The Huaxu Clan was famous for their elegant refinement and nobility. Since becoming aware of the world, every single divine lord and goddess Fucang had encountered had been gentle, refined, and ethereally composed. Yet in the divine realm there actually existed someone like Princess Zhuyin, who every single time forcibly tore out his malicious side.

Without thinking, he reached out to throw her off, but who would have thought that this seemingly delicate and elegant princess, at critical moments, moved like a rat—both obscene and nimble. Using hands, feet, and mouth together, even her chin could be put to use. She slithered right under his armpit to hide.

Fucang was so angry he laughed: “The Zhuyin Clan has opened my eyes yet again today.”

Run quickly! Xuan Yi urged him with her eyes.

The massive, crisscrossing wind blades were close at hand. Fucang momentarily couldn’t bother with her anymore. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed wild wind and flying sand in all directions with nowhere to hide. Taking a direct hit from the wind blades would certainly result in severe injury. When Feilian Shenjun flew into a rage, it was no small matter.

There was a gap above the southern part of the hall! His reaction was extraordinarily quick. He immediately rode the wind attempting to break through Wangshu Palace and escape, but heard Feilian Shenjun give a cold laugh. The moon sand had already shot out like a snake. Fucang only felt his ankle being tightly constricted as if by a python, no longer able to fly higher.

Seeing the wind blades about to shoot out from Feilian Shenjun’s palm again, Fucang was trapped and couldn’t dodge—useless Huaxu Clan!

Xuan Yi rolled out from under his armpit, aiming for the gap and planning to run first. Unexpectedly, her wrist was fiercely gripped. She struggled in every way possible, her two feet forcefully stomping on his chest. Fucang’s snow-white garments immediately gained countless black footprints.

“Didn’t you say we’d share hardship together?” Fucang smiled yet didn’t smile, his naturally enchanting voice sounding as if he were flirting, yet his gaze flickered with cold intent. “Stay here with me!”

He flicked his finger against her knee, and she tumbled down without any ability to resist, her head colliding with his chin. As if afraid she would run again, he mercilessly grabbed the long braid dragging behind her head and wound it around his hand several times.

Xuan Yi’s eyes brimmed with tears from the pain. This vicious brute! What cold-as-moonlight divine lord—he was clearly a conscienceless bastard! His chin was right before her eyes, so she opened her mouth and viciously bit down.

As if shocked by her shameless behavior, Fucang continued winding the braid in his hand two more times. The pain made her raise her hand to strike, her two feet kicking his legs and waist without any pattern or method.

These two such elegant and noble celestial deities had descended to such barbaric and crude behavior that even Feilian Shenjun was somewhat dazed. The wind blade pinched in his hand was forgotten and unconsciously dispersed.

The two young celestial deities above had progressed to hurling abuse at each other. Probably because of the pain, Xuan Yi’s soft voice sounded trembling: “The Huaxu Clan is apparently best at pulling hair!”

Fucang’s voice was sinister: “The Zhuyin Clan isn’t bad either, especially skilled at swindling and cheating, then burning bridges after crossing rivers.”

“You used trickery first and burned my clothes!”

“I thought you provoked me first.”

“You’re just stupid yourself!”

“Is that so? I said before, the Huaxu Clan always repays the smallest grievance.”

Seeing they were about to progress to a new round of close combat brawling, Feilian Shenjun felt he really couldn’t watch anymore. The world was in decline, divine hearts were no longer ancient. These young divine clan members nowadays were simply shameless, with no sense of dignity! A divine lord and a divine goddess, fighting at the slightest disagreement, even able to do things like pulling braids and biting chins—it truly opened his eyes wide.

“What have you become!” Feilian Shenjun, completely lacking self-awareness, sternly rebuked them. “The divine lord doesn’t know magnanimity, the divine goddess doesn’t know gentle refinement! Baize Dijun’s disciples are truly getting worse with each generation!”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Fucang move like a startled rabbit, one palm chopping through the somewhat loosened moon sand. Xuan Yi exhaled a breath, and the entire Wangshu Palace instantly plunged into a darkness where one couldn’t see one’s own hand before one’s face.

The sudden turn of events left Feilian Shenjun dazed for a moment. When the darkness receded, the hall was completely empty. The two celestial deities who had just been fighting so chaotically had long since run off without a trace. Only then did he realize he had been played yet again. He immediately flew into a wild rage, yet remembering his hair problem of many years had been resolved, he ultimately reluctantly restrained his anger, fondling his pitch-black, smooth long hair with deep affection.

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Riding wind and treading clouds, with no time to look back, when the majestic outline of the Celestial Palace could finally be faintly seen ahead, Fucang abruptly stopped.

A slightly cool jade hand still rested on his forehead, fingers pressed against his eye socket, bright red fingernails just a hair’s breadth from touching his eyeball, silently expressing a threat.

“Let go.” He spoke coldly.

Xuan Yi was perched on his back. Her braid behind her head was still wound many times around his hand, her neck stiffly craned.

“You let go first.” She showed no weakness.

Then they’d just keep at it.

Fucang lowered his head to look at the black footprints on his chest. He tried dusting them off a few times but it seemed to have no effect, so he simply gave up.

“Aren’t you skilled at wielding swords and spears?” Xuan Yi sneered coldly. “At the critical moment, you were completely useless.”

Fucang’s face was expressionless: “You’re just the opposite. At critical moments you’re too useful. I never imagined that to help Master obtain Feilian Shenjun’s hair, you’d dare use any underhanded trick.”

The matter of the hair was originally just Baize Dijun’s strange whim. He had never intended to comply. Feilian Shenjun had a notorious reputation—any rational divine clan member wouldn’t provoke a mad dog.

Xuan Yi said leisurely: “These divine clan members who think they have some skills, once they wield swords and spears it’s like reason is entirely on their side. I specifically want to make them suffer.”

Fucang said calmly: “Divine clan members who wield swords and spears all have narrow minds and always repay grudges. Dragon Princess, be careful.”

Xuan Yi originally wanted to continue trading barbs with him, but the silver hair wound around her fingers suddenly twisted several times. Oh, she had almost forgotten—here were still two strands of Feilian Shenjun’s hair.

She rubbed the silver hair, opened her mouth and gently inhaled. Two masses of the Darkness of Zhuyin instantly gushed out along the veins of the two hair strands. In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, they had returned to her body.

No doubt at this moment, Feilian Shenjun, whose hair had returned to its original state, was furiously enraged again? That scene must be extremely interesting.

“Junior Brother Fucang! Junior Sister Xuan Yi!”

Tai Yao’s shouting voice came from the distance. Hearing this voice, the two celestial deities’ reactions were extraordinarily quick. Fucang immediately released Xuan Yi’s braid, and Xuan Yi also rolled off his back. In an instant, they separated a full ten feet from each other.

Before long, a large group of senior brothers came in a rush. Gu Ting and Tai Yao were both there, and even Zhi Xi had followed. Seeing the several pitch-black footprints on Fucang’s chest and a row of teeth marks on his chin, Gu Ting’s expression immediately changed, and his voice changed too: “Feilian Shenjun actually truly struck you?! This divine lord is far too absurd! How are you? Are you injured?”

Fucang touched the teeth marks on his chin. Meeting the concerned gazes of the many senior brothers, his expression was natural: “I’m fine. I caught an opening and escaped.”

Who would have thought—he could also lie, and lie quite smoothly at that. She knew all along he wasn’t a good person.

“How can you be fine!” Zhi Xi looked even more anxious than Gu Ting, moving closer to carefully examine the footprints on his chest, her face turning pale. “The chest is a vital area! I heard that Feilian Shenjun never knows moderation when he strikes. Forty thousand years ago, he had a disagreement with the Crown Prince of the South Sea Dragon God and fought fiercely, beating the South Sea Dragon Crown Prince until he vomited blood for three days! How could you withstand so many of his kicks! Quickly go back! Have Master examine your injuries!”

A muffled laugh came from the side. Zhi Xi bit her teeth and turned back, only to see Xuan Yi rubbing the two dancing silver hairs in her hand, leisurely watching the scenery.

“A colleague is injured, yet you can still laugh!” Zhi Xi was infuriated. “If you hadn’t insisted on entangling with Feilian Shenjun, how would he have been forced to strike Junior Brother Fucang?! You can still laugh?!”

Xuan Yi touched her nose and said gently: “Senior Sister, please forgive me. Since Master instructed this disciple to retrieve items, this disciple naturally must handle the matter with utmost dedication. Fortunately, the mission was not dishonored.”

She stroked the silver hair in her hand, looking extremely righteous and upright.

Tai Yao came out to mediate: “Earlier, Junior Brother Gu Ting hurried back to Mingxing Hall in great haste, only saying you two were entangled by Feilian Shenjun and probably couldn’t escape. We then rushed over to help. Since there’s no problem, that’s for the best. Let’s all return—Master is still waiting.”

Just as his words fell, they heard the sound of wind and thunder from behind. They saw Feilian Shenjun with his full head of silver hair dancing wildly, chasing after them in a seemingly crazed state.