This is human territory. If A-Shu uses demonic energy, she might be discovered. She should focus on resting more.
A-Shu glanced at her, her curled eyelashes drooping, her tone filled with grievance: "I sleep all day, how can I possibly fall asleep?"
"You can sleep." Shen Ange pulled her into the room, made up the bedding for her, tucked her in, and comforted her, "Go to sleep."
Ah Shu, huddled under the covers, blinked and then obediently closed her eyes.
Shen Ange closed the door with satisfaction, preparing to discuss the past Demon Realm with Chang Bo.
After she left, A-Shu opened her eyes, then smiled. She lay motionless on the bed, and an extremely pure demonic energy silently entered Fu Shanqing's room.
...
Fu Mingxu hugged the blanket and fell into a deep sleep. After his breathing became steady, Han Tao, who had been sitting on the ground, slowly got up.
He held his breath and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching.
Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, with a few strands playfully clinging to her porcelain-white chin.
Han Tao's fingers twitched, and in the end, he couldn't resist and gently lifted and placed those few strands of dark hair.
After doing all this, he felt a dryness in his throat, but thankfully he remembered what he was planning to do and stopped in time.
After confirming that the defensive array in the courtyard was indestructible, Han Tao transformed into a golden light and arrived in front of Fu Shanqing in the blink of an eye.
The other person, who had been looking pained with their eyes closed, suddenly opened their eyes the moment he arrived.
Han Tao looked at him coldly, her voice as cold as ice water in winter: "You know why I came."
In the small room, an intimidating pressure swept over him, and Fu Shanqing felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe, and his heart and lungs felt like they were about to explode at any moment.
He coughed up blood instantly, and when he looked up again, Han Tao was still silently staring at him.
Those golden eyes held nothing but coldness; the way they looked at you was no different from looking at a dead person.
Fu Shanqing was terrified, but he struggled to maintain his composure: "The city lord came so late at night. Who else could it be for but my cousin Fu Mingxu?"
Such a dragon, who should have been indifferent to love and desire, actually fell in love.
If he hadn't sent Fu Mingxu to marry a woman to bring her good luck, would everything be different today?
Perhaps because his emotions were churning too intensely, Fu Shanqing unconsciously blurted out what was on his mind.
There was a moment of silence in the air, and Han Tao's eyes held only a hint of anger and indifference.
He said, "You cannot step into the city lord's mansion."
If it weren't for Fu Mingxu, no one could have entered the city lord's mansion to offer a wedding for good luck.
Fu Shanqing assumed he was referring to the Heart-Questioning Stone in the City Lord's Mansion. A look of embarrassment crossed his face as he struggled to maintain his last shred of dignity: "I can give Fu Mingxu the information he wants. I wonder what the City Lord can offer me?"
His heart began to pound, as if he were anticipating something.
Han Tao didn't even glance at him, and said coldly, "I can make you and Fu Haoren switch lives."
"What do you mean?" Fu Shanqing's eyes widened. He opened his mouth, his voice dry, "Are you telling the truth?"
For him, the idea of limb regeneration that Fu Mingxu spoke of was not as appealing as what Han Tao had mentioned.
An inner disciple of the Immortal Sect, a disciple of a Nascent Soul True Person—that's what he wanted from the very beginning.
Han Tao didn't want to say more to him, and said in a deep voice, "Of course it's true."
Fu Shanqing remained silent for a long time, his mind racing with thoughts, weighing various interests, before finally nodding in agreement.
"I've made the deal."
The slave mark in his consciousness constantly reminded him of his past experiences, and the hatred had long since precipitated into the most potent poison over the course of his days.
Han Tao didn't ask any more questions. After hearing this, he said, "Dao Heng will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning."
Despite Dao Heng's promise, with the slave mark in his consciousness, it remains to be seen which Nascent Soul cultivator would be willing to take him in.
After the transaction was completed, Fu Shanqing obediently told him all the information about Fu Yangxue and made a vow to prove it.
Having obtained what he wanted, Han Tao had no intention of staying any longer.
As Fu Shanqing watched him leave without hesitation, he inexplicably thought of Bai Lengxia, whom he had befriended before. Now that Bai Lengxia was dead, and he himself had ended up in this wretched state, he wondered where he had gone wrong.
But ultimately, Fu Mingxu is no longer someone he can outmaneuver.
After figuring things out, he was already thinking about what to do after returning to the Tianxuan Sect.
So, when Fu Mingxu woke up, he learned that Fu Shanqing had returned to Tianxuan Sect.
"Are you kidding me?" He looked at Han Tao across from him in disbelief.
Shen Ange stood to the side and said with certainty, "He really didn't lie to you. It was indeed Dao Heng Zhenren from Tianxuan Sect who came to pick up the person."
Fu Mingxu, clutching the message talisman in his palm, asked in confusion, "What exactly is going on?"
"The Heavenly Profound Sect has changed its sect leader, and it will handle any unhealthy practices impartially." Han Tao didn't want to waste his time on such a person, so he sent a message to Dao Heng that night, and Dao Heng agreed.
Upon hearing this, Fu Mingxu was surprised, but since Shen Ange had witnessed it firsthand, and Fu Shanqing had relayed the information on the talisman, he didn't dwell on the matter.
He eagerly opened the message talisman and, sure enough, heard the words "Island of No Return".
Fu Shanqing didn't actually know much; most of what he knew came from his father, Fu Shoude. But one piece of information caught his attention: Fu Shoude possessed a map leading to Wuwang Island.
The reason was simple: at the time, Fu Yangxue was still the head of the Fu family, and Fu Shoude was his trusted younger brother. With his own son still young, he hadn't expected to be gone for so many years, so he naturally explained the relevant matters to Fu Shoude.
Before his rebirth, Fu Mingxu left in a hurry and never thought about this aspect. After his rebirth, his attention was focused on Han Tao's demonic possession, so he didn't notice it at all.
After obtaining the clue, Fu Mingxu didn't want to stay here any longer and couldn't wait to return to Yunhan City.
After the two left Shen Ange's shop, he pondered for a moment before saying, "How about I go and buy a flying magic artifact first?"
I don't even know where Wuwang Island is yet, and I can't fly, so I really should buy a flying artifact.
He estimated the remaining pills in his storage bag and figured it wouldn't be difficult to sell them for spirit stones to buy a flying magic weapon.
The two walked side by side through the market, the sunlight pouring down from above, the bustling crowd around them, full of the lively atmosphere of everyday life.
Fu Mingxu scanned the surrounding shops, clearly looking for a shop selling magical artifacts.
Han Tao lowered his eyes, his brow furrowing for a moment before his expression quickly returned to normal. He said calmly, "There aren't any good flying magic weapons in this market."
Just as Fu Mingxu was about to speak, he heard him say, "They don't fly very fast."
Fu Mingxu, who had just spotted a shop selling Buddhist artifacts and was about to head there, paused and withdrew his foot.
No, if he's going to buy one, he'll naturally want a flying artifact that flies very fast.
My cultivation level is low, and my attack power is insufficient. I can't be slow when I'm trying to escape.
Fu Mingxu had a very clear understanding of himself. He looked up and met the golden eyes, asking, "Do you know where there are any flying magical artifacts that can travel very fast?"
"I know." Han Tao suppressed the palpitation in his heart when their eyes met and spoke up at the right time, "Inside the City Lord's Mansion of Yunhan City, there is the fastest flying magic weapon on the Cangling Continent."
Fastest!
Fu Mingxu keenly caught those two words, instinctively moving closer to him, gripping his sleeve tightly with one hand, his eyes gleaming: "What flying artifact? What kind?"
When he heard the whispers around him, he realized that he had been too excited.
"Are those Lord Han and his partner? They seem to have a very good relationship."
Fu Mingxu: Nonsense!
"Look, his partner has jumped into his arms. As expected, the dragon race is bold and their affection is truly enviable."
What a mess! He jumped into my arms and all that nonsense!
Fu Mingxu's cheeks flushed as he listened, and he suddenly remembered that this was in public. He quickly let go of her hand, maintaining a semblance of composure.
Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Han Tao's gaze fell on the flush on his face, his voice low and seductive: "Come back to the city lord's mansion with me, and I'll give it to you."
A note from the author:
Audience: Give it to him? Give him what?
Chapter 62
"Give you what?" Fu Mingxu's mind went blank for a moment, but when he realized what he meant, his face turned bright red. It took him a while to recover, "I meant a flying magic weapon!"
Han Tao seemed not to understand the meaning behind his words, and simply repeated, "I will give it to you."
The market was bustling with people, and many eyes were secretly glancing this way, so it was clearly not a good place to talk.
Fu Mingxu felt that his skin was much thicker than before. At this moment, he didn't even have the urge to cover his face and run away. Instead, he pursed his lips and said, "I will give you spirit stones."
As they spoke, the two quickened their pace and returned to the courtyard. He saw Han Tao standing there with his back straight and silent, and thought he regretted selling him the flying artifact from the city lord's mansion.
But Fu Mingxu didn't want to let go of the flying artifact that was almost within his grasp.
"Even if I don't have enough spirit stones right now, I can refine pills, and I'll be able to gather enough." He was very tempted by the fastest flying magic weapon. With this top-quality weapon, he didn't want to think about anything else.
After the two entered the courtyard, they stood facing each other. Just as Fu Mingxu was trying to persuade him, Han Tao suddenly reached out and closed the courtyard gate.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and both of their hearts skipped a beat.
The tall, imposing figure leaned slightly towards him, his aggressive aura drawing ever closer, his brilliant golden eyes fixed on him with turbulent emotions.
Fu Mingxu's upturned eyelashes trembled twice, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
"I don't want spirit stones." Han Tao leaned forward, blocking the sunlight behind him. His breathing quickened, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "Can you give me something else?"
Others?
Fu Mingxu didn't quite grasp what he meant, but the other person's powerful aura made his mind race. He blurted out, "Do you expect me to repay you with my body?"
After he finished speaking, he almost bit off his tongue.
Han Tao did want him to repay him with his body, but he knew that the other party was just saying it casually and could not take it seriously.
Besides, if he were really asked to repay this favor with his body, he was sure Fu Mingxu would run away as fast as he could.
In just two days, all the peach blossoms on the Lingtao tree have fallen, leaving behind a tree full of lush leaves dancing in the breeze.
Fu Mingxu retreated to the tree and was imprisoned by Han Tao, whose expression in his golden eyes startled him.
"What do you want?" He was forced to crane his neck and stammered, "Never mind, I don't want your flying artifact anymore."
He thought that if he said that, Han Tao would let him go, but to his surprise, the other party shook his head: "You have to."