Chapter 132
At present, the ancestor of the blood clan had just revived and was still afraid of the sunlight.
This demon dragon, however, seemed to fear nothing at all.
For now, all they could do was try to wear it down…
“Captain Zhao, we’ll do our best!”
A few soldier-level demon slayers, with the aid of firearms, finished off all the minor demons and continued their assault on the demon dragon.
But just then, an unexpected change occurred!
A beam of sword light shot in from the west, piercing through the demon dragon.
Following that flying sword was the ethereal figure of a young girl.
It seemed she was oblivious to the people around her. With a flick of her wrist, she danced the sword, creating a flurry of sword marks that tore the demon dragon’s body into pieces, leaving only its head behind.
“What… what is this…?”
“A Sword Immortal! A female Sword Immortal!”
The crowd gasped in astonishment.
Zhao Ying’s pupils constricted as she leaned out of the hatch to get a better look.
As one of the core members of the Demon Slayer Division, she had some knowledge of its secrets—specifically, the Kunlun Xian Palace.
The Kunlun Xian Palace had ten thousand stone steps.
The strongest general-level member of the Demon Slayer Division had only reached the one hundred and eighth step.
And on that one hundred and eighth step, a scene depicting a Sword Immortal emerging from the mountains had already unfolded—amidst towering peaks, countless sword cultivators flew on their swords, creating a magnificent and grand spectacle.
The ethereal figure of that female Sword Immortal bore a striking resemblance to the sword cultivators in the mural.
Who was this female Sword Immortal?
What was her connection to Chen Huai'an?
Zhao Ying felt her mind spinning.
This female Sword Immortal was breathtakingly beautiful, with a graceful figure and a natural demeanor. No matter how one looked at her, she was clearly a real person’s ethereal image, not some technique born from a companion spirit.
At that moment, the girl stood before the dragon’s head. She didn’t continue her attack but instead reached out a hand, gently caressing Chen Huai'an’s face.
The surrounding soldier-level demon slayers held their breath, but their eyes sparkled with joy, for it seemed the demon dragon’s regeneration ability had been suppressed, and the flesh that had been shredded by the sword energy did not transform into minor demons.
This demon dragon…
It seemed to be under the girl’s control?
…
Meanwhile, deep within the soul.
Li Qingran was sobbing while holding the dragon-carved coffin, her tears and snot smearing the coffin lid.
She felt that her late arrival had caused her master to lie in the coffin.
“Cough, cough, I’m not dead yet. Why are you crying?”
The sudden muffled voice from inside the coffin startled Li Qingran.
She sniffed, blew a bubble with her snot, and quickly wiped her tears and snot away, grabbing the edge of the coffin: “Master, I’ll open the coffin for you right now!”
Chen Huai'an: “…”
What kind of talk is that?
Was he some ancient zombie?
Li Qingran gritted her teeth and pulled with all her might, but the coffin lid wouldn’t budge. She even tried to kick it with her foot, but it was no use.
Chen Huai'an sensed the commotion outside and suggested, “Uh, why don’t you try using your sword to split the coffin open?”
What Li Qingran heard was:
【The demon dragon has refined part of your master’s bloodline; you only need to sever the flesh shackles beneath the coffin to open it!】
Li Qingran followed the instruction.
Chen Huai'an felt the restraints on him loosen.
Seeing his girlfriend’s urgency, he kicked the coffin lid, sending it flying open.
The coffin lid soared into the air.
Chen Huai'an also soared into the air.
From the flesh, several demon dragons emerged, stubbornly trying to devour Li Qingran, but this time Chen Huai'an was ready.
Now that he was free, in this subconscious realm, he was the true emperor.
“Get lost—!”
Chen Huai'an merely grunted.
The demon dragons trembled and shrank back.
The blood and flesh in the entire subconscious space began to retreat, hiding into the corners of darkness.
They hadn’t completely vanished; they were like a group of concealed venomous snakes, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He was about to see his disciple again—how exciting!
Chen Huai'an slowly descended from the air.
He began to tidy up his appearance.
Hmm, he was wearing a dragon robe, and his mental state was quite good.
After all, being deep within the soul, in his own world, he could have whatever he wanted.
Chen Huai'an landed gracefully before Li Qingran, with the black-scaled sword at his side, chin slightly raised, and his narrowed eyes sharp as blades.
He had even added the black dragon effect.
A shadowy black dragon coiled around his robe, swirling with clouds.
In Li Qingran’s eyes, he must have looked incredibly handsome.
Because in her gaze, he saw joy and guilt, along with an increasing amount of concern and worry.
Hmm?
He was standing there perfectly fine; what was there to worry about?
“Disciple…”
“Master.” Li Qingran spoke before Chen Huai'an could finish. She wiped her eyes, stifling the ache in her nose, and said in a choked voice:
“Master, why is your hair gone? It must have been those monsters! They trapped you in the coffin and even cut your hair to humiliate you…
Ugh~ QAQ It’s all my fault! If only I were stronger, if only I could have made the Baicao Detoxification Pill sooner…”
At her words, Chen Huai'an’s face turned pale, and he trembled all over.
Hair?
He reached up to tug at his own hair.
Oh no!
He had forgotten to grow his hair!
This was bad!
Hadn’t he completely ruined his image in Li Qingran’s mind?
No, wait, this was his subconscious!
It was just a dream!
What was there to be anxious about?
Calm down, stay steady.
Yet, that moment of panic was still caught by Li Qingran, whose eyes were solely on her master.
Master is so cute~
Li Qingran thought to herself, unable to help but smile through her tears. She clasped her hands in front of her, pouted, and with her head lowered, she said softly, “Master, don’t worry. Even without hair, you’re still very handsome… especially in my heart, you’re the most handsome master in the world!”
Hmm.
That was something Li Qingran would say.
Chen Huai'an felt a surge of happiness in his heart.
“Thanks to you for coming in time today. What reward do you want? Just tell your master!”
“Reward…” Li Qingran bit her lip, her eyes hiding shyness and a rosy hue. She kept glancing at Chen Huai'an’s face, as if wanting to say something but hesitating.
Chen Huai'an waved his hand grandly: “Don’t hold back!”
Li Qingran mustered a bit of courage, but her gaze darted away, not daring to meet Chen Huai'an’s eyes. After a long pause, she stammered, “Master… I just want a hug, is that okay?”
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Chapter 141: General-Level Containment Object—Chen Huai'an
Li Qingran’s small hand was soft and warm, feeling like she was holding a tiny, plush kitten paw.
Chen Huai'an reminisced about the place where Li Qingran had just left.
The hug never materialized.
As soon as he grasped her hand, a spatial rift appeared behind Li Qingran.
In the blink of an eye, she was sucked away…
Indeed, when it came to spring dreams, one could never reach the final step.
With the alarm ringing, it was forcibly cut short.
“If Li Qingran were a real person, her hand would feel just like this, right?” Chen Huai'an squeezed his right hand, feeling a tingle inside.
What a pity this was a dream, a subconscious realm.
Otherwise, he would definitely smell it and not wash his hands for days.
The world of flesh and blood began to collapse.
The subconscious was entering a revival phase.
Chen Huai'an knew he was about to wake up.
…
“Captain Zhao, that female Sword Immortal has disappeared!”
“The demon dragon has also vanished. Chen Huai'an is still unconscious, but he seems to be stable! Should we approach?”
“Let’s observe for now.” Zhao Ying put down the walkie-talkie, her nerves taut. From what had just happened, it seemed the female Sword Immortal had slain the demon dragon, but it could also be that she merely suppressed it.
What course of action to take next would depend on Chen Huai'an’s condition upon waking.
“By the way, Captain Zhao, I’m sorry to report that the rescue team only found Director Luo’s body in the market. It has already been handed over to the coroner’s office.”
“Okay… I understand.”
Zhao Ying clenched her fists, sorrow glistening in her eyes.
That man had ultimately died, hadn’t he…
He had even said he would repay her life in the future.
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