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Compared to Ya, he felt Shaoqing was more reliable.

With him there, Lan Xi would definitely be well taken care of.

"Senior Brother!" Lan Xi stepped forward and used her Spiritual Energy to remove the Soul Hook Lock, then proceeded to heal his wounds.

Hearing her voice, Ya, who had perked up at the sound, excitedly howled upon seeing the woman close at hand, "Lan Xi, you’re finally OK. My wife, you’re so brilliant. I love you."

Lan Xi was speechless, "Who is your wife? Haven’t you stopped calling me that over the years? Why are you starting again?"

"Have I ever spoken wrongly? Imperial Father said that he would throw us an engagement banquet. Once I break through to the Immortal Venerable realm, he will let us get married," Ya said through the pain and sweat on his forehead. He needed to make these points clear

Lan Xi, disdainful, removed the Soul Hook Lock from Ya and healed his wounds, "I won’t marry you. The verbal marriage arrangement between your Imperial Father and my mother is not binding. I don’t agree, and that’s all there is to it."

"Hey, don’t be like that! Lan Xi, what is wrong with me? If I inherit the position of the Heavenly Emperor in the future, you will be the Empress. Above the heavens and beneath the earth, we are the most matching pair," Ya insisted, howling in pain, he had to finish what he had to say.

A life may be lost, but a wife cannot.

After Lan Xi healed him, she glanced at him, "Who cares to be your match?"

However, Ya grabbed Lan Xi’s leg tightly, "I don’t care, you are my wife. We are a match."

Especially since the thought of Shaoqing being by Lan Xi’s side every day filled him with rampant jealousy.

In the past, when Immortal Taibai and the Goddess did not allow Shaoqing to see Lan Xi, Ya was at ease. But now, as soon as this fellow showed up, he immediately threatened to take away the affection reserved for him. How could he allow that?

Lan Xi, holding her forehead, couldn’t understand how this guy, who used to be dignified and even a bit like a Crown Prince, became like this.

What kind of stupidity had he caught now?

Mi Xi, as if he understood Lan Xi’s gaze, shook his head rapidly as if he were shaking a rattle-drum, "He’s definitely got a nerve disorder, it has nothing to do with me. I would never regress in intelligence like that."

"Wife, you’re slandering your husband. I have an IQ of 250, but I suddenly realized that I need to work hard to win you over.

So from now on, you can only look at me, not at that stinky ice block beside you," Ya stared with his beautiful eyes, eagerly wanting to show off his good looks, hoping to catch his wife’s attention.

Lan Xi’s eyebrows jumped suddenly. Even though his external injuries were healed, his internal injuries still needed time to recuperate.

At her limit, Lan Xi raised her hand and knocked him out with a slap.

"He was a bastard as a kid, now he’s grown into a dunce. Has this guy hurt his head?" Lan Xi mumbled to herself.

Mi Xi clearly noticed Shaoqing lying on the ice bed. He hurriedly approached, and finding him without a hint of life, quickly turned back to Lan Xi with worry, "What’s wrong with him?"

Lan Xi looked over, her gaze fixed on Shaoqing’s pale cheeks, determined, "I will save him. Right now, the most critical thing is to find a way to get the Divine Artifact and then return to the Heavenly Palace."

"What do you mean? Where are we..." Mi Xi suddenly remembered that they had been in the Demon Palace, and now they were just in the Blood Jade Space carried by Rong Feng.

Lan Xi briefly explained the situation and then stopped speaking, focusing on listening to the movements outside.

Only by acquiring the Divine Artifact and returning to the Heavenly Court would this war truly be over.

By then, the Immortal Realm would be easily preserved for hundreds of thousands of years of peace, with her and the Divine Artifact in hand.

Even with a drop of his Primordial Spirit Blood, the Demon Lord dared not rashly launch another war against the Immortal Realm.

Before Lan Xi took any action, she would think deeply and consider carefully before making a decision.

Rong Feng paced anxiously within the grand hall, wondering why the Demon Lord hadn’t shown himself by now. The Demon War was over—didn’t he care about victory or defeat?

Did he really believe the act about winning the war just because it was said?

But after waiting for a good while, he saw no sign of the Demon Lord.

He could only approach the altar with trepidation and gently knock on the iron door.

"Demon Lord!" Rong Feng tried calling out.

The performance he had just given left him with a back drenched in sweat, as he knew the Demon Lord’s temperament better than anyone.

Hiding inside the iron box on the altar, there must not be a complete body, which was why he never left the Demon Realm. He even spent most of his time in seclusion, cultivating within.

Just when Rong Feng started to think the Demon Lord might not be there, a couple of green lights shone from the iron box.

An eerie voice, like that of an evil ghost from Hell, echoed in the hall, "I’ve said before, do not disturb me unless it’s something important."

Upon hearing this, Rong Feng’s heart leapt with joy. It seemed he believed the story of the Demon Soldiers taking over the Great Desolation Mountain.

He immediately knelt on the ground, nodding repeatedly, "Yes! But Master, although we’ve won the battle, why not pursue the victory? Why not take the Heavenly Court in one fell swoop?"

"Boy, do you really think you can take down the Heavenly Court?

With the Great Desolation Mountain in our hands, are we afraid of not being able to achieve great things in the future?

Your task now is to cultivate diligently.

I will train you to be the next Demon Lord, so that when I unite the world, you will be the ruler, second to none but one.

For now, having the Divine Artifact and conquering the Great Desolation Mountain is enough. "

The Demon Lord didn’t suspect Rong Feng because he was convinced that the Demon Race was destined to win this battle.

Although the Immortal Realm was full of powerful beings, the only ones who could actually fight were some celestial troops and disciples from the celestial mountains.

The Demon War came swiftly and was over just as fast. Those powerful beings from all over couldn’t be found by the time the war ended. And now, with the Divine Artifact unsealed, it had also fallen into his hands.

Therefore, he was certain that with a million Demon Soldiers and several hundred thousand Demonic Beasts, the outcome of this battle was never in doubt.

"Master, may I have a glimpse of the Divine Artifact?" Rong Feng thought for a long time before finally mustering the courage to ask.

Though what the Demon Lord offered was tempting, being able to take down the Heavenly Court and rule the world as the supreme authority,

He was born into an Immortal Family. Even with all his grievances and being rejected by his kin, if Lan Xi could help him, protect him, he would rather return to his homeland to watch the flowers competing in beauty and be an ordinary Scattered Immortal, rather than enjoy supreme authority in the Demon Realm.

"Is the Divine Artifact something you can simply look at?

" The Demon Lord hesitated for a moment before saying, "However, letting you have a look won’t hurt. Once you’ve seen it, engage in rigorous cultivation.

When you possess the strength of the Demon Lord, the Divine Artifact will be yours to command. Hahaha!"

The cold laughter of the Demon Lord traveled far. There were no free rides in this world. He was just interested in Rong Feng’s talent for cultivation. If Rong Feng could grow to have the strength of a Demon Lord, it would be time for him to leave the iron box.

To put it simply, Rong Feng was just a vessel being groomed by him. When the time was right, he planned to consume Rong Feng’s soul and take over his body to rise again.

Ultimately, this world would belong to him, and the Heavenly Emperor, Goddess, Immortal Venerables—all would submit at his feet.