The dragon princess immediately transformed into sticky candy. “What are you doing? I want to go too.”

…How had he forgotten that she had never once been obedient? If he forcibly made her stay, she would likely engage in the behavior of secretly following him, which would be even worse.

Fucang had no choice but to nod. “Since you’re going, listen to my instructions and don’t act recklessly.”

He held Xuan Yi’s hand, recited an incantation to erect a barrier, and only then slowly descended from the clouds. Below stretched vast expanses of greenery. Near the cliff waterfall, the green leaves were condensed with a layer of dark purple color—demon fog that had been restrained to the extreme. Intermittent voices drifted from beneath the tree shade.

“…You’re really bold too. If those colleagues of yours discover this, I’m afraid the punishment from the upper realm will beat that tender skin and flesh of yours to pieces.”

It was the Third Prince’s voice. Xuan Yi looked at the demon fog condensing on the branches and leaves—there was abundant clear energy entangled with it.

A soft, coquettish, somewhat familiar female voice laughed quietly. “Who would bear to beat me? Only this bad fellow here would bear to make me like this. My body is covered in bruises from his pinching—such a cruel heart.”

Xuan Yi tilted her head and thought for a long time. She didn’t interact with many members of the divine race regularly, but she still had an impression of each one’s voice. This voice… was it Fu Luo? She suddenly understood—so that mount belonged to Fu Luo. This audaciously bold senior sister had flirted and carried on with the Third Prince, which had angered Gu Ting, leading to the current situation where the Dingmao Division was pursuing the Third Prince. No wonder Fucang had descended upon seeing the mount.

Dense branches and leaves blocked her view. She took a breath, and an enormous ice mirror appeared opposite them, projecting the entire scene beneath the distant tree shade upon its surface. Fucang immediately pinched her hard and warned her with his eyes.

Weren’t they here to capture the Third Prince? Xuan Yi ignored him and looked into the ice mirror. She saw Fu Luo, disheveled, nestled in the Third Prince’s embrace, the two of them speaking in low voices.

More than twenty thousand years had passed, and this princess of Tuxiang Mountain was even more stunningly beautiful than she had been that day in the Mingxing Hall. The black battle armor that looked drab and dusty on other goddesses somehow set off her snow-white skin on her body, making her incomparably radiant and lustrous. Mm, she was indeed much more beautiful than Yan Xia—no wonder Gu Ting had never been able to forget her.

The Third Prince’s left arm was empty—he only used his right hand to embrace her. His frame was large, and Fu Luo’s tall and slender figure seemed like a small cat in his embrace. He asked, “Who was that little celestial deity who challenged me last time? Don’t tell me you have some dealings with him?”

Fu Luo laughed coquettishly. “Aren’t you also constantly capturing goddesses? Don’t worry—there’s no one in my heart who can compare to you.”

The Third Prince said coldly, “What I want will forever be mine. If I don’t want it anymore, I’ll smash it to pieces before I let anyone else touch it even once.”

Fu Luo said softly, “So fierce—you’ve frightened me.”

The Third Prince stroked her hair, and his voice actually became gentle. “Among goddesses and female demons in both realms, there truly aren’t many who are both beautiful and sensible like this. Don’t worry—I can’t bear to kill you.”

Fu Luo smiled and rose from his embrace to straighten her clothes. “I should return. You should leave quickly too. The Dingmao Division has now fully deployed—they must intend to capture you with full force. Be careful not to get caught.”

This was bad—the Third Prince was about to leave. Once his demon fog arose, he would immediately detect them hiding in the distance. Fucang’s brows furrowed as he pressed Xuan Yi to the ground. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

The azure Chun Jun suddenly unsheathed. A tiny golden gleam shot out like lightning, instantly transforming into a massive golden dragon. The Third Prince had no time to evade and was bitten by the golden dragon in one mouthful, then pushed dozens of zhang across the ground, crying out in pain. His ability to repeatedly heal seemed completely useless before the golden dragon. The bitten areas caused piercing pain and bled continuously, and though this golden dragon was enormous, it was extraordinarily swift, making even evasion quite difficult.

The Third Prince suddenly roared in fury. Demon fog steamed upward, and massive pitch-black spears fell like rain. He grabbed one spear and flew up and down battling the golden dragon, locked in stalemate for a time. Suddenly catching sight of the white-robed battle commander in the distance, his hatred was such that his teeth nearly ground to powder. His left arm had been severed by this very battle commander.

He hurled the spear in his hand viciously toward Fucang. Fucang didn’t dodge, allowing this black spear to shatter the barrier. He recited an incantation, and the massive golden dragon suddenly transformed into ten thousand golden rays of light, shooting toward the Third Prince from all directions without any pattern.

Xuan Yi was watching with great interest when she suddenly saw Fu Luo on the side sneaking into the forest, clearly planning to run away alone.

Actually, she didn’t dislike this senior sister and rather admired her, but she liked Gu Ting more. He had been severely injured and near death until now, yet Fu Luo didn’t even mention going to see him—that seemed rather bad.

Sparse snowflakes fell. Before Fu Luo could rise on the wind, she was frozen in place.

Xuan Yi drifted over with a smile and said gently, “Senior Sister, wait a moment first. After we finish capturing the Third Prince, I’ll take you back to see Senior Brother Gu Ting.”

Fu Luo’s face turned green. She stared at her for a long while before recognizing her as that princess from the Zhuyin Clan. She couldn’t help but cry out sharply, “To so presumptuously attack a colleague—aren’t you afraid of facing punishment?!”

Xuan Yi shook her head. “I’m not afraid.”

Fu Luo recalled that the Zhuyin Clan was impervious to all methods, and the upper realm’s punishments had never been able to do anything to them. Her spirits immediately deflated.

On the opposite side, after the Third Prince had fought the sword energy tide for a long time, his body was already drenched in blood. He wanted to approach Fucang, but how sharp was the sword energy of the Huaxu Clan? It simply wouldn’t let him get close. He wanted to use his long spear to pierce him through, but the Huaxu Clan’s barriers were extremely solid. He didn’t want to reveal his demon form either—the demon body was too enormous and would surely attract even more formidable battle commanders.

In wild fury, the Third Prince suddenly retreated. Demon fog wrapped around his body layer upon layer, transforming into a mass of dark wind as he attempted to flee.

Unexpectedly, with one turn of his head, he crashed into an invisible ice wall. Immediately, the sky suddenly darkened as dense, fluttering snowflakes fell. The Third Prince rolled on the ground several times before being frozen solid, with only his eyes left blinking wildly. Before long, he saw a goddess in crimson battle armor drifting gracefully out from the forest, her figure slender and graceful, golden rings gleaming brilliantly in her fluffy hair—it was precisely that little goddess from last time who had caused him to linger and lose his left arm.

His eyes immediately went straight. So she was from the Zhuyin Clan—no wonder.

“You still need me after all, don’t you?” Xuan Yi said triumphantly.

Fucang glanced at her. It seemed he absolutely couldn’t count on her to obediently stay in one place. He had trusted her too much.

He tossed out demon-binding ropes and cinnabar incantations, properly tied up the Third Prince, and had just pulled him up from the ground when he heard him speak. “That Zhuyin Clan princess over there, why didn’t you fight me yourself?”

Xuan Yi looked at him and wrinkled her brow. “You’re ugly—I don’t want to fight you.”

The Third Prince trembled with rage. “Sooner or later, I’ll strip you naked and pin you to the ground…”

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was also bound by cinnabar incantations. The golden dragon coiled his large body from head to toe. Fucang looked around, then his gaze fell on Xuan Yi. “Where did you hide Fu Luo?”

Earlier, when she had sneakily frozen Fu Luo, he had seen it clear as day.

“I’m taking her back to see Senior Brother Gu Ting.” With a crook of Xuan Yi’s finger, the frozen Fu Luo flew out from the forest.

Fucang couldn’t help but laugh and cry. Sighing, he walked over. “Are you sure Gu Ting wants to see her?”

“Maybe seeing her will wake him up?” Xuan Yi felt this matter was quite possible.

If he woke, he’d probably be angered straight into perishing. Fucang looked at Fu Luo. Her face was covered in tears, and she looked at him with a pleading gaze, saying in a trembling voice, “Little Brother Fucang… let me go… please.”

Little Brother Fucang? Xuan Yi was amused by this form of address. As soon as she smiled, he tapped her forehead with his fingertip. His gaze moved away from Fu Luo’s face as he said indifferently, “Wait for the colleagues from the Dingmao Division to arrive. Whatever you have to say, say it to the Punishment Division at the South Heaven Gate.”