After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

Qi Zhuoyu had a particularly arrogant and wild look, and let out a cold laugh, “Whoever dares to disobey this Venerable and tries to cause trouble in the demon race, this Venerable will kill them directly.”

Feng Xuan: ? You’re really something, what a simple and brutal villain’s method.

Feng Xuan hesitated, “What if there are a lot of people who don’t obey you, you can’t just kill them all, can you?”

Qi Zhuoyu: “Why not?” He said it in a righteous manner, as if he would definitely do it.

Feng Xuan suddenly remembered, in the Three Realms History he had read.

Before Qi Zhuoyu became the boss of the demon race, he seemed to be a cultivator from the Misty Immortal Mansion.

Two hundred years ago, the Misty Immortal Mansion did not submit to Qi Zhuoyu’s tyranny and tried to stop him from tearing open the barrier.

As a result, overnight, the number one immortal gate in the mortal world was slaughtered by him.

……

…..

Feng Xuan pinched his wine cup.

He felt even balder.

There was a feeling that if this topic continued, Qi Zhuoyu would find out that after killing all the demons, there was still the White Jade Capital to conquer.

What if the White Jade Capital resists? No problem, just kill all the gods of the White Jade Capital!

Very good.

Perfectly in line with his big villain logic.

“This Venerable still wants.” Qi Zhuoyu not only completely ignored Feng Xuan’s mood of almost dropping feathers all over the place, but also boldly took the wine cup and let him continue to pour the sweet water for him.

Ah ah ah.

 

Ah, he was really angry.

Drink, drink, drink.

Drink yourself to death, you stinky straight man!

Feng Xuan poured a super large cup of sweet water for Qi Zhuoyu with a “dun dun dun” sound.

In Qi Zhuoyu’s puzzled look, he squeezed out a very fake smile.

“It’s nothing. I just simply think you should drink more hot water.”

****

After the plan to persuade Qi Zhuoyu to return to the Chaotic Sea failed that day, Feng Xuan had been slacking off in Qifeng Palace for half a month.

During this half month, as expected, Qi Zhuoyu was still swaggering around, entering and exiting his palace as if it was nothing.

It made people who didn’t know think.

The Demon Palace of the Demon Realm had moved from the Chaotic Sea to the White Jade Capital.

However, the only thing that made Feng Xuan feel relieved was.

Although Qi Zhuoyu had been in the White Jade Capital for so long, he surprisingly didn’t cause any trouble in the divine realm.

He seemed to just come to the Wutong Divine Tree every day at a fixed time to tinker with that Divine Soul Lamp.

And whether or not he brought some inexplicable gifts up from the lower realm for Feng Xuan.

Sometimes Feng Xuan would doubt, this might not even be considered a gift.

Because every time Qi Zhuoyu came, he would wake him up in the middle of the night, and then stuff things into his arms with a gloomy face.

Sometimes it was earrings, sometimes it was bracelets, sometimes it would be some spirit pets or divine fruits that stabilize the primordial spirit, after stuffing them into his arms, regardless of whether Feng Xuan wanted them or not, he would go straight to tinker with the Divine Soul Lamp.

It was very much like someone who had raised a stray cat.

This cat, it was unknown where it was wandering outside during the day, and every time it came home, it would bring him a little dried fish.

Is there a possibility.

People, don’t eat dried fish?

The cat didn’t know, and Qi Zhuoyu continued to do his own thing.

He brought back everything he thought was good, useful, and beautiful to Qifeng Palace.

Over time, Feng Xuan actually got used to this lifestyle.

After all, which bird doesn’t like to wake up with shiny little diamonds around it.jpg

It was really like boiling a bird in warm water, letting the bird die in luxury.

Feng Xuan felt that he couldn’t go on like this.

Even if Qi Zhuoyu wouldn’t cause trouble in the White Jade Capital, but such a big Demon Venerable wandering around in the heavenly realm every day, if he was discovered, he was still on a dead end!

This big devil, this stupid devil.

Doesn’t he know what it means that gods and demons don’t stand together, doesn’t he read novels?

Like you, a villain who runs to the enemy’s base camp every day, will be caught and thrown into the Biluo River!

The turning point of the matter occurred a few days later.

Siming Zitong returned from his tribulation and returned to his divine position.

As for Siming’s descent to experience tribulation, Feng Xuan was still very surprised.

After all, Siming was the only one he had seen second to Qi Zhuoyu, who would never make a single mistake in his work, and there was no reason why he wouldn’t take a trip to the mortal world.

On the day Siming returned to his divine position, Feng Xuan went to Siming Palace.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Siming standing outside the palace waiting for him from a long distance.

He was the god who controlled the fate of all things in the Three Realms, naturally he had a bit of a cheat-like predictive ability, often when Feng Xuan was still in Qifeng Palace, he was already waiting in Siming Palace.

That’s why every time Yue’er wanted to invite him to play cards, Feng Xuan was super unwilling.

Who wants to play cards with a bad guy who cheats all day long with predictive abilities! He’s losing so much that he’s about to mortgage Qifeng Palace.jpg

Feng Xuan didn’t need to explain his intentions, Siming had already spoken, “Your Highness is here to check Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate, right?”

Feng Xuan thought it was good to deal with clear people.

So while talking, he followed Siming into the Star Palace.

Unconsciously, he passed through the corridor.

The Star Palace leaped into view, and as soon as he stepped into the barrier, the surrounding misty scenery changed, becoming a vast expanse of starry sky.

Walking on the barrier, it was as if stepping on thousands of stars underfoot.

Feng Xuan was not the first time to come to the Star Palace, but no matter how many times he came, he would be amazed at the beauty outside the Three Realms.

Each of the countless stars circulating in the palace represented the life of one person in the Three Realms.

There is a saying in the mortal world that the dead will become eternal stars in the sky, and it is not without reason.

At least after a mortal ends his fleeting life, he will become a star in Siming Palace.

Feng Xuan spoke, “I want to know, as the Demon Venerable of the Chaotic Sea, will Qi Zhuoyu bring disaster to the White Jade Capital in the next hundred years?”

Siming lit up one of the stars and said, “Your Highness, rest assured. There will be no more wars in the Divine Realm within the next hundred years.”

Huh?

Why did he use the word ‘no more’?

Was there supposed to be a war originally?

“However,” Siming changed the subject, “The Divine Realm will indeed welcome a major event because of Qi Zhuoyu. This event is closely related to you, Your Highness.”

Feng Xuan perked up his ears.

Siming smiled without saying a word.

Riddle man, I hate you.jpg

****

On the way back to Qifeng Palace from Siming Palace, Feng Xuan was pondering those two sentences.

Since there would be no war in the Divine Realm within the next hundred years, it meant that Qi Zhuoyu wasn’t that bad.

But what did he have to do with him?

While he was lost in thought, he had already arrived under the Wutong Divine Tree.

Qi Zhuoyu, looking upset, stared at him, “Where have you been?”

He looked like a stinky man who came home to find his wife not there, suspecting his wife of cheating.jpg

Feng Xuan felt a headache coming on and said, “I went to see Siming at Siming Palace.”

“Siming?” Qi Zhuoyu sneered, “He’s not a good thing, you should stay away from him.”

Okay, okay, okay.

In the eyes of this big devil, besides him, the ultimate invincible big villain, all other good people are bad.

But remembering Siming’s words, Feng Xuan couldn’t help but ask, “Qi Zhuoyu, I have a question for you.”

Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze fell lightly on him.

Feng Xuan pondered for a while before he said, “Like this. I see you’ve been sending me here and there lately. If you feel guilty about kidnapping me to the Chaotic Sea before, I’ve said it before, I really don’t mind anymore.”

He felt that he could persuade Qi Zhuoyu to return to the Chaotic Sea to manage affairs properly, like a virtuous concubine advising, “I’m really fine. So, why don’t you go back to the Chaotic Sea?”

It’s not a good thing to always be in the heavenly realm.

Who knew that after listening, Qi Zhuoyu stared at him with an inscrutable expression, completely missing the point, “You think I’ve given you so many things, helped you repair your divine soul, because I feel guilty, want to compensate you, repay you?”

Feng Xuan: Ah, if not, then what? Could there be other reasons?

Wait a minute.

Siming’s words echoed in his ears again.

Since the heavenly realm was peaceful for the next hundred years, it meant that Qi Zhuoyu really didn’t have any sinister plots.

Now it was Feng Xuan’s turn to look very surprised, “If it’s not to compensate me.”

There seemed to be a hint of disbelief in his tone, “Then you, you were really doing good deeds in the White Jade Capital.”