Chaos Spirit Field

Long Shisi was so frightened that he was shaking all over. He shouted in terror, "Big Brother, Master said that fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other! Master, help me!"

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe strode into the room and asked with a smile, "Little Fourteen, why are you so flustered? What do you want from me?"

Long Shisi, as if granted amnesty, quickly ran to Zhao Shanhe, hugged his thighs tightly, and cried pitifully, "Master, the eldest and second brothers want to eat me. Please think of a way. I don't want to have children!"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and patted Long Shisi's head, comforting him, "Silly disciple, after drinking the water from the Zimu River, men won't actually give birth to children. I'm just letting you experience the process of childbirth so that you can understand how difficult it is for women."

Upon hearing this, Sha Monk immediately started to grumble with a look of grievance on his face: "Master, my eldest brother, second brother, and sixth brother all have wives, and I, Sha Monk, have never even held a woman's hand. Can I not go through this?"

Upon hearing this, Long Shisi complained dissatisfiedly, "Third Brother, didn't we agree to share happiness and hardship? How can you be so disloyal?"

Zhao Shanhe poured a few bowls of water from the blue gourd and said, "Drinking this water will eliminate the effects of the water from the Zimu River."

Long Shisi didn't hesitate to speak. He picked up a bowl of water and drank it all in one gulp. He shivered and said, "Master, this water is so cold. Little Shisi is almost freezing to death."

Zhao Shanhe replied angrily, "Who told you to drink so quickly? You deserve it."

As the saying goes, "one thing conquers another, like brine smothering tofu." The diluted Xuanming True Water was just enough to counteract the spiced water from the Peach Tree. Long Shisi's stomach visibly shrank back to its original shape, and the magical restraints vanished.

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong, and Sha Seng drank the Xuanming True Water and returned to normal. Zhao Shanhe said, "Wukong, take this letter to Zhao Zilong in Yuxu Palace."

Sun Wukong took the letter and said, "Master, I am leaving now."

Yang Nianhe was patrolling the Tianhe River when he suddenly spotted a man in black. This scene felt familiar, just like what his master, Zhao Zilong, had demonstrated. His heart skipped a beat. As the Tianhe Navy Marshal, he didn't flinch and loudly demanded, "Who are you? Do you know that trespassing into the Tianhe forbidden area is a violation of the Heavenly Rules?"

The man in black chuckled and said, "The great demons are about to descend upon the Three Realms. Surrender or die."

Yang Nianhe shouted, "Demon, look at the sword." Before he finished speaking, he waved his wings of wind and thunder and rushed forward, completely ignoring his master's words.

Seeing the fish had taken the bait, the man in black fought and retreated to the center of the Tianhe River, suddenly displaying the cultivation of a Daluo Jinxian. Yang Nianhe thought to himself that it was too late to escape. He was kicked into the Tianhe River by the man in black, and sank to the bottom of the Tianhe River and fell into a coma.

In the Kingdom of Women, in the City Lord's boudoir, Yang Hui and Zhao Shanhe sat opposite each other. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her heart and cried out in pain, "My son!"

Seeing this, Zhao Shanhe said, "Amitabha, what is meant to come will come, and what is meant to go cannot be stopped. This is his fate, there is no escape. I mourn for him."

Yang Hui asked, "Zhao Shanhe, do you know what happened?"

"Yang Hui, the moment you created the Kingdom of Women and met this poor monk, Yang Nianhe's fate was sealed."

"Zhao Shanhe, Yang Nianhe is your son. Since you knew he was in danger, why didn't you save him?"

"If I go, I will lose everything. If I don't go, I still have a chance. I will avenge him."

Yang Hui said angrily: "Xuanzang, there is no need for you to cry wolf and pretend to be merciful. Tell me who killed Nianhe. I will avenge him."

"You actually know the answer in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it. Who else could it be besides the Emperor of Heaven?"

Yang Hui was stunned for a moment. She said in disbelief, "Impossible, he wouldn't do that. How could it be him?"

Zhao Shanhe said coldly, "Why not him? He is the almighty Heavenly Emperor, and he values ​​loss of face the most. Now his status has changed, and his thoughts have changed too."

Yang Hui sat dejectedly in a chair, his face filled with sadness as he spoke, "He and I were once the golden boy and jade girl of Daozu. In ancient times, he was in charge of the male immortals, and I was in charge of the female immortals, and we didn't interfere with each other. Later, the ancient Demon Court was destroyed, and the Heavenly Court was established, and we became the co-rulers of the Heavenly Court. Daozu transformed himself into the Tao, and because we were both too powerful, the saints united to demand a re-election of the Lord of Heaven. Originally, I didn't need to reincarnate, but for him, I resolutely accompanied him in reincarnation. We went through many hardships, and were eventually plotted against. I gave birth to seven daughters for him, and my magic power was greatly reduced. He got his wish and became the Lord of Heaven."

Zhao Shanhe replied, "The one who plotted against you is the Emperor of Heaven."

Yang Hui asked, "How do you know?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Nothing in this world can escape the calculations of the Xiantian Bagua, and not many things can escape my calculations."

"You were right. He was indeed the one who schemed against me. My original strength was too great, not inferior to that of the Goddess Nuwa. Even though he schemed against me, I had no complaints and silently supported him. However, he became more and more obsessed with power and became increasingly cold towards me. To limit my strength, he even allowed the Patriarch Tongtian to destroy my Peach Garden. Disheartened, I reincarnated into the lower realm and met you."

Zhao Shanhe said expressionlessly, "You originally married me to seek revenge against the Emperor of Heaven. Taiyin Xingjun naively thought he could suppress your spirit. I want to ask, did you ever love me?"

"I did. Because you are as good as him."

"Would you be sad if I killed him?"

"No, because you can't kill him."

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "My current strength is at best a draw with the Emperor of Heaven, and I might not even be his match. But Zhao Zilong might be able to do it, so we'll have to wait and see."

Yang Hui asked, "Will Zhao Zilong be at your mercy? Will he listen to you?"

Zhao Shanhe said confidently, "Zhao Zilong has inherited my legacy and has been reborn. If you want to settle the cause and effect, you must follow my instructions. I originally wanted to keep him to deal with Tongtian Sect Master, but now I have no choice but to use this trump card in advance. My son, Zhao Shanhe, cannot be killed by anyone who wants to. He must pay with his life."

"You're really alike to him, just as confident."

"There are some differences between him and me. At least I'm not as cold-blooded as him."

"The Heavenly Emperor is as powerful as a saint. Although Zhao Zilong is strong, he may not be his opponent."

"The two of them may have been on par with each other in the past, but now even a saint would have to avoid Zhao Zilong. I am a person who likes to act on emotion, and it was the same back then, and it is still the same now." Zhao Shanhe sighed.