Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The time spent in Qingwu Valley, in the month after the reunion, seemed to be coated with a layer of warm honey. The dead silence and madness of fifty years were dispelled by the fresh breath of Nanxiang, and replaced by a kind of tranquility and satisfaction that was almost dreamy.

The dim morning light shines through the window onto the two people sleeping in each other's arms.

Su Chen's sleeping face had lost all the gloom, and the ginkgo mark on his forehead was flowing with a soft warm gold under the light. Nan Xiang woke up first, leaned sideways to support her chin, and her fingertips vaguely traced his deep contours, from his handsome brow bone to his slightly pursed thin lips, and finally landed on the mark that was connected to her life, with an indelible tenderness in her eyes.

As he fell asleep, he subconsciously tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his arms. It was a possession that went deep into his bones, but it also carried a sense of cherishment after having lost her and then regained her.

The atmosphere of fireworks in the courtyard was rekindled.

In the kitchen, Su Chen was wearing a plain apron that Nan Xiang had found from somewhere, and was concentrating on processing the silver-scaled fish that he had just caught from the stream. His movements were not skillful, and even a little clumsy. The former Buddhist disciple and the later demon lord were obviously not proficient in this, but his focused expression was as if he was carving a rare magic weapon.

He carefully removed the scales and cut open the belly. The clear water washed over his bony fingers, washing away the killing and blood that had once stained his hands.

Nan Xiang came in barefoot, like a cat stealing fish, quietly. She looked at Su Chen's serious face, and a sly look flashed in her eyes.

While he turned around to get the spices, she quickly picked up a pinch of salt and maliciously sprinkled it into the belly of the fish he had just seasoned for steaming, and even stirred it a little.

Su Chen seemed to sense something and turned back suddenly. Nan Xiang was already leaning against the door frame with her hands behind her back, her head tilted, smiling innocently and brightly, her golden ginkgo leaf hairpin swaying gently in the morning light:

"Little monk, what are you eating today? It smells so good!"

Su Chen's gaze swept across her clean fingers and then fell back on the innocent fish. There was no blame in his dark eyes, only indulgent helplessness and an almost invisible smile.

He walked over and gently pinched the tip of her nose with his water-stained fingers: "Little troublemaker."

The voice was low and pleasant, with a slight hoarseness from the morning, like a feather scratching the tip of the heart.

He did not expose it, but silently rinsed the fish and seasoned it again.

That indulgent attitude, as if no matter what she did, she was worthy of his greatest patience and tolerance.

In the afternoon, under the ginkgo tree.

Su Chen sat in the wheelchair that Nan Xiang usually sat in - now it had become her exclusive "viewing seat".

Between his slender fingers, he held the dark red clay xun that looked like tears of blood.

He lowered his eyes and slightly opened his thin lips, and the distant and desolate sound of the xiao flowed out. It was no longer the loneliness and despair of the past, but the peace that had settled over the years and blended into the warm sun, like a mountain stream, slowly flowing through his heart.

Nan Xiang did not sit next to him, but lay lazily on the ground covered with thick ginkgo leaves, with her head resting on his bent legs.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and the corners of her lips were curved in a comfortable arc.

When the song ended, she didn't open her eyes, but reached out her hand, groped for a strand of his white hair, twisted it around her fingertips and played with it, her voice filled with a satisfied sigh:

"It sounds good. My little monk, you play it really well."

Su Chen looked down at her unreserved dependence and praise, and his heart seemed to be filled with warm spring water.

He put down the xiao, and covered her hand that was playing with his hair with his big hand, interlocking their fingers, silently conveying the lost and regained peace.

The setting sun melts gold, stretching the dependent figures very long.

This tranquility, like an exquisite glass cup, was eventually ruthlessly shattered by the violent force.

One evening a month later, the originally clear sky above Qingwu Valley was suddenly torn apart by colorful lights!

Sword energy is everywhere, Buddha's light is shining everywhere, immortal music is faint, and demonic energy is lingering...

The dark crowd of figures blocked the setting sun like dark clouds, and the powerful pressure was like a real tsunami, crashing towards the small courtyard in the valley!

The golden red cassock of the Wanfo Sect, the azure blue Taoist robe with water patterns of the Luoshui Sect, the elegant palace dress of the Lingyin Palace...

The major sects of the Xianmen and Buddhist sects had clear banners and all the elites were present! The leader was none other than the Thousand-Leaf Ancient Buddha, who sat on a golden lotus platform with a compassionate face and a solemn appearance.

Beside him was Ling Quezi, whose face was ashen and eyes were filled with deep hatred, and the Luoshui Sect's head, Shui Yao Zhenren, who had a solemn look on his face.

There was a complicated look on Chu Yinhui's face, while Chu Silian followed closely beside Luo Cong, looking towards the courtyard with eyes full of contempt and anger.

"You evil creature! Come out quickly and be tied up, and hand over the witch and Linglong's heart!"

Lingquezi's voice, filled with tremendous rage, exploded first, like thunder rolling across the valley, causing the ginkgo leaves in the valley to fall wildly.

The gate opened silently.

Su Chen held Nan Xiang's hand and walked out slowly. He was still dressed in white clothes, with his black and white long hair tied up casually behind his head. The ginkgo mark on his forehead was quiet and eye-catching.

The aura around him was restrained, without any demonic energy leaking out. Only those abyss-like eyes flashed a hint of cold sneer as they swept across the powerful enemies.

Nan Xiang stood beside him, wearing a graceful yellow dress and having a beautiful face. Facing this devastating pressure, she looked calm, even with a hint of curiosity, and just tightened her grip on Su Chen's hand slightly.

"Amitabha."

The voice of Qianye Ancient Buddha sounded slowly, with a heavy feeling of compassion for the world, instantly overwhelming Lingquezi's roar, and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"My disciple Suchen... No, now you are no longer worthy of calling me Master."

His compassionate gaze fell on Su Chen, as if he was looking at a poor creature who had gone astray and was hopeless.

"You are the one who carries the exquisite heart. You should be compassionate, save all living beings, and inherit the supreme glory of our Buddhist sect. However, you are stubborn and deceived by a mere monster. You are willing to fall into depravity, betray your master, slaughter your fellow disciples, and commit endless murders! You even use evil methods to change fate against the will of heaven and disturb yin and yang. Your crime is heinous!"

Qianye Ancient Buddha's voice suddenly rose, carrying the majesty of a Buddhist lion's roar, pointing directly at people's hearts.

"Look at the devastated valley behind you! Look at the thousand-mile spiritual vein that you have drained! For your own selfish desires, you have caused the suffering of all living things and the withering of all things! Is this what you call 'love'? Is this the 'Tao' that this witch brought to you?!"

Every word he said was heart-piercing, nailing Su Chen to the pillar of shame as "deeply sinful" and "a disaster to the people". He even pointed the spearhead directly at Nan Xiang, trying to ignite Su Chen's anger with righteousness and public outrage, and stimulate the fluctuations of his exquisite heart.

Qianye Ancient Buddha knew very well that anger, resentment, unwillingness... these strong negative emotions were the keys to catalyze the Linglong Heart and make its power more easily activated!

As he spoke, eyes of scrutiny, contempt, and hatred shot towards Nan Xiang like sharp arrows. Ling Quezi's eyes were red, and he wished he could eat her alive!

Su Chen listened quietly, with no expression on his face, only holding Nan Xiang's hand, warmly and firmly.

Not until Qianye Ancient Buddha finished speaking did he slowly raise his eyes, his gaze penetrating through layers of human figures and accurately falling on the compassionate round face on the lotus platform.

"Master," Su Chen spoke, his voice was calm, yet it had a strange penetrating power, and it echoed clearly in the silent valley.

"Seventy years ago, when you adopted me, you already knew Linglong's heart, right?"

Qianye Ancient Buddha's fingers twisting the Buddhist beads paused for an imperceptible moment, his face still full of compassion: "This is a heaven-sent Buddha fate..."

"Really?" Su Chen interrupted him, with a faint, cold arc at the corner of his lips. There was no anger in that smile, only a cold sarcasm that saw through everything.

"Teach me compassion and kindness, guide me to the Buddha's light, and raise me to the position of a Buddha's son... All of this is just to cultivate me into a purer 'purifying vessel' that can absorb the world's 'filth'. When it is full and mature, it will be available to you, Master... to peel off and refine it, and achieve your ancient Buddha path, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar! Even Shui Yao Zhenren and Chu Yinhui showed a look of doubt!

Very few people know the secrets of the exquisite heart! Su Chen's words were tantamount to tearing open the most unbearable calculations under the compassionate robes of the Thousand Leaf Ancient Buddha!

The compassion on Qianye Ancient Buddha's face finally showed a crack, and his eyes instantly became sharp and cold:

"Evil creature! Stop talking nonsense and slandering our teacher! You have been deeply possessed by the devil, and the devilish thoughts have corroded your mind. You are talking nonsense!"

"Nonsense?"

Su Chen laughed softly, his laughter filled with endless desolation and ridicule.

"How much of the 'dirt' absorbed by my exquisite heart came from this so-called 'righteous path'? Did it come from the trap you set up fifty years ago to seize Anam's heart? Or did it come from the blood debts you have incurred over the past fifty years, when you were greedy and killed lives under the banner of exorcising demons?!"

His eyes swept across the cultivators of every faction present. His gaze was like solid ice, making many people feel uneasy.

"Master, do you want the Linglong Heart?"

Su Chen's voice suddenly turned harsh, like the sound of metal clashing, with a determination to burn everything down.

"Then come and get it yourself! Let's see whether you, the 'compassionate' ancient Buddha image, are more powerful, or whether I, the 'fallen' demon lord, can better bear the 'filth' and anger of this world!"

The moment the words fell, the dormant power in Su Chen's body exploded! It was no longer the cold and introverted one before, but like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years finally erupting!

The monstrous demonic energy rose up into the sky and condensed into solid black demonic flames, burning fiercely all around him!

The ginkgo mark between the eyebrows burst out with dazzling golden light, interweaving with the devilish flames, forming a strange scene of a blend of holiness and evil!

Strands of dark purple magic patterns instantly covered the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and even his neck, like the totem of hell spreading across his pure face!

For fifty years, he has used his heart blood as a guide and himself as a cauldron to nurture the origin seedling of Nanxiang. At the same time, he has also been nurturing and integrating the huge negative energy absorbed by the Linglong Heart!

At this moment, under the pressure of Qianye Ancient Buddha and the stimulation of old hatred, this power that had been suppressed for too long was finally completely released!

He is no longer a Buddhist, nor is he the devil trapped by love.

He is the demon of revenge who is about to burn everything! He is a fallen Buddha-demon who is willing to transform into the abyss in order to protect the people behind him!

Above Qingwu Valley, the weather changed dramatically and a war was about to break out!