"Do you know his background?" He felt a sudden tension in his heart as he said this. "Han Tao."
Han Tao didn't get up, but instead reached out and pulled Fu Mingxu over, making him sit down beside him.
A large hand landed on his waist, and the steady, warm breath calmed his mind.
Han Tao forced him to look at him directly. Fu Baobao squeezed between the two of them, twisting and turning, but her eyes were bright and sparkling. She slapped her hands on their legs.
"Father, Mother! When are we going home?"
Fu Mingxu looked at him, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
In response to his question, Han Tao's thin lips parted, his posture extremely upright, "You might not believe it..."
Fu Mingxu quickly moved closer, wanting to hear more clearly.
“Fu Baobao is indeed our child.”
A cool breeze blew through the hall, causing the autumn lotus to sway from side to side. The fish that Fu Baobao had chased away earlier gathered under the autumn lotus and met up.
"thump."
Fu Mingxu's legs went weak, and Fu Baobao fell off his lap, but Han Tao caught her with lightning speed.
"Impossible!" He jumped to his feet, his voice booming. "I don't remember ever having a child!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Baobao burst into tears, crying, "I am my mother's child!"
The demonic sound exploded, and the fish that had gathered under the autumn lotus scattered in all directions, disappearing from sight.
Han Tao, however, was much calmer than him. He quickly placed Fu Baobao to one side and helped him sit down, then pulled Fu Mingxu directly into his arms.
Fu Baobao didn't find his father and mother's sitting posture strange; in his memory, the two had always been so affectionate.
Of course, the little boy didn't know that this was called "sticky," because he had seen it so many times that he just thought it was normal.
But in front of such a despicable person, Fu Mingxu felt as if his whole body was on fire, and his cheeks quickly turned red.
"Speak up, put me down!" he hissed in a low voice.
Suddenly, Han Tao's hand somehow reached into his lower abdomen and pressed down hard. It was as if a thousand electric currents surged into it, and a blue tail appeared out of nowhere.
"Wow! Mommy's tail is so beautiful!"
Before Fu Mingxu could react, a golden tail popped out again.
"Wow! Daddy's tail is so majestic!"
Fu Baobao was engrossed in watching, completely unaware of what was being whispered in Fu Mingxu's ear.
“Mingxu, if you hadn’t inherited the Zhuzhao clan’s legacy from the beginning, and only had the Merfolk’s legacy, your body would have been like that of a complete Merfolk.”
"When merfolk meet their lovers, they will differentiate into different sexes, but both men and women have reproductive cavities."
His breath became hot, and his blood surged with excitement as his guess was confirmed.
“In another time and space, you received the inheritance of the merfolk, we fell in love, and you gave birth to my child.”
“Fu Baobao has traces of time travel, and he carries the blood of both of us. This is the proof.”
As the words fell, Fu Mingxu's gaze froze in the void, his body motionless, as if he had entered a petrified state.
Han Tao kissed his cheek and didn't say anything more, letting him slowly process the fact.
Fu Baobao's appearance allowed him to avoid making the wrong choice in advance, namely, that returning to the Dragon Clan's ancestral land could not prevent everything from happening.
After a long while, Fu Mingxu's eyes moved. He poked Fu Baobao's soft little face and squeezed out a voice from his throat: "Is this really my child?"
Han Tao nodded slightly.
Fu Baobao nodded heavily.
Fu Mingxu stammered, "Then we can just support him from now on?"
The two, one big and one small, nodded in unison.
Fu Mingxu quickly retracted his fishtail and let out a long breath: "Thank goodness, I won't get pregnant now."
"Ah, then my sister..." Before Fu Baobao could finish speaking, Han Tao covered her mouth and threw her into the pool to play with the fish.
As Fu Mingxu watched the little mermaid swimming happily below, a soft and warm feeling belatedly welled up in his heart. "How amazing."
He and Han Tao somehow obtained each other's bloodline in this peculiar way.
The two watched Fu Baobao play happily in the pool for a long time.
As dusk fell, Fu Baobao was taken back to the folded space and then placed back into the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror for safety reasons.
Fu Mingxu wholeheartedly agreed. After all, Fu Baobao had disappeared right under his nose in the alchemy room. If Han Tao's message hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have been scared half to death.
The moonlight was as clear as water, and Hantao was as warm as ever tonight. Fu Mingxu was so captivated by it that he didn't realize he was being tightly gripped by the golden dragon's tail until it was too late to react.
"Hmm."
The night was alluring, and Fu Mingxu was caught between two fiery passions, tossing and turning in painful pleasure, unable to distinguish between torment and ecstasy.
Within the heavy curtains, the golden dragon's tail tumbled incessantly, with only a patch of snow-white peeking out from within.
Under the dim candlelight that barely penetrated, the dragon scales shimmered with a moist, watery sheen, as if sprinkled with morning dew.
...
The result of this excessive indulgence was that Fu Mingxu didn't get out of bed until the afternoon. He rubbed his temples and realized he couldn't continue like this.
Just as he was about to step out of the folded space again, he was blocked by Han Ying. He;
"Master Fu, the master said you should wait for him to return." He dutifully relayed the message.
Fu Mingxu didn't think much of it and took a step forward. "It's okay, I'll go outside to buy some medicinal herbs and wait for him to come back."
As he spoke, he vaguely sensed that Han Tao was much busier than before.
To his surprise, Han Ying blocked his path again, her tone stubborn: "No, Master said that Master Fu should wait here."
This is really strange.
He squinted and asked, "Did your master tell you to obey me?"
Han Ying nodded truthfully.
"This is it." Fu Mingxu patted his sleeves, glanced at the empty lake, and said, "Tell me, what happened outside?"
Fu Baobao in the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror is also gone, and he's not in the lake either. Only Han Tao, whose soul has merged with his, can open it and take him away while he's asleep.
Han Ying, who was struggling with whose advice to take, was taken aback.
Fu Mingxu looked away and shrugged. "Never mind, I'll go see for myself."
Han Ying quickly stopped him, her words flowing rapidly but her tone completely flat: "It's chaotic outside."
"The sun has disappeared, demonic energy is surging, the war between good and evil has begun, and the master has been summoned by various sects to exterminate the demon race."
Fu Mingxu never expected that in just over a month since he had not left his home, the outside world had undergone earth-shattering changes.
"Han Tao, where are you now?" He didn't waste any more time with Han Ying, and immediately spoke after the message was connected, "Don't tell me it's safe here. Do you think Han Ying can keep an eye on me?"
The other end of the call was very noisy, but Han Tao's voice, which had paused and then resumed, was clearly audible.
“At the Tianxuan Sect, I’ll have Han Ying escort you here.” He knew Fu Mingxu wasn’t just saying it.
"Okay." Before interrupting the communication, Fu Mingxu thought for a moment and quickly asked, "Have the other dragons all left?"
"Yes." That was Han Tao's answer.
No wonder he found the city lord's mansion unusually quiet.
Fu Mingxu eventually stepped out of the folded space, and as soon as he stepped out of the array's defensive area, he sensed that something was wrong.
He hurriedly walked out of the city lord's mansion and found that the once bustling street was now only occupied by a few scattered people. The shops that used to be packed with customers were now mostly closed, and the few remaining shops were deserted.
Looking up, the thick, dense fog blocked out most of the sunlight, making the whole world gloomy.
The world lost its color, and desolation filled the scene. In a daze, Fu Mingxu thought he had arrived in the time and space of Hantao, the place where demons had fallen.
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Chapter 103
Fu Mingxu's feet were planted firmly at the entrance of the city lord's mansion. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, only to realize that everything that seemed like a dream was actually reality.
"Master Fu, be careful." Han Ying instinctively stepped in front of him.
Someone came running frantically from a distance, howling in pain as he ran, his whole body radiating undeniable agony.
Fu Mingxu saw that chaotic demonic energy was emanating from his body.
Behind the fleeing man, the figure of a Sword Sect disciple appeared, and a flying sword shot out against the wind, accurately piercing the man's chest.
One fatal blow.
The people who were just running away turned into corpses, which were quickly disposed of by magic. Everything that had just happened was nothing but a passing cloud.
The few people who were still on the street earlier had disappeared, and all the remaining shops closed after the incident.
Thick clouds drifted and moved across the sky, but no matter how they moved, not a single ray of light shone through the gaps in the clouds to continue illuminating the earth.
"What happened?" Fu Mingxu didn't understand why such a change had occurred in such a short time. He looked at Han Ying and asked, "When did this change happen?"
The Sword Sect disciples on the street glanced in their direction, but instead of approaching, they chose to leave directly.
Han Ying's unremarkable face seemed to be repeating: "A month ago, many sect disciples fell into demonic possession, and to this day, those who fall into demonic possession are no longer limited to cultivators."
Fu Mingxu's brows furrowed. "You mean, mortals?"
Only cultivators and demons have ever been possessed by demons; there has never been a mortal possessed by a demon.
However, Han Ying simply nodded seriously.
The fact that such a fantastical speculation was confirmed caused the unease that had been nagging at Fu Mingxu to resurface, surging forth like a tidal wave and instantly overwhelming his mind.
Only when the Heavenly Dao is destroyed, the laws collapse, and the Six Paths cease to exist, can a mortal who has lived for less than a hundred years fall into demonic possession.
This means that there was true devastation and loss of life.