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"So, it was Bai Qian who provoked Xing Huan first?" Zhe Yan's narrow eyes were full of shock. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees, even Hongyu on his shoulder trembled slightly.

"Why haven't you figured it out yet?" Yaoguang glanced at him with a hint of impatience in her tone. She was graceful, dressed in a white dress that was whiter than snow, like a blooming winter lotus in this quiet fairyland.

"No, I originally thought that the two of them were just sparring and didn't stop." Zhe Yan smiled, and there was a bit of embarrassment in that smile, just like a child who had done something wrong. He raised his hand and touched his chin uncomfortably, his eyes wandering, as if trying to avoid Yao Guang's cold gaze.

"You are really blinded by beauty. You are dragged down by the Bai family. Now, Donghua has also been deceived by the fox." Although Yaoguang lives in Jinyu Palace and Kunlun Ruins and never leaves the house, she is well aware of the rumors outside. She opened her red lips lightly, and her words were like pearls falling on a jade plate, but also like ice knives and frosty swords, piercing Zheyan's face. Thinking back to when Zheyan taught the younger generation of the Bai family, he was so dedicated and didn't care about the lives of the bird tribe. Now Emperor Donghua even let his pet fox become the little prince of Taichen Palace. The changes in the fairy world are really turbulent because of these love and hatred.

"Yaoguang, what are you talking about?" Zheyan felt his face burning, as if he had been pierced directly by Yaoguang's words. His usual calmness had long disappeared without a trace. He secretly groaned, thinking that he had been free and unrestrained in this fairyland, and had never been ridiculed like this. But now, because of the various things of the Bai family, he was in such an embarrassing situation. Being talked about like this, he was naturally upset. As for Donghua's affairs, how could he not know the subtleties and complexities of it, but he was helpless and could not say more about the reasons.

Seeing this, Yaoguang snorted softly. Although the voice was light, it was filled with an indescribable coldness and alienation: "Don't pretend you don't know. The fairy world is going to be in turmoil because of these love, hatred and vengeance." Her eyes were dim, as if she could penetrate the surface of all things in the fairy world and see the intricate cause and effect behind them. In her eyes, all this was just a catastrophe that was destined to disrupt the peace of the fairy world, and it was really worrying whether those who were in it could escape unscathed.

Zheyan was silent for a long time, and finally he slowly sighed. The sigh echoed in this silent fairyland, as if there was endless melancholy: "Forget it, let's see how they develop, you and I should not meddle in other people's business." Although he said so, he knew in his heart that it would not be so easy to get rid of this matter. After all, the people involved were all characters in the fairy world who could change the color of the world with a stomp of their feet. How could they just ignore it? He looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes. He only hoped that this confusion of fairy fate would not cause an unmanageable catastrophe.

"Put aside your two thoughts. I am not that kind of person." The black robe of Emperor Donghua rustled, his posture was as straight as a pine or cypress, his face was as cold as a lonely star in the cold night, and his eyes were full of light, like a bottomless pool, but with unquestionable majesty. His voice was like a loud bell, deafening, and reverberated in this quiet space where you could hear a pin drop, shaking the surrounding air to the point of ripples that were invisible to the naked eye, and the strands of immortal power seemed to tremble slightly.

"Donghua, you are slandering me. Am I that kind of person?" Zheyan heard this, and his phoenix eyes, which were usually half-closed, half-smiling, as if he could see through everything in the world but was too lazy to care about it, suddenly widened, and his pupils were burning with anger, just like a meteorite from outer space smashed into the calm and peaceful lake, instantly causing thousands of turbulent waves. His original leisurely and carefree expression had long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of resentment and frustration. He looked like a phoenix that was provoked for no reason, and the fairy aura surrounding him became disordered due to the agitation of emotions.

"I didn't say anything." Emperor Donghua's expression was still as cold as frost, as if his face was carved from cold jade without any ripples, and his tone was as smooth as a trickle of water, without any ups and downs, as if the words that just made Zheyan furious did not come from his thin lips. He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, as graceful as an immortal, and his extraordinary figure seemed more and more independent from the world, as if all the troubles around him had nothing to do with him.

"I don't want to bother with you. To be honest, why hasn't King Yao Ling come back yet?" Zhe Yan thought to himself. It would be a waste of energy to continue to stalemate with Dong Hua on such a topic. And with the Emperor's stubborn temper, it would be difficult to argue out the right and wrong. He didn't want to lose his usual elegance and demeanor in this meaningless argument, so he swallowed the anger in his chest that had not yet been vented. With a slight turn of his tongue, he skillfully directed the topic to King Yao Ling. After saying that, he slightly raised his slender neck, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the heavy fog and the fairy mountain pavilions, and looked straight into the misty and mysterious distance, as if he wanted to find a trace of King Yao Ling from that ethereal place, so as to slowly dispel this awkward and gunpowder-filled solemn atmosphere like light smoke.

"It's time to come back. I'll give the Shenzhi grass to Xinghuan to replenish his body. We still have to find someone with the power of vitality." Emperor Donghua frowned slightly, with a trace of worry in his eyes. He stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering gently in the wind, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the situation.

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack." Fairy Yaoguang opened her red lips slightly, her words full of helplessness. Her beautiful face was also tinged with a touch of sadness. She sighed softly, like a breeze blowing across the quiet lake, rippling with traces of melancholy.

"Zheyan, is there no other way?" Yaoguang turned his gaze to Zheyan with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"No, I can only say that I have saved my life and can live in peace for a few years." Zheyan shook his head helplessly, his face full of fatigue, and his former carefree and unrestrained character was replaced by solemnity.

"King Yao Ling." Ling Feng's voice, which was a bit anxious and panicky, suddenly sounded like a loud bell, abruptly tearing apart the dull and depressing atmosphere that seemed to be impenetrable as if it was stained with thick ink.

Donghua, Yaoguang, and Zheyan were immersed in their gloomy thoughts. Their bodies were shaken suddenly, as if they were pulled by an invisible force. They almost simultaneously and subconsciously directed their gazes towards the door like sharp arrows. Ling Feng looked terrified, his eyebrows tightly twisted into a "chuan" character, his arms trembling slightly from exertion, and he was trying his best to support the lifeless King Yao Ling. At this moment, King Yao Ling's face was like a piece of paper covered with ice and snow in the cold winter, pale and without any trace of red color of life, as if all the vitality and energy had been taken away by an invisible big hand, leaving only a dead silence. His body was limp and powerless, leaning against Ling Feng without any support, just like a dead leaf that was lonely and helpless, shivering in the howling cold wind, and about to turn into mud. The breath of life was as weak as a candle in the wind, flickering and about to go out. Only a faint breath was struggling to maintain a tenuous connection with the world, as if it could be completely swallowed up by the ruthless darkness at any time and dissipated in the vast heaven and earth.

When Zheyan saw this scene, his eyebrows knitted tightly, forming a deep ravine, and a deep worry flashed across the depths of his eyes. He didn't have time to think about it, and tapped the ground with his feet, rushing forward like a stream of light and shadow. His posture was light and graceful, as if an immortal had come to the world. When he got close to King Yao Ling, Zheyan stretched out his slender and well-defined fingers, as warm as mutton-fat jade, and gently placed them on King Yao Ling's wrist. Then he slowly closed his eyes, held his breath, and slowly injected his own immortal power to carefully explore the secrets hidden in the pulse. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and only Zheyan's steady and even breathing echoed slightly in the silence. After a while, Zheyan's originally tightly knitted brows loosened slightly, and he took a long breath, and said in a low and steady voice: "It's nothing serious, it's just that I was anxious these two days, and I fainted when I heard what we said just now."

"Come back again." Emperor Donghua looked stern and majestic, like the top of a snowy mountain covered with ice for thousands of miles. With a faint light flickering in his eyes, he called out in a low voice. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain endless majesty and magic, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. Before he finished speaking, Chonglin's figure, as tall as a pine or cypress, came from a distance like a ghost. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took seemed to resonate with the heartbeat of the earth. He walked in front of Donghua and respectfully performed a standard, standardized, and respectful salute. Then, without saying a word, he took King Yaoling from Lingfeng's hands, carefully supported him, and slowly walked towards the Huan Temple as if holding a rare treasure. His back was upright and resolute, leaving only the light footsteps like falling leaves that slowly echoed in this quiet and panicking space. Emperor Donghua turned his head to look in the direction where Chonglin left, his eyes deep and distant, then he looked at Zheyan and Yaoguang, and said in a solemn voice: "Let the Medicine King come to treat first, and then we will make plans." After that, he stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and the immortal power around him seemed to surge faintly like a substance, as if he was thinking about the intricate reasons hidden behind this sudden situation and the many variables that might be caused.

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Changle Hall was deep and quiet, and time seemed to be locked in invisible amber, stagnating its hurried steps. In this abyssal quiet atmosphere, the bright meditation was like a dream that spanned a long light-year, slowly coming to an end. A whole year and a half of leisurely time passed by like a trickle, endless and silent. In this endless river of time, the mysterious power contained in meditation, like a skilled craftsman with ingenuity, carefully carved her body and mind. Every minute and every second of precipitation made her aura, which was originally visible or invisible, become more introverted and deep, just like a pearl that had been sharpened in the wind and sand of the years. The dazzling brilliance that burst out in the past has now been gently restrained by the years, leaving only a touch of warm and mellow, deep and profound power, quietly surging in the depths of her soul like a deep stream.

At this moment, the nine-tailed fox on the couch seemed to be gently brushed by a breeze from ancient times, and its furry body trembled slightly and imperceptibly. Then, a pair of eyes as lively as stars slowly and hesitantly opened. In those eyes, there was still a trace of dreamlike confusion, just like a layer of veil and mist, blurring her clear vision. It had just woken up, like a newborn baby, with innocent, curious and doubtful eyes, ignorantly and cautiously looking around at the strange yet familiar environment. The ancient runes carved on the wall cast mottled shadows under the weak light, as if silently telling the story of the past; the air was filled with a faint scent of incense, which was the smell of years and memories. However, this short-lived confusion was like the mist in the morning, which was fleeting under the reflection of the early sun. Its consciousness, like a surging tide, instantly broke through the dam of chaos and surged back into its mind quickly and resolutely.

And Jiaojiao, at this critical moment when both her soul and body awakened, had an uncontrollable impulse as strong as a volcanic eruption in her heart. It was a desire from the soul's instinct, as if there was an ancient and mysterious voice in her blood and bones, constantly calling softly, urging her to embrace this complex and infinitely charming world again in a human manner. As this thought gently turned, it was as if a fantastic magic feast had begun. A soft and holy light, like moonlight pouring down on the earth, quietly and silently enveloped her small and exquisite fox body. Between the flashes of light, wonderful changes began to slowly occur. The originally curled up, furry little fox body seemed to be gently pulled and stretched by a pair of invisible and gentle hands, and the limbs gradually and elegantly turned into slender and powerful arms and legs; the iconic nine tails behind it also slowly disappeared into the invisible under the caress and kiss of the light, as if completing a gorgeous and mysterious transformation. After a while, a graceful and pretty woman, who seemed to have walked out of a painting, appeared in the Changle Palace. Her eyes were filled with a lively and intelligent light, which was a unique and indelible charm.