Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 951 - Love Debt

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Time passed, and the Xuan Ting Demonic Island gradually returned to peace, though faint traces of the great battle remained.

Two days after the battle, Demon King Xuan Ting led his Four Great Demon Lords to the Huyan Demonic Island and decimated the Huyan Demon Sect, annexing the island under the Xuan Ting Demon Sect.

The century-long conflict between the two islands finally came to an end.

Next, he reported the matter of the Ye Clan seeking revenge for Ye Zimo to Demon Venerable Ping Shan.

Enraged, Shan ordered an investigation, leading experts from the Sky Suspended Demon Palace to descend upon the Ye Clan—none survived the ensuing bloodbath.

The huge purge shook the entire Ping Shan Demonic Domain. Everyone felt the demon venerable’s rage.

Many powerful demon sects and clans were deeply unsettled.

It was clear that the massacre of the Ye Clan wasn’t just punishment for breaking a major taboo—it was a warning, ensuring other forces didn’t follow suit.

Those harboring thoughts of revenge quickly abandoned them, intimidated by the massacre.

As for the black-robed man, Demon King Xuan Ting knew nothing of his identity, and despite Demon Venerable Ping Shan’s investigation, no traces were found. In the end, the matter remained unresolved.

One day, Chen Fan woke up from his dreams. He opened his eyes and saw Xuan Shitong sitting at the side, quietly cultivating.

He balled his hands into fists. A surge of strength spread throughout him.

An extremely sharp light flashed in his eyes. His pitch-black eyes were deep like the starry sky. He felt like he had limitless strength.

“What is going on?”

Chen Fan sat up.

He felt no discomfort aside from slight stiffness. His injuries had recovered long ago. What was even more shocking was his sudden breakthrough into the fourth-level Manifestation realm.

How was this possible?!

Xuan Shitong finally opened her beautiful eyes. Seeing Chen Fan awake, she smiled with joy. “You’re awake.”

Chen Fan looked at her. She had always been stunning, but now she radiated an even greater charm as if something within her had changed.

He blinked his eyes.

During this period of time, he had been dreaming—dreams filled with both cultivation and... other things.

Aside from that, he also cultivated in his dreams, over and over again.

Over and over, those experiences repeated, and Xuan Shitong appeared in them the most. A trace of embarrassment flickered in his eyes.

“You... are you alright now?” Xuan Shitong asked, noticing his dazed look.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, “I’m good now. You... Why did you do that? Haaa...”

“You know everything?”

“I was in a coma, but I had a vague sense of what happened. To save me, you... why go that far?”

She smiled and said, “I did it because I wanted to. No need to feel guilty. I never said you have to take responsibility.”

She had read about the method in an ancient record long ago. By uniting with Chen Fan and channeling a unique art, she healed his injuries and also gained something herself.

She had advanced from the half-step Manifestation realm to the first-level Manifestation realm.

She had only recently reached the half-step Manifestation realm and was still discovering her Martial Soul. Yet, she had quickly condensed her Martial Soul and advanced to the Manifestation realm.

Sensing the faint desolation in Xuan Shitong’s words, Chen Fan felt a sting in his heart.

He knew she liked him. Perhaps at first, she had only wanted to tease him, but over time, her feelings had changed.

However, he couldn’t stay on the Myriad Demon Islands, so he had deliberately avoided the issue, unwilling to owe this kind of debt.

Alas, fate had its own plans—what shouldn’t have happened, happened.

And it would be a lie to say he had no feelings for her.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fan held Xuan Shitong’s hand and said, “Am I that heartless? I never responded to your feelings because I can’t stay here. You know that—”

Before Chen Fan could finish his sentence, Xuan Shitong turned away, throwing him a playful yet captivating glance. “Alright, I don’t wish to hear that right now. Since you’re not a heartless man, then, my man, can you be a little more proactive?”

Her face flushed as she spoke.

Chen Fan was stunned, but he immediately came back to his senses. The scent of her fragrance, the sight of her stunning beauty—it made his mouth go dry.

Some things were like Pandora's box; once opened, they were impossible to stop.

And since he had already accepted her in his heart, there was no need to pretend otherwise. That wouldn’t be manly.

Immediately, Chen Fan’s eyes turned fiery, and his breathing became rugged.

Looking at Xuan Shitong’s charming and tender red lips, Chen Fan placed a light kiss on them and whispered, “My princess, I’ll be happy to oblige.”

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air, followed by a melody of passion that seemed to reach the heavens.

A long time passed. With a final, restrained roar, the room returned to silence.

Xuan Shitong leaned into Chen Fan’s embrace lazily, her face still showing a lingering flush, her gaze charming, looking even more tender and beautiful than flowers.

“My man, will you tell me about yourself?”

Xuan Shitong propped herself up and stared at Chen Fan, her face filled with anticipation.

“What do you want to know about me?” Chen Fan smiled and said, caressing Xuan Shitong’s smooth skin.

“I want to know everything about you on the Tianwu Continent.”

“Alright, then. I’ll give you a rundown.”

Chen Fan began recounting his past—from his hometown, Xuanyang City, to his time at the True Martial Academy.

Xuan Shitong listened to it very seriously, never interrupting.

“That’s pretty much it.”

“So, your senior sister Qin Yao is your fiancée?” she asked at last, sounding a little down as she leaned against him.

It turned out that she was not Chen Fan’s first woman. How infuriating.

Chen Fan couldn’t help but break out into a smile. This woman was being jealous. Stroking her soft hair, he said, “Mmm, that’s right, but of course, you are, too.”

“That’s more like it.” Xuan Shitong smiled and continued, “I know that you won’t stay at the Myriad Demon Islands, even after this. I won’t ask for much—just don’t forget me.”

Chen Fan tightened his arms around her. “Rest assured.”

Suddenly, Xuan Shitong looked down at Chen Fan from above, licking her lips and said, “Man, I want more.”

After saying that, another moving melody rang out in the room.