I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1122 416: Daoist Venerable: So This Is What Betrayal Feels Like? Good Sisters, One Quilt!

"That really is a pretty strange dream you had..."

Chen Mo forced a smile, his eyes wandering slightly.

Recalling the events of last night, he still felt a sense of unreality.

The situation was urgent then, needing to help the Daoist Venerable suppress the cost and avoid being discovered by Ling Ningzhi. Thus, he straightforwardly wielded his skill as a master of fried rice, juggling both sides fiercely...

Fortunately, Ling Ningzhi's consciousness was hazy at the time, and she did not notice anything unusual.

Until the early dawn, when the Karmic Fire burning in Ji Hongxiu's Spirit Platform temporarily subsided.

Upon awakening, she found herself lying atop her disciple, feeling a deep desire to die at that moment.

However, this matter could not be blamed on Chen Mo. It could only be said that everything was preordained by fate, and she could only grit her teeth and swallow the bitter fruit, staggering to her feet and leading her already unconscious disciple out of the room.

"Brother, don't worry, I will work hard to cultivate."

Shen Zhixia's voice brought Chen Mo back to his senses.

He saw her holding a copy of "Master Dongxuan's Yin Yang Secret Technique," her expression both shy and determined. "Once I comprehend this cultivation technique, I can truly become your woman..."

"I should be damned!"

Seeing Shen Zhixia's earnest demeanor, Chen Mo felt even more guilty, silently cursing himself.

But events had escalated beyond his control at this point. One could only say that this Peach Blossom Evil was utterly absurd...

He extended his finger, pointing at Shen Zhixia's brow, and a silver light flashed swiftly, saying, "This is my insight into this cultivation technique, which can serve as a reference. With your aptitude, I estimate it won't take long for you to fully grasp it."

After carefully pondering for a moment, Shen Zhixia revealed a charming smile and nodded, saying, "Hmm, understanding it this way is indeed much easier. Thank you, brother, you're so kind to me~"

"No, it's you who are too good." Chen Mo sighed, extending his hand to bring her into his embrace.

Shen Zhixia rested her forehead against his chest, breathed in the comforting scent, hesitated for a moment, and then softly said:

"Actually, the things I said last night weren't serious. Even if something really happened between you and Daoist Qingxuan, it doesn't matter. No matter where I rank, as long as you have me in your heart, it's enough..."

"Zhixia..."

Chen Mo was momentarily speechless, just holding her a little tighter.

From beginning to end, Shen Zhixia always remembered He Yuzhi's teachings.

Some men are like kites that must be held tightly; otherwise, if let go, the wind will carry them away without a trace. Others are like eagles destined to soar the skies, and tying them down only dampens their spirit.

And Chen Mo was clearly the latter.

Yet, letting them soar doesn't mean letting them go completely. The world's surest tether is actually attachment.

When you give a man the feeling of home, no matter how high or far he flies, he will ultimately return to your side, although he might bring back quite a few other women as well...

Love is selfish, and unless there's a special inclination, no one wants to share, and Shen Zhixia was no exception; she simply chose tolerance.

In her view, this is a quality necessary to be a wise partner.

Knock knock knock—

At this moment, the courtyard door was knocked on, and Chai Haochuan's voice came from outside:

"Chen Wukui, are you up? The Sect Master invites you to have breakfast at Qionghua Palace."

Growl~

Hearing the words "breakfast," Shen Zhixia's stomach growled at just the right time.

Chen Mo chuckled and said, "Others are talking to me, why are you answering?"

Shen Zhixia blushed slightly, covered her stomach, and shyly said, "Since yesterday morning, I've only had a few pieces of Osmanthus Sweet Cake; my stomach is indeed a bit hungry."

Chen Mo rubbed her hair gently, with a fond look in his eyes, "Let's tidy up first, then go together."

"Mm." Shen Zhixia nodded obediently.

Chen Mo raised his hand and cast a Floating Dust Spell, a radiant light enveloping them, eradicating all impurities. In a short moment, the two of them were completely refreshed.

After changing clothes and tidying up, they walked out of the courtyard.

"Chen Wukui, Senior Sister Shen."

Chai Haochuan stood outside the door, bowing in respect, and showed no surprise at Shen Zhixia's presence.

After the situation calmed down yesterday, he made it a point to learn about Chen Mo's background. It was only through investigation that he discovered how terrifying his accomplishments were.

When he was merely of the Sixth Rank, he had already slain Qin Wuxiang, one of the Ten Great Demons; in the Fifth Grade, he single-handedly killed a Fourth Rank Great Demon, along with having eliminated the Great Elder of the Gu God Sect; following that, he broke through during battle, using his Transcend Mortality state to clash with a Grandmaster, eradicating the Blood Demon which troubled the Southern Border for years...

Such feats were countless, almost all were victories beyond his rank!

Thus, with this kind of context, it didn't seem so strange for the Purple Peak Master to lose to Chen Mo.

"He's now just a Third Grade, yet he's so powerful. If he ever reaches the Heavenly Person Peak, I fear apart from those top Ultimate Venerables, no one in the world can stop him."

"This can't be described just as talent anymore; it's monstrous, and it's no wonder the Sect Master wants him in the sect so much."

"Senior Sister Shen's fiancé is indeed extraordinary!"

Chai Haochuan looked at Chen Mo with awe in his eyes.

Martial Cultivators have always spoken with their fists; no matter the stance, if your strength is great enough, you will earn the respect you deserve.

And besides, the Purple Peak Master brought it upon himself, with no one else to blame...

Squeak—

The door of the neighboring courtyard creaked open.

Ji Hongxiu and Ling Ningzhi walked out one after the other.

Ling Ningzhi still wore her moon white Daoist robe, her right lapel overlapping the left, meticulously neat, while the Daoist Venerable had changed to a plain Daoist robe with intricate cloud patterns at the hem, appearing cold and ethereal.