Fucang fell silent, frowning as he stared at her.

Xuan Yi simply smiled at him. Suddenly seeing him move and prop himself up, before he could come over to snatch it, she immediately and obediently presented the Chun Jun sword with both hands. This scoundrel shenjun was a brute—a wise woman knows not to fight a losing battle.

Fucang glanced at her: “Why did you run away just now?”

He had called out to her precisely because the Zhuyin Clan was invincible wherever they went. Who knew she would be so useless? It was the same last time when they encountered Feilian Shenjun. He had thought she was deliberately concealing her abilities, but it turned out she really was a complete waste.

Xuan Yi replied without the slightest guilt: “I don’t know how to fight.”

The Zhuyin Divine Dragons were valiant in battle, yet in her mouth it became “fighting.”

“Then why did you come back?”

Xuan Yi looked at him as if looking at an idiot: “Water plants were chasing me. I couldn’t get away.”

Fucang felt another breath stuck in his throat—couldn’t spit it out, couldn’t swallow it down. He simply didn’t want to deal with her anymore. He tilted his ear to listen to the nearby movements. In the River God’s hall, Gu Ting was cursing with full vigor. It sounded like he should be temporarily safe for now.

Looking again at the Seven Fiends Grand Formation’s center with its flickering red light at the broken stone pillars, judging from the scale of the formation center, the entire River God’s residence had already been surrounded by the grand formation. Yet he felt no sense of his divine power being stripped away. Even the demon poison he had been affected by earlier had faded extremely quickly.

Fucang crouched down and grabbed a handful of white snow, letting it slide through his fingers—Zhuyin white snow. No wonder. She had ultimately still been of some use.

“I have a question.” Xuan Yi’s soft voice gently rang out from behind. “When can we leave?”

Fucang gripped Chun Jun and looked down at the light of the Seven Fiends Grand Formation flowing across the ground. He said lightly: “Hold on a bit longer.”

Xuan Yi said in a low voice: “Better be quick. My divine power is meager and can’t last long.”

Having said this, she tossed over a snowball the size of a fist and added: “If the snowball melts, then everyone can stay here to be her dinner.”

Fucang silently placed the snowball in his bosom. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist tightly, his five fingers clamping down like iron pincers—just enough force that she couldn’t break free.

Xuan Yi frowned at him: “What do you mean?”

His expression was calm: “It means don’t hold me back.”

Her? Hold him back? Xuan Yi was about to retort sarcastically when unexpectedly Fucang drew out Chun Jun in one motion. Cold light flashed, and the Seven Fiends Grand Formation on the ground was instantly split open. The divine power and demon power stored within rose up densely like bubbles. Immediately following, a great force yanked her, and without her feet touching the ground she flew out, swift as lightning—alright, it seemed she really would hold him back.

The arguing voices in the River God’s hall suddenly stopped. The graceful figure of the Wu River Fairy had just appeared at the doorway when Fucang concentrated his mind and chanted an incantation. With one finger he pointed at her shoulder. She cried out in alarm, her body involuntarily flying backward. She flew a full dozen zhang before tumbling to the ground, bound by several golden light incantations to the floor, unable to move.

“Fucang! Princess Xuan Yi?”

Inside the room, Gu Ting’s clothing and hat were somewhat disheveled. Who knew how many rouge marks had been kissed onto his face—he looked nothing like his usual rigid and serious self. At this moment, being gazed at by him with such surprise and delight, Xuan Yi couldn’t hold back and laughed with a “pfft.”

“Leave quickly.” Fucang continued chanting incantations, making the golden light incantations binding the Wu River Fairy multiply by several more layers. Only then did he drag Xuan Yi to charge at the residence’s main gate. With one sword stroke he sliced open the gate. In an instant, light and shadow shifted. All around changed to the dark and lightless riverbed. The divine power on his body surged, and his auspicious light also brightened to the extreme, instantly illuminating ten li of the riverbed in all directions.

Xuan Yi only felt her eyes were going blind. She hastily covered them tightly with her other hand, hearing Gu Ting behind them saying repeatedly with hatred: “This demon is simply audacious beyond measure! Not only did she kill the entire River God’s family and impersonate the River God, she also frequently detains passing deities to eat their flesh and gnaw their bones! With such accumulated crimes, how can the nearby mountain gods and earth deities not report to the upper realm!”

Though reluctant, he also had to admit that this Wu River Fairy’s cultivation was fundamentally unfathomable—probably even Feilian Shenjun would find it difficult to contend with her. Feilian Shenjun was three hundred twenty thousand years old this year. A demon even more formidable than him could only be from those massive and ancient famous demon clans—it was absolutely impossible for there to be no record in the divine realm. In fact, if a demon clan in the lower realm exceeded one hundred thousand years, the nearby mountain gods and earth deities would immediately report to the Patrol Spirit Officials, who would record it in the registry without any omissions.

Moreover, she could even gnaw and eat divine beings—absolutely unheard of! The divine realm was actually completely unaware, so that the three of them had run here in confusion and nearly lost their lives.

Suddenly, a gentle female voice sounded from behind: “So there’s a Zhuyin Clan member—no wonder you ran so fast and took my pearl necklace with you. I actually misjudged. But with such meager divine power and such a young age, how could your family elders feel at ease letting you come out?”

They were all startled and hastily turned back. They saw that beautiful Wu River Fairy stepping on ethereal white lotuses one step at a time, unhurriedly following behind. No matter how desperately they flew, they could never shake her off.

Gu Ting angrily said: “Already laden with crimes! Yet you still dare to commit more!”

The Wu River Fairy smiled slightly: “I hear your master is Baize Dijun. I haven’t seen Baize Dijun in a long time. I rather miss him. Does he still have that never-growing-up comical appearance?”

Such brazen words! The respectful and proper heart in Gu Ting was ignited. He couldn’t help but prepare to argue severely with her a few more sentences for the sake of his master’s reputation. But then he heard her say sweetly: “Fucang Shenjun, that move you used just now hurt me so much. You must compensate me.”

The Wu River Fairy removed the shawl from her body, speaking with a charming smile: “As punishment, you must stay behind to chat with me.”

She gently tossed out the shawl. Meeting the wind, it instantly grew a dozen zhang, directly blocking out the sky. Xuan Yi immediately panicked and vigorously twisted her arm back and forth, trying to shake off Fucang’s hand—let him go to his death by himself! Let her go!

Suddenly, everything before her eyes turned white. The densely packed soft shawl like flowing clouds had somehow already wrapped around them. In the blink of an eye, she and Fucang were bound tightly together. A massive force yanked them, and Xuan Yi only felt the world spinning as her body was pulled flying backward.

In the nick of time, Fucang suddenly blew a long whistle. The nine-headed lion that had been hiding in the sea of clouds swooped down, opened its mouth to bite the just-about-to-help Gu Ting, and without caring how he yelled and shouted, turned and fled, becoming a tiny black dot in a flash.

A body in his arms was struggling vigorously—that unlucky dragon princess had been wrapped up in the shawl together with him. Fucang lightly exhaled a breath, blowing the shawl apart. Grabbing her by the back collar, he tossed her onto his back without the slightest mercy, like throwing a sack.

It hurts, it hurts so much! Xuan Yi was in such pain that both hands flailed wildly, but then he firmly clamped down on her wrist again, and she couldn’t move.

The Wu River Fairy stopped her pursuing steps. Staring fixedly at the Chun Jun sword at Fucang’s waist, then at his cold-as-ice countenance, she smiled lightly. Taking her time, she adjusted her sleeves and said: “Fucang Shenjun, with such an elegant and handsome appearance, you must be more sensible and tactful than that little shenjun just now. Won’t you obediently accompany me back? Of course, if you find my beauty acceptable to your eyes, we can also do some more delightful things.”

By the time she finished speaking, her voice had become extremely coquettish, her eyes brimming with water.