The demon realm is safe, that's great…
Jing Yun lowered his gaze. Because he was held captive by the enemy, he had put the Venerable Lord in a difficult position. Before losing consciousness, he had thought of ending his own life multiple times to prevent the worst outcome.
Jing Yun lowered his eyelids, an unreadable glint in his eyes. "What about the Divine Emperor and the Heart Demon?"
Jing Feng startled, stiffly turning his head to look at Bai Ran beside him. "The Divine Emperor and the Heart Demon… they…"
"The Heart Demon is dead. The Divine Emperor has been taken back by our elders," Bai Ran answered for Jing Feng.
Jing Yun looked up, observing Jing Feng who seemed to have reservations. A look of confusion spread across his face. "Why didn't you kill the Divine Emperor? Why let him live?"
Jing Feng stammered, glancing at Bai Ran from the corner of his eye, hesitating greatly. "Be, because…"
How could he describe it? The person who had tortured Jing Yun mercilessly not long ago, now, due to having a dual soul, let him off the hook?
Seeing Bai Ran sigh, Long Jinhan, standing nearby, seemed to realize something. Something must have happened to the Divine Emperor while they were unconscious.
"Mo Chengze's soul transference array failed. He is now sharing a body with Mo Huai'an."
As Bai Ran's words fell, Jing Yun's expression instantly sharpened, as if he had heard something astonishing.
Mo Chengze? Wasn't that the late Emperor who had already died? The forbidden soul transference array? Failed?
This short sentence almost made Jing Yun's entire mind explode. "You mean… Mo Chengze is actually not dead, he just failed the soul transference and is now sharing a body with Mo Huai'an?"
Even Long Jinhan's brows furrowed, his expression turning frighteningly grim. No wonder they didn't kill him…
If this body lost its vitality, both souls would dissipate with it. It was Mo Chengze who deserved to die; Mo Huai'an shouldn't be implicated.
Among those present, only an elder possessed the strength to suppress Mo Chengze. Having him under guard was the best option.
Jing Yun pursed his lips, his expression extremely complicated. The wounds from the whipping on his body still ached faintly, yet he had to let him go because of the dual soul…
"As long as Mo Chengze's soul is separated, he can be eliminated," Bai Ran said, but silence fell in the room.
Indeed, once separated, Mo Chengze could be eliminated. But how easy was it to separate souls that had already merged?
Dongfang Wuji tilted his head, suddenly noticing that golden pieces of paper were drifting down outside the window, scattering across the entire sky, a spectacular sight.
"What is this? Are they dropping paper from the sky?" Dongfang Wuji blinked, frowning at the expanse of golden yellow outside the window.
Tang Yi waved her hand, giving him a dismissive look. "This is clearly the work of people from the Divine Realm. How could paper fall from the sky?"
Jing Feng nodded in agreement. "It's the new Emperor of the Divine Realm ascending the throne, arranged by the Abbot of the Ten Directions Temple. Only he has this capability."
The Ten Directions Temple, one of the Five Great Sacred Halls. It was a temple. However, while ordinary temples aided the world and brought blessings to the people, the Ten Directions Temple was the exact opposite.
They outwardly preached righteousness, but in reality, they were utterly corrupt. As long as there was profit, they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
Jing Feng stared at the scattered golden paper outside the window and rolled his eyes. What a show of grandeur, as if they were afraid the entire Nine Heavens wouldn't know of Mo Ze's ascension.
The next moment, the golden paper in the sky turned into clumps of black fireworks, burning in the air, turning to ash before they could fall to the ground.
Bai Ran turned to look, seeing Long Jinhan slowly lowering his hand, radiating a terrifying killing intent.
Jing Feng angrily watched the golden paper burn bit by bit, eventually turning to ash. "Dropping divine realm paper symbolizing joy in the demon realm is truly infuriating."
Bai Ran sighed softly, her spiritual energy recovering almost completely. "Mo Ze has ascended. He probably won't make any moves for a while, but there's no guarantee he won't come up with some other tricks later."
"Jing Feng, help me prepare a cultivation room."
Jing Feng nodded. The Venerable Lord and Jing Yun were still injured, and Miss Bai might have to stay in the demon realm for a while longer.
After Jing Feng left the room, Dongfang Wuji and Tang Yi also exited, going to tidy up the ravaged palace.
Bai Ran lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes hiding the resolve in her eyes. Time was running out, yet the tasks piled up one after another…
"Long Jinhan, could you do me a favor?" she looked up, her eyes flashing with an inscrutable emotion.
"You have but to ask," Long Jinhan stood up and gently rubbed Bai Ran's head.
"For the next period, I will go into seclusion again."
She looked directly at Long Jinhan, a fierce ambition in her eyes. "Send someone to search for a person from the Wu Clan named Gu Qingcheng."
"Alright," Long Jinhan agreed without hesitation, not asking for reasons.
…
Meanwhile, the casualty count in Medicine Valley was also tallied. Xuan Qinghong gazed at the bodies covered by white cloth, his heart aching.
"Valley Master… in this battle, over thirteen thousand people have died…" Senior Disciple Jing Yuanming stepped forward, his face filled with grief and reluctance.
Xuan Qinghong closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and said, "After burying them, take the remaining disciples and head for the teleportation array…"
"Yes," Jing Yuanming bowed and then, along with the remaining disciples, carefully buried the deceased.
Long Yu looked at the lifeless Medicine Valley, his expression grim as he shook his head. This was all the fault of the demonized humans… If Master were still alive, he surely wouldn't have let the demonized humans run rampant like this…
"If Master were still alive, would he scold me for being incompetent?" Xuan Qinghong said with a bitter smile, his thin figure looking exceptionally pitiable.
Long Yu remained silent for a long time, finally slowly shaking his head. "No."
He recalled how, when he had concealed his identity as someone from the Nine Heavens and came to the Upper Realm for a visit, he had coincidentally encountered Xuan Qinghong in danger.
"Back then, my identity was discovered, and Master didn't punish me, did he?" Long Yu reminisced about the past, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.
Under the guise of a wealthy young master from the Upper Realm, he had infiltrated the sect where Xuan Qinghong was at that time.
After being discovered, although he received a beating, Master's heart was still soft despite his harsh words, and he didn't expel him from the sect.
"You, you just demand too much of yourself, just like Master."
Long Yu smiled and looked at Xuan Qinghong. "You mustn't be like Master, you must treat Bai girl better."
"She's sensible, so she doesn't require much effort from me. But sometimes her stubbornness is quite a headache."
"You didn't… hit Bai girl, did you? Like how Master used to hit us two?"
Long Yu merely asked, not expecting Xuan Qinghong to actually nod.
"I did. More than once."