At this time, the red moon in the sky became increasingly eerie, and the two people entangled in mid-air fought even more fiercely.

Unlike Wei Jie’s lethal techniques filled with killing intent, Demon Girl Cui’s moves were more like frustrated exasperation at his failure to live up to expectations.

After nimbly dodging Wei Jie’s energy shield attacks, she finally found an opportunity to catch him off-guard and delivered two hard slaps across the man’s cold, handsome yet demonic face: “Wake up right now! I’m still alive! What are you crying funeral tears for? Snap out of it! Look what you almost did to grandmother!”

This fierce fighting style made Tang Youshu involuntarily cover his face.

This youngest disciple of his usually seemed carefree and cheerful, but when provoked, she was truly formidable…

Wei Jie’s face was slapped to one side, but those pitch-black eyes kept staring at Xiaoxiao intently. Even when Xiaoxiao slapped his face several more times, he didn’t dodge, only maintaining a numb, cold expression while letting Xiaoxiao strike him.

But the dense demonic nature in his eyes grew ever more intense, and his techniques to capture Xiaoxiao became faster and more unpredictable.

Fortunately, Xiaoxiao’s body was constantly surrounded by five phoenix guardian spirits, emitting sharp cries that formed a five-colored shield protecting her.

However, Xiaoxiao inwardly cursed—that old demon stone was obviously “inadequate.” As the fighting and entanglement prolonged, she could feel the demonic nature in her body gradually receding and probably couldn’t sustain much longer.

But Wei Jie seemed desperately seeking something. His heart demon was continuously nourished, and the demonic nature on his body didn’t weaken but grew stronger and stronger.

When that overwhelming oppressive force struck, it truly made one suffocate and unable to breathe!

She remembered Wei Jie once saying that her personality wasn’t suited for demonization. Now, seeing this man who could instantly demonize, she finally understood what it meant to have a constitution suited for demonization.

Wei Jie truly was a born Demon Lord! She even had the illusion that despite having shed heartblood and depleted his vital energy, when fighting with her, he seemed to have endless stamina…

Thinking of Wei Jie’s later demonic period in the previous life, when he battled enemies with ruthless killing across thousands of miles, Xiaoxiao dared not be overconfident.

She might not be able to hold on much longer, and only hoped to minimize the carnage Wei Jie would cause.

So while confronting Wei Jie in combat, she called out to the people on the ground: “Quickly, after Yu Ling’er comes out, seal the underworld gate, then get far away from here. Don’t stay and increase Wei Jie’s killing count! Tang Youshu! Explain the consequences to everyone, evacuate them quickly, and don’t let Wei Jie go on a killing spree!”

This was the first time in Xiaoxiao’s life she had called her master by his full name.

Tang Youshu’s eyes filled with tears, naturally understanding the implicit meaning in Xiaoxiao’s words: she was telling him to clear the field to prevent Wei Jie from sinning killing blood relatives.

If he truly experienced the tribulation of killing blood relatives, his master would probably have demonic nature penetrate his very bones, making it difficult to return to the righteous path.

But if they all left, wouldn’t Xiaoxiao be…

No, if someone truly had to be sacrificed, it should be him, this insignificant disciple. Otherwise, if Wei Jie killed Xiaoxiao, he would still be driven to demonization by regret!

The moment Yu Ling’er emerged from the underworld gate, Wei Jingfeng, clutching his injured chest, worked with his mother and the elders to quickly repair the damaged seal.

When Xiaoxiao had emerged from the cave earlier, although underworld demons had tried to escape with her, Xiaoxiao’s body carried five phoenix guardian spirits that intimidated those demons, preventing them from daring to emerge alongside her. This avoided the consequence of the underworld gate being wide open with demons escaping.

After sealing the underworld ghost gate, the Wei family matriarch looked worriedly at the girl entangled in combat with Wei Jie in mid-air, unwilling to heed Tang Youshu’s advice to leave.

Now she could see that the girl had demonized herself to perform the righteous act of a bodhisattva saving people! While the one who had become a demon and didn’t recognize anyone was her grandson.

In such circumstances, if all the Wei family left, leaving a young girl to handle everything alone, it would truly be hard to pass the test of conscience!

“That girl is fighting desperately—how can we leave her alone?” The Wei family grandmother meant that others could withdraw, but she and her son Wei Jingfeng should stay to help Xiaoxiao.

Seeing the Wei family grandmother stubbornly refusing to leave, Xiaoxiao could only think of a solution as her demonic nature was about to be exhausted.

She remembered that when her demonic nature had erupted last time, being in water seemed to slightly alleviate it.

With crowds of people on the ground now, she needed to get Wei Jie away from the people at Qilao Mountain.

Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao decided to use a teleportation technique to send herself and Wei Jie to Yun River in front of Qilao Mountain!

The Talisman Sect’s teleportation technique could instantly move people to different locations. As long as the distance wasn’t too far, it could usually deliver accurately.

Unfortunately, Xiaoxiao hadn’t mastered this advanced skill yet, but in such a life-or-death moment, she could only try.

Just as Wei Jie finally grabbed Xiaoxiao’s shoulder, Xiaoxiao bit her tongue tip, dipped her finger in blood, drew talismans in the air while reciting incantations, and waved toward the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the two people mid-air were swept away by the water waves and disappeared.

This incantation also exhausted what little demonic nature Xiaoxiao had left. When they instantly teleported above Yun River, Xiaoxiao’s red eyes disappeared, her demonic nature receded, and the five phoenix guardian spirits also vanished into deep sleep as her demonic nature dissipated.

Damn! She had recited the spell to transfer only Wei Jie, but how did this bastard drag her along by grabbing her shoulder?

Xiaoxiao backhanded a palm strike to push him away, but suddenly felt her true energy completely depleted, her whole body falling straight down—my life is over!

The injured girl’s dress hem fluttered like a butterfly with broken wings, falling straight from mid-air.

But that demonized man seemed unwilling to let her go, actually pursuing her all the way. Just as she was about to fall into the river, his iron grip firmly grasped her slender wrist, pulling her into his embrace.

At the same time, his other large hand once again gripped Xiaoxiao’s slender neck.

Xiaoxiao had no strength to resist at this point and could only smile helplessly, weakly slapping his handsome face again: “Bastard Wei Jie! You don’t even recognize me anymore. I’m telling you, if you dare kill your master to prove your path, even if I become a ghost, I won’t…”

Before Xiaoxiao could finish her dying words, Wei Jie’s large hand gripping her neck suddenly moved up to pinch her pointed chin, lowering his head to fiercely kiss the girl’s lips.

This kiss came somewhat unexpectedly.

Xiaoxiao, who had been prepared to die, was even more unable to react.

She couldn’t even close her eyes, only staring at the wolf-like, tiger-like man, then letting him carry her down from mid-air and press her onto the grassy ground by the river.

At this time, clear moonlight scattered on the ground, with silence all around, accompanied by the sound of rushing river water. If one ignored the cold river wind, it was a good place for wild lovers to meet in secret…

Xiaoxiao still couldn’t quite come to her senses, only managing to bite hard on the man’s presumptuous tongue. Taking advantage of his muffled grunt, she pushed him away: “Wei Jie… do you recognize who I am?”

Wei Jie’s eyes were still the deep black of ink, but they could gradually reflect Cui Xiaoxiao’s beautiful image.

Actually, from the moment Xiaoxiao appeared, Wei Jie had already recognized her.

But at that time, his demonic nature was invading, making rational action impossible, much less speaking. His only thought was to firmly grasp this woman in his hands, then do something to her…

So he had been entangled with Xiaoxiao like an evil dragon. Unfortunately, when this woman’s eyes turned red and she demonized, she became so difficult to deal with.

Like a slippery loach, making it impossible for him to grasp her firmly.

That feeling of a beloved object about to slip from his hands was truly unbearable, causing his demonic nature to grow stronger and his techniques to become more severe, somewhat beyond his control.

After finally pulling this woman into his embrace, he finally kissed those cherry lips he had longed for.

The flood suppressed in his heart for so long seemed to find an outlet for release at this moment. The woman who had entangled him in dreams was now firmly embedded in his embrace…

After that deep kiss ended, the blue flame mark on Wei Jie’s forehead gradually faded.

Just as Xiaoxiao, breathless from the kiss, pushed him away again, she discovered that Wei Jie’s forehead mark had disappeared but was now bleeding profusely!

Xiaoxiao looked in surprise at his bleeding forehead and was about to reach out to touch it when her arm was pressed down by Wei Jie again. The man used irresistible force to fiercely kiss her once more.

Unfortunately, this time Xiaoxiao had come to her senses. She first let Wei Jie kiss her passionately, even appropriately softening her body to accommodate the handsome man.

Just as the man was becoming intoxicated with desire, Xiaoxiao suddenly used a clever technique, executing a great transposition move, flipping over to pin Wei Jie beneath her, then firmly slapping a Soul-Stabilizing Talisman on Wei Jie’s chest.

Wei Jie was immobilized, only able to lie motionless, staring at the little girl who had ambushed him.

Xiaoxiao breathed a long sigh of relief, glaring at the man beneath her and scolding: “Already injured your primordial spirit, yet still thinking of taking advantage of me—are you planning to rush into the underworld’s River of Forgetfulness too!”

While saying this, Xiaoxiao gathered her torn clothes while severely scolding this death-seeking bastard!

Wei Jie’s pitch-black eyes gradually lightened, slowly returning to purple.

The divine nature spirit stone that had once restrained all his desires had been shattered into pieces when he couldn’t control his heart demon earlier.

Because of his persistent love and desire for the woman before him that he couldn’t let go, even his immortal-like divine nature had been tainted with an evil demonic nature, falling into the path of no return. It seemed he truly had a constitution prone to demonization—even with an ancient god’s divine nature spirit stone attached, it couldn’t save him from his destined demonization.

Now, he could feel the rolling hot blood from the spirit stone’s shattering in his forehead, and could truly feel the adorable way the little girl, pointing at his nose and scolding him, was frowning and glaring.

How could his little master be so beautiful? When scolding people, how could her big eyes be so bright and moist, making people go weak all over when she glared? And those wet lips—tasting them carried endless sweet fragrance…

Did she know that when scolding people, her collar accidentally loosened slightly again?

Taking advantage of the riverside wind and moonlight, one glance revealed boundless autumn moon beauty that made it impossible to look away…

However, he knew that if he didn’t speak up soon, his little master’s eyes might turn red again, and then she would eat people!

So he somewhat reluctantly looked away and said to the huffing little woman: “Xiaoxiao…”

Xiaoxiao was stunned because when he softly called her name, the corners of his mouth curved upward, and his childish canine teeth appeared in her vision again.

She couldn’t remember when she had last seen Wei Jie smile like this…

Was he… Jie’er?

Thinking this, Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but fall silent, only holding her breath and watching the handsome man smiling at her, then carefully touching his face that was somewhat red from her slaps, asking softly: “Are you… Jie’er?”

When Xiaoxiao leaned down, Wei Jie could even smell the warm fragrance emanating from her neck. A man and woman alone together in such an intimate position was truly too much of a test for a hot-blooded man.

Wei Jie felt that not only was his forehead bleeding, but his nose was also faintly aching and numb, about to gush hot blood.

But he didn’t get the coquettish behavior from his little master that he expected. Xiaoxiao only stared blankly at Wei Jie’s familiar yet seemingly distant mischievous smile, suspecting that she might have died in the River of Forgetfulness long ago, and everything before her was just a dying hallucination…

However, Wei Jie wasn’t as relaxed as he appeared. Having a succubus bloodline, one couldn’t easily shed tears.

Because of long-term confinement by his divine nature, Wei Jie’s emotional release this time came turbulently and fatally—he had shed far too many tears of heartblood!

It had been manageable while stimulated by his demonic nature earlier, but now, with his divine nature seal shattered and his true nature restored, all the negative effects came crashing down like an avalanche.

So after smiling, the aches throughout his body made him grunt.

He wanted to sit up and properly hold Xiaoxiao, but unfortunately, she had slapped a Soul-Stabilizing Talisman on him, leaving him unable to move even a finger.

Xiaoxiao confirmed his demonic nature had dissipated and only then reached out to remove the Soul-Stabilizing Talisman. When his body could move, Wei Jie endured the pain in his heart and immediately sat up, once again holding Xiaoxiao in his embrace.

But Cui Xiaoxiao, who had just been shedding tears for him, silently wiped her wet cheeks, pushed him away, stood up, and said with some distance: “I’ll go call Tang Youshu and your grandmother and the others over.”

Wei Jie endured the aches throughout his body and struggled to get up, grabbing Xiaoxiao’s arm: “Are you angry? The me from before wasn’t the real me!”

He hadn’t lost his memory when his divine nature possessed him—of course, he clearly remembered what he had said and done to Xiaoxiao, all those despicable things.

Thinking about his possessed, stupid behavior when he only wanted to ascend to immortality, Wei Jie wanted to first chop up his treacherous disciple, Tang Youshu, then severely slap himself several times.

But now he couldn’t even lift his arms. The strength he could barely muster was only enough to grab Xiaoxiao’s slender wrist to prevent her from slipping away like a fish without a trace.

Xiaoxiao wasn’t trying to settle accounts with him, though that account of being schemed against and used should indeed be properly settled.

It was just that Wei Jie was now seriously injured. Once the succubi’s bloodline lost heartblood, it could even be life-threatening.

She wanted to call Wei family grandmother and the others over to properly care for this severely injured man.

But Wei Jie couldn’t even straighten his back, yet was still gripping her wrist tightly, completely different from his previous cold behavior of looking at her like garbage.

This made Xiaoxiao want to roll her eyes. No matter how she tried to shake free, she couldn’t, so she could only say helplessly: “You’re so heavy, and I can’t carry you—how can I go find people?”

Wei Jie forcibly suppressed the hot blood surging up, desperately swallowing it back: “I won’t die immediately—what’s the point of calling them? You and I have caused tremendous trouble today. Are you planning to have grandmother come nail demon-subduing spikes into both our skulls?”

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao thought what he said made perfect sense.

After this bastard’s divine nature shattered, his understanding of human nature and worldly affairs seemed to have improved considerably—such thoughtful thinking!

If they called the Wei family matriarch, Xiaoxiao herself didn’t know how to explain. Most importantly, Wei Jie had still become a demon after all these twists and turns.

Xiaoxiao didn’t know how to write Wei Jie’s absurdly chaotic fate next!

However, just then, Tang Youshu brought Yu Ling’er to find them first.

From Tang Youshu’s words, there were still some troubles at Qilao Mountain, so the Wei family couldn’t leave immediately. They could only entrust Tang Youshu to check on Wei Jie and Xiaoxiao’s whereabouts.

Seeing his master’s eyes return to their charming light purple color, Tang Youshu breathed a long sigh of relief.

Thank all the gods and buddhas! Fortunately, his master was fine. If he had become a demon again and committed slaughter and carnage, even if Tang Youshu died a thousand or ten thousand times, it wouldn’t be enough compensation!

When Wei Jie saw his dear disciple Tang, those purple eyes were about to turn black again, even emanating a murderous aura.

He suddenly released Xiaoxiao, turned around, and grabbed the Heaven’s Punishment Sword that had been discarded to the side, preparing to chop up this turtle son, Tang Youshu!

Tang Youshu felt guilty and didn’t dodge, kneeling straight down to accept his master’s punishment.

The scene earlier had been truly soul-stirring—his master and Cui Xiaoxiao had both become demons and nearly destroyed each other.

If this originally loving couple had died by each other’s hands… Tang Youshu truly didn’t dare to think further.

So seeing his master menacingly raising his sword to settle accounts with him, he had no intention of dodging.

Only the little fox behind him desperately pulled at Tang Youshu, shouting: “Xiaoxiao, look quickly—Wei Jie is going crazy again!”

According to Xiaoxiao’s thinking, these master and disciple were birds of a feather—even if they beat each other’s brains out, it had nothing to do with her!

Unfortunately, seeing Wei Jie’s posture, he intended to kill someone, and the little fox caught in the middle was quite distressed.

Xiaoxiao could only helplessly mediate, hugging Wei Jie’s narrow waist from behind, trying to separate this deadly master-disciple pair.

For a moment, even the cold moonlight was disrupted by this riverside chaos into something absurdly chaotic.

However, Wei Jie was seriously internally injured. When illness struck like a landslide, the moment Xiaoxiao embraced his waist, his legs went weak, his head tilted, and he collapsed into Xiaoxiao’s arms again.

Tang Youshu quickly grabbed his master’s wrist and examined his spiritual platform. His expression became grave as he looked up at his weakened master…

Tang Youshu’s expression was somewhat frightening, making Xiaoxiao’s heart sink slightly as she asked tensely: “Is he… very serious?”

Tang Youshu took a deep breath, silently looked at Wei Jie, nodded, took down the bamboo basket from his back, pulled out a medicine gourd, poured out several pills, and handed them to Xiaoxiao: “These are Netherworld Spirit Pills I refined. Although the furnace’s heat wasn’t sufficient, they could temporarily help master stabilize his heartblood… He’s injured too severely this time! He shouldn’t be emotionally agitated anymore, shouldn’t be scolded or lectured. If you want to settle accounts, just settle with me alone…”

Perhaps unable to listen to Tang Youshu’s absurdly chaotic medical assessment, Wei Jie’s head tilted as he softly collapsed into Xiaoxiao’s fragrant embrace, then coldly glared at his rebellious disciple and mocked: “I wouldn’t dare randomly eat your stuff. Who knows what tricks you’ve put in these pills?”

In two hundred years, Tang Youshu had truly never fallen out with anyone.

But now that he had offended people, he had offended a pair, both of whom he valued deeply in his heart.

The plan he had plotted and brewed for a hundred years now lay in ruins. Tang Youshu’s heart was indescribably bitter.

He couldn’t help but shed tears of frustration: “…Forget it, everything is fate. I originally thought I could help master change your fate and reshape your divine nature. But I never expected to make things worse, causing the master to shed heartblood, deplete your primordial spirit, and develop heart demons. I… I’m truly sorry to both of you!”

At the end, he raised his hand to strike his skull!

This time, Xiaoxiao could only abandon the powerless man in her arms and join Yu Ling’er in pulling back the suicidal Young Master Tang.

Tang Youshu was now also having a heart attack.

He originally carried a demon pearl, but his gentle nature and easygoing personality, combined with two hundred years of accumulated cultivation, allowed him to control his demonic nature well.

But now with this wave of guilt striking, even gentle Young Master Tang became somewhat dark and despairing. The demon pearl he carried released its demonic nature, black scales spread across his face, and he entered a frenzied state, determined to die in front of Wei Jie.

Cui Xiaoxiao felt she’d had enough for one night!

She had fought from the underworld back to the yang realm. First, demonizing herself to lure Wei Jie away, preventing the tremendous disaster of Wei family blood relatives killing each other, then calling back the rationality of Wei Jie, this great demon lord. Now she had to stop Tang Youshu from committing suicide…

Heavens above, what sins had she committed to encounter this pair of troublesome master and disciple Wei Jie and Tang Youshu!

Thinking this, she unceremoniously waved her hand, summoning a stream of icy river water to ruthlessly splash Tang Youshu’s face.

After soaking him from head to toe like a drowned rat, Xiaoxiao said coldly: “If you want to die, take your master far away before dying! Don’t you know that Yu Ling’er and I spent tremendous effort to escape from that cold underworld hell? If you two want to go, then go quickly! See if Ling’er and I will shed half a tear for you!”

Speaking of this, the many grievances Xiaoxiao had accumulated surged to her heart again, but she had to desperately suppress herself from crying, only making her eyes red.

Perhaps because of the five phoenix spirits, when this girl glared, she had phoenix-like majesty that seemed to be the nemesis of all kinds of demons!

Under her imposing gaze, the black scales on Tang Youshu’s cheeks gradually receded, only saying shamefully: “It’s all my fault. I should have explained everything to you earlier…”

Hearing Xiaoxiao say this, Yu Ling’er thought of their underworld experience and also felt frightened and wronged. She hugged Tang Youshu’s neck, threw herself into his embrace, and cried without restraint.

Wei Jie had originally wanted to tear Tang Youshu apart for revenge, but with Tang Youshu making such a life-or-death scene, if he continued wanting to kill people, he would become the unreasonable one in Xiaoxiao’s mouth!

It was just that this Tang Youshu was too damn good at stealing the spotlight! Making him get thrown on the grass by Xiaoxiao, with no one paying attention to him.

After Yu Ling’er sobbed for a while, Wei Jie, sprawled on the grass, finally asked coldly: “There’s still someone about to die here—is anyone going to care…”