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Makasi furrowed his brow, secretly pondering: There’s definitely something fishy going on! It seems this kid is backed by Jack and Ouyang Feng!
Hmph! Anyone who dares to covet what belongs to me in the Eastern Land shall die!
He cast a cold glance at the approaching Demon Army, extending his claws as he struck fiercely towards Li Xiaonan's chest with a burst of white light.
"Bang!"
A pair of delicate arms firmly caught Makasi's attack.
A pair of beautiful eyes glanced back at Li Xiaonan and said, "Aren't you supposed to be quite powerful? Why do you look like a dead dog now?"
Li Xiaonan opened his mouth, unable to close it for a long time, and he didn’t respond.
The figure before him was not Jack, but a woman—a very beautiful woman—who was also Li Xiaonan's partner—Fei Ji.
She wore silver-black armor, and raindrops rolled off her mink fur cloak, leaving a glossy sheen as if coated in oil.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, her enchanting silver eyes holding a hint of mockery and disdain, yet exuding an indescribable allure.
"You... how could it be you... weren't you told to leave here?"
"Hah, if I really left, you'd be dead by now!" Fei Ji's eyes sparkled, and Li Xiaonan found himself mesmerized; it seemed he hadn't seen this version of Fei Ji in ages.
In those days, Fei Ji was part of the Carefree Dual Cultivation Group—proud, cold, with status, beauty, and cultivation that truly made her the wealthy and beautiful lady of the demon realm.
Yet this woman had chosen me, leading to all the hardships I later endured, nearly costing me my life.
In the end, it was still my debt to her... Upon reflection, I realized that I owed not just Fei Ji, but also the several women around me who had given so much for me. And what had I given in return?
To love one person wholeheartedly and to hold their hand through life together.
Perhaps I could not achieve the former, but I was determined to accomplish the latter!
Li Xiaonan's gaze was somewhat dazed, her icy fingertips tightly pressed against her palm, yet they felt a bit damp.
Makasi frowned slightly and said, "Is it you? If you leave quietly and do not interfere in this matter, I will spare your life for your father's sake."
Fei Ji slowly stood upright and sneered, "Ha! What a joke! My life is mine to control; I don't need your mercy!"
Listening to their conversation, Li Xiaonan felt more certain in her suspicion that Makasi was indeed East Emperor.
She looked up at the approaching reinforcements, clearly able to see Jack leading them. Her eyes narrowed slightly as a cold smile crept onto her lips.
Makasi angrily declared, "If that's the case, then I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your father!"
Just as he was about to strike, the two figures before him suddenly vanished.
On the city tower, Li Xiaonan released her grip around Fei Ji's waist. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground.
"Boss! Boss!" Aries and the others rushed over anxiously, but poor Fei Ji was pushed aside in an instant.
Li Xiaonan waved her hand but still couldn't shake off the darkness and the white dots before her. She gasped for breath and said, "I'm fine. The reinforcements are almost here. Open the city gates; we need to retreat!"
"What? Open the city gates? Have you lost your mind?" Fei Ji furrowed his brow.
Although Aries and the others were dissatisfied with Fei Ji's attitude, they were also puzzled by Li Xiaonan's decision and did not stop Fei Ji.
They had held their ground waiting for reinforcements; now that help had arrived, why would they open the gates wide?
It was no longer a matter of inconsistency; it was simply absurd beyond reason.
Li Xiaonan smiled lightly and said, "Do you know who Makasi is? Heh, the demon realm is destined for chaos. Let’s stir things up even more. Why do heroes emerge in times of turmoil? It’s because the previous generation has perished on the beach."
"Retreat!" Aries nodded, his expression turning cold.
The wailing sound of a horn echoed across the sky.
Li Xiaonan gradually regained his vision amidst the sobbing hardness. The damp, cold robe clung to his body, unable to conceal the fiery sting coursing through him.
He struggled to stand, leaning against the city wall, gazing at the red rainwater pooling below the city tower, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
War claimed lives—whether they belonged to allies or enemies, in the end, they were all lives. Well, demon lives.
From a macro perspective, death might just be a changing number, but from a micro perspective, it was each vibrant individual with their own unique stories.
Li Xiaonan felt a deep discomfort in his heart; his eyes were slightly swollen and aching. Unbeknownst to him, tears began to fall…
Fortunately, the rain continued to pour, concealing his moment of vulnerability.
He murmured to himself, "Living is easy, but surviving is hard. In the cycle of reincarnation, cherish every step… Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Dato Kadoya..."
A segment of the Rebirth Mantra flowed slowly from Li Xiaonan's lips.
The rain kept falling; the sky remained gray and dim. The demons that had died were ultimately dead, becoming nourishment for other living demons to survive.
Yet Li Xiaonan saw a different scene. Beneath the cold city tower, strands of golden light finer than hair slowly entered his body.
They lingered not at all and all entered the Seven-Level Pagoda hovering above Yuan Ying's head. Waves of profound Buddhist chants emanated from the tower, soothing Li Xiaonan's somewhat gloomy emotions.
He slowly opened his eyes and sighed, suddenly recalling the story about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that his grandmother once told him.
The hell is not empty, and one cannot become a Buddha.
After a long while, Li Xiaonan shook his head, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
What was I thinking just now? How could I have the idea of saving the entire demon race? That's too grand, not at all like me...
I am just a tiny grain of sand among countless stars; selfishness is my true nature.
What does the spirit of selfless sacrifice have to do with me, Li Xiaonan?
"Hey! Nan Muzi, are you frozen? You were the one who said we should retreat. Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Li Xiaonan felt a weight on his shoulder as someone gave him a heavy pat. Turning around, he saw an extraordinarily beautiful face.
He couldn't help but smile; this... was the life he wanted.
Suddenly, everything went dark, as if he had lost consciousness.
Li Xiaonan's sudden loss of awareness truly startled Fei Ji.
Without thinking, she reached out her arms and embraced his swaying body.
At that moment of physical contact, Fei Ji's heart raced violently in her chest.
She stood there in shock; that feeling hadn't occurred in a long time. To be precise, it had only happened for one person since the beginning—Li Xiaonan.
Li Xiaonan felt as if the Spirit Tree on the Spirit Platform had grown taller again.
Leaning gently against the trunk, he casually picked a red fruit from the tree and popped it into his mouth.
He glanced at the people on the Spirit Platform and sighed, "Please don't be so sentimental. We don't even know where Sister is right now. Hurry up and reunite with that woman so you can return to the Immortal Realm!"
Li Xiaonan suddenly sat up on the Jade Bed, blinking his eyes and looking around, but saw nothing.
He scratched his chin, pondering whether he had just experienced an illusion.
"The boss is awake!"
As soon as Li Xiaonan opened his eyes, he was met with four faces that were too close for comfort, almost making him cross-eyed.
He waved his hand dismissively and said, "What’s going on? I’m not dead!"
In the dim little room, a sliver of light seeped through the gap in the tattered cotton blanket hanging at the door.
Li Xiaonan squinted and asked, "What’s the situation now?"
Taurus scratched his shimmering Horned Ginseng helmet and replied, "Chaotic!"
"Has the fighting started?"
"It has, but everyone is just watching; no one is going all out. At this rate, it wouldn’t be surprising if it drags on for a hundred or eighty years."
Li Xiaonan slowly sat up, feeling a wave of sharp pain that helped clear his mind. He asked, "Where are the heads of Chinese and Western factions?"
"They're both here, stationed in the south and north of the city."
"Alright, I’ll go find them!" Just as Li Xiaonan stood up, a soft little hand pushed him back down onto the sofa.
The springs creaked under the weight with a groan.
"With your condition, where do you think you’re going? Eat these two!" Fei Ji said while pulling a Twelve-Winged Demon along.
Li Xiaonan curled up on the sofa, hiding in the shadows, but everyone could clearly see his tightly furrowed brows.
"Boss, Twelve Wings is the highest level we can find right now, so just make do with it for now," Aries added.
The cultivation of demons does not rely on breathing techniques like that of a Cultivator. Instead, it is more about mutual slaughter, drawing strength from each other's bodies.
Such a cruel method was something Li Xiaonan simply could not accept.
The prolonged silence made the atmosphere in the small room incredibly awkward.
After a long while, Li Xiaonan finally managed to say three words: "I'm not hungry!"
"You've exhausted all the Magic Essence in your body; why are you being stubborn now?"
For the first time, Li Xiaonan shot a glare at Fei Ji and said, "Are you annoying? You're not me; if I say I'm not hungry, then I'm not!" With that, he stood up and headed for the door.
However, he was pulled back onto the sofa by Fei Ji.
She flipped her hand and stuffed a porcelain bottle into Li Xiaonan's grasp.
He recognized this item; it was a potion from the demon realm, the White Bone Pill.
Recalling their past together, a smile crept onto Li Xiaonan's handsome face.
He opened the bottle cap and poured the entire contents of the White Bone Pill into his mouth, chewing on them as if they were candy.
Fei Ji was taken aback and exclaimed, "Have you lost your mind? A whole bottle... you..."
Suddenly, Li Xiaonan's body emitted crackling sounds as his withered nine pairs of Flesh Wings burst open behind him, shimmering with streaks of light.
Blue Magic Essence gathered in his lower abdomen, coalescing into droplets of liquid energy.
He stretched contentedly.
Fei Ji shook his head helplessly and said, "If you refuse to devour the demon lord, I don't know how you managed to grow into Eighteen Wings."
Li Xiaonan smiled lightly, offered a few instructions, and then set off alone towards the lair of the Two Emperors, Chinese and Western.
Having been in the demon realm for some time now, he wondered if Brother Yun had found Ling Kui and Yanrong. He needed to speed up! At the very least, before leaving, he wanted to provide Aries and the others with a better environment for survival!
The sky had cleared, and a faint stench lingered in the air. Li Xiaonan visited Jack and Ouyang Feng, informing them of just one piece of news: the East Emperor was not dead and had joined forces with the Northern Emperor.
That night, Li Xiaonan consumed the last bottle of White Bone Pill from Fei Ji and finally forged the last set of Golden Cloth.
Aries also brought even more exciting news: "Boss! Makasi is dead!"
"Who killed him?"
"Ouyang Feng and Jack!"
"Heh heh! We're getting closer!"
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