The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

"Oh, Master, that day we wanted to protect Patriarch Ye at all costs, but Patriarch Ye gave us a box and asked my sister and I and Qingli to personally hand it over to you, but she..."

Chu Guining hesitated to speak. Ye Wanqing's expression remained indifferent as she continued, "She injured you and took the box my grandfather gave me."

"Yes."

Ye Wanqing closed her eyes, thinking of the familiar pair of eyes she saw that day. It was impossible for her heart to remain calm. She could only feel sorrow. She did not even notice the turbid aura of the demon from outside the celestial realm in Qingli's body.

Sensing the subtle sorrow emanating from Ye Wanqing, Chu Guining glanced at his brother, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Master, I actually think Qingli was... hesitant. During the time we spent together, I didn't think she really wanted to hurt us."

"But she is a demon from outside the celestial realm."

Chu Musheng, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Chu Guining looked visibly stunned. She subconsciously glanced at Ye Wanqing, but saw no sign of surprise on her face. She looked at Chu Musheng and asked anxiously, "How did you know? Is Qingli really a demon from the outer realm?"

In fact, when Chu Guining noticed Ye Wanqing's eyes, he had already guessed Qingli's identity, but he seemed to want an accurate answer.

After all, if Qingli is really a demon from outside the celestial realm, then she can only be their enemy, regardless of her personality, strength, or background, just because she is a demon from outside the celestial realm.

Chu Musheng lowered his eyes, a strange glint in his eyes, "When she attacked us, Yuhun Xiao made unusual movements."

Ye Wanqing was silent for a long time.

Just as the Chu siblings were about to leave, Ye Wanqing suddenly spoke up, "I have something for you to do during this time. Come over here and listen."

"Yes."

Chu Guining's expression changed from confusion at first to shock and finally to understanding, but Chu Musheng's expression did not change at all, as if he had already guessed it.

The two of them bowed in unison, their expressions respectful, "Yes, Master."

At this moment, Jiang Xu's doubtful and anxious voice rang out from outside the courtyard gate, "What's wrong with you? What happened? Who bullied you?"

Ye Wanqing's expression changed, and she walked towards the courtyard gate, only to see Di Sizhen and Nan Qiao, who were usually lively and talkative, walking towards them in a daze. They ignored Jiang Xu's words, and their expressions were dazed, confused, painful, and a little afraid.

Ye Wanqing's eyebrows twitched. "What's wrong?"

The familiar voice seemed to have brought Di Sizhen and Nan Qiao back to their senses, but when they saw Ye Wanqing, their eyes turned red and their voices choked with sobs.

"Sister, we saw him."

Ye Wanqing's heart skipped a beat as a figure vaguely appeared in her mind. "Who?"

"The highest peak."

"Senior Brother Zhijiao."

Ye Wanqing hadn't seen her junior brother for a long time. When they met again, she heard news about him from Di Sizhen and Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao suddenly staggered into Ye Wanqing's arms, the handkerchief embroidered with crabapple flowers still clenched between her fingers, but it had already become wrinkled by her tears.

"Senior Sister... Senior Brother Zhijiao doesn't recognize... me and Sister Azhen."

Nan Qiao's heart ached when she thought of the strange look in Zhijiao's eyes that was filled with coldness and murderous intent when he looked at her just now.

She was already familiar with Zhijiao before she came to the temple. The two of them could truly be called childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and some special feelings between them came naturally.

Although it was not said openly, they both knew it. But just now, she and Di Sizhen saw him on the street, and his eyes were strange, cold, impatient, and even murderous.

Hot tears fell one after another on Ye Wanqing's indigo-blue collar, leaving dark water marks. She sobbed so hard that she could hardly breathe, and the mud-stained hem of her skirt swayed slightly with her trembling.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Ye Wanqing's voice trembled as she stroked Nan Qiao's wind-blown hair with her fingertips. She raised her head to look at Di Sizhen beside her, only to find that tears were also rolling down her eyes.

The men tacitly remained silent, leaving time and space to Ye Wanqing and the other two.

Noticing that Ye Wanqing said "nothing" instead of "what," Di Sizhen's expression changed. "Senior Sister, did you already know that Zhijiao had been melted into a medicine man?"

"Ah."

With just one "hmm", Di Sizhen knew that their senior sister had silently endured a lot behind the scenes that she and Nan Qiao didn't know.

"Senior Sister...why didn't you tell us earlier?"

There was no blame involved, only heartache for Ye Wanqing.

Today was their first time fighting with Zhijiao, and they were filled with regret. Moreover, Ye Wanqing had fought with Zhijiao several times before. She rarely revealed her feelings to the outside world, but that didn't mean she didn't feel pain.

Di Siheng... or to be more precise, Zhou Muye looked at the three sisters silently, and the light in his eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly.

Ye Wanqing's voice was more fragile than the icy spikes on the eaves, but she still tried to comfort her two junior sisters, "Alright, it's okay. I'm here, and I'll definitely make things... well."

Before she finished her words, the fishy-sweet taste surging in her throat suddenly spread to the tip of her tongue. Ye Wanqing turned her face away abruptly, and dark red blood foam meandered down the corners of her lips, blooming a hideous flower on her indigo-colored clothes.

"Senior sister!"

"Wanwan!"

"Master!"

Zhou Muye rushed forward a few steps, trembling as he supported the staggering person. When he touched her wrist, he felt the pulse as weak as a gossamer, and her knuckles turned white in an instant.

Everyone was obviously a little stunned. They never expected that the person who was comforting Di Sizhen and Nan Qiao just now would suddenly become shaky and look like someone about to die.

At the same time, not only that, in the entire Three Realms, all the spiritual beasts that had a blood relationship with the dragon clan vomited blood and wailed.

Huai Zhi, who was in seclusion in the temple, also spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. He felt his blood vessels begin to swell. He thought to himself that something was wrong and disappeared in an instant.

other side

Ye Wanqing fell into a coma for unknown reasons, and everyone was panicked and anxious.

In front of the bed, Zhou Muye, Jiang Xu, and Yu Junlin all channeled their spiritual energy into her, trying to calm her blood, which had inexplicably begun to boil hot.

Suddenly, a backlash force abruptly blocked the spiritual power of the three people.

"This...what's going on? There's a force resisting our spiritual power."

"I'll go summon the alchemist right away."

Di Sizhen rushed out in a hurry, but ran into Huaizhi who was rushing over.

As the emperor of the dragon clan, his blood was equally hot, even comparable to Ye Wanqing, the destined dragon girl. He used all his strength to suppress this sudden backlash. His face was pale but he could not hide his anxiety.

"There's been unrest within the Dragon Clan, affecting all the dragon spirit beasts in the Three Realms, including the Destiny Dragon Girl. I must take her to the Dragon Clan immediately."