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Lan Xi spoke directly, not mincing words even with her disciple.

Nie Shu pouted and glared at Rong Feng, then kowtowed to Lan Xi, "Yes, Master, Shushu will definitely work hard to surpass Senior Brother."

Rong Feng simply smiled without speaking.

Lan Xi didn’t stay long; after visiting Yaobi Mountain, she returned to the Immortal Realm.

Over the years, though she hadn’t taught Rong Feng much, his progress was obvious. Just a bit of guidance would lead to a leap in his advancement.

He truly was the child chosen by the Demon Lord years ago.

While Nie Shu possessed the Phoenix Bloodline, she was naturally dull. Fortunately, her Phoenix Fire compensated for her shortcomings, so she wasn’t the worst.

However, she was terribly slow in learning spells.

Upon returning to the Immortal Realm, Lan Xi didn’t go back to the Goddess Palace; instead, she went to the Underworld.

The Underworld was mournful, with white silk draped everywhere, even the lanterns hung along the treetops and eaves.

In the central hall of the Underworld King’s Mansion, Lan Xi saw Xiao Gu and a massive mourning hall.

Countless ghosts were kneeling under the mourning hall.

Among the crowd, Xiao Gu knelt with swollen red eyes.

Lan Xi walked forward, and Xiao Gu noticed her.

The girl immediately rushed forward to hug her arm, tears streaming down her face.

"Sister Lan Xi, please take a look, is there still hope for my brother?" She asked tearfully, pulling Lan Xi towards the heavy coffin in the central hall.

The people of the Underworld were respectful upon seeing Lan Xi.

Back when she was the Demon Lord, she had a good relationship with Bu Qiao, often drinking in the Underworld King’s Mansion, known for being kind-hearted.

At Xiao Gu’s command, several government officers quickly opened the coffin lid.

Lan Xi stepped forward, looking at the man lying in the coffin, her fingers resting on his forehead.

Moments later, Lan Xi shook her head and said, "His soul is no longer within his body. Fortunately, his body is protected by the Heavenly Dao and hasn’t been damaged. Cover the coffin, and I will cast a spell to preserve his body from decay."

"Is there still hope for my brother?" Xiao Gu asked anxiously.

Lan Xi looked up at the sky, then calculated on her fingers for a while and said, "Logically speaking, he should not have died. The Demon Lord intended to devour his soul, but in the rush, one soul and one spirit escaped."

"Does this mean my brother isn’t truly dead!" Xiao Gu exclaimed joyfully, realizing there was a chance her brother might live again.

Lan Xi used a handkerchief to wipe Xiao Gu’s tears and said, "Rest assured, with one soul and one spirit reincarnating over a thousand years, he can return. However, during those thousand years, he’ll inevitably suffer in the Mortal World."

"What should I do? Can I go to the Mortal World to find him?" Xiao Gu was extremely worried.

Lan Xi shook her head and said, "A thousand years in the Mortal World is only ten days in the heavens. Be patient and wait; I will return in ten days."

Xiao Gu and the people of the Underworld were relieved upon hearing this.

With the previous Underworld King’s passing, the Underworld was in chaos for tens of thousands of years. Bu Qiao had finally brought it onto the right track, only for trouble to occur now.

If he couldn’t return, who knows what the future holds for the Underworld.

His return alive is also the hope of many.

Lan Xi initially planned to leave after seeing Bu Qiao.

Unexpectedly, she encountered several Demon Monarchs on the way.

With Gu Mo dead and the Demon Lord slain, the Demon Realm was leaderless.

Several Demon Monarchs felt insufficiently powerful and dared not assume the position of Demon Lord, so they intercepted Lan Xi, hoping she’d offer guidance.

Lan Xi sighed.

Since when did these fellows become so obedient to her?

Even though she was once the Demon Lord and mingled in the Demon Realm, she has already returned to the Immortal Realm.

It’s been eternal truth that immortals and demons do not mix.

"Your Highness Lan Xi, we are lost. I know you are a wise immortal and Child of God. In your eyes, all things have spirit. Please advise us." One of the Demon Monarchs spoke.

Lan Xi thought for a moment and sighed, "I nurtured Gu Mo myself. It’s heartbreaking that he was killed by that monster.

Yet, he truly fell, with no trace of his soul left.

But the Demon Realm cannot be leaderless.

I see you all wish to become Demon Lord, yet fear your strength is lacking and unable to command respect, correct? "

The Demon Monarchs said nothing, clearly Lan Xi had hit the nail on the head.

Seeing them silent, Lan Xi pondered and took out several seeds from the Blood Jade Space, distributing them among them.

"Here’s the plan: return and plant these seeds. After forty-nine days, they will sprout; after eighty-one days, they will bloom. Then bring them to me, and I will personally appoint a Demon Monarch, ensuring they firmly hold the position of Demon Lord."

With Lan Xi’s words, she gave them reassurance.

The group made resolutions to perform well.

Having Lan Xi as a backer, becoming the Demon Lord would definitely instill much more confidence.

This woman seemed like an immortal, yet she could move freely among the Six Realms, unrestricted.

Even such a powerful Demon Mirror couldn’t affect her.

Afterwards, the Demon Monarchs returned to carefully cultivate the seeds.

Lan Xi made her rounds and returned, finding the Goddess Palace had already sent away all the guests.

Lan Yan didn’t blame Lan Xi for sneaking away.

She also knew Lan Xi disliked such tedious occasions.

"Xixi, mother is getting older and wants to rest. I intend to hand over the Goddess Palace to you, and you shall manage affairs in the Mortal World henceforth. Tides rise and fall, creating new continents, planets, and spaces; these teachings I will pass onto you."

"Mother, you are not old at all. I can learn these things, but you cannot abdicate." Lan Xi held her mother’s hand.

This seemed like the first quiet conversation Lan Xi had with Lan Yan since her return to the Immortal Realm after becoming a demon.

Lan Yan shook her head, "Mother grows increasingly waning. Although you aren’t yet ten thousand years old, your strength already exceeds mine many times over. I hope you will take on this great responsibility soon."

"Lan Xi isn’t ready yet, so don’t rush, Mother." Lan Xi smiled and withdrew to the Caixia Pavilion.

She closed the small courtyard gate and sat alone at the top of the pavilion, watching the twilight sky.

In the Demon Mirror, Quan Shaoqing kissed her.

He initiated it.

Though he said he did it to break the illusion in the Demon Mirror.

It still felt strange to her.

Why did kissing her unravel the illusion of the icy land?

She couldn’t figure it out, no matter how much she thought.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Power Clan.

Quan Shaoqing knelt alone in the ancestral hall, forcing himself into tranquility but ultimately failing to calm down.

When he kissed Lan Xi, it was a momentary impulse.

Because his heart felt that kissing her would banish the cold.

He did so and exited the illusion.

Returning to the Imperial Authority Realm, he found.

As long as he thought of her, his heart warmed, an indescribable, wonderful feeling, bringing happiness, even addiction.

She was like a bright ray of sunshine; he, coincidentally cold, needed the warmth of that ray.

No matter how hard he tried to remain calm, he couldn’t forget her soft lips and warm smile.

"Ah Qing! Ah Qing! Ah Qing..."

Whenever he closed his eyes, he heard her voice lingering in his ears.

Quan Shaoqing discovered his cold heart was melting, throbbing with the scorching blood of love.