Death?
It wasn't that easy.
Chi Ji might be stupid and naive, but she had a background.
Inside her dantian was a mark left by her father, the demon god.
This mark would automatically trigger when she encountered a life-threatening crisis.
It would form a protective barrier to save her life.
It was for this very reason that Xu Xian had slashed out with that sword without any hesitation.
Of course, the Little Book Spirit also knew about this because it was the one who had told Xu Xian just moments ago.
When that sword slashed out, the rampaging sword intent naturally affected her physical body as well.
The thought-mark had triggered, saving her life.
It was simply the shock of the energy that had caused her to lose consciousness briefly.
Xu Xian used spirit infusion to wake her up.
Chi Ji coughed violently. "Cough, cough, cough—"
She saw that the youth wasn't missing any limbs, then looked around at her surroundings, asking blankly, "We won?"
Xu Xian shrugged, acting casual. "Isn't it obvious?"
After the night's events, Chi Ji’s heart was already numb. She wasn't shocked or surprised by this; it was as if his victory was a matter of course.
She stood up and said to herself, "Bai Mang, I owe you a life."
Xu Xian quickly corrected her, "No, you only owe me a million Shadow Soul Stones."
Chi Ji froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "Fine, as you wish."
Xu Xian rolled his eyes. "What do you mean 'as I wish'? Isn't this what I deserve?"
Chi Ji didn't argue. She completely dropped her posture and asked for his advice, "What do we do next?"
Xu Xian's gaze inconspicuously drifted toward a certain spot in the deep forest before he quickly retracted it. He said casually, "Back to the town."
Chi Ji's brow furrowed.
Back to the town?
Wouldn't that be dangerous?
But she swallowed the words she was about to say. She didn't think she was stronger than Bai Mang, nor did she think she was smarter than him.
"Let's go."
"Mhm."
The two rode the wind, traversing the valley streams and returning to Ze Capital.
Ze Capital at this moment was already unrecognizable. It had lost its original appearance entirely, and there wasn't a single sound; it was a wasteland.
After landing, Xu Xian found the previous square and began to sweep the battlefield.
He flipped things over.
And over again.
The complaints from his mouth never stopped for a moment. "I'm really fed up; everything's been smashed to pieces."
"If I'd known, I should have picked them up first."
"This sword is an earth weapon, tsk tsk. What a pity, it's broken... forget it, I'll keep it to sell as scrap iron."
"...."
Witnessing the whole process, Chi Ji's lips couldn't stop twitching.
Originally, she couldn't understand why Xu Xian wanted to turn back.
Even though he had killed everyone, this place was still a place of trouble.
Logically.
They should have stayed as far away as possible.
Now.
She understood.
He came back to loot the corpses.
She couldn't help but think to herself, 'He really is a money-grubber.'
In the past, she hated money-grubbers.
But today, Bai Mang was an exception.
She completely failed to notice that in the silence, while he was searching for items, Xu Xian had buried eight spirit papers drawn with blood in eight corners of the ruins.
After a while.
Amidst the youth's nagging, a figure emerged from the night and landed between the two.
Seeing the newcomer.
Chi Ji, who had been in low spirits all night, was overjoyed. "Uncle Prince Yan!"
Xu Xian also looked up from the ruins, his movements slowing unnaturally.
A flash of gloominess brushed past his eyes.
Chi Yan was clad in battle armor, burly and robust. His red hair drifted in the night wind as he slowly scanned the surroundings. He possessed an imposing aura without even being angry, and he asked in a low voice, "What exactly happened?"
Chi Ji hurriedly explained. They were ambushed, everyone was dead, and she particularly emphasized that Bai Mang had saved her, or else she wouldn't be seeing him.
After listening, anger flickered in Chi Yan's eyes. He looked at Xu Xian, scrutinizing him for several moments before speaking to thank him.
Xu Xian was indifferent, saying it was nothing.
He told Chi Ji that he had been inconsiderate and failed to protect her safety, leading her into danger, and that he was at fault.
Chi Ji said he couldn't be blamed for that.
Chi Yan asked again, did they know who those people were?
Chi Ji said the leader was a woman with the surname Lan at the greater demon king stage.
Chi Yan deliberately sank into thought.
Chi Ji pressed further, asking if Chi Yan knew who the person was.
Chi Yan gave an ambiguous answer.
During their conversation, Xu Xian approached nonchalantly. Hearing the footsteps.
Chi Yan became alert and intended to turn back to look.
But unexpectedly, his attention was drawn back by Chi Ji.
She kept asking questions incessantly.
An impatient look appeared on Chi Yan's face, but he still forced himself to stay calm. "Let's leave this place first. I will personally escort you back."
"Mm-hmm!"
Chi Ji nodded obediently.
Just as Chi Yan was about to speak, Xu Xian, who was at his side, suddenly lunged forward.
Holding a heavy sword in his hands, he charged. The sword's edge went straight for the other's head.
However...
It was as if Chi Yan had been prepared all along. When the sword was only a fist's distance from his face, he quickly raised his hand and gripped the blade tightly.
The cultivation of the greater demon king stage erupted around his body; the sword couldn't move forward even half an inch.
The quiet town was suddenly filled with surging winds and flying dust.
The two were at a standoff.
Wait pulsed with energy.
Chi Yan stared at Xu Xian, a cunning look appearing at the corner of his mouth. He asked playfully, knowing the answer, "Boy, what are you doing?"
Xu Xian narrowed his eyes and played dumb. "Nothing, just wanted to test Prince Yan's skills."
Chi Yan sneered, "Heh... Test? What a 'test'. Didn't anyone ever tell you to never point your sword at your own people?"
His own people?
Xu Xian just wanted to say that he specialized in killing his own people.
But before Xu Xian could speak.
A spear was thrust into Chi Yan's chest.
Poof!
Chi Yan, who was completely off guard, was pierced through by that immortal demon spear, even though he was at the greater demon king stage.
Chi Yan was stunned.
Xu Xian was also stunned.
The gaze of both men followed the spear almost simultaneously to look at its owner.
Indeed.
It was Chi Ji.
Xu Xian's eyes widened. Was this girl really this gutsy?
Chi Yan's face was full of disbelief. "Why?"
The girl who had been all smiles a moment ago seemed like a different person now. Faced with the questioning, she was incredibly indifferent and didn't say a word.
She only used both hands to keep pushing the spear forward with all her might.
With his other hand, Chi Yan gripped the immortal demon spear to prevent it from advancing any further, giving a self-mocking laugh.
"Hehe, I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that this commoner could see through it, and you, you stupid girl, saw through it too, hehe..."
Chi Ji glared fiercely at Chi Yan and spat at him. "Bah, you traitor."
Chi Yan was amused and stopped pretending. He raised his head high, narrowing his eyes as he looked down at them disdainfully. "Traitor? This prince has always been loyal to the demon race, not your father. Where does the word 'traitor' come from? If you want to talk about traitors, your father is the traitor—weak and incompetent, a spineless fellow."
Chi Ji cursed, "You are not worthy of speaking about my father like that."
"Is that not the case?"
Chi Yan's words were filled with provocation and mockery.
Xu Xian heard everything...
This story.
Must be very interesting. What a pity, he couldn't keep watching.
While the two were talking, he took the initiative to let go of Wait. At the moment Chi Yan turned back to look, he launched a mental shock at close range.
Chi Yan lost his focus for a split second.
Xu Xian took the opportunity to step forward, grabbing Chi Ji by the waist with one hand.
Tucking her under his arm, his movements accelerated. His other hand formed a seal as he chanted an incantation.
"Formation, rise!"
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