming suddenly realize who he had grabbed. Frightened, he tried to scramble away, but it was already too late.
He looked at the only Ying Long in the world with a pale face, intuiting that he was doomed today.
But he was unwilling. He was so unwilling! He had been scheming for years, and finally, he had waited for this opportunity. He had finally obtained the Reincarnation Bell and was just one step away from a divine miracle! He was so unwilling!
"Lord Ying Long... It wasn't my intention to hurt that girl, but I have something here that might interest you," he gasped painfully, the veins on his face bulging due to the pain as he still tried to bargain with Su Yuan for a chance at survival.
"Oh? Let's hear it." Su Yuan looked at him casually, appearing completely unconcerned.
Song Changming wasn't sure, but he gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you can heal my wounds and give me your heart - protecting scale for self - defense, I'll tell you the true identity of my 'little niece'."
"Heh..."
Su Yuan's cold laugh sent shivers down Song Changming's already panicked heart. He gritted his teeth and made another concession: "Don't worry, I don't want your heart - protecting scale. But since this is a deal, I have to ensure my own safety first, right? I know you must also think there's something wrong with her—uh!"
A sound of crows taking flight rang out. Su Yuan was enraged, and the crows waiting for an opportunity were scared away by the might of the dragon.
The world has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak, especially in the demon realm where strength is revered.
Su Yuan grabbed Song Changming by the neck, his pupils faintly turning red. "You hurt her and still dare to bargain with me for survival?"
He tightened his grip, and Song Changming's face turned purple in Su Yuan's hand, as if he was about to suffocate the next second.
But in the next second, Su Yuan suddenly let go. It would be too easy on him to let him die like this.
Every time Su Yuan thought of the pain Zhao Zhao had endured as he felt it through the dragon scale, his heart seemed to clench. It was as if someone had grabbed it and was pouring boiling water into it recklessly.
The little girl he had carefully coaxed and spoiled had been hurt by such a despicable person. The anger in Su Yuan's heart was about to spread.
The golden seal glowed in his hand. Su Yuan pointed at Song Changming's vital point from afar, and instantly, Song Changming let out a shrill wail.
Su Yuan extracted his soul. The soul was brutally torn from the body and continuously squeezed and tortured under Su Yuan's hand, condensed into an ugly - shaped black bead.
The double torture of the spirit and the body was a hundred times more painful than physical injuries alone. This was truly a situation where one couldn't live and couldn't die.
"For the next forty - nine days, you'll feel this pain to the fullest."
After forty - nine days, Song Changming would turn into a pool of sewage. Some people's souls were so ugly that they would only be despised and loathed even after being refined.
"Su Yuan! You don't deserve to be the Dragon Lord! With a cruel monster like you leading the demon realm, it will surely perish sooner or later! You're so protective of that freak. Fine! I'll wait. I'll wait for the day when you die at her hands. Hahaha..."
Perhaps the peace had lasted too long, so long that these people had forgotten what Su Yuan was like back then. How could they voice such a ridiculous doubt?
Su Yuan didn't even want to touch the bead. He casually controlled a crow and made it carry the bead away.
Zhao Zhao was still waiting for him. He had to rush back as soon as possible.
At this moment, the Chen family compound was eerily quiet, like an ancient mansion plunged into a deep slumber.
When Chong Ming and Yun Ze entered the Chen family compound, Jian Yun from Wutong Mountain was sitting there with his legs crossed, guarding the little junior sister with a pained look on his face.
"Damn it! How dare they bully my little junior sister!" Jian Yun was furious. If his master hadn't told him to come to the Chen family to make preparations first, he would have surely gone to chop off that Song bastard's hands!
"Take Zhao Zhao and leave. Hurry up. Your medicine can deal with others, but it won't hold up against the Great Emperor of the Underworld for long." Time was tight, and Chong Ming coldly instructed Jian Yun.
Yun Ze took a few large steps forward, picked up Zhao Zhao, took off the dragon scale around her neck, placed it aside, and then turned to look at Chong Ming. Jian Yun, who had missed the action, glared angrily at his senior brother.
Zhao Zhao's body temperature was abnormally high. She opened her eyes drowsily, glanced at Chong Ming, and murmured, "Master..."
Chong Ming lovingly stroked his little disciple's hair. "Don't be afraid. Master's here. Master will take you back to Wutong Mountain. You'll feel better soon."
"Okay." Zhao Zhao managed to utter a single word before falling back into a deep sleep.
Soon, the master and his disciples disappeared.
When Su Yuan rushed over in a hurry, Fu Feng had just woken up. There was no sign of Zhao Zhao anywhere in the entire Chen family compound.
Suppressing the raging anger between his eyebrows, Su Yuan squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Where's Zhao Zhao?"
Fu Feng's face was also very grim. The great emperor of the Underworld had been drugged, and the little cutie had been lost.
"It's my fault. I was too careless."
In fact, Fu Feng hadn't even realized what had happened. He had been treating Zhao Zhao's wounds when he suddenly lost consciousness.
Not only him, but none of the people who woke up one after another knew what had happened.
He could only guess that someone had drugged them.
The next second, Fu Feng was grabbed by the collar by Su Yuan. Fu Feng thought miserably, "It's over. I'm really done for. Su Yuan is so angry that he's going to kill me. The Underworld is going to change hands, and I haven't even had time to arrange my funeral..."
But Su Yuan threw him aside, trying to hold back his anger. The veins on his hands were clearly visible. "The Xuanyuan Clan..."
He detected the aura of the Xuanyuan Clan from the lingering smell of the drug on Fu Feng.
It was such an ancient clan. After not showing up for so many years, were they going to interfere now?
A thunderbolt struck down. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the rain poured down in torrents. The trees in the Chen family courtyard were cut off by the thunder and fell into the rain.
Su Yuan picked up the dragon scale on the side, his eyes dark. Then he turned around and left.
"Where are you going? Wait for me—" Fu Feng wanted to make amends. If anything happened to Zhao Zhao, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
"Find out the origin of this thing. Also, throw this bead into the eighteenth level of hell. I'm going to find Nuwa." Su Yuan threw the bell and the bead to Fu Feng, and his figure disappeared instantly.
The Xuanyuan Clan had a close relationship with Nuwa. Finding Nuwa was the only solution Su Yuan could think of at the moment.
He tightened his grip on the dragon scale in his hand and silently prayed in his heart, praying that his little beauty would be safe.
The divine don't offer high - grade incense without good reason when making a wish, but Su Yuan had no other choice and actually did what ordinary people would do.
Zhao Zhao, wait for me.