He thought Le Chao would take the opportunity to attack, but unexpectedly, the other party paused and slapped him with his backhand in an instant, pushing him into the red light.
A chilling feeling immediately enveloped him, and the bone-deep cold rendered him unable to move.
Le Chao watched all this with satisfaction, his mouth opening and closing as if to say, "Good luck."
Even if Fu Mingxu bears the mark of Han Tao, all I can see is him dying under the memorial tablet; what does it have to do with me?
As the bone-chilling cold swept over his body, Fu Mingxu fell into an endless dream.
Unseen by anyone, beneath his eyelids, his black eyes turned azure, and dragon flames erupted from his dantian, transforming into a massive ball of fire that enveloped him.
The red light and dragon flames collided, and the extremely shrill screams made his eardrums bleed.
Flames shot into the sky, like a beacon guiding the searchers.
Fu Mingxu's dream was filled with endless crying, and he felt as if he were trapped in bitter tears and could not wake up.
He witnessed the entire tragedy of Xuan Village, which all began with a spur-of-the-moment decision by the Le Chao brothers.
They wanted to know what a mortal would do if he knew he could cultivate.
The mortal they chose was Xuan Zhong.
To convince him, Le Chao even staged a drama where he fell in love with a mortal and tried every means to help him cultivate.
He disguised the demon's cultivation method as a special one, and opened the demon's spiritual aperture while being affectionate with him.
The claim that the Illusionary Spirit Flower caused the villagers to kill each other was merely a clue deliberately left by Xuan Zhong after he murdered the entire village. By then, he had become a demon, and the mortals were no longer his kind. He killed them without hesitation.
But everything seems to be preordained, and the cycle of cause and effect has never ceased.
After becoming a demon, the Le brothers left without a trace, but they did not expect that the mountain energy of Tai Xuan Mountain had reached a critical moment of condensation, and the condensed Tian Xuan Beast was born in Xuan Village.
The mountain air was so clear that even the minds of demons and ghosts were affected and cleansed.
Having just slaughtered an entire village of people, Xuan Zhong, a demon, regained half of his human sanity.
There is nothing more despairing than learning that you have just killed a loved one with your own hands and then regaining consciousness.
The torment began to haunt Xuan Zhong in an instant. Regret, pain, and resentment became his nourishment. In one day, he entered the path of demons and ghosts, and in another day, he finally embarked on the path of the Asura Ghost.
Finally, he sealed the souls of his deceased relatives who had not yet dissipated within the memorial tablets. Overwhelmed with guilt, he devised a plan to nourish their souls with the flesh and blood of cultivators so that they might never perish.
Forcibly keeping a person's soul in the world not only violates the natural cycle of reincarnation, but also causes the soul unbearable suffering.
But Xuan Zhong, caught between lucidity and destruction, couldn't care less about anything else. Guilt and resentment drove him to do all this, as if doing so could make amends.
"We don't blame him, please help us."
"I don't want to eat flesh and blood, but I'm so hungry."
"Help us...help us..."
Fu Mingxu was trapped in a state of chaos, his primordial energy surging wildly in his dantian, desperately needing something. It wasn't until a dragon's roar descended from the sky that he was jolted awake from his dream, drenched in sweat.
"Thirsty..." His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, his throat was parched as if the desert were scorching, and although he was conscious, he could hardly open his eyes.
A sweet aroma lingered in his nostrils, making him even more eager.
In a daze, his body was lifted up, and a deep voice fell beside his ear: "Open your mouth."
A note from the author:
There will be two chapters updated at 11 pm on Sunday, and then daily updates at midnight.
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"The Charismatic Man Has No Desires (Quick Transmigration)" by Colorful Milk Candy;
Shen Shi is bound to a system whose mission is to transmigrate into the bodies of various dying people. They demand that Shen Shi fulfill their final obsessions in exchange for their souls.
So, an obscure celebrity suddenly became a sensation in the entertainment industry with a single drama, and when countless people began to become his fervent fans, they discovered that he had already passed away.
The arrogant and useless young nobleman in the interstellar world actually possessed S-level mental strength. After single-handedly protecting the Pink Star, he fell into a deep slumber in the silvery-white winter.
The top celebrity in the entertainment industry who once disgusted the original owner, the rich young master who framed the original owner, and the interstellar general who looked down on the original owner, all began to humbly beg Shen Shi for forgiveness, pouring out their heavy longing, their eyes filled with burning love, despair, and madness.
The young man, whose beauty even amazed the gods, simply watched indifferently, his dark eyes reflecting neither joy nor sorrow in the warm glow of the setting sun.
I'm sorry, he's just here to complete a mission. Soon, he will die and leave this world forever. As for your belated sincerity, what does it matter?
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Chapter 26
A burning sensation landed on his lips, and Fu Mingxu instinctively opened his mouth in response to the sound. A thick, sweet aroma wafted into his nose and instantly filled his throat.
The restless, chaotic energy within his dantian was immediately calmed, and he greedily craved more food.
Until his most primal hunger was satisfied, a flush of intoxication spread across Fu Mingxu's porcelain-white face. He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, completely unaware of the source of the food, and fell peacefully asleep amidst the familiar scent.
Inside the ancestral hall, the heavy chains lay broken on the ground, and he was bound to a pillar, his expression crazed like a demon.
As for Le Chao, he did not escape as he wished. Instead, he was beaten back to his original form, his colorful feathers scattered and falling right at his feet.
Xuan Zhong looked at Cai Feng at his feet, a malicious smile playing on his lips.
The memorial tablets had long been scattered on the ground during the fight, and now the red light on them had faded, leaving only a chilling aura.
Zhang Yanran peeked out from outside and saw Han Tao's tall and imposing figure holding Fu Mingxu in his arms, completely shielding him from view.
From her angle, one could barely see a small section of her delicate, fair chin and exceptionally bright red lips.
Ah, as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. It's normal for two people to be unable to resist each other after reuniting in times of crisis, and she understands all of that.
Seeing that her face was flushed, Zhang Hengbo asked curiously, "Junior sister, what are you doing?"
Zhang Yanran was startled by him and quickly covered her chest, saying irritably, "Senior brother, you're so scary! You frightened me."
"I'm sorry," Zhang Hengbo said apologetically. He walked past his junior sister and called inside, "Lord Han, the room you requested is ready."
As the dragon's roar echoed through the night sky, the confinement formed by the gathering resentment above Xuan Village dissipated, and the entire Xuan Village was once again exposed to the night.
Han Tao's identity was revealed the moment his golden eyes appeared.
Zhang Hengbo's previous thoughts were completely extinguished; he was only curious as to why the two had concealed their identities and come here.
However, Zhang Yanran didn't mind. She said that since Lord Han's partner was a mortal, he certainly didn't want to be stared at when he went out for a stroll. This was a matter of personal fun between the two of them, and he, a rigid bachelor, wouldn't understand.
He felt that his junior sister knew so much that he was speechless.
Han Tao's gaze shifted from the crimson expanse, and he fell into a deep sleep, forgetting even to lick the dragon blood remaining on his lips, which were as red as if he had applied a layer of fine lip rouge.
Fu Mingxu was oblivious in his arms, completely asleep after a full meal.
It feeds on dragons and phoenixes, and the gas in its dantian is so special that it can make Long Yan stay obediently to one side, much like the legendary ancient sacred beast Zhuzhao.
However, the ancient times are hundreds of thousands of years away from the present. After the cataclysm, the sacred beasts had already sacrificed themselves to the world, leaving only the dragon and the phoenix. In the end, even the phoenix clan disappeared for reasons unknown.
With the Heavenly Ladder severed and spiritual energy dwindling, the Cangling Continent is no longer able to nurture sacred beasts.
Han Tao had some doubts, but he didn't dwell on them. To him, whether it was a sacred beast or a ferocious beast, it was all just Fu Mingxu.
Even if he can only feed on the blood of dragons and phoenixes, since there are no more phoenixes in this world, he himself is his only need.
Of course, other dragons did not have the opportunity to become what he needed.
Han Tao carefully lifted him up, the person in his arms breathing steadily, only one side of his face was visible.
His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling onto his black outer robe as he moved, making them almost indistinguishable.
"Thank you." Even with someone in his arms, Han Tao easily stepped over the stairs. He nodded to Zhang Hengbo to express his gratitude, then turned and walked towards the tidy-up hut with the person in his arms.
"His aura is so intimidating." Zhang Yanran recalled his sword-like eyebrows, golden eyes, and fierce demeanor, and felt a strong sense of oppression.
Zhang Hengyuan nodded in agreement: "During the war between the righteous and the demonic, it was the main force of Hancheng that saved Guanlan, which gave all the great powers a chance to catch their breath."
“It’s just that Lord Han seems to have fully recovered, while our ancestor remains in seclusion.” Zhang Yanran pouted.
"Junior sister, watch your words!" Zhang Hengyuan was exasperated by her bluntness. He quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching before letting out a sigh of relief. "How could you possibly say something like that?"
Seeing his stern expression, Zhang Yanran felt wronged, but she also knew that he was saying it for her own good, so she quickly begged for forgiveness: "Senior brother, I was wrong, I will definitely not say it again."
Zhang Hengbo clearly didn't believe her, but he had no choice but to say, "With Lord Han's help, we will definitely find the Heavenly Profound Beast, and then we can use it to save Senior Sister."
"You're right!" Zhang Yanran was grateful for her good fortune; with Han Tao's promise, she was certain that the Heavenly Profound Beast would be within her grasp.
Thinking of their senior sister's predicament, the two immediately lost their joking mood and could only pray to find the Heavenly Mystic Beast as soon as possible.
"Alright, junior sister, you go and rest first." He glanced inside the ancestral hall and then said, "I'll keep watch."
Xuan Village was originally affiliated with Tianxuan Sect, so the culprits who massacred the village were naturally handed over to the sect for handling.
Judging from Lord Han's expression, he clearly had no interest in this Asura Ghost.
As for the phoenix whose fate is unknown, it has a deep karmic connection with that Asura ghost, so let's take it back with it.
Zhang Yanran's arrangements were meaningless to him. Since the Heavenly Profound Beast had not yet been found, the two decided after discussion that Zhang Hengbo and the other disciples should escort the Asura Ghost back to the sect first, while she would stay in the Heavenly Profound Mountain to wait.
As the night deepened and the dew grew heavy, Zhang Hengbo insisted on keeping watch, and she did not refuse, but went to rest first.
Fu Mingxu, meanwhile, had already rolled onto the clean bed with his blanket and drifted into a sweet dream.
Han Tao sat on one side of the bed, and with a flick of his wrist, the dragon flame in his dantian quietly emerged and obediently landed in his palm.
"You're quite clever." He chuckled as he looked at the location of Fu Mingxu's dantian. Long Yan jumped up, as if seeking praise.
He hadn't expected that the wisp of dragon flame he had previously separated had somehow developed its own consciousness and was even subconsciously nurturing its master's dantian.
Han Tao looked at the dancing flames, forced a drop of his essence blood from his fingertip and merged it into the flames. The originally slightly golden flames seemed to have eaten a highly nourishing food, and suddenly shot up very high.
The dragon flame instantly expanded by a large circle.
As if sensing something, Fu Mingxu turned over in his sleep and mumbled, "Smells good."
Han Tao had already taken off his black outer robe and tossed it aside, so he was only wearing his own loose-fitting blue robe. When the dragon blood was absorbed into his stomach, it inevitably caused a feeling of heat. Although the effect was not as strong as that of the ancestral phoenix blood, he subconsciously pulled his clothes up a bit while wrapped in the quilt.
The blue robe was made of ordinary material, and after the earlier ordeal, it was already at its limit. Then, after being torn apart by his instincts in his sleep, a section of his fair and delicate collarbone couldn't wait to come out and breathe.
The house was simple and the candlelight was dim, but the person on the bed had black hair that cascaded down, flushed cheeks, fine beads of sweat on his nose, and a porcelain-white, slender neck.
Dark hair, red lips, and snow-white skin complement each other; each color possesses a unique beauty, and together they create a breathtakingly beautiful appearance.