Chapter 109: Everything Is Beautiful

Liu Changning finished speaking, her spiritual consciousness condensed into a virtual shadow, vaguely embracing the human-shaped Nascent Soul.

A gentle breeze brushed aside Pei Ziyuan’s hair strands. He appeared dazed, a barely visible pink tinge appearing on his jade-white face.

Seeing him silent for a long while, Jing Huan, reclining on a wooden chair in the distance, raised an eyebrow and slowly took a sip of tea.

She mocked: “Everyone says Pei Ziyuan is talented and extraordinary, the number one figure in the righteous path of the spirit realm. In my view, he doesn’t live up to his reputation. Three months ago in the Northern Frontier City battle, you won with greater numbers, which was truly despicable.”

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes challenging: “I’m not as hypocritical as you righteous path practitioners. Today, why don’t we have an open and fair contest, to prove your reputation as the righteous Immortal Pei? What do you think?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding demon clan burst into laughter again.

Everyone knew that three months ago, Pei Ziyuan had been struck by the Demon Lord, with demonic energy entering his body. To fully recover and expel the demonic energy would take at least a year of refinement.

But now, only a little over three months had passed. If he accepted the Demon Lord’s invitation, it would only be courting humiliation.

At the mountain gate, the disciples of Dunshi Immortal Palace, neatly dressed in dark blue, nearly fainted with anger. The magical weapons in their hands emitted clear, crisp ringing sounds, their sword tips pointing across the air at the demon clan members on the other side.

Strangely, the slandered Elder Pei seemed completely oblivious at this moment, showing no anger. Looking closely, his tightly set jawline had even softened a bit.

Seven years ago, after coming out of the chaos space, Pei Ziyuan suddenly realized.

Why did he feel a shameful heat when that person possessed him?

He had read countless novels, but only learned the superficial aspects. He simply thought that love was mostly a burden for him, that men were at a disadvantage in matters of love and affection. Born with a rebellious nature, he felt resistant to submitting beneath a woman, melting into her flesh and blood.

Even if he didn’t cultivate the emotionless path, he disliked writhing and entangling beneath any woman.

But…

Seven years ago, the unexpected dual cultivation, the desperate parting of life and death. Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly.

After countless days and nights of repeated contemplation, he finally understood. All things have cause and effect, yin and yang in harmony.

Falling in love with her perhaps took only a breath, or maybe it was a momentary palpitation in his heart during those few days.

His body would instinctively feel shame when she approached. His heart would beat frantically as if poisoned. On the day of dual cultivation, his Nascent Soul clung obsessively, with true feelings.

All these reactions, it turned out, were just a slow-growing fondness.

He had fallen in love with a female cultivator, escaped death, broke free from the shackles of the emotionless path, and awakened the bloodline power of an ancient divine beast.

Everything was perfect and exhilarating, but from the moment he understood his feelings, he lost his smile.

He didn’t know if she was alive or dead, didn’t know if there was an end to the waiting.

All because of one sentence, “If you fall in love with me, I will surely come back to find you.”

After this, he became like a cypress tree, rooted in Dunshi Immortal Palace, waiting for her to fulfill her promise.

And so, today, he finally waited for her return, reuniting at his most difficult moment.

“I… love you.”

His fingers were trembling, his words incoherent. He had to clench his fist, fingers digging into his palm, to suppress the trembling overflowing from his heart to his chest.

Her virtual shadow paused, the tea-colored eyes rippling with light, shining brightly. The clothes formed by her spiritual consciousness fluttered without wind.

The illusory slender fingers touched the forehead of his Nascent Soul, a heart full of tender feelings turning into gentle caress: “Mm… I know.”

Her voice was naturally tinged with coolness, as if brushing against his ear, pouring into his bone membrane, igniting a fire, making his blood rush and boil.

The ear hidden behind his hair strands quickly turned pink with lightning speed.

Pei Ziyuan moved his lips, and after a while, blurted out his embarrassing situation: “Cang Yun, I can’t beat him.”

“Don’t be afraid, accept his challenge. You’re not alone, you have me.”

Pei Ziyuan licked his dry lips. He looked up and glanced at the ordinary people held at knifepoint by the demon soldiers. Turning his head, behind him were the worried faces of the Dunshi Immortal Palace disciples.

For some reason, his phoenix eyes welled up with warmth. These people were looking at him full of hope.

So he couldn’t fall.

He thought he was an unyielding tree, blessed with extraordinary cultivation talent, born with more responsibilities than others.

Three months ago, he took a blow from the Demon Lord to protect the righteous alliance.

Three months later, he almost sacrificed himself to open the immortal formation, attempting to save the ordinary people in the Demon Lord’s hands.

Because he was Immortal Pei, the number one figure in the spirit realm’s cultivation world.

When the Demon Lord appeared, it was a great calamity for the world, and resisting demons was his responsibility. No one had ever told him, “Don’t be afraid, you have me.”

Only her!

The great tree with lush branches and leaves, the twigs and branches becoming more and more numerous, later the tree was overwhelmed. On this day, a crossbeam was set up beside it, supporting it to continue flourishing.

Pei Ziyuan suddenly relaxed his brow, understanding the source of the emotion welling up in his heart. The corner of his mouth curved up proudly.

He didn’t have a long-lasting love, but he had a thrilling life-and-death parting, a protection and companionship that filled his chest to bursting.

Supporting each other, fulfilling each other. This life was enough.

Liu Changning sensed his relaxed expression and began to probe his internal condition with her spiritual sense.

In Pei Ziyuan’s dantian, there was a mass of demonic energy, originally rampaging and domineering.

After Liu Changning’s spiritual sense entered, it seemed to sense danger and shrank into a corner.

Liu Changning released the small Nascent Soul and picked up the dodging black energy. She crushed it bit by bit.

The Chaos Scripture was originally a heart method created to counter the Demon Lord. Liu Changning’s spiritual sense contained vast chaos energy.

This scattered demonic energy, upon encountering Liu Changning’s spiritual sense, was almost instantly crushed into powder, silently dissipating out of the body.