I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 829 - 310: Little Imperial Consort, How Laughable! Predestined Disciple-Master, the Ultimate of Ultimates! (Part 2)

It should be the anomaly brought about by the fusion of their divine souls.

Besides that, he really couldn’t think of any other reason.

Ji Hongxiu’s eyes were a bit lost as she murmured softly, "So the prophecy of the master was true..."

Chen Mo asked in confusion, "What prophecy?"

Ji Hongxiu, coming back to her senses, explained, "When the previous Sect Leader of Tianshu Pavilion transcended, he burned his Essence Blood to peer into the Heavenly Secret, claiming that soon the ’fated person’ will appear, carrying the great fortune of heaven and earth, with a pivotal change unseen for a thousand years resting upon him..."

"At that time, the roaring sound of the Heavenly Dao echoed through the four domains of Jiu Zhou, and all the Ultimate Venerables heard it."

"No wonder you always mention fate, so this is the reason?" Chen Mo pondered slightly and asked, "Then how can you be sure that this person is me?"

"Originally, I couldn’t be entirely sure, but now it’s almost certain..."

Ji Hongxiu’s expression was complex as she said, "Because the master used his last bit of strength to look into the future of Tianshu Pavilion and secretly told me the legacy prophecy."

Chen Mo asked curiously, "What legacy prophecy?"

Ji Hongxiu hesitated for a moment and then said softly, "The disciple controls the cause, the master inherits the effect, the day yin and yang are reversed will be the time when cause and effect are recast."

"..."

Chen Mo was slightly stunned.

The disciple controls the cause, the master inherits the effect?

Yin and yang reversed?

Could it mean...

Ji Hongxiu bit her lip and said, "At first, I didn’t think in this direction either, but now it seems that every sentence is coming true."

Chen Mo frowned and said, "Could it really be predestined?"

"Though that’s what is said, I still don’t know how to face Qingxuan." Ji Hongxiu hung her head, her fingers tightly clutching the sheet, and sighed, "In my view, all of this is driven by fate, but from Qingxuan’s perspective, I am merely a shameless wanton woman..."

Seeing her about to fall into tangled emotions again, Chen Mo cleared his throat and said, "Don’t worry, leave this matter to me; I guarantee I can resolve her concerns."

Ji Hongxiu, however, didn’t believe it, shaking her head, said, "There are many remedies, but heart disease is hard to cure. It’s not as easy as you say."

"I know Qingxuan better than you do. Her mind is not so narrow. I promise I can cure it." Chen Mo patted his chest confidently and said, "Anyway, no matter what, I will take responsibility for you both."

Ji Hongxiu turned her head and hummed lightly, "Just take care of Qingxuan. I don’t need you to be responsible for me..."

Even though she said this, a bright smile flickered in her eyes.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, she felt a slight chill; the blanket covering her vanished without a trace.

Immediately after—

Um?!

Ji Hongxiu almost couldn’t catch her breath as her swan-like neck stretched straight and her willow-leaf eyes widened to the roundest.

Only after a while did she come back to her senses.

"What, what are you doing?!"

"I’m someone who always keeps my word. Just tell me if it’s true or not."

"..."

...

...

At dawn the next day, the sky was slightly bright.

Chen Mo awoke silently, looking at the calm sleeping face in his arms, a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Recalling the day’s and night’s crazy acts, it felt like a dream; at first, the Daoist Venerable was a bit reserved, but under his fierce offensive, gradually she also began to let go.

Even because the bedding was soaked through, they had to temporarily change rooms.

Yet on the way to changing rooms, the two didn’t separate for a moment...

"It’s getting late; time to go."

Chen Mo sighed.

He also didn’t want to leave so soon, but the Capital City was undergoing upheaval, and there were a heap of messes waiting to be dealt with, plus the Empress and Imperial Consort were still worried about him... Staying for one night was the limit, no matter what, today he had to go back.

Not disturbing Ji Hongxiu, he quietly got down from the bed, dressed himself neatly.

Bending down, he softly pecked the rosy lips.

Then he walked out of the room, entered the courtyard, and took out the bronze key.

After infusing Dao power, the Light Gate opened, and his figure entered, disappearing without a trace.

Once the external Primordial Qi fluctuations completely dissipated, Ji Hongxiu’s eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, filled with a complex expression.

She knew Chen Mo had important matters to attend to; she herself disliked the sentimentality of farewells, thus leaving without saying goodbye was rather the most fitting.

Propping herself up on the bed, her delicate eyebrows couldn’t help but frown slightly.

"Hiss..."

"This scoundrel, almost tormented someone to death..."

Ji Hongxiu secretly spat.

During pleasure, she didn’t feel it, but now the fatigue and pain surged in all at once.

The room was quiet, with Chen Mo’s lingering scent gradually dissipating, leaving an inexplicable emptiness in her heart, as if a piece was dug out.

At this moment, she noticed a glimpse of white under the pillow, reaching out to pull it out, it was the torn dudou.

Somewhere, a line of small words was written on it:

[Don’t hide from me, or I’ll strike Fuyun Mountain, flatten Tianshu Pavilion, and bind you to Tiandu City.]

"Pfft—"

Seeing that childish and immature tone, Ji Hongxiu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Who are you threatening? Not much skill, but such a big mouth..."

"Only bullying me because I have the ability; if you really started a fight, you probably couldn’t even get through Tianshu Pavilion’s front gate..."

She muttered while carefully putting the fabric away, treating it with a solemnity akin to handling a rare treasure.

Chen Mo carried three kinds of Great Dao auras; though neither of them deliberately operated any cultivation techniques during their union, the primal Origin Power was stirred at the junction of their desires, helping her somewhat recover her cultivation.

Reaching into the void, she took out a set of brand-new Daoist robes to put on.

The rippling water in front formed a round mirror, reflecting a blossoming delicate face, with a few more watery charms between the brows.