The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 222 The Death of the Witch

Meanwhile, in the dragon territory.

Xuanyuan Ming, transformed into the Candle Dragon, tore through the clouds and plunged down with a fierce wind, stirring up waves of air that caused the clouds and mist in the valley to churn endlessly.

"Greetings, Young Master."

The dragon guards spotted him instantly and came over to greet him.

Just then, a majestic voice came from the highest peak: "You unfilial son, you still know how to come back?"

Xuanyuan Ming landed and transformed into human form, a hint of impatience flashing in his dark golden eyes.

He looked up toward the source of the sound and saw that the Dragon Clan Chief Xuan Yuanhao had appeared at some point, his eyes cold.

"Father."

Xuanyuan Ming called out softly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Xuanyuan Hao appeared before him instantly, his dragon might pressing down on him like a tangible force: "Three years. You disappeared for three whole years. Did you treat the Phoenix Clan's marriage agreement as a joke? You abandoned the affairs of the clan. What is your purpose in suddenly returning today?"

Xuan Yuanming's lips curled into a cold smile: "A marriage contract? When did I ever agree to that? Didn't I crush that thing in my hand?"

"presumptuous!"

Xuan Yuanhao shattered the boulder beside him with a single palm strike. "This is a marriage agreement between our two clans. You cannot act willfully."

"rule?"

A dark glint flashed in Xuan Yuanming's eyes, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "When that witch cast the Curse of Death on Yue'er, why didn't she follow the rules?"

A rare look of tension flashed across Xuan Yuanhao's face, but it only lasted a moment before he quickly regained his composure and coldly asked, "Who told you that?"

The Curse of Death was placed on his orders by the witch doctor years ago; no one knew that he was actually the mastermind behind it all.

In his view, a lower-realm female was qualified to be his son's mate.
If it weren't for the fact that he saved his son when they were children, I would have sent someone to kill him long ago.

Even the wolf tribe behind them was razed to the ground.

Xuanyuan Ming suddenly laughed, his face cold and his lips curling into a mocking smile: "I figured it out myself, is that not allowed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a blur and rushed towards the Temple of the Witch God.

"boom…"

The gates of the Witch God Temple were smashed open by a tremendous force.

When Xuanyuan Ming rushed into the inner room with a murderous look on his face, Wu Ji was dripping dark red liquid into the crystal ball.

"Young Master?"

The witch wondered why he had suddenly come to her place, and why he was so full of murderous intent.

She frowned, about to speak.

His neck was gripped by the dragon's claws, and he instantly had difficulty breathing.

"Young...lord, what do you mean by this?"

The witch's eyes widened, her wrinkled old face instantly turned red, she had difficulty breathing, and she spoke with trembling difficulty.

He looked as if he would die at any moment.

"Who gave you the audacity to cast the Curse of Death on Yue'er? Hmm? You deserve to die."

Xuan Yuanming's face was icy cold, his dark golden eyes blazing with murderous intent, and his knuckles tightened inch by inch.

The witch's breathing became increasingly difficult, and her neck, which resembled dry tree bark, cracked and sputtered.

The old woman's cloudy eyes bulged out, and broken syllables squeezed from her throat: "Chieftain."

"Crack!"

The old woman in the black robe slumped her head limply, like an old crow with a broken neck.

The Dragon Clan's Great Witch never imagined that he would die at the hands of the young lord he had so carefully assisted.

Xuanyuan Ming threw the corpse aside.

Unaware of the eerie smile that played on the witch's lips as she lay dying, her words, like those of a venomous snake, trailed off: "The one you loved died long ago. The one now is..."

He died before he could finish speaking.

He suddenly looked at the witch, and like a madman, grabbed her still-rigid shoulder, "What did you say?"

But the old woman had already breathed her last, a strange smile frozen on her lips.

Xuanyuan Ming froze on the spot. The witch's words, "The person you love is long dead," pierced his eardrums like a venomous snake, leaving him unable to process them.

I have absolutely no idea what's going on.

The moon is perfectly alive and well, so what do you mean by "she died a long time ago"?

What does "died young" mean?

He shook the corpse violently, dragon scales bursting from beneath the skin, his dark golden eyes flashing crimson: "Explain yourself! What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

Unfortunately, the witch was already dead, and no matter how much she was shaken, she could not respond.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped shaking.

He just stared blankly at the witch's corpse.

I suddenly remembered the question Yue'er asked in the Red Rock Canyon: "What if I'm not the person you think I am..."

His heart clenched suddenly, his dark golden eyes turned even more crimson, his dragon horns on his head appeared and disappeared, and more and more scales appeared on his body.

Suddenly, a picture of Yue'er when she was five years old appeared in my mind.

The little female with pigtails wiped away her tears and secretly applied the corrosive grass juice to his wounds where he had been scratched by thorns.

The little dragon was trembling with pain.

She sobbed and said, "Are you in a lot of pain? Let me blow on it, and it will stop hurting. Amu said this herb can heal wounds, and you'll get better soon."

The scene abruptly shifts, and the little female, grinning, chases after him, holding up a red berry: "That's not a poisonous fruit, I've tasted the sweet ones..."

He turned and swallowed it without hesitation, but before he fell into a coma from the poison, he heard her panicked scream.

In my memory, Yue'er was always like this, committing evil deeds while crying even more miserably than the victims.

The image in her mind shifted again, and Su Xiyue appeared in the present.

On the night he and Yue'er reunited in the lower realm, although he was suffering from a bout of madness and not very clear-headed, he still remembered what had happened.

At that time, Yue'er calmly used vines to fight against herself.

When the two first appeared in the Seven Clouds Valley of the Upper Realm, Yue'er even tried to secretly kill him.

Later, he discovered it himself, but pretended nothing had happened.

And the cold expression on his face as he plunged a hairpin into his own chest without hesitation.

She was completely different from the clumsy, mischievous, and crybaby person I remembered.

"No, impossible." Xuanyuan Ming staggered backward, his dragon tail sweeping over the sacrificial altar.

The crystal ball rolled to the ground, reflecting his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face. "Yue'er has just grown up."

"Young Master..."

The arriving dragon guards stared in horror at the mess on the ground.

They were all shocked when they saw the witch's corpse.

I can't believe it at all. The young lord killed the witch.

This is a high shaman of the dragon race, whose status is no less than that of the clan leader.

Xuanyuan Ming suddenly twisted off the witch's head and put it into the animal skin bag at his waist.

Then, suddenly, he lunged forward, his dragon claw crushing the throat of the nearest dragon guard: "Who dares to stop me?"

His dark gold eyes were filled with crimson, but the corners of his mouth curled into a maniacal arc.

Whether the moon is truly the moon or not, a simple verification will tell.

He rushed out of the witch's temple carrying a leather bag containing the witch's head.

His body transformed into a candle dragon and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"The traitor——"

Xuan Yuanhao's furious roar echoed throughout the entire dragon clan.

……

The night was as dark as ink. Inside a cave on the north side of Red Rock Canyon, the crackling firelight from burning wood illuminated the entire cave.

Su Xiyue sat cross-legged on the haystack, closed her eyes and began to cultivate. Several times she wanted to drink the three bottles of power-enhancing potions that the system had rewarded her with, and also to study the complete encyclopedia of spells.

Thinking of the men in the cave, she held back and didn't take the item out.

Just then, a system alarm sounded in her mind: "Warning, warning, Xuan Yuanming killed the Dragon Clan's Great Witch, the Witch. Before she died, the Witch revealed that the original host had already died. Fortunately, she passed away before she could mention the host. Xuan Yuanming is currently extremely suspicious. Once he finds the host, he will definitely try to find out the truth from the host. Please be prepared to deal with it."

Hearing the voice in her mind, she suddenly opened her eyes, her back soaked with cold sweat.

Mo Lin, who was fiddling with the firewood, suddenly looked up: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

She shook her head slightly, trying to appear normal.

Xuan Yuanming had already become suspicious. Just as the system had said, it would definitely test him in every way after returning.

Once they discover they are not the original owner of the body, their lives will likely be in danger.

Fortunately, Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming were all there, and their strength had all broken through to the peak of the seventh rank, and they had even undergone ancestral evolution.

Except for Xuanming.

His strength is no longer comparable to what it used to be, and he certainly won't let Xuanyuan Ming kill him.

The problem is that Xuanyuan Ming is backed by the entire Dragon Clan, which is the most terrifying force in the Upper Realm and a colossal entity.

If the other party goes berserk, they might really crush the entire lower realm.

Then wipe out the wolf tribe.

At that time, no matter how strong Ye Ling and the others are individually, they probably won't be able to withstand the entire dragon clan.

Thinking about this, she became even more nervous.

He began to think of a solution.

As for the original statement about taking Xuanyuan Ming as the sixth beast husband, just consider it a load of rubbish.

If your life is in danger, what's the point of talking about being a beastly husband?

They wouldn't agree to it either, and they'd probably think I was taking over their sweetheart's body.

Perhaps, they'll even find a great shaman to extract their soul from this body.

This possibility is not impossible.

That madman is capable of anything.

"Host, there's no need to be so nervous. You have the original owner's memories and know everything that happened in the past. If Xuan Yuanming tests you, just deal with it properly."

The system sensed her thoughts and promptly reminded her in her mind.

Su Xiyue did not speak.

Although I have the original owner's memories, it's not absolutely safe, since I am ultimately a different person from the original owner.

Their personalities, styles, and behaviors are all different.

The reason why Xuan Yuanming did not suspect anything at first was simply because the two had not seen each other for more than ten years, and it is normal for a girl to change as she grows up.

However, once one forms a preconceived notion and knows in their heart that the original owner was already dead, yet the person is still alive, then this suspicion will only deepen.

It's hard to say what will happen then.

Just then, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out outside the cave, exceptionally clear in the silent night.

"Heh, they came fast. Looks like they succeeded."

Xuanming jumped up first, knowing that Xuanyuanming had returned.

Xuanyuan Ming, covered in blood, stepped into the cave. Dark red liquid seeped from the animal skin bag at his waist, leaving red spots on the ground as it dripped down.

His dark golden eyes were fixed on Su Xiyue: "Yue'er, guess what I brought back?"

The hand with distinct knuckles tore open the animal skin bag, and the witch's head rolled to Su Xiyue's feet, its cloudy eyes bulging out at her.

What disgusting zombies hadn't Su Xiyue seen in the apocalypse? She wasn't afraid of a dead human head.

But thinking of the original owner, she still subconsciously took two steps back, her face turning slightly pale.

Although the original owner was vicious and liked to play pranks, she was not very brave.

Mo Lin frowned slightly, kicked the witch's head away, and said coldly, "You scared her."

Xuan Yuanming stared at Su Xiyue's reaction, a dark light flashing in his dark golden eyes.

"Yue'er used to be too scared to even watch wild animals being skinned, but now she's much calmer."

He chuckled softly, his voice ambiguous.

Su Xiyue's fingers tightened slightly. The original owner was indeed timid as a mouse, but she also liked to do bad things.

She forced a smile: "People have to grow up, I can't stay a little female forever."

Xuan Yuanming walked slowly closer, his murderous aura still lingering. "But some habits don't change even when you grow up."

Ye Ling narrowed her silver eyes, noticing that something was wrong with Xuan Yuanming. She instantly stepped in front of Su Xiyue: "Since you avenged Yue'er and successfully obtained her head, we naturally acknowledge your existence. But what's wrong with you now?"

(End of this chapter)