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Xiao Gu, hearing such words, was overjoyed and kept on kowtowing repeatedly.

As long as she was willing to save, it meant there was hope.

After all, the person before her was Lan Xi, an existence far beyond her reach.

Even if she wasn’t the supreme god of the Immortal Realm, she could be the supreme Demon God of the Demon Realm.

As long as she wished, ascending the throne of the Demon Lord would pose no problem.

Xiao Gu sent some people to take care of Lan Xi.

Staying here, Lan Xi always felt the place was too cold.

She even missed the mist and clouds that one could see just by looking up at the Purple Mist Pavilion.

But in the Underworld, there was only the moonlight that would never dissipate.

She stayed at the Underworld King’s Mansion for two days.

Mi Xi’s injuries had also healed.

The two of them sat on the icy palace steps under the moonlight, above the tranquil, waveless waters of the River of Forgetfulness.

Lan Xi looked solemn.

But Mi Xi’s expression was relaxed, as if he felt that this place was no different from the Immortal Realm.

"Senior Brother, is the Demon Realm fun?" Lan Xi tilted her head and looked at the man who was comfortably gazing at the moon.

Upon hearing this, Mi Xi turned his head, looked at her with tender eyes, and chuckled softly, "Fun is not the word, but I am very happy that you are alive."

Lan Xi did not expect him to say that.

"Now that we are in this situation, doesn’t it feel like we’re exiles? There’s no real difference between being alive and being dead," Lan Xi said, hugging her arms, feeling that even the air was cold.

Mi Xi quickly shook his head, looking at the moon with a faraway gaze, "Being alive means there is still hope. If we were dead, then all would be lost. Junior Sister, don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to save you and bring you back to the Immortal Realm.

You are a god who can sow life. Thus, this place is not where you belong. "

The man’s face, smooth as jade, was full of determination. Lan Xi watched him, momentarily dazed, the elegant, always cheerful Senior Brother of the past was gone.

In this moment, his resolution was so firm that no one could doubt his sincerity.

"There’s still a chance for salvation?" Lan Xi muttered foolishly, as if talking to herself.

Mi Xi looked at the girl’s beautiful black hair, which still looked as magnificent as ever.

He raised his hand and tapped her head with a fan, his tone unwavering, "There’s definitely a chance! Junior Sister, I swear, if I can’t save you, I am willing to perish alongside you."

Upon hearing this, Lan Xi quickly waved her hands, "Senior Brother, you’re being too serious. I’m already ruined. To involve you would truly be a disservice to our master."

Mi Xi smiled with the corners of his mouth, finally saying nothing. His dark eyes, however, were constantly solemn.

He had to save Lan Xi.

Despite not knowing how to save her yet, he believed there surely was a way.

Because this place was not where Lan Xi belonged.

After staying for several days in the Underworld Mansion, Lan Xi came to terms with many things.

Since it had already happened, she might as well accept it cheerfully.

If she could not return to the Immortal Realm, she would just have to wander through the Demon Realm and the Underworld.

Fortunately, Xiao Gu was very hospitable, allowing them to stay in the Underworld King’s Mansion; although it was cold, at least they were not truly wandering.

However, speaking of the Demon Lord, he had captured Xiao Gu’s brother ten thousand years ago.

If she remembered correctly, she had severely wounded it ten thousand years ago, how could it have captured the Underworld King’s son?

"Xiao Gu, don’t you want to save your brother? I will take you to the Demon Realm," she said.

Lan Xi had forgotten that she was now a demon, and she no longer had to fear the Demon Lord.

Back when she was young, she had lost a drop of Primordial Spirit Blood in the Demon Realm, all for a Blood Third Seven.

The Demon Palace was pitch dark.

In that pitch-dark iron box, a mass of black mist was constantly swirling.

A man stood respectfully in the center of the great hall, his complexion somewhat pale, his entire form as fragile as a thin sheet of paper that seemed as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Your Highness Lan Xi has come to the Demon Realm, Bu Qiao, have you found out where she went?" A chillingly low male voice emanated from within the black mist.

The man known as Bu Qiao hesitated upon hearing this, then chose to be frank, "She passed by the River of Forgetfulness and went to my mansion."

"She went to the Underworld King’s Mansion?" The Demon Lord now seemed unaged, even more powerful than he was ten thousand years ago.

"Does the Demon Lord have any instructions?" Bu Qiao asked, head bowed, but his eyes held a hint of resentment.

His father had died, and he now was the new Underworld King. If he called upon his powers, he could control ghosts and become a force to be reckoned with.

But he was helpless against the Demon Lord.

After all, he was outmatched in strength by far. The skills he had for dealing with ghosts were useless against the Demon Lord, resulting in the Demon Realm being under his rule for many years.

So much so that ten thousand years ago, the Demon Lord directly captured him to do his bidding, which meant he couldn’t return home and didn’t know if Xiao Gu was okay by herself.

Now with Lan Xi arriving in the Demon Realm, the already murky waters were likely to become even more tumultuous.

"Keep watching her!" the Demon Lord snorted coldly. Lan Xi had taken Rong Feng away, and to this day, he remained an eerie hybrid of human and specter. If not for having greater Cultivation than Bu Qiao, he feared he might have fallen by the hand of this youth.

Bu Qiao now was bearing humiliation in his presence, probably harboring ulterior motives.

"Yes!"

Bu Qiao retreated with great respect.

He left the Demon Palace, quietly making his way toward the direction of the Underworld Mansion.

However, halfway there, he happened to run into Lan Xi, who was accompanied by Xiao Gu.

Lan Xi had changed into a light grey set of clothes by now, with a thin veil atop her head, concealing her face.

Bu Qiao recognized Xiao Gu instantly upon seeing her and approached with excited concern, "Xiao Gu, why are you here? This is not a place for you; go back at once."

Seeing the worry on her brother’s face, Xiao Gu quickly shook her head, "It was Sister Lan Xi who brought me. Brother, come back with me."

Bu Qiao turned to Lan Xi after listening to Xiao Gu.

He bowed deeply and respectfully, saying, "Your Highness Lan Xi, the Demon Lord has sent me to inquire about your whereabouts. Now that the Demon Lord has grown stronger and more vicious in his methods, you should be careful."

Lan Xi scrutinized Bu Qiao as she stepped forward and said to Xiao Gu while walking, "Take your brother with you to the Underworld Mansion."

"This..."

Bu Qiao and Xiao Gu didn’t understand what Lan Xi meant.

Lan Xi didn’t explain, simply left the siblings exchanging glances, frozen in place.

This was not Lan Xi’s first visit to the Demon Palace, so she knew her way around well.

She passed through the cold, somber palace walls, entering the grand hall where the Demon Lord resided.

In the center of the grand hall was an altar with an iron box placed on it. The box was embedded into the wall, and it had a rust-streaked iron door.

The moment Lan Xi appeared, a mass of black mist surged behind that iron door.

The mist thickened and thinned, and two green flames kept flickering, betraying its agitation and unease.

Lan Xi looked at the iron door, lifting her head in surprise. She had disabled the Demon Lord’s cultivation and nearly dispersed his soul. To have recovered so quickly in merely ten thousand years?

She could vaguely sense that he had become stronger than before.

"Ten thousand years have passed, Demon Lord. You seem well!" Lan Xi said with a flick of her fan, standing in front of the iron door with an inscrutable air.

At this moment, the Demon Lord was in a state of anxiety. Lan Xi’s arrival was a threat to him.

"Cut the nonsense. What do you want with me?" the Demon Lord replied sharply.

Lan Xi settled herself onto a stone bench in the Demon Palace without hurry, contemplating the grand hall in front of her.