He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 234 My Beloved Daoist Couple

Outside the sect, in the sky beyond sight, two streaks of purple-black light chased and fought. If the opponent was a Mahayana cultivator, Fu Xun would have no choice but to flee for his life in such a hurry.

But the Demon Lord had not yet broken through to the Mahayana stage, so he had a chance to fight. His profound energy, like a vast ocean, continuously poured into the divine sword. Dark purple light swirled around it, and the gleaming sword trembled before suddenly shooting out, shouting, "Suppress!"

Knowing the danger, the Demon Lord hurriedly used his demonic weapons to fight back, pouring out most of his demonic energy. A dark blue light flashed in his eyes. Although he was not afraid of this overly young fusion, he sensed that the opponent's aura was somewhat hostile this time.

The two forces clashed quickly, producing a thunderous roar. Upon this clash, the Demon Lord realized that the other's power was indeed special. His expression changed, and he blurted out, "You actually possess profound power!"

Sensing the opponent's surging power and his own rapidly depleting strength, the Demon Lord reluctantly forced himself to maintain his weapon. In this contest, whoever lost first would die.

Fu Xun pretended not to understand, "This sect master doesn't know what Xuan power is, but as long as it's useful against you, that's fine!" After saying that, he increased the pressure on his hand, and the purple cloud and thunder Xuan seal hidden under the back of his clothes became hot.

This was the first time he had unleashed most of his power since awakening his profound energy, making him invincible among those of the same realm.

Regardless of whether Xuanli could overcome the opponent's power, he still defeated the Demon Lord with his own cultivation.

A crisp cracking sound rang out from within the dazzling purple-black light, gradually growing louder until a sudden, deafening roar erupted as the light circle exploded, accompanied by streaks of black demonic weapon fragments shooting out.

In that brief moment, the Demon Lord of Slaughtering Gods abandoned a magic weapon-level substitute and fled without a trace.

The elders on the periphery reacted quickly, collecting the fragments in time to prevent them from injuring anyone.

Fu Xun grabbed a piece of demonic weapon amidst the explosion. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a trident, a top-grade material. With a thought, he decided to collect it to feed the Soul Banner.

However, being the Demon Lord, he had many trump cards at his disposal, and they were unable to spare his life. As for the magical artifact substitute, it had already been shattered.

It was already evening when Fu Xun sent a message to Zhang Zhaoying and returned directly to Jufang Palace.

Wisps of smoke curled upwards, filling the room with a pleasant fragrance. Sunlight streamed in. The restrictions were lifted, and the sounds of cicadas and birdsong drifted in from outside. Leng Huan's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

"You're awake." Hearing the question and seeing Fu Xun standing neatly dressed by the bed, Leng Huan stirred, made a hand seal, lazily tied her hair, and lifted her eyelids to look at him. "You slept until dusk without waking me."

After tying her hair up, she wrinkled her nose slightly and asked, "Where have you been?" There was a smell of gunpowder in the air.

"Fighting." Fu Xun changed into a robe, now a dark gold one, and admitted, "I just chased away a Demon Lord."

Leng Huan glanced sideways, his gaze sweeping over Fu Xun. As far as Fu Xun was concerned, he could handle any enemy who wasn't at the Great Ascension stage.

"It's good that you're not hurt." Leng Huan was dressed in a blue-purple outfit. Fu Xun shook his head to indicate that he was fine. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Fu Xun instinctively supported her buttocks with both hands, feeling a little helpless.

“I want to go with you to the main hall to hear what happened.” Leng Huan pecked him on the cheek, his eyes sparkling with laughter: “Please ask Sect Master Fu to style the hair of his beloved Daoist partner.”

“…Okay, my dear Daoist partner.” Fu Xun chuckled and kissed her.

Over the years, Sect Leader Fu has already learned several hairstyles that his Daoist partner likes. Of course, one cannot expect him to do anything too elaborate; they are all simple and elegant hairstyles.

After an incense stick had burned, the two went to the main hall hand in hand. From the time he returned to his room to the time they left, it took less than a quarter of an hour.

The elders in the main hall sat on both sides, with Leng Huan still in the first seat on the left, next to a Nascent Soul elder.

"The Demon Lord of Slaughter harmed his disciple by disguising himself and infiltrating the sect. Elder Zhang has urged the Patrol Department to investigate the identity of the victim and arrange for compensation for his family and relatives."

Fu Xun sat in the main seat and briefly explained the situation before continuing, "Order all disciples to be on high alert and avoid acting alone. The Patrol Division should strengthen the management of disciples, and all peaks should take this seriously. In addition..."

He stood up and looked at everyone: "I received news that the Divine Dynasty has been corrupted by the Demon Clan and has become a puppet, intending to collect resources from the continent and sow discord among the people. This is to plunge humanity into chaos. Yesterday, I received intelligence that the Demonic Sect is involved in the latest attack on the city, so..."

The Demonic Sect has openly joined the chaos. Leng Huan heard Fu Xun's order that tomorrow, the elders of Wenjian Peak would lead the way and set off with other allied forces to Zhongjing to attack the Xiao Clan.

Now that Leng Huan has officially become a sect guardian elder, he generally won't leave the sect. He feels a sense of urgency, and judging from the timeline, the fifty years that Wang Chen mentioned might have to be brought forward.

Previously, it was unclear why she had broken through to the mid-stage of the Integration Realm. After nightfall, Leng Huan entered the tower's inner space and saw the tower spirit, who had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm. She still had the appearance of a child, but looked to be eight or nine years old.

"Why are you here?" The tower spirit went into seclusion after wandering around the Northern Sea Continent.

Leng Huan: "I need to seize the time to cultivate."

While in the sacred land of Chiang Rai, the tower spirit ate a lot of good food with Fu Xun, and now it is very friendly to them. "Ahem, then you can go in. Apart from the spirit stones needed for the space, I won't charge you an opening fee."

Leng Huan raised an eyebrow: "Thank you so much." He tossed him a Thousand-Thread Snow Lotus, "I'll go into seclusion for a year. When you come out, go and secretly keep an eye on Yun Du and the others."

The tower spirit knew the outside world was chaotic and dangerous. He had a good relationship with Yun Du and the others, and after thinking about it, he decided that secretly traveling across the continent was a good idea. "Alright, I've opened a treasure vault. I need to bring plenty of good stuff with me. You can also take one item if you find anything useful, but you can only take one!"

This hidden treasure vault is relative to the Enlightenment Pavilion, and it contains countless treasures categorized and stored inside.

Leng Huanxin's heart stirred, but he suppressed his greed and joked, "This is like the Gaochang treasure...tsk, don't be so wary, I won't steal it from you..." He'll always make you deliver it to him personally.

She smiled kindly and picked out a high-level defensive magic weapon with a counter-damage effect, capable of withstanding an attack from a Mahayana cultivator. This 100% counter-damage effect was truly impressive.

I don't know who crafted this magical artifact, but I'd conservatively estimate it was made by an eighth-grade weapon refiner, while Jiang Ruoyu has only just advanced to the seventh grade.

Nine is the ultimate number. All pills, artifacts, talismans, arrays, etc., are divided into nine grades, with the ninth grade being the highest. Above that is the legendary Holy Master.

In today's mainland, one can become an elder of a sect at the fifth rank, but one's cultivation level must also be high.

Leng Huan entered the space, and the tower spirit went out to tell Fu Xun before leaving the Immortal Sect.

The year she mentioned was because the major immortal sects happened to be located in all four directions of the continent, which would allow them to wipe out the demonic sects and quell the chaos. Leng Jiafu would also provide assistance.

As long as no one attacks the Immortal Sect, she can peacefully cultivate in seclusion. With a wave of her hand, a large pile of spirit stones and resources appeared in front of her. She has fifty years inside; she wonders if she can break through to the Mahayana stage.

If things escalate to that point, she hopes to share the burden with Fu Xun.

Perhaps because of the two kinds of memories, her soul transcended the distance of time and space, and she did not feel mentally unstable despite her rapid progress.

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