Chapter 112: Volume 1 Chapter 112  Demon Lord x Nine-Tailed Fox x Righteous Sect Leader (Complete)

"What are you thinking?" Huo Xiu Bai suddenly sat beside her, his silver-blue Daoist robe taking on a cold hue in the moonlight, just like his whole person, aloof.

Jiang Zhi came to her senses, shook her head, "Nothing."

After disguising herself, she showed no trace of her original appearance; even the aura on her body was concealed, and no one could discover her true identity.

The rogue cultivator before them had an ordinary appearance, but his cultivation level was higher than that of the group behind him; his slender, slightly petite build made it hard to tell his gender from afar.

Huo Xiu Bai himself didn't understand why he was acting so unusually, taking the initiative to chat with him.

If it were before, he would never have done this.

Perhaps the rogue cultivator before him gave him a feeling of wanting to get close.

Jiang Zhi felt a little nervous; before her was not only the male lead, but also an avatar of the old pervert Yun Jin.

Given his unusual discernment ability, she didn't want to say more than a couple of sentences to him, fearing he would recognize her.

Fortunately, her disguise was quite perfect; the male lead Huo Xiu Bai exchanged a few words with her and then left.

Tonight's nightfall differed from usual; thick black mist blanketed the sky, the air filled with an unsettling aura. If they remained in this environment for long, these cultivators would likely become evil puppets controlled by demonic energy.

As she had expected, in the middle of the night, one or two of his sect's disciples fell into nightmares, quickly becoming emotionless, consciousness-less evil puppets.

Huo Xiu Bai seemed to have anticipated this; at the moment they turned into evil puppets, he bound them with the utmost speed.

"The demon lord's demonic obstacle is too terrifying; we might die in it before even reaching the demon realm." The Tianshan Sect elder looked as if he had aged a hundred years, his brows and hair turned white, his eyes full of feeble oldness.

They could withstand the demonic obstacle, but some of the juniors who followed them could not resist it.

Huo Xiu Bai, true to his role as the male lead, possessed strong leadership; a few words from him quickly soothed their panicked hearts.

Jiang Zhi watched, and a feeling of admiration rose unbidden in her heart.

With him leading this group into the demon realm, the outcome of this battle was hard to predict.

Just as her thoughts raced, the demon horde poured out in full force, countless demons spreading outward in a black mass, moving with purpose.

And the pitch-black silhouette hanging in the air, seen through the dim, mixed demonic obstacle and black mist, was chilling.

"It's the demon lord!!"

"He actually came out! It seems we don't even need to go in to find him; he's basically walking into the net himself!!"

"Sect Leader Huo, how should we respond?"

The crowd became noisy and clamorous; Huo Xiu Bai slightly raised his hand, and his voice suddenly fell silent.

"A few elders and I will slay the demon lord together; the rest will eliminate those demons!"

As soon as his words fell, everyone sprang into action.

Meanwhile, Fu Xue, standing in midair, had already seen them, looking down from above as if they were insignificant ants.

Huo Xiu Bai's cultivation now matched his; he gripped the Life Sword and cleaved the heavens.

Myriad Swords Return to the Origin.

Highest Sword Technique of the Riding Sword Sect.

In an instant, the black mist dissipated, and all the surrounding demons were trapped within a barrier, unable to move.

Fu Xue coldly observed this scene, finally facing the youth before him squarely.

"Sect Leader Huo, long time no see."

The casual remark fell into Huo Xiu Bai's ears; his expression remained cold, and he sent a mental transmission.

"Where is Zhizhi?"

As soon as the words "Zhizhi" left his mouth, Fu Xue's jet-black pupils were instantly shrouded in gloom; his thin lips parted, his voice sounding as cold as an abyss.

"Have you seen her?"

In almost an instant, the man's silhouette flashed, appearing before Huo Xiu Bai; the latter dodged swiftly but was still seized by the throat.

Their cultivation levels were the same, but Huo Xiu Bai was ultimately no match for Fu Xue.

"Have you seen her?" Fu Xue's narrow eyes suddenly spread dense, intricate demonic patterns across the corners, even the whites of his eyes turning black, making him look especially terrifying.

On the other side.

Jiang Zhi, hiding in the crowd and watching this scene, was filled with shock.

"No way, Huo Xiu Bai just remembered me?"

"How long has it been? Her fox tail must be a fake product, right?"

777's voice trembled: "Huo Xiu Bai actually remembered long ago; this demon-subjugation assembly was initiated by him, painstakingly planned just to eliminate Fu Xue."

"And then rescue you."

Jiang Zhi felt that this plot development had already split apart.

777 kindly reminded: "Host, the male lead Huo Xiu Bai's Love Points and Hatred Value have both reached 100."

"And the villain Fu Xue's Hatred Value is still 10."

Since Jiang Zhi learned that the next world is a punishment world, hearing anything causes no ripple in her.

"What is a punishment world?" Although she has never been there, she has heard of it.

The Rapid Transit Department also has many who have entered the punishment world, but few come out alive. Even if they do, their spirits are on the verge of collapse, unable to return to the department to complete missions.

Jiang Zhi, however, is not particularly afraid of the punishment world.

Compared to this present world with its dangerous villain, the punishment world is nothing at all.

First, let's finish the final step of this world.

Before Fu Xue could kill Huo Xiu Bai, Jiang Zhi called out "Fu Xue."

Fu Xue suddenly turned around and saw a vague silhouette hidden in the black mist.

As the figure drew nearer, he finally saw her face clearly.

That face he had been dreaming of.

Jiang Zhi swept past him and landed on Huoxiu Bai, whose breath was faint, her lips slightly pursed.

Let him go.

Fuxue's narrow eyes darkened like deep ink, "Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhi's vision went dark, and the man appeared before her, his tall, straight figure shrouded in thick shadows that enveloped her whole body.

His cold fingertips brushed her cheek, stopping at the corner of her eye, lightly rubbing; she dodged his fingers.

"Fuxue!" She lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes squarely; her expression spoke volumes: "I painstakingly approached you, even fabricating the lie of our marriage when you lost your memory."

Fuxue's lips curled into a gentle smile, without a hint of blame: "It's fine; you were originally my wife. Marrying you, I have no regrets."

Although he said that, the man didn't dodge her evasion, reaching out to pull her into his embrace; his sharp jawline pressed against her neck as he deeply inhaled her scent.

"Zhizhi, come back with me. I can forget everything that came before."

Jiang Zhi had long grown accustomed to the man's pathological obsession and his possessive urge to control her.

His Hatred Value refused to rise, even though he knew she had been deceiving him all along.

Fuxue is a villain unlike any in all worlds; his gentleness and tolerance are limited only to her.

All of this is because he does not want to lose her.

No matter what Jiang Zhi said, it was useless.

Only by leaving him would Fuxue hate her.

As soon as that thought arose, an invisible surge rose around them, isolating all demon cultivators; the Fuxue tightly holding her was also tugged by a powerful force, loosening his grip.

"Zhi… Zhizhi…"

He wanted to reach the girl surrounded by the vortex, but no matter how he tried, he could not move forward.

Jiang Zhi's last fox tail appeared behind her; all her disguises vanished, restoring her true appearance.

The red dress fluttered up in the wind, her skin like congealed fat, whiter than snow, a hint of rouge at the corners of her eyes and lips.

The peerless beauty of the Three Realms, a nine-tailed fox demon, the finest top-tier furnace; with every frown and smile she captures souls and seizes spirits.

Countless demon cultivators and martial artists beneath her sank into her presence, gazing up obsessively, losing consciousness.

"Fuxue, this must end." Jiang Zhi hesitated not, cutting off the last tail and tossing it into midair.

Everything around seemed to stall; the air ceased to flow, and breath could not be transmitted.

But soon, the pervasive demonic obstruction qi in the world purified and dispersed; a warm light poured down from the horizon, as if announcing to the world that peace was about to return.

And the source of the demonic obstruction, Fuxue, watched as the girl flew toward him like a beam of light, until she fell into his embrace.

Just as tens of thousands of years ago, he was still the demon spawn born of heavenly and earthly demonic qi, imprisoned in a lightless abyss, tormented day and night.

He thought the world was nothing but darkness, without any light.

But the girl appeared like a beam of light in his world, giving him a temporary pair of eyes to truly see the world.

At that moment, he thought, "So that's how warm light is."

If only he could keep that beam of light by his side forever.

"Zhizhi."

"..."

"Don't leave me."

Jiang Zhi quietly watched as the man's body gradually turned transparent.

He was about to vanish from this world.

When all demonic qi had disappeared, his fate was already sealed.

Jiang Zhi let him kiss her brow and eyes, feeling a hint of warmth, as his silhouette likewise dissipated.

【Fuxue the Villain Hatred Value 100, congratulations Host on completing the mission; due to the failure of the second task, the next world will enter a punishment world.】

【Wishing the Host good luck.】

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