Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 193 - 121 "How about a true three-way cultivation?

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Within Hidden City, the stone statue inside the City Lord Mansion vibrated, shedding layers of dust, which scattered in all directions like a fog in the deafening collapse.

Zhu Nanzhi waved her right hand, dispersing the swirling dust, her expression indifferent as she observed the scene around her.

Thousands of years passed like the dust falling swiftly, sinking into the river of time, never to be seen again.

Thick blood flowed from the shattered stone statue, staining the fragments on the ground, forming a river inside the palace like the previous Sea of Consciousness lake.

Bang—

A dull bone wing suddenly extended from behind the massive stone statue embracing the Ancient Platform, with a few golden feathers falling, confirming Emperor Kong’s half-demon identity.

Hybrid of the Golden Winged Roc and Human Clan.

But with just this identity, no one could discern what actually happened thousands of years ago.

Why was the half-demon Emperor Kong the first to become an Immortal?

Why did he choose to stand with the Human Clan?

And why did he later disappear into the river of history?

Can these hidden histories only be answered in the Upper Realm?

Those who care about this matter will always care until they find answers, but those indifferent will remain so from start to finish.

The sounds of scattered battles gradually subsided, Zhu Nanzhi turned her head to look at Lu Jin’an standing beside her, an unbreakable tenderness and concern in her azure eyes.

Only when the starlight completely faded did she notice her husband’s body covered in blood.

The originally white robe was also stained blood red.

Enduring the pain of Body Refining, her husband also killed Emperor Kong’s Divine Soul, the danger only truly apparent now.

Not far away, Mu Qingyue, who had pointed the ’Morning and Dusk’ sword tip at Lan Cangjun’s throat, nodded slightly at Jiang Wuya and Qi Xingyu, then sheathed her sword and walked towards Lu Jin’an.

During the process of Nine Stars Body Tempering to kill the Divine Soul of Emperor Kong, she clearly heard the low voice of Junior Brother.

"So long passed and you’re still not dead..."

"To what extent must you go before you die?"

The Junior Brother’s voice echoed in her mind... ten years gone by, still the same.

Mu Qingyue stopped and looked at Lu Jin’an drenched in blood, her left hand involuntarily tightening around the sword sheath.

As if all the surrounding sounds vanished, a faint smile flickered at her lips.

Ten years have passed, Junior Brother is still that same Junior Brother.

Only now, the identity of Wandao Sect Saint, once held by the Eldest Senior Brother, weighs upon him, forcing him to suppress some emotions.

The ’Immortal’ at the Unity Realm Stage brought enjoyment to Junior Brother.

Just like how inadvertently making Nanzhi cry in the ice cave, claiming to have ’gone the wrong way’, but with a very excited response...

A ’demon’ resides in the heart of Junior Brother.

But Mu Qingyue likes this kind of Junior Brother.

’Junior Brother, after we return, you’ll experience even greater excitement.’

Mu Qingyue gently placed her right hand on her lower abdomen, certain that what she intended to do would definitely excite Junior Brother more than the Nanzhi Dao Palace...

The moonlight vanished from the sky, casting a layer of sunlit afterglow on the ancient city.

Clouds in the sky hung low, bringing a slight dusting of light gravel.

Everything seemed to fade from sight, the noise gradually silencing.

All things as if dead, the statue embracing the Ancient Platform would never open its eyes again.

But they couldn’t leave the ruined palace.

The people in the city couldn’t step out of that city gate either.

Without disturbing the murmured discussions of the Eldest Senior Brother stopping, everyone’s eyes turned in one direction.

Lu Jin’an stood up, with surging vigor and blood.

Zhu Nanzhi quickly pinched a spell, a water curtain as a veil, enveloping the surroundings, with a set of clean clothes appearing in hand.

"Hold this for me first."

Zhu Nanzhi handed the clothes to Mu Qingyue, proceeding efficiently to remove the blood-red clothing from Lu Jin’an.

She pursed her lips, eyes rimmed red, silently casting a Water Summoning Technique to cleanse Lu Jin’an’s body.

She couldn’t hold back the tears.

Tears are tools of emotions, the deeper the emotion, the more tears flow.

Lu Jin’an lowered his head to look at her face, she slightly turned her head, with a few strands of hair covering one brow and eye.

Eyes rimmed red like makeup, tears seemed like adornments.

He reached out a clean hand to her cheek, thumb wiping the tears from the corner of her eye: "No more crying."

Zhu Nanzhi looked up at him, opening her mouth as if to speak, but stopped, gently biting her lip with teeth.

Lu Jin’an’s gaze softened, gently patting her head: "Give me a smile, I want to see it."

Zhu Nanzhi adjusted her emotions, looking up sweetly smiling at her husband.

"Much prettier." Lu Jin’an also smiled: "Cry again and I’ll smack your behind."

"Hum~" Zhu Nanzhi wrinkled her delicate nose, softly said: "Come on~"

Mu Qingyue stepped forward two steps, lightly said: "Junior Brother can ’smack’ her face now."

Zhu Nanzhi shot Mu Qingyue a glance, but her azure eyes unconsciously swept past something, whispering: "I haven’t done anything wrong, no need for family discipline."

"Shall I take it for you?" Mu Qingyue suggested.

"Consider the occasion alright!?" Zhu Nanzhi glared at her, with blush faintly surfacing on her cheeks, instinctively inhaling her familiar husband’s scent, hastily said: "Give me the clothes!"

Lu Jin’an smiled at Senior Sister knowingly, understanding Senior Sister was intentionally bringing up an intimate topic... because intimacy is always pleasing.

It was evident from Nanzhi’s reaction.

Mu Qingyue smiled slightly, handing the clothes to Zhu Nanzhi.

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