Chapter 107: Volume 1, Chapter 107   Demonic Venerable x Nine-Tailed Fox x Orthodox Sect Master (12)

【Huo Xiu Bai Hatred Value 60】

The system's voice sounded in her ear, not giving Jiang Zhi time to turn around, as a icy sword qi swept past her face, which Fu Xue dispelled with a raised finger.

"Why has Sect Master Huo come here?" Fu Xue looked at the youth flying on his sword with leisure, asking unhurriedly.

Huo Xiu Bai's face was grim, killing intent filling his entire pupils, he stared fixedly at Jiang Zhi's direction, the longsword tightly gripped in his hand trembling and humming.

"Come here."

Having entered the Great Vehicle realm yesterday, his spiritual energy within was extremely unstable, surging and churning inside his body.

Jiang Zhi noticed in her peripheral vision that he showed signs of going into demonic deviation.

A flicker of interest crossed Fu Xue's eyes; she clearly hadn't expected the sect leader of the Riding Sword Sect to actually fall into demonic deviation.

He cultivates the Ruthless Dao; once he stirs emotion, he will fall into the Heart Demon Mire, unable to extricate himself.

"She is my wife now." Fu Xue said slowly, her slender fingers lifting the girl's hair tip and gently twirling it.

Huo Xiu Bai's brows and eyes were as calm as usual, but the tear mole at the corner of his eye faintly darkened with black aura.

777 exclaimed: "Host! Not good, the male lead is about to fall into demonic deviation!"

Jiang Zhi felt the male lead before her was dangerous and did not want to go over as he said.

On one side was the antagonist Fu Xue, on the other side was the male lead Huo Xiu Bai, about to blacken and fall into demonic deviation.

She really felt her scalp go numb.

"Brother Seven, I should be under the car, not inside the car."

Watching the two erupt with chilling killing intent, she felt a subtle illusion.

——She felt like the most superfluous person.

Before she could act, Huo Xiu Bai shot over like a bolt of lightning.

The cold-colored sword edge was icy as a tide, turning into a silver afterimage, breaking through the layers of tranquil, clear moonlight.

Jiang Zhi's vision blurred; the man beside her and the youth not far away vanished.

Following that came a terrifying, awe-inspiring collision explosion.

Jiang Zhi quickly found a safe, concealed spot where she wouldn't get hurt and stayed there.

Just moments ago the night sky was silent and dark; now it was bustling extraordinarily, sword shadows illuminating the whole sky as if it were daytime.

A booming roar sounded in her ear, and gusts of fierce night wind, like a swimming dragon, blew through the entire forest behind her.

777 watched, heart pounding: "Host, aren't you going to manage this?"

Although battles between the male lead and antagonist are common in the plot, right now the male lead's spiritual energy is unstable, he just broke through to a new realm, so he couldn't be a match for the antagonist; if they kept fighting like this, the male lead would probably lose his life tonight.

Jiang Zhi curled her tiny body behind a towering ancient tree, astonished she retorted: "I can barely protect myself now… besides, the antagonist won't kill him, just let them fight."

777 wondered: "Why not kill him?"

The antagonist and male lead are natural born enemies; how could they kindly let him go?

Jiang Zhi squatted on the ground, almost cracking melon seeds, she said: "In this world, who else could be a match for the antagonist? If even Huo Xiu Bai, the only one who could oppose him, died, how boring would he be."

Before the world's plot was even halfway through, Fu Xue was already a max-level powerhouse. With no opponent under heaven, how boring could it be? Thus in the story, Fu Xue spends most of her time in secluded cultivation.

So after seeing the male lead Huo Xiu Bai's potential, the antagonist waited and waited, until the story's end, finally getting the chance to battle him. After the great battle, the antagonist and male lead perished together.

Tragic and moving.

When Jiang Zhi finished reading this ending, she was dumbfounded.

She had never seen such a fresh and unconventional world ending.

If the world's label weren't male-oriented romance, she would have thought it was something else.

Now this battle won't end so quickly; as Jiang Zhi watched, she grew drowsy, shifted to a comfortable position, lay down, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The whole world belongs to Jiang Zhi's heart the most; even now she can still sleep.

The entire cultivation world witnessed this battle, unable to sleep, anxiously awaiting the end of this great war.

The battle lasted two days and two nights, and finally ended.

Jiang Zhi was squatting on the tree trunk, eating watermelon, watching Fu Xue stand with hands behind her back in midair, while Huo Xiu Bai fell from the sky.

She promptly chanted a spell, firmly caught the youth's body, and placed him on the soft grass.

The youth had not yet lost consciousness, his face pale, blood trickling from the corner of his lips, his silver-blue Daoist robe stained with blood.

He slightly lifted his gaze, staring in her direction; the tear mole at the corner of his eye was as bright red as blood.

"You… what is your name?"

Jiang Zhi was surprised that, despite his blurred consciousness, he still wanted to know her name.

She helplessly sighed, her delicate white fingers pushing aside his messy black hair at his forehead.

"Huo Xiu Bai." She softly called his name, then quickly withdrew her hand without mercy: "Forget me."

She cut off a tail, healed his wounds, and incidentally erased from his mind any memory of her.

Since he is not the mission target, his feelings are not important to her.

Rather than letting him sink deep into heart demons, it's better to let him forget the root of his heart demon.

Huo Xiu Bai sensed her intention, suddenly reaching out to tightly grip her wrist; his jade-green eyes gradually darkened, carrying an almost pathological possessiveness.

He seemed to have become another person, discarding his pure and proud appearance, the corners of his eyes tinged with crimson:

"No… no… I don't want…"

——Forget you.

Before the youth could finish speaking, he suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

"You're so heartless." Fu Xue appeared behind her at some point, her narrow eyes deep and unfathomable, exuding a barely perceptible chill.

A surge of displeasure and inexplicable hatred welled up from the depths of his heart.

As if he had personally experienced it countless times, a suffocating sharp pain surged from his chest for no reason.

Jiang Zhi stood up, smiling brightly as she looked at the man behind her, "Husband, you actually like green hats, huh."

Fu Xue: "???"

What is a green hat?

Jiang Zhi didn't care whether he understood, she walked straight up to him, tiptoed closer, her eyes filled with stardust, dazzling beyond compare.

"Husband, you still haven't remembered me, have you?"

The girl's voice was clear and tender, light and pleasing to the ear.

Fu Xue listening, however, felt a hint of familiarity.

As if he had heard this voice long ago.

The faint, intricate demon markings at the corner of his eyes flickered with an elusive light, bringing a tingling, dense ache.

Fu Xue repressed the urge and tugged at his thin lips.

Now he was certain: the memories he lost ten years ago were related to her.

"What is your name?"

Jiang Zhi gave him an annoyed, flirtatious glare and said angrily, "Back then you used to call me Xiao Tian Tian, and now you don't even remember my name!"

Fu Xue: "......"

What did he call her ten years ago?

The man stood there dazed, his expression vacant, obviously stunned by her wolfish words.

Jiang Zhi saw him standing there like an honest person, curled her lips into a smile, and said, "My name is Zhizhi, but you always call me Lady."

She slightly lifted her chin, her snow-white cheeks flushed with a faint blush.

Fu Xue, too, was a person who had lived over ten thousand years; meeting those eyes, she quickly averted her gaze.