Chapter 54: Blue Sky and White Clouds, Quite Nice

Xue Chen: ?

Ning Shengsheng scratched her head. What is her brother doing?

Before the two could react, the force of Ning Xuan’s palm bore down straight for Xue Chen’s head. If he really got hit, his head would probably bloom like a flower.

Ning Shengsheng didn’t have time to think. She spread her arms, blocking in front of Xue Chen like a mother hen protecting her chick, shouting incessantly, “Brother, brother, brother, stop, stop, stop, stop!”

“An’an, move aside!” Ning Xuan’s eyes were unkind as he stared straight at Xue Chen behind her.

Xue Chen gently pushed her away. “Princess, His Majesty needs to vent his anger. I’m fine.”

The two fought back and forth. Mostly, Ning Xuan was attacking, and Xue Chen was dodging.

“How can I allow that?”

Ning Shengsheng ran back to shield Xue Chen again. “Older Brother, stop hitting him!”

“Cough…”

Xue Chen was forced into the corner of the arena, his lips pale and his face haggard, looking as if he had suffered severe injuries.

Ning Xuan: …

Heaven knows!

He hadn’t even used a lethal blow.

“Older… Brother…” Ning Shengsheng glared at Ning Xuan angrily. “If you hit him again, he’s going to die.”

Ning Xuan almost died of anger on the spot. He felt that beneath Xue Chen’s innocent expression hid evil thoughts of abducting his sister.

“An’an, you are young and don’t know the dangers of the world.”

“Don’t trust this sinister brat.”

Not only did Ning Xuan not stop, but he even took out a long spear, his intrinsic spiritual weapon. With a weapon in hand, Ning Xuan’s attacks became even fiercer.

Afraid they would hurt each other, Ning Shengsheng could only block between them.

Just like that.

Xue Chen dodged, Ning Xuan chased, and Ning Shengsheng blocked.

The three of them circled around the arena.

The scene was comical.

The fighting over here was lively, but Ling Jue Shangren’s side was even more intense.

The entire observation platform was blasted to smithereens.

Gu Xuancang summoned demonic creatures. Hua Qingxue’s brow twitched, and he finally couldn’t help but make a move.

Soon.

Gu Xuancang was defeated.

Just as the people of the Qingling Sect were about to arrest him, a cloud of thick smoke swept through, and a rampant laugh was heard. “Old Man Ling Jue, the one surnamed Gu is now under this Venerable One’s command.”

“This Venerable One wants his life.”

The person who arrived was none other than the Lord of the Demon Realm, Xing Wuzhou.

“Impossible.” Hua Qingxue moved upon hearing the voice, his flying sword stabbing towards the red dot within the demonic smoke.

“Long time no see. You brat, your attacks are still so ruthless. Do you think a tiny flying sword can do anything to this Venerable One?”

Accompanied by laughter, the thick smoke gradually vanished.

Gu Xuancang was rescued.

Hua Qingxue frowned, his tone devoid of ripples: “Against demonic creatures, one can be even more ruthless.”

A hundred miles away in the Demon Realm.

Xing Wuzhou threw Gu Xuancang out as if venting his anger.

Gu Xuancang rolled several times before getting up, bowing tremblingly. “Thank you, Demon Lord, for saving my life.”

“Hmph, useless trash. Get lost.”

“This subordinate will leave immediately.”

Gu Xuancang scrambled away.

On the pitch-black throne, Xing Wuzhou took off his mask, revealing a pale face.

He reached out and pressed the corner of his eye.

There was a red mark underneath.

It was caused by sword qi!

Although the wound was shallow, it was enough to shock him. Hua Qingxue could actually hurt him?

“I should have killed that brat back then to prevent future trouble.”

“Fortunately, the Qingling Sect is not far from extermination.”

Xing Wuzhou thought of something and suddenly laughed maniacally.

…

Back at the Qingling Sect, due to Xing Wuzhou’s arrival, Ning Xuan and Xue Chen called a temporary truce.

Ning Shengsheng had never seen such a scene before and asked excitedly, “Was that the Lord of the Demon Realm just now?”

“Yes, Princess.” Xue Chen smiled faintly.

“Yes—”

Ning Xuan said one word, but the rest was snatched away by Xue Chen.

He placed his left hand on his hip and massaged his brow with his right hand in frustration, trying to prevent himself from having a stroke.

“Wow, what is the Demon Lord’s name? What does he look like?”

“His name is Xing Wuzhou. As for his looks, just average!”

This time, Ning Xuan beat Xue Chen to the punch and answered his sister’s doubts.

Instantly, his head stopped hurting, his breath flowed smoothly, and he felt incredibly refreshed.

“Older Brother is amazing, knowing so much. Have you met Xing Wuzhou?” Ning Shengsheng blinked, shifting her attention from Xue Chen to Ning Xuan.

Having not heard his sister compliment him in a long time, Ning Xuan beamed with joy. “Zhen is the Emperor of Great Ning; I know many things. Five years ago, I went to the Hell Prison Sea with Pei Yuan and passed through the Demon Realm, where we bumped into Xing Wuzhou.”

“How powerful is the Demon Lord?”

“Currently, aside from Old Man Yun of the Hundred Herb Valley, Xing Wuzhou has the highest combat power. Hua Qingxue would be third.”

Ning Xuan felt that saying this made him lose face, so he added, “Don’t look at me not making the top five now; the future is uncertain.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Ning Shengsheng nodded perfunctorily.

In reality, she was recalling the original novel’s plot.

The novel spent a huge amount of space describing love affairs, breakups, more love affairs, and more breakups.

It devoted very little ink to the important villain, Xue Chen.

Let alone the whereabouts of other supporting characters. Xing Wuzhou didn’t appear again in the later stages; where did he go?

In any case, the Demon Realm would also belong to Xue Chen in the end.

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at Xue Chen.

The young man’s light-colored hair ribbon happened to be blown to the front, and his black hair wound around his waist with the wind, brushing past her wrist.

He didn’t look like a cultivator.

He looked like a frail young master from a noble family.

The Great Demon King currently still looked sickly.

It was impossible to imagine his bloodthirsty nature in the future.

“What’s wrong?”

Xue Chen saw Ning Shengsheng staring at him.

“Ah, nothing.”

Ning Shengsheng turned her back nonchalantly, watching the Qingling Sect disciples cleaning up the battle-ravaged martial arts arena.

Ling Jue Shangren was furious.

Even standing this far away, she could see the old man pointing fingers and cursing angrily; he was probably cursing Gu Xuancang.

No one approached Hua Qingxue.

Ling Hegui and Lu Youxin were screening disciples on both sides. Anyone belonging to Gu Xuancang’s faction was expelled from the sect.

This wave.

The Qingling Sect’s vitality was greatly damaged.

Half an hour passed.

Ling Hegui came over, his eyes weary. “Princess, things are complicated here. Why don’t you return to Yingke Peak first?”

“For the poor hospitality this time, once I handle the sect affairs, I will personally visit to offer a formal apology.”

“It’s fine, you guys get busy. Don’t hesitate if you need help.” Ning Shengsheng pointed to Ning Xuan behind her and smiled. “My brother is the Emperor of Great Ning.”

“Okay.” Ling Hegui was amused by her.

The exhaustion on his face finally lessened a bit.

[Smiling so brilliantly, huh?]

Xue Chen sneered and narrowed his eyes. “Your Majesty, Her Highness the Princess is chatting happily with Ling Hegui, talking and laughing.”

“What—?”

Ning Xuan had just relaxed his vigilance.

His sister is being seduced by a bastard again?

Turning his head to look, he strode towards Ling Hegui.

He couldn’t stop Xue Chen inside the secret realm, but Ling Hegui dared to do this right under his nose?

Ning Xuan crossed his arms and squeezed between the two of them.

The smile on Ning Shengsheng’s face retracted.

Ling Hegui said a few words and turned to leave.

Xue Chen had a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked up leisurely at the clouds in the sky.

Mm…

Blue sky and white clouds, quite nice.