After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

It sounded simple.

But Feng Xuan doubted that before he even took out the knife, he would be thrown away by the big devil first.

You, what are you thinking?

Do you think that he, a plain and unarmed mortal, could hurt the big devil who was going to overturn the Three Realms in the future?

“Your Highness, don’t worry, with your current status in Qi Zhuoyu’s heart, he should be defenseless against you.”

Feng Xuan: Thank you, you’re giving me some friendly encouragement, right?

“Moreover, Your Highness, think clearly, if Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate cannot return to its original track, not only will you be scattered, but the Three Realms will also go through a catastrophe.”

Feng Xuan: You’re starting to morally kidnap me in advance because you’re afraid I won’t do it, right?

“Your Highness, your Father God, died to protect the beings of the Three Realms.”

Siming finished the last sentence with a heavy heart.

The air in the pavilion was suddenly extremely quiet.

Feng Xuan didn’t know how long he had been standing there.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the dagger.

Even though he was gripping the handle of the knife, he felt as if his heart was also being squeezed at that moment.

He heard his own voice coming from a faraway place, with a slight tremor that he hadn’t noticed himself.

“I understand.”

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Feng Xuan felt that Siming was like the character in the novel who gave the protagonist an important task.

If he was a protagonist with a hot-blooded ambition for the world, he would definitely stab Qi Zhuoyu directly tonight, eliminate the big villain, then save the world, and leave a good name for eternity.

If he was a protagonist who only knew how to “whine” and cry, a holy white lotus, he would definitely become enemies with Qi Zhuoyu when he stabbed him, and then have a few hundred years of tangled and tortured love affair where you love me, you don’t love me, you deceive me, you hate me, while saving the world while falling in love.

But he was none of those.

He was just a little bird who loved to eat, drink, and sleep.

When he was in the White Jade Capital, his Father God was there to hold up the sky when it collapsed, and when in the mortal world, his senior brother was there to hold up the sky when it collapsed.

But his Father God died to protect the beings and all things of the Three Realms.

Now it looked like Qi Zhuoyu was about to die and his soul scattered in order to destroy the world.

He felt that the task Siming gave him.

The difficulty level was no less than “If your mom and I fall into the water, who would you save first?”

The bird was bald.

This time it was really bald.

He didn’t even have extra time to think about this century-old problem.

Just after Siming had finished telling him about this, a thousand miles away from the Misty Immortal Mansion, in the sky belonging to the Demon Realm of the Chaotic Sea.

Suddenly a huge abyss tore open.

A violent red light shot up into the sky, as if an invisible giant hand had torn the sky of the Demon Realm.

To be precise, what was torn was not the sky, but the barrier that had been unbreakable for decades and maintained between the human race and the demon race was torn open by someone.

The rolling demonic energy enveloped the originally clear and blue sky in an instant.

In an instant, the Misty Immortal Mansion, which could be called an immortal land, was covered by dark clouds, most of the disciples hadn’t even reacted to what was happening, from the black clouds formed by the demonic energy, countless demons trapped in the Chaotic Sea fell to the ground one after another, smashing out one huge stone pit after another, and began to slaughter wantonly.

The sky was collapsing, and the earth was cracking open.

In just a short moment, screams and blood filled the entire Immortal Mansion.

These monsters and beasts were like they had been starving for hundreds of years, because they had been trapped in the barren Demon Realm for a long time, so they were full of blood and hatred for the human race and human cultivators, and they were merciless in slaughtering the human race.

But they seemed to ignore Feng Xuan, and one ugly and huge body after another passed by him and then went to kill others.

Feng Xuan: “…”

Very good. He was still doubting whether it was a big event caused by the big devil.

Now he can directly omit the step of doubting.

He originally wanted to grumble a few words in his heart, but he couldn’t grumble.

Feng Xuan didn’t know how he walked back to the Zhujian Xiaozhu, when he stood on the mountain steps outside the Zhujian Xiaozhu, he smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood.

The Misty Immortal Mansion had fallen into a human hell in a moment, Feng Xuan had long been used to the smell of blood from walking through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but he didn’t expect that the smell of blood in the Zhujian Xiaozhu was even more pungent than outside.

It was as if the blood of an adult man had been drained.

Feng Xuan’s heart tightened, he had a very bad premonition.

He quickened his pace to go up, and sure enough, he saw blood everywhere in the courtyard, splattered on the ground in a mottled pattern.

The strongest smell of blood was under the wutong tree.

On the Hu bed where Feng Xuan usually took his afternoon nap, Qi Zhuoyu sat heavily.

Blood was dripping all over him, winding on the ground to form puddles of blood.

Hair, neck, lower abdomen, fingertips, the white clothes originally worn on his body had been completely soaked by blood, becoming a glaring red.

The last time he saw the big devil covered in blood was in the Sanqing Realm.

But unlike that time, the blood on Qi Zhuoyu was no longer someone else’s, it was all his own.

He seemed to notice Feng Xuan’s presence.

He casually raised his eyes, and the moment his gaze hit the bottom of his eyes, Feng Xuan’s heart “thumped”.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong with Qi Zhuoyu now.

If Qi Zhuoyu’s madness and neurosis were superficial before, always killing people or laughing at the drop of a hat.

Then at this moment, the feeling Qi Zhuoyu gave him was like a kind of evil spirit that was trying hard to imitate human behavior.

Qi Zhuoyu’s expression looked very calm, as calm as a pool of dead water, and under the dead water, his body was slowly peeling and collapsing, even his primordial spirit was slowly being destroyed.

He didn’t know how many people he had killed in the Demon Realm, or how much price he had paid to tear the barrier.

Feng Xuan felt that his spirit and body were shattering, those wounds that he had spent many nights repairing were now being torn apart one by one.

In an instant, Feng Xuan was actually scared by his gaze.

The air was as if it had been sucked dry from the outside, taut into a sharp string.

The two of them were silent, neither of them said a word.

Feng Xuan’s mind was in a mess, he vaguely felt that Qi Zhuoyu seemed to know something.

He stood in front of him, as if his gaze could see through him, even the dagger that he hadn’t had time to put away in his sleeve was clearly seen by him.

Sure enough, Qi Zhuoyu slowly opened his mouth.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had used a lot of strength to speak.

“Did Situ Xingnian tell you to kill me with this dagger?”

…Not really.

Actually, it’s just to use this dagger to slightly pick out the remaining part of your love poison.

But Feng Xuan thought, after the love poison was removed.

Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate would return to its original position, after killing his wife to gain enlightenment, his original ending was his soul scattered.

It seems to be no different from killing him.

Feng Xuan usually loved to talk back to Qi Zhuoyu, but at this second he suddenly couldn’t say anything.

As for how Qi Zhuoyu knew about this, Feng Xuan thought it wasn’t hard to guess.

His cultivation was already against the heavens, his divine consciousness covered the entire Misty Immortal Mansion, as long as he was willing, it wasn’t hard to know anything.

Feng Xuan was silent for a long time, as if he was silently answering.

At the same time, he also closed his eyes.

He had told Siming Xingjun that he was a bird that couldn’t be more of a salted fish.

Don’t just casually give him this kind of task to save the world.

Look at this, just look at this.

Dying prematurely before succeeding in his mission. Feng Xuan didn’t know if Qi Zhuoyu’s death, caused by his own extreme anger, could be considered another form of ‘killing one’s wife to gain enlightenment’.

But Feng Xuan had waited for a long time, and Qi Zhuoyu never crushed his head.

Instead, he opened his eyes to see Qi Zhuoyu sitting on the bed, staring at him with an inscrutable expression.

That expression could hardly be called warm, it was like a pulled out smile.

It was cold to the bone, mad enough to scare people, and his gaze fragmented. He suddenly burst into laughter, then said, “Situ Xingnian dreamed of wanting to kill me. If you want to kill me, then come and kill.”

After saying that, he even had a look of “if you don’t kill me, I’ll look down on you”.

At this point, Qi Zhuoyu was still showing off here, did he really have to act this tough?

Feng Xuan felt both angry and speechless.

Was he just going to give up, not resisting at all?

Was he so confident that he wouldn’t really stab him?

“Heh.” Qi Zhuoyu sneered, the blood on his face kept sliding down to the ground.

He seemed to see through Feng Xuan’s hesitation, as if he found it meaningless, and said languidly, “If you don’t kill, then get lost.”

Feng Xuan’s eyes instantly reddened.

He didn’t know if it was because he had never been so indifferent to him, or because he was so fierce in telling him to get lost.

His brain seemed to be stuck, and he nodded, “Oh.”

He said it very lightly, thinking it was really meaningless.

He couldn’t save all the people in the world, and he couldn’t kill Qi Zhuoyu either.

Feng Xuan didn’t know where to go, so he had to turn around and leave first.

But as soon as he turned around, his arm was violently grabbed, as if it was locked by a pair of iron pliers, a strong and irresistible force pulled him straight back.

Feng Xuan only felt that the sky and earth were spinning in front of him.

Qi Zhuoyu, in a fit of madness, threw him onto the Hu bed and forcefully grabbed his chin, lifting it up.

Feng Xuan didn’t even have time to make any sound.

The next moment, he felt his lips being rudely sealed.

Feng Xuan tasted the blood on Qi Zhuoyu’s lips.

The blood was warm, but Qi Zhuoyu’s lips were trembling gently.