Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie was furious.

“You should know what Great Zhou means to me!” he said in a deep voice, “Yinlan is a princess of Great Zhou, and my sect has been passed down here for thousands of years!”

“What are you yelling about!” Yan Qingcheng said loudly, “In your heart, there’s only your Ji Yinlan, only your sect! Have you ever considered my feelings?”

“I just don’t want you to be in danger, I don’t want you to come back to die! I want you to live, I want us to have a future, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Am I wrong? Where am I wrong?! Tell me, tell me!”

“Don’t be unreasonable. Some things have to be done. You don’t have to understand, you don’t have to agree, but I hope you don’t stop me!”

“I’m being unreasonable?” Yan Qingcheng’s eyes filled with tears, and she choked, “You saw it before, the Soul Hunting Hall sent hundreds of high-level soul hunters, their goal is to kill you!”

“So what? It’s not yet known who will win.”

“Do you think you can fight against the eighty million Xilin army and six hundred peak Sect Kings? You will die!”

Saying this, she turned to leave: “I’m going to slaughter those soul hunters right now!”

“Are you crazy?”

Jun Wuxie pulled her back and said, “If you attack high-level soul hunters, a Soul Emperor will soon appear, and you will surely die!”

“What does it matter to you whether I live or die?”

“Can you stop making trouble?”

Jun Wuxie was in a state of distress.

“How am I making trouble? I don’t want you to go to your death, but did you listen? Now, you don’t want me to go to my death, why should I listen to you?”

Yan Qingcheng looked at him stubbornly with tears in her eyes.

“You…” Jun Wuxie pulled her around, pressed her against the peach tree, and said angrily, “Do you really like to argue with me?”

Yan Qingcheng’s eyes trembled, and tears fell from her eyes.

She suddenly hugged Jun Wuxie and pleaded, “Let it go, let’s leave, take your sect members and leave here, okay?”

“I can’t leave, I can’t retreat a single step, otherwise even the Military Saint will abandon me, a deserter like me!” Jun Wuxie gently wiped away the tears on her face and said, “Qingcheng, stop making trouble. Some things, I have to face, I can’t escape. I hope you promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

Yan Qingcheng stared at him with teary eyes.

“From tomorrow onwards, no matter what the situation, you are not allowed to leave the city! Also, help me watch over Yue Yao, and don’t let her leave the city at any time!”

“I…”

“Qingcheng, promise me.”

Jun Wuxie gently stroked her beautiful face.

“Okay…”

She trembled and agreed, pressing her face against his chest.

She didn’t know if, after today, there would still be a chance to snuggle in this little man’s arms, feel his warmth, and listen to his heartbeat…

The peach forest fell silent.

They hugged each other, and neither of them spoke again.

It lasted until nightfall.

A figure wearing an ice-blue silk dress appeared in the peach forest.

“The capital is in imminent danger, and Young Master Jun, who is regarded as the hope of the whole city, actually has the leisure to indulge in romance here. This Louzhu really can’t believe that the proud, aloof, and noble Clan Leader Yan would snuggle in a man’s arms like a little woman.”

A cold voice broke the silence of the peach forest.

Yan Qingcheng pushed Jun Wuxie away as if startled.

Looking at Mu Xuelan who was walking over, her face flushed red.

The corners of Jun Wuxie’s mouth twitched slightly.

When did Mu Xuelan arrive?

He had been too immersed in the warmth of being alone with Yan Qingcheng, and was careless.

But why did these words sound a little sour?

“Louzhu Mu, don’t misunderstand, I just suddenly felt a little dizzy, and Young Master Jun happened to help me…”

Yan Qingcheng made a far-fetched excuse, and her face turned even redder as soon as she said it.

Such a reason, she probably wouldn’t even believe it herself.

“I… I have something to do, I’ll leave first!”

She really couldn’t stay any longer. As the Clan Leader of the Charming Eye Clan, she was seen snuggling in a young man’s arms by someone who was also the leader of a Dominator-level force.

“Qingcheng…”

Jun Wuxie wanted to call her back, but her figure had already disappeared.

Mu Xuelan looked at him, her eyes indifferent, and her voice cold: “It seems that the beauty is leaving your embrace, Young Master Jun seems reluctant. I wonder if you will blame me for disturbing your tenderness?”

“Xuelan, when did you come?”

Jun Wuxie was speechless. Was this woman really jealous?

“Young Master Jun, please respect yourself. We haven’t reached the point of only calling each other by our names. Don’t you know that the women of my Ice Cloud Tower never fall in love?”

She said coldly.

Jun Wuxie was stunned, and said: “Alright, Louzhu Mu. I wonder what Louzhu Mu is doing in my Zongwang Mountain’s peach forest? If I remember correctly, when we parted that day, Louzhu Mu said that catkins fly with the wind, each to their own side, and when we meet again in the future, it will be different. So, why did Louzhu Mu come to the capital of Great Zhou, and why are you in my Zongwang Mountain’s peach forest?”

Mu Xuelan said coldly: “My Ice Cloud Tower received a letter from the Medicine King Sect, and out of courtesy, I naturally have to come and take a look. What, could it be that Mu Xuelan is not allowed to come to this capital of Great Zhou?”

“Is that so?” Jun Wuxie sighed: “Since the past is like mountains and rivers, and we should forget each other in the future, then what are you doing in the peach forest?”

“I saw that the scenery here is unique, so I came to enjoy the scenery. I didn’t expect to stumble upon the affair of a pair of wild lovers!”

The last few words she said were very soft and vague, but they had a hint of gritted teeth.

“What?”

The muscles on Jun Wuxie’s face twitched. Although it sounded a bit vague, he seemed to understand.

“Are you jealous?”

“Young Master Jun, you are too sentimental. The women of my Ice Cloud Tower never fall in love, don’t you know that?”

Mu Xuelan said coldly.

Jun Wuxie looked at her cold eyes, and remained silent for a moment, which eventually turned into a sigh.

He had a lot of things to say, but in the end, he didn’t say them.

Let’s wait until the capital gets through the crisis.

In the future, life and death are uncertain. Saying too much will only add to the troubles for both people.

“Louzhu Mu, I still have things to do, so I won’t accompany you, goodbye.”

Jun Wuxie left and disappeared into the peach forest.

Mu Xuelan’s delicate body trembled slightly.

Looking at the direction he disappeared, a little ripple gradually appeared in her cold eyes.

…

In the small courtyard on Zongwang Mountain.

Jun Wuxie took out a portion of the 【Saint Marrow Liquid】 and gave it to Lingfei, saying: “This can repair Su Lan’s soul. Before the battle in the capital is over, don’t let her wake up.”

“Young Master, you…”

“Lingfei.” Jun Wuxie held her soft hand and said, “Remember, you and Yao’er are not allowed to leave the West City Gate. Help me watch over Yao’er! No matter what happens, you are not allowed to!”

“Young Master～”

Lingfei’s eyes were moist.

“What are you doing, it’s not like we’re saying goodbye forever.”

Jun Wuxie cupped her face and smiled: “I’m just explaining some things before the battle. Also, take good care of Su Xiaoxiao and Chan’er. If, I mean if, I die in battle, you immediately take Chan’er to the Star Region main city of the Spirit Void Realm. On the street, there is a dilapidated house. An old man with a scar on his face lives there. Give Chan’er to him!”

“Take these things.”

He sacrificed the Primordial Sword Embryo, took off the Na Ring on his finger, the Fiery Sun Flower in the Eternal Life Divine Palace, and the Black Gold Spirit Card, and gave them all to her.

Lingfei’s face was wet with tears. She accepted everything and hugged him tightly.

“If I’m not by your side in the future, you can find Lilya, the saintess of the Horse Clan, through Ma Ben, and let her take you to the Ancient Burial Corpse Ground. There is a city inside called the Ancient City of Tongyou. When you get to the Ancient City of Tongyou, find the patriarch of the Burial Clan, and he has a way to completely remove the Darkness Evil from your body.”

“Okay, stop crying, don’t wake up Xiaoxiao and Chan’er.”

Jun Wuxie made a shushing gesture, then walked towards the winery.

When he got there, he saw Yue Yao standing quietly at the door, holding a jar of Peach Blossom Wine in her arms.

Her eyes were very calm, and under the moonlight, the beauty was like jade.

“Yao’er.”

He suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He was so afraid that he would let her down.

But today, facing such a Great Zhou, he had no other choice.

“Wuxie gege, no matter what decision you make, Yao’er will silently support you.”

Yue Yao stepped forward holding the wine jar, with a touching smile on her face, her eyes gentle as water, sparkling with starlight in the night.

“Yao’er, can you stay on Zongwang Mountain and wait for me to come back?”

“Wuxie gege, Yao’er may not have much time left in this world. Yao’er hopes to see you a few more times before leaving.”

Jun Wuxie’s heart trembled fiercely.

He wanted to cruelly refuse, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

But letting Yue Yao watch him fight Xilin was also a kind of torment and cruelty for her.

She was always so calm, even when he was facing danger.

But only he knew how sad and worried she was in her heart.

All of her emotions could not escape his perception.

Because her heart was in his chest.

“Wuxie gege, let’s go, we should go to the capital.”

Yue Yao handed him the wine jar, then took his arm, revealing a warm smile.

When they left, Lingfei also followed.

…

The capital was still brightly lit.

But it was not as lively as before.

The entire city was shrouded in sadness and despair.

Those lights no longer illuminated the past prosperity and liveliness. Under the lights were the corpses of young men wrapped in white cloth.

Many old people in the city were busy repairing broken swords, spears, knives, and halberds.

Standing on the city wall, one could smell the strong bloody smell emanating from outside the city, as well as the smell of rotting corpses.

Dozens of miles away, the endless camp of the Xilin army was shining with lights.

The night wind blew, carrying a chill that added a touch of bleakness and desolation to the capital.

Jun Wu Xie sat on the city tower above the city gate, broke open the seal, and took a large gulp of the fragrant and delightful peach blossom wine.

He loved this flavor, the unique mellowness that Yao'er had given him.

Yue Yao and Ling Fei sat on either side, hugging their knees, their heads resting on his shoulders.

Just like that, quietly, no one spoke.

In the distance, Yan Qingcheng and Mu Xuelan watched them silently.

The powerhouses of the Medicine King Sect, the Spirit Control Sect, and the Demon Image Sect also watched them quietly.

Tomorrow, the battle concerning the true survival of the Great Zhou was about to begin.

They were all very clear that, whether for the West Forest or the Soul Hunting Hall,

the primary goal in destroying the Great Zhou was to kill Jun Wu Xie.

If Jun Wu Xie was still alive, the Great Zhou would not be considered truly destroyed in the real sense.

Because they would suffer his endless, insane revenge!

It was just that such a battle offered no hope.

Even with hundreds of Sect Emperors here, they wouldn't necessarily be able to gain an advantage against the eighty million strong army and so many Soul Hunters.

And Jun Wu Xie was only at the Star Ocean Realm!

They didn't know how he would face the West Forest's attack tomorrow.

Now, in the capital, apart from those young people, there were no soldiers left.

……