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The sound of "clanging" echoed from the side hall as Ling Kui dragged her heavy chains into the main hall.
“Ling Kui!” Li Xiaonan exclaimed, ready to rush towards Ling Kui, but Fei Ji suddenly appeared beside her. With a gentle grip on Ling Kui's chin, she smiled and said, “Tsk tsk tsk! What a touching reunion! Li Xiaonan, if you dare to move, I will snap your woman's neck right now!”
“Xiao Nan! Don’t worry about me! The world still needs you to save it! Kill this woman!” Ling Kui stood firm, her voice cold.
Li Xiaonan frowned and shouted at Ling Kui, “Shut up!”
What does the righteousness of a nation matter? What does the plight of the world have to do with me, Li Xiaonan? My only attachment to the Starry Illusion Continent is because there are people I care about here—because of you! In my heart, you are the entire world; if you are not here, then I have nothing...
These words resonated in Ling Kui's heart, and tears streamed down both of their faces.
Li Xiaonan took a deep breath and said, “Fei Ji, what do you want? If you dare to harm a single hair on Ling Kui, even if it costs me my life, even if I exhaust this lifetime, I will destroy your Demon Realm! I will ensure your demon race is obliterated!”
“Haha! Such bravado! I'm so scared! Your woman is in my hands, and you still dare to boast! Do you know that my father used his life to divine a prophecy? Unexpectedly, the rise and fall of the demon race hinges on this woman!”
She took a deep breath and continued, “I endured humiliation and entered her soul because my father's divination has never been wrong. I indeed arrived in the Cultivation Realm. I originally planned to investigate and directly open the entrance from the Demon Realm to the Cultivation Realm. Who would have thought you would obstruct me and humiliate me in every way possible? I hate it!”
Li Xiaonan sighed lightly and glanced at Ling Kui, thinking to herself: Compared to Ling Kui, this woman is just insane...
Fei Ji's eyes widened in anger, her silver irises seeming ready to pop out of their sockets. “You ask how I can let your woman go? Fine! I want you to abandon your cultivation! I want you to be unable to live or die!”
For a Cultivator, death is not terrifying; what is terrifying is having one's cultivation destroyed, becoming useless from then on, and living out the rest of their life without any connection to the Immortal Path.
“No, Xiao Nan!” Ling Kui exclaimed urgently.
Li Xiaonan raised a hand to stop Ling Kui.
Fei Ji laughed heartily, “So, what will it be? Will you accept? Don’t you love this woman? Are you really unwilling to make this small sacrifice?”
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly and coldly glared at Fei Ji.
Fei Ji involuntarily shivered, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
“Why should I trust you? If I give up my cultivation and you still harm Ling Kui, wouldn’t I be completely powerless to fight back?” Li Xiaonan said coldly. “I want you to swear on your Inner Demon!”
Fei Ji smiled brightly, “Don’t say I’m bullying you. The Inner Demon is only useful to you Cultivators; it has no binding power over us demons. Am I not a demon? How could I have an Inner Demon? Here’s the deal: I swear on my father’s soul that if I harm any of you after you’ve given up your cultivation, let my father never find peace in the afterlife!”
Li Xiaonan nodded. That was indeed a deadly oath, and at this point, he had no choice left. It was just cultivation—what difference did it make whether he had it or not? With a light heart, he could be fearless. The Buddhist saying that without desire one becomes strong applied here.
He said calmly, “Alright! I agree!” A swirl of white light appeared in his hand and suddenly struck his abdomen. The Dantian Purple Palace was destroyed, and the Yuan Ying dissipated; he had clearly become a cripple.
In the seemingly ransacked Purple Palace, a small golden core emitted a faint soft glow amidst the ruins.
“Don’t!”
“Pfft!” A mouthful of blood spurted from Li Xiaonan as he knelt on one knee, coldly staring at Fei Ji. “What you wanted... I’ve already... done it. Let her go…”
Li Xiaonan felt darkness envelop him, losing all connection with the outside world as his body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
In the Underworld Demon Sea, the two Li Xiaonan paused, and the first one cried out, "Heavens! Are we meant to die here? How can we fight?"
The second one pushed back a demon with a palm and replied, "Why can't we fight? It's not you who has lost your cultivation. Although our strength has dropped to seventy percent of what it was, it's still more than enough to deal with these little guys!"
"Have you noticed that so far, there haven't been any demons with ten wings or more? All we've encountered are low-level demons. I estimate that the real army won't arrive so soon! We can hold out for a while longer!"
The first one nodded. "How about this? I'll hold on for a bit while you meditate and accumulate True Essence Power, and then you can come back and take over for me?"
"That's a good idea! Not only can we kill demons, but we can also cultivate. I'll leave it to you!" The second one said as they quickly moved aside.
"Flower Rubbing! Do you think you're Xiao Qiao? Running away so fast!" The first one kicked a Seven-Winged Demon away with a flying kick.
In the Demon Realm South Country, Li Xiaonan lay on Ling Kui's lap, pale and unconscious.
After Li Xiaonan had abandoned his cultivation, Fei Ji did not harm them but kept them imprisoned in the dungeon instead.
The demon realm was already cold and unpredictable, and the dungeon was exceptionally damp and frigid, reminiscent of the cold in the south—different from the physical attacks of the north; it was a kind of magical assault that was hard to defend against.
"Mm..." Li Xiaonan frowned slightly, seeking warmth but finding none. The dragon race was cold-blooded, and Ling Kui could only use True Essence Power to continuously soothe Li Xiaonan's back, making him feel a bit more comfortable.
His long eyelashes fluttered, and Li Xiaonan slowly opened his eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings: damp straw, a cold iron cage, and through the skylight, he could faintly see the blood moon in the sky. When his gaze fell on Ling Kui's face, he smiled.
No negative environment could overshadow the woman before him. He slightly parted his lips. "Ling... Kui..."
His voice was unusually hoarse. He licked his dry lips, wanting to sit up and give her a big hug but realized he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.
"Fool! How could you do this, how could you..." Ling Kui's expression was cold, but it couldn't hide the sob in her voice.
Li Xiaonan swallowed hard and said slowly, "Do you remember what I told you back then? Without you, I lose everything."
"But in the future..."
"In the future, I still have you. Although I don't like being called a freeloader, I know you will protect me, right?" That smile was still the silly grin Ling Kui was familiar with—clean and pure.
Everything seemed to return to that day when they first met in Dragon Valley.
Ling Kui silently shed tears as she gently embraced Li Xiaonan. She suddenly felt so useless.
Even if I can transform into a dragon, I still have no ability to resist in front of that woman. If only I could be stronger, more powerful... maybe everything would be different...
As Ling Kui envied Fei Ji's cultivation, Fei Ji was also envious of her.
The two women were separated by just a wall.
Fei Ji was in another cell, observing them. She knew very well that the sacrifice Li Xiaonan made was not as "small" as she had previously claimed; on the contrary, it was immense—very immense!
In the demon realm, absolutely no one would do such a thing!
Due to the perverse reproductive methods of the demon race, love hardly exists. There is some familial affection, but ask yourself: which parents or children in the demon realm would be willing to abandon their own cultivation for each other? The answer is only two words: none!
At least Fei Ji could honestly say she couldn't do it.
She flashed back into her room, shrouded in dark tones. Sitting by the bed, she gazed out at the moonlight and sighed helplessly. How could I envy that woman named Ling Kui... I must be too tired... Perhaps I should rest early; there are still more than two months until the conference, and I should conserve my energy!
She pulled up the blanket and burrowed in, closing her silver eyes. Yet, suddenly, the image of Li Xiaonan eagerly trying to please her appeared before her.
"What... how could this happen?" She jolted upright in bed, gasping for breath and talking to herself.
Clutching the blanket, she leaned back against the soft black cushion, feeling the warmth of the bedding. However, her mind began to race uncontrollably: It’s so cold in the dungeon; his cultivation has been wasted, making him no better than an ordinary person. I wonder if he can endure it.
By the time Fei Ji regained her senses, she found herself standing at the dungeon door, holding a blanket in her arms. She bit her violet-like lips lightly and began to eavesdrop on the sounds within.
“Ling Kui, I want... I want to...” Li Xiaonan smiled as he looked at the rounded flower chamber.
Ling Kui's expression turned troubled. “I want to as well... but my reverse scale hasn’t been removed yet…”
“What is a reverse scale?”
“It’s... it’s that part with scales inside; all dragon maidens have it, and only male dragons can endure it. Ordinary people cannot enter…”
“Ah? Why didn’t you say so earlier? I have the Heavenly Gang Golden Body... oh, but now it's gone...” Li Xiaonan said with a look of regret.
Ling Kui was taken aback as well; she had been so fixated on the reverse scale that she hadn’t engaged in marital relations with Li Xiaonan. Now, realizing her foolishness through his words made her aware of her oversight.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed, startling both Li Xiaonan and Ling Kui as they turned to look towards the door.
White feathers danced through the air, swirling gracefully. Although feathers appearing in the dungeon felt quite out of place, they created a strangely romantic scene.
"You can leave now!" Fei Ji appeared coldly outside the cell door, gripping the iron chain and breaking it with a slight pull.
Li Xiaonan glanced at her with disdain, muttering to himself, "She's definitely a crazy woman! Doesn't she know there's something called a key? Showing off her strength like that, it's going to be hard for her to get married."
Ling Kui nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on Fei Ji. The reason was simple: Fei Ji's eyes were always on Li Xiaonan.
Li Xiaonan's hand rested on Ling Kui's shoulder, leaning heavily against her. If Ling Kui were to loosen her grip at that moment, he would surely fall and hurt himself badly.
Fei Ji frowned slightly and took a step back, clearing the way for their exit.
"Thank you..." Just as Li Xiaonan was being carried out of the cage by Ling Kui, he softly expressed his gratitude.
Fei Ji trembled slightly, her hands clenched into tight fists as she watched their departing figures.
After they had been gone for a long while, a figure appeared behind Fei Ji. "Princess, should we send someone to kill them?"
"I have already sworn in my father's name."
A sinister smile flashed across the lips of the person behind her. Inner Thoughts: Since we can't act ourselves, let's use someone else's hands; that way it won't count as breaking my oath! Fei'er, as a death warrior who grew up alongside you, how could I not understand your feelings? You hate that man so much; I will make sure he cannot live or die!
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