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"Golden Qilin... Yes, the Qilin Hairpin."
I hurriedly removed the Golden Qilin from my head, but I had no idea how to use it. Last time, it had activated on its own, but this situation was far from the same, yet it remained still.
With the revival of the Golden Qilin, the Qilin Hairpin transformed from its original icy blue lotus color to a brilliant gold, tall and magnificent, dazzling and enchanting.
My bloodied hands gripped the hairpin's handle; the blood did not cling but was gradually absorbed, flowing upward into the heart of the lotus. The small Qilin within the bud stirred slightly, and as the red streaks of blood coursed through it, it opened its eyes and unfurled its wings.
"Roar~" The beast's cry was sharp and piercing, causing my ears to ache. The Golden Qilin surged upward from the center of the lotus as if it had absorbed enough blood, meeting the attack from the King of the Underworld head-on.
With a loud bang, both were forced back. The King of the Underworld tapped his toes on the ground and continued his assault.
Though a divine beast, it had just been born and lacked sufficient strength. After several clashes with the King of the Underworld, its golden radiance began to fade. It let out an even louder cry as I held onto the Qilin Hairpin, feeling it tremble in my hand. The wound in my palm was torn open again as it absorbed more of my blood.
As more blood flowed into the Qilin Hairpin, the disadvantaged Golden Qilin fought back fiercely. It continued to battle while emitting cries, gradually enveloped in a pale white aura that mirrored Jun Chong's own colors, resonating with each other.
Jun Chong leaped powerfully and landed atop the Golden Qilin. The pale white aura combined as if they were donning armor, while their commander charged forward on his steed to launch a fierce attack against the enemy.
The King of the Underworld possessed extraordinary power and was shrouded in darkness; he should not have feared Jun Chong and the Golden Qilin's union. He pressed forward relentlessly, colliding with Jun Chong wielding his longsword.
In an instant, a blinding light erupted from the center of Underworld Palace, resembling a meteor crashing into the ground, exploding instantly and creating a massive crater.
Lime dust enveloped everything; smoke filled the air, obscuring my vision. I covered my nose and blinked desperately to see clearly, my heart racing uncontrollably.
As the dust was blown away by the wind, silence fell around us. The Golden Qilin stood quietly to one side while Jun Chong pierced his longsword into the body of the King of the Underworld. Everything froze; only their hair and garments fluttering in the breeze confirmed that this was all real.
I held my breath, afraid to exert myself even in breathing. In that moment of stalemate, it was clear who would win or lose; yet no one could guarantee that victory would ensure safety or that defeat would mean death.
All the spirits present remained silent, waiting for their movements.
Until a faint sigh came from that direction, carrying a hint of helplessness and subtle reluctance. The voice was clear, though it was barely audible, yet it reached everyone's ears distinctly.
"I didn't expect you to actually take action." The King of the Underworld slightly raised his eyes to look at his own brother, a smile with an ambiguous meaning curling at the corners of his lips. "Do you truly hate me, or do you resent me for bullying your Anxin?"
Jun Chong's expression was cold, showing no excitement of a victor. With one hand gripping the King’s shoulder, he withdrew the long sword that had pierced the King’s chest. The King bent forward as bright red blood splattered out with the sword's removal, dripping onto Jun Chong's face.
Jun Chong did not step back or push him away; one hand firmly supported his body. "The latter," he stated clearly. "Anyone who harms Anxin—be they human, spirit, or demon—must die. Even if she has the ability to protect herself, as her husband, I have the right to ensure her safety for a lifetime. It is my responsibility."
"I always thought you were just playing around; I didn't realize you truly loved her, just as Su Yi once deeply loved you." The King smiled, his breath weak but his smile growing brighter. "I once told myself that love is not possession. But only after losing her did I understand that love without possession is nothing but lifelong pain for someone like me. No matter what I do, I cannot forget her."
"If you cannot forget, then remember forever. Whether it is pain or joy, since you have loved, do not regret it and do not cause harm."
Jun Chong released his grip, and the King's body fell backward, landing flat on the ground. Yazhen immediately jumped down from the recess and nervously approached the King, wanting to help him but feeling somewhat timid.
"Your Majesty."
Underworld Dynasty extended her hand; Yazhen joyfully went over to support him. The King rose with her assistance, his chest stained with blood but already beginning to heal automatically. A dark aura seeped from his left brow and merged with the black mist, causing the wound to heal in an instant.
"Because of the Demon King's self-healing ability combined with his innate healing power, he will recover." Shizui suddenly spoke up, his tone light yet devoid of any lingering despair from previous failures; instead, it carried a sense of understanding and relief. "That strike should have been his victory, but at the moment he attacked Jun Chong, he hesitated for just a moment."
Jun Jun looked over there with a faint smile and said, "He was trying to seek death just now. Since death is inevitable, it’s better to die at Jun Chong's hands than elsewhere."
"Not only that." Shizui shook his head slightly, frowning. "The Demon King's malevolent intent suddenly weakened at that moment as if something had suppressed it." He gazed around seriously. "If I'm not mistaken, someone else must have intervened just now."
I asked, "Who was it?"
Shizui pressed his lips tightly together, and after a while, he finally spoke, his thin lips moving as he slowly uttered two words, "Pray."
I was taken aback and instinctively glanced at my left wrist where the Mystic Spirit Bracelet had vanished. My heart trembled, and I clenched my fist tightly.
"Everything is over."
Jun Chong emerged from the recess, riding the Golden Qilin as it trod upon clouds, exuding an extraordinary aura, reminiscent of a king's return. His gaze and the energy surrounding him sent chills down my spine, yet inexplicably made my heart flutter.
"Anxin, come up."
He extended his hand towards me, his strong arm inviting. As my delicate hand slipped into his palm, my feet lifted off the ground in an instant. The familiar coolness enveloped me as he held me tightly around the waist. In that moment of embrace, my restless heart finally sank into tranquility.
"Jun Chong, welcome back."
A smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, his brows and eyes softening with a tenderness reserved only for me. "Anxin, I have returned."
Sometimes, the phrase "I have returned" carries a thousand unspoken words and encapsulates the longing brought by our long separation. Nestled in his arms, I felt the coolness behind me and couldn't help but laugh in happiness.
"Do you still have strength?" Jun Chong asked them. Shizui nodded, and Lianchi also nodded in agreement. "In that case, let's leave."
"Alright."
Jun Chong patted me and prepared to depart on the Golden Qilin when suddenly, the voice of the Underworld King echoed, "Anxin, the Underworld Marriage Agreement is merely a pass; the Qilin Hairpin is your most genuine proof as a couple. No matter what happens, never let the Qilin Hairpin break."
"Why?"
I turned back; this was something Pray had told me before, but I still couldn't understand the connection between these two things.
"What’s wrong?"
Jun Chong noticed my unease and patted my head. I looked at him in surprise, then turned to see the solitary figure of the King of the Underworld standing in the wind. In an instant, I understood that his words were meant for me alone.
"Nothing."
I lowered my head, anxiously staring at the Qilin Hairpin in my palm. The King of the Underworld's voice came again, "Anxin, this time I let go. The next time we meet will be when Jun Chong opens the final seal. At that time, I won't hold back. Take good care of Jun Jun."
A sigh escaped him, hiding countless sorrows. I watched as the shadow of the King of the Underworld grew smaller behind me, my heart becoming increasingly complicated.
The King of the Underworld had his own sadness and bitterness, along with what he called compassion. Sometimes, living came with indelible responsibilities; even when consumed by darkness, he was still the King of the Underworld.
A wedding had turned out like this; perhaps it would become a lifelong joke! But I knew that the bride he most desired would always be Su Yi.
On the way back to Fragrant Blossom Pavilion, Mu Yan had already arranged everything. Jun Chong and I were the last to arrive. He held me without saying a word and went straight to our room.
I felt his trembling grow heavier, realizing he had suffered greatly today. Having lost too much spiritual power and forcibly absorbing Hellfire, he could not possibly be unscathed.
"Jun Chong, how are you?"
I helped him sit on the bed. His crimson robe was tattered and torn; since both Hellfire and the King of the Underworld's attacks were spiritual in nature, there was no blood seeping from his wounds, but the injured areas were surrounded by a dark aura.
The Sealing Spell on his left cheek had appeared when we left the Underworld Palace and had yet to fade away. Jun Chong's breath grew weaker, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.
"I'm fine." Jun Chong reached out to touch me. "I just need to rest a bit; don’t worry."
"You’re hurt so badly; how can resting be enough?" I rolled up my tattered sleeve and used the Qilin Hairpin to make a small cut on my arm. Blood immediately surged from the wound, and I quickly offered it to Jun Chong, my tone unusually firm with him. "Drink this."
"If I don't drink, will you be angry?" I nodded, but he smiled and shook his head. "If I don't drink, you'll be hurt, losing too much blood. It would be dangerous for you to give me more."
"If you don't drink, then don't touch me again."
I was furious, and Jun Chong was taken aback for a moment. Then his eyes curved, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
"Then if I drink, does that mean I can do whatever I want? You have to follow my mood? Then kiss me first."
I didn't mean it in that way, but his words made me blush. Looking at his rarely pouting lips, I hesitated for a moment before leaning in. What was supposed to be a light touch turned into something deeper as he held the back of my head firmly.
The tenderness that had been absent for so long erupted in that moment. I deliberately bit my lip, letting him swallow the mixture of our blood. He instinctively resisted, but I tightened my grip around his neck, sitting on him and refusing to let go.
My lips hurt, but my heart was filled with joy. He said my blood was very useful to him, so as long as it could help him, it was worth it no matter what.
"You fool, don't you feel pain?" Jun Chong ruffled my hair, and the dark energy surrounding him diminished significantly.
"I'm very happy being kissed by you, so it doesn't hurt." I spoke honestly, my face burning hot. But I didn't forget that he needed more blood. I extended my injured arm. "It's already cut; not drinking would be a waste!"
"You really shouldn't do this again in the future, understand?"
Jun Chong sighed and shook his head with a smile, helplessly lifting my hand to his lips.
"Jun Chong, being drained by you is also a kind of happiness for me."
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