I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1117 413: Staying at Martial Saint Mountain! The Daoist Venerable's Night Raid! (Part 2)

"Chen..."

Ling Ningzhi looked at the backs of the two, her lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing, standing alone at her spot.

Ji Hongxiu saw this, sighed silently, and said, "Qingxuan, let's go too."

"Mm." Ling Ningzhi lowered her head and replied softly.

After the few left, the air returned to silence. Huo Wuya's expression turned cold, "That's enough, how long do you intend to pretend?"

Crash—

Debris fell, and Zi Wenzhong emerged from the pit covered in dust, staggeringly flying to Qiyun Peak, speaking in a dry voice, "Has Daoist Venerable left? This woman really hits hard, almost slapped this old man to death..."

"Father, are you alright?"

Zi Lianji hurried over.

Seeing his miserable appearance, his face changed slightly.

The charred skin was covered in dense cracks, like broken porcelain, with faint traces of blood seeping from the fissures!

Daoist Venerable's slap directly broke his Xuanwu True Body!

Huo Wuya glared at him and said irritably, "You should be thankful Chen Mo is alright, otherwise it wouldn't just be a slap!"

"I wonder what's gotten into you, picking a fight at your age with juniors? And couldn't even win..."

"You may not care, but Martial Saint Sect has its pride!"

"..."

Zi Wenzhong's old face flushed red, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't dare retort, and lowered his head, "Alright, Sect Master, stop mocking me. I just intended to scare Chen Mo, but didn't expect his temper to be even more stubborn than mine. Things escalated from there..."

"As for losing, on one hand, I was careless, but mainly that kid has some skills."

"I limited my cultivation to Third Grade, but couldn't do anything against him."

Although Zi Wenzhong suppressed his realm, his years-honed physique remained unchanged, ultimately still holding an advantage.

Yet even so, Chen Mo did not lag behind and even managed to penetrate his defense, which speaks volumes.

He not only lost but lost utterly!

"Chen Mo managed to step on Wuwan Temple's Buddha's son to take the first place on the Cloud Top Ranking, did you think he was a pushover?"

Huo Wuya said solemnly, "He's the youngest Grandmaster in Great Yuan and practices Daoist and Martial Dual Cultivation! How can you provoke someone without even knowing their foundation?"

"Daoist and Martial Dual Cultivation? No wonder he's so capable."

"In this respect, he's much stronger than Lianji."

Zi Wenzhong smacked his tongue, then asked in confusion, "By the way, what's the relation between my friction with Chen Mo and Daoist Venerable? Why is she so angry?"

Huo Wuya, unsure, frowned and said, "I'm not clear either, maybe she's interested in Chen Mo's Dao cultivation talent and has thoughts of taking him as a disciple?"

"That's possible." Zi Wenzhong nodded, "The kid's Thunder Technique is indeed noteworthy. It feels different from Tianshu Pavilion, but its power is not less at all."

Huo Wuya stopped pondering, waved his hand, "I originally planned for you and Lianji to explore the Qingzhou Secret Realm together, but now it seems better to forget it, to avoid any more trouble. For now, just stay in the sect to recover."

Saying this, he flashed away and disappeared.

"This mess..."

Zi Wenzhong scratched his head awkwardly.

Noticing the peculiar gazes of surrounding sect disciples, his face suddenly turned serious, reprimanding, "What are you looking at? Did you comprehend today's lesson entirely? Get back to cultivating!"

Everyone, not daring to provoke his wrath, dispersed like birds and beasts, but the shock within their hearts proved hard to calm.

It's known that even Xue Jushan, hailed as "the first under Martial Saint," failed to gain any advantage in front of the Purple Peak Master, yet was defeated so miserably by a young disciple...

After today, Chen Mo's name is sure to resonate throughout the Jianghu!

…

…

"Zhixia, didn't you say you'd take me to Luoxing Peak? Why are we back at the room?" Chen Mo followed Shen Zhixia to the secluded courtyard behind Qionghua Palace, pulled into the bedroom by her, and couldn't help but express some confusion.

Shen Zhixia reversed the latch, leaning against the door, biting her lip, "That was just for others to hear, it's been so long since we've seen each other, who would care about scenery?"

Chen Mo blinked, "So what do you want to do?"

Shen Zhixia puffed her cheeks angrily, embarrassed, "Brother, why are you pretending not to know!"

She stepped forward, stood in front of Chen Mo, raised her slender neck, and pouted her pink lips lightly.

Though she said nothing, her face clearly spelled "kiss me."

Chen Mo smiled with pursed lips, reached out to wrap around Yang Liu's slender waist, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

"Mmm—"

Shen Zhixia closed her eyes slightly, instinctively tiptoed, and let out an indistinct, adorable nasal sound.

Under Chen Mo's unabashed invasion, her breath became more chaotic, and her whole body went limp in his embrace, a hint of crimson spreading from her ears, gradually dyeing her cheeks transparent.

After a long while, the two separated.

Shen Zhixia's soft chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her watery eyes staring at him, lovingly saying, "Brother, I've really missed you."

Chen Mo squinted his eyes slightly, coldly snorted, "I don't know who's been stabbing my effigy behind my back and calling me a big bad guy?"

Shen Zhixia was unbearably shy, tugged at his clothes, and whispered, "I only complained a few times, who knew you'd really come, please don't be mad, I know I was wrong~"

"Is admitting the mistake just with words enough?" Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, "You should know my rules."

Shen Zhixia pouted, hesitated for a moment, but obediently turned around, bent over, the rounded arc pushing the Martial Robe high, looked back at him, and murmured, "Brother, gently…"

Pa—

Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped, using only half strength, stirring a ripple.

Shen Zhixia's body trembled lightly, her cheeks reddened as if they could bleed, "Calmed down now?"

"Mm, I'll let you off for now, but next time, real family rules will be in order." Chen Mo said earnestly.

"Got it." Shen Zhixia actually wanted to try what family rules taste like but felt shy to bring it up, her eyes rolled around, and she changed the topic, "What's happened while I wasn't in the Capital City, tell me?"

"Alright, let's lie down and chat over there."

Chen Mo picked her up in his arms and walked towards the bed.

The brocade curtains fell, faint shadows cast, and the sound of their conversation could be heard indistinctly.

"Speaking of, not long after you left, Chu Heng began to stir… Huh? What are you doing?"

"Don't you think it's a bit hot in this room?"

"Why are you taking off my clothes then?"

"Hehe♡（＾▽＾）♡"

"Where was I… Oh, right, who'd have thought Chu Heng planted explosives beneath the Capital City ahead of time, set them off on the day of the festival, almost causing a big disaster…"

"Hold on a second."

"What now?"

"Brother, suddenly my heart is racing, feel it?"

"..."

...

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Next courtyard over.

Ling Ningzhi sat on the stone chair in the courtyard, supporting her chin with her right hand, gazing at the sunset as it gradually dissipated in the sky, her bright face expressionless, it was unclear what she was thinking.

Ji Hongxiu saw this and said helplessly, "Since you miss him so much, why not go find him, there's no use just dazing here?"

Ling Ningzhi snapped out of it, shook her head, "Mr. Chen and Zhixia haven't seen each other for so long, surely they have a lot to talk about, I can't disturb them at a time like this."

Talk?

Looking at her now with her mouth as tight as a jar, how could she get a word out?

Under Ji Hongxiu's perception, the situation next door was clear as day, making her brow twitch slightly, her hand hidden behind her back secretly clenched.

"Forget it, I'll head back to my room first, we'll discuss matters in the morning, Master, you should rest early too." Ling Ningzhi stood up and left the courtyard.

Ji Hongxiu stood there, hesitated for a long time, murmured to herself, "It's been a long time since I've seen him as well, and the Dao Pattern could flare up at any moment, it's unavoidable, it's not like I purposely want to ruin his good time…"

"Don't you agree, Bai Xiu?"

No response for a while.

Ji Hongxiu frowned, muttered, "Sleeping so soundly? Nevermind, it's all Chen Mo's fault anyway, why should I be the one eavesdropping?"

With that, she pinched a spell, her figure gradually turning transparent, drifting towards the next courtyard.

Passing through the wall, entering the bedroom.

Though her Divine Sense had already perceived everything, witnessing the scene in front of her still made her heart race a bit.

"These two really are…"