The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

Hearing that it could be reshaped, Shen Yao calmed down: "It's good that it can be reshaped. Don't worry, husband, I will control my emotions and wait for the earth spirit root to grow."

The worry in Feng Yu's eyes melted away, and he stroked her soft hair: "My Yanzhou is so good."

Shen Yao: "It's just a matter of time. What about you? Have you been consistently using healing spells on yourself? Are the scars on your body getting any better?"

Feng Yu's heart skipped a beat. Of course, he had used healing magic on himself, but the scars hadn't faded at all. He knew Shen Yao was concerned about him, but he couldn't help feeling afraid that she might prefer his handsome appearance.

Shen Yao reached out to pull at his mask, but Feng Yu stopped her hand and covered the mask tightly: "Don't look, it's ugly."

Shen Yao looked aggrieved: "I just wanted to see you and kiss you."

Feng Yu removed half of her mask, tilted her head slightly, and turned her intact right cheek toward her: "Then... kiss this side."

Shen Yao kissed his right cheek, and taking advantage of his momentary daze, she swiftly snatched off his mask and accurately kissed his lips.

The unexpected kiss shattered Feng Yu's defenses. He felt like a parched seedling receiving sweet rain. His jade-carved hands held Shen Yao's head, and he returned the kiss passionately, deepening the kiss...

They were immersed in each other's world, taking, brushing, entwining...

Until Shen Yao's hand covered Feng Yu's face and touched the scar on his left cheek.

Feng Yu dodged as if she had been electrocuted and quickly put her mask back on.

Shen Yao's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes: "I'm sorry..."

The long-accumulated guilt reached its peak.

If she hadn't selfishly craved worldly love and hadn't plucked the unattainable beauty of the Feng family, he would have stayed in Qiwu City and wouldn't be in this state now.

"Don't cry." The broken immortal lord embraced his beloved wife, his gentle voice unable to hide his heartache: "Yanzhou, don't cry, don't apologize, it was all my own choice."

A wave of bitterness washed over Shen Yao. Such a good immortal lord, how much suffering he had endured while being with her…

She nestled in Feng Yu's arms, tears soaking their clothes. The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became, and her suppressed tears gradually turned into a wail.

The force of her sobbing caused the fragments of her spiritual root to shift within her body, and the sudden, intense pain turned her loud crying into cold spasms. Her body involuntarily tightened and curled up, trembling with pain.

Feng Yu's arms tightened and loosened repeatedly as he anxiously cried out, "Yan Zhou, I was wrong. I will never hide again."

"Don't get agitated, relax, and the pain will go away if you relax."

He wished he could take her pain away from him!

Huo Die personally guided Shi Bao's cultivation. Jiang Ming, who left in a huff, watched Shi Bao's studies for a while, and after calming himself down, he returned to the side hall and saw this scene.

Jiang Ming rushed forward: "Why is she in so much pain again?"

Feng Yu felt extremely guilty. If he had known it would turn out this way, he would never have dodged it; he would have let her see and touch it.

Shen Yao's fingers turned white from the pain, her face was contorted, and her lips were bitten until they were bright red.

Seeing that her teeth were about to bite her lip, Jiang Mingxin gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power to knock her unconscious.

He questioned Feng Yu as if she were the empress: "How did you take care of me? I was perfectly fine when I left. You couldn't even protect me, and you don't even know how to take care of me?"

Feng Yu didn't want to explain anything to him, so she picked up Shen Yao and left.

Jiang Ming darted to the doorway to block his way: "Where are you taking her?"

Feng Yu pushed him aside, walked through the hall and upstairs, all the way back to the bridal chamber where they had married.

The decorations inside the bridal chamber remained unchanged. When Jiang Ming moved into Fenghongyuan with Shi Bao, he found the red silk double happiness symbol on the door jarring and destroyed it by force, never entering the room again.

After casting a cleaning spell, the room looked brand new. Feng Yu placed Shen Yao on the bed and then went to close the door.

Jiang Ming stood blocking the doorway with a sullen face, and Feng Yu told him to get out.

Jiang Ming scanned the room's layout; the bright red curtains clearly indicated that their good deed would soon be accomplished.

Jiang Ming was unwilling to accept this.

He was unwilling to give up, nor could he let Feng Yu have her way. After several rounds of stabbing words, he chose the most hurtful mental attack: "You're like a monster, how dare you climb into her bed?"

Feng Yu was unusually calm today: "No fighting today."

The serene Bai Feng and the chilling venomous snake faced off for a long time. Jiang Ming twitched his index finger slightly, moved a wide chair to the bedside in the bridal chamber, and sat down in it: "To prevent you from scaring her, I won't leave tonight."

Feng Yu's understanding of Jiang Ming's shamelessness was refreshed once again. The Feng family members were all dignified and self-restrained, and they had rarely seen such a shameless immortal lord.

"Please make yourself at home, Master Jiang." Feng Yu closed the door, instantly appeared on the bed, and lay down beside his wife in front of Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming stood up angrily, his face ashen: "You! Get down here!"

Feng Yu turned over, without even opening her eyes: "Don't make a sound, or she'll be in pain again."

Jiang Ming's glare was like torture for Feng Yu, but he finally gave in and sat back down in the wide chair to meditate and calm himself down: "Feng Yu, just keep dragging this crippled body of yours until the day she gets tired of you."

……

The Immortal Clan occupied the northern continent of the Demon Clan's territory. Ordinary demon cultivators were killed and driven out. Some of the remaining demon cultivators fled to the Demon Clan with the Underworld Mountain Sect, while others were abducted by evil cultivators to the southern continent of the Demon Clan.

Those demonic cultivators who were abducted to the Southern Continent were either killed or assimilated by evil cultivators.

Three years ago, the Soul Devouring Sect produced an evil lord. She was very strong, and Jiang Qi fought her several times, but was always at a disadvantage.

She was violent, cruel, heartless, and had a penchant for torture and killing.

She particularly loathed the Pleasure Seeking Sect, yet she enjoyed using their methods to torture and abuse cultivators, absorbing their spiritual consciousness before devouring their soul cores.

Every cultivator whose soul core she devoured died with a broken heart and missing bones.

In just three years, she integrated all the evil cultivation sects and proclaimed herself the Evil Empress.

This powerful evil cultivator has a delicate and soft name: Nuonuo.

Originally, in the southern continent of the Demon Clan, in the eastern part, in Yicheng, the Soul Devouring Sect.

A woman with a beautiful figure sat on a high seat in the main hall, her bare feet resting on the heads of the cultivators kneeling before her.

She had a youthful face, smooth skin, big round eyes with a pair of jewel-like red pupils, a round and upturned nose, and small, delicate, vermilion lips.

Her soft, red lips parted slightly, her voice languid: "I think your skull is quite nice; would you be willing to give it to me?"

The kneeling man trembled and kept kowtowing to the woman.

Nuonuo pinched his chin, forcing him to look up: "Stop bumping your head, you'll break your bones."

She crushed the man's jawbone, leaving his mouth empty; his teeth and tongue had already been pulled out.

Nuonuo let go of her hand, looking bored: "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as you're willing to give it to me."

She snapped her fingers, and the maidservant beside her stepped forward respectfully: "Please give your instructions, Your Majesty."

Nuonuo's white and tender bare feet tapped the man's head: "Take him away. Tear off the two eggs on his body and feed them to him. Except for the skull, don't keep anything else."

The male cultivator frantically shook his head and crawled backward, rolling down the steps before gathering his strength to escape.

Nuonuo's red eyes flashed, and a line of blood circled around the male cultivator's hands and feet, severing his tendons.

The male cultivator was quickly dragged away, leaving behind a trail of blood.

Nuonuo waved her hand and cast a cleaning spell, removing the bloodstains from the hall. She leaned back casually in her chair and said, "It's dirty. I hate seeing blood the most."

She wiped her hands in disgust: "Next one, pull him up so I can see him."