There are too many ruthless, domineering women who are considered "losers"!

The sky is beginning to lighten, and the long night is about to end.

"boom--"

Two enormous phantoms of vastly different colors collided, and the powerful impact caused sand and stones to fly and dust to rise from the Dry Dragon Cliff.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Lu Chang'an was able to see its true form through the gaps between his fingers that had blocked the smoke.

At that time, there was a female dharma image, entirely purple, a hundred feet tall, holding a sword, with purple flames emanating from her body, her eyes like gods, bursting with an immortal aura.

In the approaching dawn at Dry Dragon Cliff.

A graceful figure in purple stood atop the mountain, sword hanging limply, her long black hair flowing behind her.

It is Gu Wushuang.

From a distance, Lu Chang'an could catch a glimpse of his stunningly flawless profile.

That one glance felt like an eternity.

However, her current situation does not seem optimistic.

Her aura was far less powerful than before, and her delicate face had become much paler. Strands of blood flowed from her right arm, which was holding a sword, and dripped onto the rocks.

However, the opponents didn't fare much better either.

The Buddha's head and image were broken, and the Dharma treasures were dim and without luster.

The crimson robes of the Golden Sun Dharma King were tattered and torn, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Lu Chang'an never expected that it would end in a lose-lose situation.

"Walk."

A light, cool voice entered my ears.

Lu Chang'an looked up in a daze.

The giant shadow behind Gu Wushuang vanished instantly, enveloping Lu Chang'an below, and disappeared into the dawn of Kulong Cliff.

"Don't you dare run away, you vixen!"

Just as the Golden Sun Dharma King swallowed a pill, he sensed the other party's intention to retreat, roared angrily, and hurriedly gave chase.

He suffered heavy losses this time, and if the enemy escapes, wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?

I never imagined that a mere assassin could possess such extraordinary abilities.

This time, he underestimated the heroes of the world.

......

Above the clouds, the sun gradually rises.

Lu Chang'an looked at Gu Wushuang's injuries with concern; she was almost at the point of death.

Burning one's life essence to forcibly enhance one's strength, reveal one's Dharma form, and severely defeat a powerful enemy is a practice that damages one's foundation.

The two sides are inherently irreconcilable, so why did the other side have to go to such lengths?

He came to assassinate the Demon Queen.

But why kidnap him?

"You'll die, let me go," Lu Chang'an said after a long silence.

Gu Wushuang glanced at him indifferently and said, "Since I began cultivating the Dao, no one can stop me from doing what I want."

"You must die by my hand, no one else will do, including that vixen."

Hearing these domineering words, Lu Chang'an was stunned.

Could this woman have taken a liking to me?

My outward appearance of fear that he would run away was actually a covert act of protection.

What appears to be kidnapping is actually an elopement?

Actually.

Gu Wushuang thought that if she could not personally slay her inner demons, she would never be able to reach the Nascent Soul Realm in this lifetime.

This time, they were already severely injured, their foundations damaged. If even the young emperor were to be harmed by the wicked empress...

She really lost everything.

Suddenly, Gu Wushuang's chest heaved violently, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The adverse effects of the reversed flow of Qi and blood and the burning of essence and blood finally became apparent, and she immediately stopped circulating her true Qi.

Otherwise, the true energy will flow backward, and the foundation will be severely damaged.

In an instant, Lu Chang'an and Gu Wushuang fell from the sky at the same time.

Fortunately, the two were not flying too high, and there were many dense trees below for support.

Lu Chang'an was not entirely a weak scholar; during the fall, he subconsciously grabbed Gu Wushuang's slender waist.

It was not the warm bosom of a beautiful woman that I had imagined.

cold, too cold.

The first thing Lu Chang'an noticed when he held Gu Wushuang in his arms was that her body temperature was dropping rapidly, and she was as cold as an ice cube.

He immediately used his lightness skill to grab a thick tree branch along the way and use it to lift himself up.

He took a few light steps on the branches and finally landed steadily.

Gu Wushuang's face was as pale as paper, her vital energy was extremely weak, and she had entered a semi-comatose state.

Seeing the changes in her body, many thoughts flashed through Lu Chang'an's mind, including escape and attack...

After daybreak, taking advantage of Gu Wushuang's unconsciousness, you chose to escape.

[But you didn't get far before you died at the hands of the wild beasts along the way.]

You still died.

After seeing the prophecy, Lu Chang'an finally let out a long sigh of relief.

I gave up on those thoughts.

Although the feeling of silently waiting for others to decide one's fate is not pleasant.

But this night, if it weren't for Gu Wushuang...

He died.

If Gu Wushuang dies, he is unsure whether the Empress Dowager will kill him if he is captured by the Golden Sun Dharma King and taken back.

That puppet emperor is still waiting for him to take over.

After thinking it through, Lu Chang'an carried Gu Wushuang to a large tree that was so thick that it would take three people to hug it, and began to wait for her to wake up.

He leaned against the tree trunk, staring at Gu Wushuang's profile, waiting quietly.

If you didn't know, who would imagine that such a stunningly beautiful woman was a female demon?

Tell me, what exactly was that experience like?

How could a perfectly good and kind woman be turned into a ruthless female demon?

Lu Chang'an carefully recalled the scene of the revolving lantern.

With the country destroyed and the family ruined, the parents, unwilling to suffer humiliation, committed suicide to preserve their dignity.

The beloved has betrayed the country to the enemy; the Southern Dynasty has no intention of recovering its lost territory; across the river, they still sing the song of "The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard."

This journey must have been tough.

I don't know how much time passed.

Lu Chang'an noticed that the temperature around him was gradually rising.

The surrounding snow melted.

A layer of purple flames covered Gu Wushuang's body again, and she slowly woke up.

She then discovered that Lu Chang'an was staring at her from across the room, and yawned.

Gu Wushuang frowned and asked, "Why didn't you run away?"

Lu Chang'an asked, puzzled, "You saved my life, why are you running away?"

"If you escape, I have a reason to kill you."

Lu Chang'an blinked: "Didn't you say you don't need a reason to kill someone?"

Gu Wushuang was silent for a while before saying, "Since you helped me, I can reason with you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chang'an was speechless for a moment.

Before I knew it, it was already bright outside, and the sun was rising, illuminating the whole world.

"I never imagined that you had already embarked on the path of cultivation."

Gu Wushuang quickly began to meditate and circulate her internal energy to heal her injuries, without opening her eyes.

Lu Chang'an shook his head: "Compared to you, I'm far inferior."

Gu Wushuang said coldly, "Of course, you can't imagine the suffering I've endured."

"I really can't imagine it, but I'm curious, is your old flame still alive?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Wushuang immediately opened her eyes and gave Lu Chang'an a cold stare.

"You know a lot."

Without hesitation, Lu Chang'an replied, "Your name is so famous that it's hard not to know about you."

Gu Wushuang listened with skepticism.

However, with her injuries too severe and a formidable enemy nearby, she had no time to delve deeper into the matter.

"I'm alive and well."

From her tone, Lu Chang'an sensed a feeling of reluctance to admit it, yet helplessness.

He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, to repay your life-saving grace, one day I will avenge you."

"With your meager skills?"

Gu Wushuang said calmly, clearly not taking Lu Chang'an's words to heart.

"At your age, he is already a grandmaster, only one step away from supernatural powers."

Lu Chang'an's eyes showed no sign of backing down, his spirits high: "So what? What's the use of high cultivation? Don't underestimate a young man's potential!"

What's unusual is that this time, Gu Wushuang didn't refute her own opinion.

Gu Wushuang seemed to have thought of something, her eyes dimmed, and she said in a very low voice, "Yes... what's the use of high cultivation and high talent if you still end up betraying your country?"

However, she quickly recovered and looked at Lu Chang'an in front of her.

Although I quickly thought of the boy from back then, the two are clearly not the same.

Gu Wushuang shook her head repeatedly.

I almost succumbed to my inner demons again.

After a while.

Gu Wushuang seemed to sense something and whispered, "The Golden Sun Dharma King is almost here."

Lu Chang'an stood up and asked, "How much longer?"

"Before even an incense stick can burn."

Lu Chang'an was startled, took a deep breath, and looked at Gu Wushuang:

"What should we do? How is your injury?"

Gu Wushuang looked at him suspiciously: "You seem very eager to be captured by me. Don't you want to go back to the capital and continue being your emperor?"

Lu Chang'an sighed, "If I could, who would want to be this puppet emperor, living in constant fear? I'd rather be an ordinary citizen."

Gu Wushuang said calmly, "Do you know that most people nowadays starve to death in the wild, without even a bite to eat?"

Seeing how serious she was, Lu Chang'an slowly shook his head: "You really know how to talk."

While the two were bickering.

A ray of golden light shot in from the other end of the sky.

"Witch, let's see where you can run to this time."

The chanting of the Dharma King Jin Yang came from the void.

Lu Chang'an noticed that Gu Wushuang showed no sign of worry or fear, and the death prophecy had not materialized.

He couldn't help but think to himself.

Could it be that she has a backup plan?

Gu Wushuang gazed at the vast, boundless sky and murmured to herself, "Judging by the time, it's about time."

"ha?"

Lu Chang'an still didn't understand what she meant.

"You old scoundrel Jin Yang, who are you saying is trying to escape?" Soon, a clear and ethereal voice, belonging to a mature woman, echoed throughout the forest.

Upon hearing this voice, the Golden Sun Dharma King's soul trembled uncontrollably.

"So you're her disciple!"

Only now did he recognize Gu Wushuang's identity.

Although this world is ruled by the Central Plains dynasty, there are still many small sects and kingdoms below. These small kingdoms diligently perform rituals and offer good deeds to the great Central Plains dynasty.

The lesser sect cultivators offered incense to the immortal sects, seeking their protection, while the ten demonic sects each had their own master.

The righteous and the demonic paths have restrained each other, and the war has been quelled for a hundred years.

It's impossible that the Golden Sun Dharma King didn't know the visitor's title.

Three hundred years ago, she had already begun to gain notoriety. The Rakshasa Cult and the White Lotus Cult wreaked havoc in the Central Plains, and the name of the Rakshasa Woman already terrified the world.

A hundred years ago, he single-handedly killed five True Monarchs of the Daoist sect, collected thirty-six demon caves, and created the tenth gate of the demonic sect.

The Rakshasa Demon Ancestor who created Rakshasa Demon Ancestor Mountain, Ye Qingling.

"Just because I'm not here, you think you can bully my disciple?"

Are they reinforcements?

Lu Chang'an still didn't know who the person was.

However, judging from the reaction of the Golden Sun Dharma King, he must be an even more ruthless character.

Could it be Gu Wushuang's master?

Who is that mountain deity in the revolving lantern?

A tall, slender figure emerged from the chasm, his robes fluttering in the wind, his bearing unparalleled.

She was a white-haired woman.

Her face was covered by a black veil, obscuring her features, but one could clearly discern that beneath the veil lay a breathtakingly beautiful face.

She was definitely not an old woman with white hair.

Facing her master, Gu Wushuang, who was always aloof and arrogant, bowed with extreme politeness:

"This disciple greets the Ancestor."

When the Dharma King Jin Yang saw that the deity himself had arrived, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Both of them were at the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, this Rakshasa Demon Ancestor had been in the primordial spirit realm for a hundred years, and his cultivation was far superior to his own.

If a real fight breaks out, he's probably no match for him and might even die.

Since we can't beat them, we can only try to reason with them.

The Golden Sun Dharma King argued forcefully, "Ye Qingling, the righteous and demonic paths established a rule a hundred years ago not to interfere excessively in human affairs. Now, your disciple has kidnapped the Emperor of my Great Yuan Dynasty. What do you intend to do?"

"Are you trying to reignite the war between the righteous and the demonic paths?"

Ye Qingling said calmly, "Old thief Jin Yang, don't be so quick to label me. Putting aside the fact that your Great Yuan Dynasty has been in power for a hundred years, the people are suffering, rebellions are rampant, and sects are declining, how do you plan to settle the matter of you injuring my disciple?"

The Golden Sun Dharma King's face turned ashen.

"You must not push your luck too far, otherwise the people of the immortal sect will certainly not let you off easily."

Ye Qingling sneered: "The people of the immortal sects are far away, while I stand before you. Do you still wish to argue with them?"

King Jinyang gritted his teeth, but finally gave in, saying, "No matter what, this humble monk must take the young emperor back today. As for other conditions, you may name your own."

Ye Qingling thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I can return the young emperor to the Great Yuan Dynasty, and even personally escort him to the capital, but..."

She suddenly changed the subject: "Given the commotion in the capital, you must help my disciple cover it up for the Empress Dowager, ensuring he is not implicated in the karma of my Rakshasa Demon Ancestor Mountain."

"Furthermore, my disciple is seriously injured and his foundation is damaged. You need to compensate him or something before you will stop."

"In that case, I will let bygones be bygones regarding what happened before, how about that?"

Upon hearing this condition, the Golden Sun Dharma King's expression shifted between light and dark.

Gu Wushuang's outburst in the capital caused such a great commotion that everyone knew about it.

I asked him to help me wipe my butt.

Do I still need to treat her injuries?

Isn't this just letting the other side be arrogant all night for nothing?

What a joke!

King Jinyang wanted to refuse, but he had no choice but to.

There is no other reason.

We can't beat them.

"It's a deal!"

The Golden Sun Dharma King took out a golden bead from his sleeve and tossed it to the woman in black veil.

"This is an Arhat relic, containing immense vital energy and Buddhist Zen wisdom. It can be used to cultivate the mind and spirit. It was left by a high-ranking monk who has practiced Buddhism for three hundred years. It should be enough to replenish one's foundation."

Ye Qingling accepted the relic and nodded.

"Please return, Your Excellency. I will escort the Emperor back before noon."

The Golden Sun Dharma King glanced unwillingly in the direction of Gu Wushuang, then transformed into a golden ray of light and vanished from the spot in an instant.

When everything is finished.

Ye Qingling landed slowly and stood before Lu Chang'an, her face showing a scrutinizing expression, and she asked with a playful tone, "You are the current emperor?"

Faced with such a powerful being, capable of frightening away the Golden Sun Dharma King who roamed the north and south, Lu Chang'an quickly bowed and said, "Indeed."

"He's got guts too."

After Ye Qingling gave a brief evaluation.

He waved his hand, shutting out the surrounding noise, and looked at Gu Wushuang: "You seem to be complaining about Master."

Gu Wushuang said calmly, "Why did Master give in to that old thief, and why did he let Junior Sister Lüqing infiltrate the capital? Is it possible that I am just a white piece, and Junior Sister is the black piece in the shadows?"

Ye Qingling smiled and said, "You're as smart as ever."

"Actually, the real purpose of this infiltration into the capital was to investigate the Ren-Gui Incident twenty years ago."

Gu Wushuang frowned and said, "If that's the case, why keep it from your disciple?"

Ye Qingling said earnestly, "Because—only you can do this."

Gu Wushuang took a deep breath: "What is the connection between this Ren-Gui Incident and the Rakshasa Cult's anti-Yuan and restoration of Han movement?"

Ye Qingling glanced at Lu Chang'an, who was resting beside her, and said meaningfully, "Do you know whose blood this young emperor carries?"

Gu Wushuang looked at him suspiciously.

"Whose?"

"My Han bloodline."

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