Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 105 A Cold, Clear Pool, Past Events Like Smoke

On the shady side of Bright Summit Mountain, ice and snow cover the land, and the cold air is as sharp as a blade.

Three sides are sheer, sheer mountain peaks, with a pool of water in the middle, now frozen solid. It's like a giant piece of jade frozen solid for millennia; looking down from the surface, the water seems bottomless, and wisps of icy air rise from it.

This place is indeed a "clear, cold pool".

As Yun Changkong, who was holding a table, drew closer and closer, he felt increasingly cold, and in the blink of an eye, he had stopped by the pool.

Yun Changkong did not use his internal energy to resist the cold air, but he felt as if his bones and marrow were about to freeze.

Only then did he understand why Yang Dingtian jumped down from there, intending not to come back up.

It's just because it's too cold here.

He immediately activated his divine power, accelerating its circulation, and only then did his body begin to warm up.

Just then, the sound of clothes fluttering through the air came from there. Yun Changkong turned his head and saw a woman in purple robes gracefully approaching. She stepped on the cliff face, holding a long sword, and flew over as if riding the wind.

Her purple robes fluttered gracefully, stirring up all sorts of thoughts, and even Yun Changkong's heart couldn't help but tremble.

He once said that to reach Bright Summit, one must first visit the Cold Pool of Green Water.

Why? Because they wanted to witness the unparalleled magnificence of the Purple-Robed Dragon King.

She remembered that Changkong was really happy.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King floated to a spot about ten feet from the icy blue pool. With a pair of delicate white hands, he gracefully grasped a long sword and slowly walked towards the edge of the pool, his every step like a lotus blossom, his demeanor captivating.

Seeing her in her finest attire, with her willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and skin as white as jade, Yun Changkong was momentarily mesmerized, as if she were a pure white orchid blooming in the cold night.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King stood beside Chang Kong, his beautiful hair flowing, and a faint fragrance wafted from him.

Yun Changkong coughed lightly and said, "The title of Purple-Robed Dragon King truly suits you perfectly."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King looked up at the sky, his eyes seemingly veiled by a faint mist, and said softly, "What do you mean?"

Yun Changkong said, "Dragons are divine creatures that can be large or small, can rise or hide. When they are large, they can stir up clouds and mist, and when they are small, they can hide their forms."

"When it rises, it soars through the universe; when it hides, it lies dormant within the waves. Isn't that just like you? The dragon can change with the times; a person who achieves their ambitions should also roam freely across the world. Isn't that exactly what your life is like?"

"You..." The Purple-Robed Dragon King's words caught in his throat, a tightness in his chest as if something was blocking his throat. After a long while, he slowly said, "You knew I was leaving, so you brought a feast to see me off?"

Yun Changkong sighed, “You are passionate and fierce, with a strong personality, yet you are proud and arrogant, decisive in your actions, and cold on the outside but warm on the inside. However, this warmth is only shown in your relationship with Xiao Zhao and Brother Han. Others only see your aloofness and indifference towards people, and even some ruthlessness.”

I'm different, so I will respect any choice you make.

If you want to stay, I will do everything in my power to protect you for the rest of your life. If you want to leave, I will offer this as a token of my best wishes: may all your dreams come true.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King felt a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling that made him want to both cry and laugh. He couldn't help but sigh, "Yun Changkong, do you know that you are the greatest scourge in the world to any woman?"

Yun Changkong asked, puzzled, "What are you saying?"

"That's exactly what I said! Any woman who sees you will only suffer trouble and heartbreak. You're a real menace! I wish I could kill you!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's harsh words were still ringing in his ears when, with a whoosh, he drew his longsword.

Without lifting her feet or bending her knees, she floated into the pool.

She was dressed in a purple robe, which fluttered like a purple flower suddenly blooming. She wielded her sword, which was whiter than snow. The sword light, reflected in the icy blue pool, was like a light veil covering her body. At this moment, it would be no exaggeration to call her the Fairy of Lingbo.

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon." These eight words are embodied in Yun Changkong.

Cao Zhi did not lie!

Xie Xun didn't lie!

Only this proud purple shadow can become an unforgettable mark of the Ming Cult.

Even after thirty years, Xie Xun still remembered the events as if they were his own family history.

It should be noted that while the Purple-Robed Dragon King's beauty may not surpass that of Zhao Min or Zhou Zhiruo, her charm far surpasses that of the two women.

How could they possibly accomplish just this one icy sword dance?

While they may possess the skill of sword dancing, they lack the exquisite lightness of a swordsman to move freely across the ice, or rather, they simply lack the exquisite harmony between people and swords.

This made Yun Changkong's heart flutter, and he couldn't help but praise, "He should be among the immortals shining in the heavenly court, but he has descended to the mortal world to soothe the hearts of ordinary people."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King turned her head and looked back, her pretty face filled with endless sorrow.

A look of confusion crossed Yun Changkong's face. He thought to himself, "Why is she like this? Is she thinking of Han Qianye, or is she still reluctant to part with me?"

In fact, the more you understand a woman, the more she will love you.

The more you understand her thoughts, the gentler she becomes. The more you care for and cherish her, the more inseparable she will be from you.

As the saying goes, it's better to be understood by one person than to be adored by a thousand!

Therefore, while Yun Changkong might not necessarily understand other women, his understanding and insight into named women surpasses that of the women themselves. Furthermore, he possesses exceptional martial arts skills, a handsome appearance, and is sincere, kind-hearted, and full of vitality.

The allure of these women is deadly.

This has nothing to do with whether he expresses feelings for her.

Yun Changkong didn't think about those things at the moment. He just held his breath and focused on appreciating the Purple-Robed Dragon King's sword dance. The more he watched, the more spirited he felt. He thought to himself, who in the world today could dance like her again?
Even after thirty years, Xie Xun, a man of heroic character, still sighed and lamented that he could no longer see her beauty.

She is now dancing alone for herself; who can match this treatment?

Another incredible feat that no one else could accomplish!
Yun Changkong was overjoyed, but then he thought that after parting today, they would never see each other again, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

In a daze, I heard a tinkling sound, like the sound of a zither.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King gently pressed his five fingers on the sword with his left hand, producing a melodious sound.

Chang Kong was startled: "He has this kind of amazing skill?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King plucked his sword in one hand and sang: "I live in a cave, thatched with straw, and let the breeze blow through my sleeves."

Ask the old woodcutter by the river, visit an old friend in the mountains, keep company with a lone crane beyond the clouds; when he is successful, he laughs at the idle; when he is unsuccessful, the idle laugh at him.

When Yun Changkong heard the lines, "When he is successful, he laughs at the idle; when he is unsuccessful, the idle laugh at him," he felt a sudden chill in his heart. Wasn't this the way of the world?

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's singing voice was delicate and clear, smooth and natural, which was certainly refreshing. What was most amazing and stunning was the sound of swords she produced by plucking and flicking her fingers.

At this moment, this weapon of death has become a musical instrument, and she seems to be playing the pipa.

Yun Changkong had also used his sword to strike a chord before, but that was just to keep time. He never imagined that someone could use a sword to strike a chord.
He suddenly realized that the Purple-Robed Dragon King was a treasure of a woman!

The north wind blows, the purple robes dance, the ribbons flutter, and the clouds in the sky are mesmerized. The Purple-Robed Dragon King sings with heartfelt emotion and plays with abandon, it is hard to tell whether he is mourning the past or looking forward to the future.

Then I heard her sing: "Poetic sentiments flow freely, sword spirit soars high, heroes don't concern themselves with poverty or wealth. Slaying dragons in the river, shooting eagles in the clouds, brandishing their blades beyond the border. When he succeeds, he laughs at the idle; when he fails, the idle laugh!"

Her singing was leisurely, yet with her slender fingers hooking, plucking, stroking, and flicking, the sound of her sword produced the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping and a thousand troops rushing into battle. It was truly magnificent, bold, and refreshing, opening one's heart.

Yun Changkong listened with rapt attention and watched with great enjoyment. He was so excited that he clapped his hands and praised, "The pool's color is like emerald water frozen with frost, the north wind blows jade-like hairs from fingertips, and the lips and teeth are untouched by rouge. Even the fairy of the Jade Pool would be ashamed of her."

At this point, even the Purple-Robed Dragon King was overcome with emotion. As his robes fluttered, his figure danced like a purple leaf, singing: "The ways of the world follow the laws of nature, and life is about finding contentment. Consider the rise and fall of things in the human world. Good fortune hides misfortune, and misfortune hides good fortune."

Wealth and honor cannot last forever. The sun waxes and wanes, the moon waxes and wanes. The southeast lies below, the northwest stretches high in the sky; even heaven and earth are not perfectly formed.

Let your brows furrow with worry, and stop arguing over trivial matters. Today's appearance is older than yesterday's; this has been the case throughout history, regardless of whether one is wise or foolish, poor or rich.

In the end, none can escape that day. A moment of enjoyment, a fleeting advantage. Of a hundred years, few live to seventy. Time flies swiftly, like a rushing river.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King suddenly flicked his finger on his longsword, producing a sound like a dragon's roar. As the song ended, he drifted down to Chang Kong's side, his brow streaked with tears.

This mournful melody, so plaintive and poignant, truly felt like a chill that seeped into one's very bones.

Yun Changkong had heard a little about it before, but this time he heard the whole thing and pondered its true meaning. He also felt a sour smell enter his nostrils. He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Is everyone going to die and become nothingness? Could it be that I am the same?" He was filled with emotion, but he had no answer.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled and said, "The affairs of the Netherworld are ultimately uncertain. Let's live one more day as long as we can!"

Yun Changkong laughed heartily and said, "That's right. Today, the fairy's jade-like skin and gentle breeze are stunning, and her purple robe and silver sword are the best in the world."

As the saying goes, "A fairy in purple robes glances back and smiles at the world's blossoms; how fortunate the heavens are! Come, I'm especially happy today, have a few drinks with me."

He grabbed the Purple-Robed Dragon King's hand with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled him up by the edge of the table, and walked towards a grove of trees.

He acted so naturally that, surprisingly, the Purple-Robed Dragon King neither dodged nor resisted.

The two walked around the woods and came to a pile of wildflowers. Chang Kong immediately put down the table, took out a mink coat from his backpack, spread it on the ground, and said, "Sit down."

The table was laden with all sorts of dishes: braised bear paw, braised deer tendon, steamed leopard fetus... and many other dishes whose names I didn't know. There was also a jar of fine, aged wine and good tea on the table.

The original Ming Cult rules stipulated that "one should eat vegetables and serve the demons," and prohibited alcohol and meat. However, after the main altar moved to the Kunlun Mountains, these dietary restrictions were abolished.

Vegetables are rare in the Western Regions, even more expensive than beef and mutton. In addition, the climate is extremely cold, and those with weaker internal strength cannot withstand it without oily and alcoholic beverages. Therefore, they all broke their dietary restrictions, and when Yun Changkong invited them, all the delicacies were the best for honored guests.

Yun Changkong pressed his hands down, and a strong warm current emanated from his palms. He immediately began to heat the dish with his true energy, and a rich aroma filled the air.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's lips curled slightly: "I wonder which virtuous monk created the Arhat Subduing Demon Divine Skill, and you're using it for this?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "I don't care about those things. I just want to warm up your wine and food, and I'm willing to do that. That's all."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's cheeks were flushed like rouge. He was infatuated without dreaming and drunk without drinking. He stared blankly at him, then suddenly closed his eyes tightly, and tears slowly dripped down his snow-white cheeks.

Yun Changkong sighed, "Everything begins and ends here. Are you feeling uneasy?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King slowly opened his eyes, his pupils clear and bright, and said, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Yun Changkong said, "You must be thinking of Brother Han, right?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King asked, "So what are you thinking?" As he spoke, a blush rose to his face.

Seeing her cheeks flushed, as beautiful as peach blossoms, and her eyes fixed on him, Chang Kong said, "I have no particular thoughts about this. You and Brother Han are a proper married couple. This is a return to the place where you fell in love, so it's only right that you revisit it."

Don't think that just because you're a widow, I'll look down on you.
Actually, it's Minmin. If it weren't for me, she would be someone else's wife. But since I'm here, this is our destiny. Why think too much and add to your troubles?

The Purple-Robed Dragon King murmured, "You are indeed extraordinary. You harbor no doubts or slanders, and you follow the laws of nature. No wonder your divine skills are so astonishing, and you are as proud and handsome as that Mongolian princess..."

At this point, a flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, and a deep sense of shame welled up on his face. After a long silence, he sighed and asked with a bitter smile, "What do you think of Xiao Zhao?"

"Xiao Zhao?" Yun Changkong exclaimed in surprise, "Your daughter is wonderful! She's intelligent, quick-witted, understanding, patient, resilient, considerate of the bigger picture, pure and kind, a master strategist, and has a hidden sharpness. I must say, whoever marries her must have saved the world in their past life!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Why do you say that about Xiao Zhao? Have you been keeping an eye on her all along?"

Seeing her like this, Chang Kong thought to himself, "Do I even need to pay attention to her?" He said seriously, "Throughout our journey, she has always been able to keenly perceive the needs of others. When I was with Minmin, she could embarrass me with a single word, and she could also extricate me from a difficult situation with another. With such a proper grasp of the situation, it's not an exaggeration to say that she is clever and insightful."

You are the Holy Maiden of the Persian Ming Cult, and she is your daughter. Despite being so young, she cannot see her parents and has to disguise herself as ugly. Yet, she has never harbored any resentment towards you, only feeling sorry for you. For this, she was willing to go to Bright Peak.

She was nurtured by you, and despite her immense talent, she deliberately concealed it, humbly serving others. Isn't this spirit of sacrifice all for your and her future? Isn't that touching? Am I wrong to say she's intelligent, quick-witted, understanding, resilient, considerate, and pure-hearted?

The Purple-Robed Dragon King gazed at the sky and suddenly said in a low voice, "Hearing you say that, I feel even more unworthy to be Xiao Zhao's mother. I know she shouldn't have come into this world, but I..."

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked at the drifting clouds in the sky, and said softly, "Actually, I came to Bright Peak with a family mission."

"Family mission?" Chang Kong was taken aback.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "My father was the Pure Goodness Envoy of the Persian General Religion. He was Chinese, joined the Ming Cult, and married my mother, who was Persian. Later, I became the Holy Maiden of the Ming Cult."

After my father passed away, he said that he longed for his homeland on his deathbed and that his dying wish was for me to return. That was a lie. In reality, I became one of the Three Holy Maidens of the Ming Cult, and he hoped that I could achieve great merit and succeed to the position of leader through my achievements.

Chang Kong snorted, "Another one oppressed by his parents' wishes."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled sadly and said, "Although the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth is a Persian martial art, it is too profound and unfathomable. Several leaders of our sect were also unworthy, which led to the loss of this divine skill."

Therefore, if I can obtain the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" from the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, and with this merit, I can return to Persia and surely succeed as the leader of the cult.

Chang Kong sighed: "Plans are no match for change. Love is a thing that comes and goes without reason. In the end, you have abandoned your father's expectations."

"Not without reason?" The Purple-Robed Dragon King shook his head: "You heard about me from people in the Ming Cult, but they don't really know much about me; much of it is based on speculation."

For example, I showed no respect for the so-called heroes and valiant warriors of the Ming Cult, and for that I dared to offend the Yang Cult Leader and his wife. But why did I marry Brother Han, who was neither handsome nor particularly skilled in martial arts? Nobody can explain it!

Chang Kong thought for a moment. He realized that Xie Xun's understanding in the original story was indeed something he didn't understand. He nodded and said, "This is indeed an unsolved mystery. My opinion that you were attracted to Brother Han's heroic spirit or that your affection for him stemmed from the intimate contact underwater might not be a comprehensive one."

"These are all insignificant," the Purple-Robed Dragon King said with a hint of reminiscence. "That year when I arrived at Bright Peak, many within the cult expressed their affection for me. However, the Ming Cult's rules were strict, and only unmarried men dared to utter words of love to me. Heh, but I scolded them severely, and they felt ashamed. Do you think that's love for me?" Yun Changkong shook his head and said, "No, the reason they felt ashamed was simply because these people were all self-important, yet they all lusted after you. They felt that since they had such feelings, you, a little girl, should agree, that it was your honor. But they got nothing in return and were even scolded by you, so naturally they felt ashamed and couldn't save face. If you truly love someone, being scolded on the way to pursuing them is something you should be happy about!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King opened his almond-shaped eyes wide and looked him up and down again. He was even more fond of him, but said aloud, "You're really shameless. Do you like it when I insult you?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "If I want you, I will naturally be shameless; if I want to save face, I can't have you. Isn't that obvious?"
They can't even choose between you and your dignity, so how can they call it love?
Just like with Minmin and me, people say I'm shameless for having an affair with a Mongolian woman. If I wanted to save face, would I abandon her to prove my innocence? So I value people, not face! That's it!

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled slightly and said, "Many people are easy to talk to, but Fan Yao is the only one. He didn't have the courage to come to me, but he went to the Yang Cult Leader and his wife and asked them to order me to marry him."

"Heh, no matter how skilled or handsome this kind of person is, I despise him from the bottom of my heart. But Madam Yang has repeatedly acted as a matchmaker for him, forcing me to swear an oath with my sword that I will never marry. If she forces me to marry again, I would rather die than submit!"

Yun Changkong snorted coldly: "This Madam Yang, her own heart is unclear, she lived in a daze. She had Cheng Kun in her heart, but married Yang Dingtian. After marriage, she still had an inseparable relationship with Cheng Kun, ruining two heroes of the martial arts world. She even wants to ruin you! She is a typical example of someone who is unhappy herself and wants you to be like her."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sighed and said, "After this incident, things finally calmed down for a year."

In the dead of winter, a young man arrived at Bright Peak, seeking revenge against Sect Leader Yang. I went to watch the spectacle. You must know of his father's past injury at the hands of Sect Leader Yang and his quest for revenge.

Chang Kong said, "Yes, I know."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "Because the leader of the Yang Cult had said beforehand that the time of the martial arts competition would be decided by his children. So Brother Han chose 'Azure Cold Pool'. At that time, even though the sacred fire was blazing and there were many experts, the huge Sacred Fire Hall seemed to have become empty and gloomy."

I could tell they were terrified. A man's word is his bond, and the leader of the Yang Cult and everyone else knew that entering the icy pool meant certain death.

They had no choice but to curse Brother Han.

Brother Han then said, "I came to Bright Peak alone, never expecting to leave alive. All you heroes are welcome to dismember me; apart from the Ming Cult, no one in the martial world will know. I am but a nobody; what is the harm in killing one mere person? If you wish to kill me, then come and do it."

They were helpless again, so Leader Yang had no choice but to step forward and admit defeat, saying that he would let Brother Han do as he pleased.

Brother Han pulled out a dagger and said it was his father's keepsake. He said all you had to do was kowtow three times.

A true man would rather die than be humiliated, but Brother Han immediately plunged a dagger into his chest. His implication was clear: whether you abide by the rules of the martial world and kowtow, or kill me, is up to you.

But then those people started hurling insults at him.

Yun Changkong sneered, "These people value their own reputation more than anything else. If they truly wanted to protect the leader, they should have gone up and killed Brother Han. If they were afraid of being ridiculed by the Ming Cult, they could have committed suicide to atone for their sins. They could have just followed the example of Zhang Cuishan and become heroes!"

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King held him in even higher regard, saying, "Yes, that's why I have absolutely no respect for those people from the Ming Cult. I simply couldn't bear to watch that scene unfold, which is why I stepped forward, swore allegiance to the Yang Cult Leader as my father, and took on the responsibility for this matter."

Chang Kong laughed and said, "Isn't it because you've fallen for Brother Han?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said with a wry smile, "At that time, I was eager to make a name for myself and also wanted to see how capable this unassuming boy was. I went there with the intention of killing him."

Chang Kong smiled.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "After we went into the water, I also felt the biting cold and was afraid. I was thinking of killing him immediately and getting ashore as soon as possible."

But who knew that Brother Han was really good at underwater skills? I did my best and only managed to slash his face with my sword. But somehow, my sword ended up in his hand. I was terrified. I snatched his dagger back and slashed at his throat again.

He dodged, and I slashed his face again, drawing blood. But then he held my sword to my neck; with just a slight movement, he could slit my throat.

As she spoke, she gently touched her snow-white throat, her expression sorrowful.

Yun Changkong suddenly realized that Xie Xun had never known why Han Qianye had been able to capture the heart of the Purple-Robed Dragon King. He guessed it was because of their battle in the water and their physical intimacy. But how could such passionate feelings arise in such cold water? He said, "So it was you who lost the battle underwater."

"Indeed!" The Purple-Robed Dragon King nodded and said, "If Master Yang were to go into the water, even if his martial arts were no longer as fierce and invincible as before, they would still be extraordinary."

Brother Han has painstakingly prepared for many years and came alone to seek revenge, so naturally his underwater skills are unmatched by anyone.

I did injure him, but he didn't kill me. So as soon as I got ashore, I pleaded with Master Yang to forgive my crime, considering his filial piety.

Yun Changkong clicked his tongue and said, "It is indeed the easiest way to win the heart of a beauty."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King shook his head and said, "It's not like I fell in love with him just because he spared my life, do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong fell into deep thought, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "That's it! You fell for him because he not only gave up his own life for you, but also his belief in avenging his father."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's face lit up with joy: "You really understand me. When he was recuperating, I was curious and asked him why he gave up the chance to take revenge."

He just stared at me quietly, and only hummed once.

Later, I went to ask him every day, but his eyes showed signs of weariness.

I couldn't help myself, but he just stared at me, silent, lost in thought.

The man stared at me. I'd seen plenty of that, but his eyes held neither lust nor joy, only sorrow and melancholy.

Yun Changkong said quietly, "He's starting to struggle between liking you and his hatred for his father."

"That's right." The Purple-Robed Dragon King exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know..."

He shook his head again as he spoke: "Yes, you are just like him. You entered the martial world because of your father's orders. You also have Zhao Min, so you understand his feelings."

Chang Kong sighed, "But you understand his feelings, so naturally you will pity him."

The Dragon King said, "Yes, my father wanted me to become the leader of the Ming Cult, and his father wanted him to take revenge, but he didn't kill me. Now there will be no chance for Xiangyang to take revenge!"

At that time, he was also affected by the cold water of the pool. His body was sometimes hot and sometimes cold, sometimes burning hot and sometimes icy cold and pale. He shouted incoherently, sometimes calling out "Father, I'm sorry." As he shouted, tears welled up in his eyes.

He stood tall before the assembled heroes in the Hall of Sacred Flame, yet now he wept. I felt sorry for him then, and my heart ached for him.”

Chang Kong sighed, "I feel sorry for him and my heart aches for him, but shouldn't I give him my heart?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King exhaled softly, gazed into the distance, and stared blankly for a while before saying, "Yes, once he recovers, I will ask him why he didn't kill me. He said, 'When he went up to Bright Peak, he didn't intend to live, but when he saw me, he really couldn't bring himself to do it.'"

Yun Changkong said, "Yes, with your looks, how ruthless would someone have to be to kill you!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King laughed and said, "I asked him, 'So you're not going to take revenge?' He sighed repeatedly and said, 'My father was a hero all his life, but he gave birth to an unfilial son like me. What else can I do?' Perhaps if he knew in the afterlife that I killed a beautiful young girl for his sake, he would probably think I had tarnished his reputation and scold me for being unfilial. Either way, I'm unfilial, so be it!"

At this point, the Purple-Robed Dragon King chuckled and said, "His glib tongue is exactly the same as your shameless behavior just now!"

Yun Changkong was taken aback, his eyes flashing with anger, but then he relaxed, smiled, and sighed, "Actually, it's not just him. Any man is a little shameless in front of a beautiful woman, regardless of age or intelligence. If he falls in love with her, then it turns into being shameless."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled and said, "But I cried because I had a mission to fulfill. He also shed tears with me without asking any questions. Later, I told the Yang Sect Leader that we should get married."

As a result, how could those people within the church manage? They attacked us en masse.

Yun Changkong sneered, "Your flower has been coveted by many important figures, all of whom have been met with a rebuff, yet an outsider has taken the lead. How can this be acceptable? If it were me, I wouldn't agree either. I would either stand up to oppose it or hide in the crowd and stir up trouble! Heh!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King suddenly punched him in the chest: "Nonsense!"

Chang Kong smiled but said nothing.

She continued, "Later, when we got married, apart from Leader Yang and Third Brother Xie, no one else offered their congratulations. I asked Han Lang to join the Ming Cult as well, but the people in the cult opposed it even more. This time, Leader Yang did not agree either."

I understand. Although he is magnanimous, he doesn't want the person who nearly drove him to jump into the icy pool to become his subordinate.

"So as not to be an eyesore!" Chang Kong added.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "Later, when the Yang Cult Leader and his wife disappeared, I sneaked into the secret passage, but found nothing, and Fan Yao saw me. He immediately summoned everyone to interrogate me. Humph, others suspected me of harming the Yang Cult Leader, and said that I had violated the Ming Cult's rules and wanted to punish me, but Fan Yao still tried his best to exonerate me. At that time, I had no limit to my contempt for this person."

Chang Kong nodded and said, "Yes, if he really wanted to cover it up, he shouldn't have gathered everyone together."

“Yes!” The Purple-Robed Dragon King nodded and said, “Third Brother Xie also discovered that I had entered the secret passage, but he did not tell anyone.”

Fan Yao's actions were nothing more than using the crowd to intimidate me, making me fearful and timid, so that I would be grateful to him for mediating between us.

But I felt even more disgusted. If he truly adhered to the Ming Cult's rules, he should have punished me; if he truly cared for me, he should have shown mercy. Yet he insisted on both following the rules and letting me go, which was completely contrary to his usual character. I immediately said, "Don't think that just because you, Right Envoy of Light, are handsome and incomparably skilled in martial arts, you are anything but a beggar in my eyes, let alone comparable to Han Lang."

Chang Kong said, "You've pushed him too far. No wonder some people say his disfigurement is due to your provocation."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King snorted, "I only regret not killing that villain sooner. Later, Han Lang and I could no longer stay, so we had to go down the mountain and go to the Spirit Serpent Island in the East Sea. We lived in hiding, hiding by day and going out at night, thinking we could live a peaceful life, but it was all just a dream..."

Chang Kong sighed.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said sadly, "Later, both Brother Han and I were poisoned, but my poison was not fatal. Brother Han's poison was a slow-acting, deadly poison. This meant that I had to watch my husband die, and I was powerless to do anything about it!"
How could I have known back then that Mongolians, ascetic monks, and Tibetan monks were such scoundrels, and why they would harm my husband and me like this?

I had no choice but to beg Hu Qingniu, who insisted I rejoin the Ming Cult before he would treat me. Brother Han, being a proud and arrogant man, refused to let me bow down. He said that even if he only had a few years to live, he felt Heaven had been kind to him, and he would have no regrets even in death!

Chang Kong nodded and said, "Brother Han is truly remarkable for taking life and death so lightly!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "I shouldn't have gotten married. I violated the great precepts of the sect and injured my lungs in the Cold Jade Pool. Later, my cough got worse and worse, and my husband and I rarely had any intimacy. But he is about to die, and I don't even know why he is dying. I have to watch him die!"

Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring. I felt I had failed the Han family, which is why Xiao Zhao came into being.

Yun Changkong's heart skipped a beat: "No wonder Xiao Zhao was only a teenager thirty years ago when he and Han Qianye became acquainted! It turns out that she was conceived after Han Qianye was poisoned!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sighed softly, "I originally wanted to continue the Han family line, but alas, the heavens have not granted my wish!"
From the moment my daughter was born, I knew that if the main sect caught me, they would surely burn me, a traitor, and my bastard child together!
We had no choice but to send Xiao Zhao to live with someone else, visiting her once every year or two. She was exceptionally intelligent, and Brother Han was overjoyed. He wished he could teach all his skills to his daughter, but fate was cruel..." After saying this, he closed his eyes and tears streamed down his face.

Yun Changkong said in a hoarse voice, "Are you telling me all this to entrust me with your affairs after you're gone?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said sadly, "I'm going back to Persia. If you really care, take good care of Xiao Zhao and don't let anyone bully her!"

Yun Changkong said, "Although we are not husband and wife in name, we are husband and wife in reality. This is what I should do, so why do you need to remind me? But our homeland is not necessarily more worthwhile than other places!"

In an instant, the Purple-Robed Dragon King blushed, his eyes filled with tenderness: "The Persian Grand Master has been tracking my whereabouts. With this release, Xiao Zhao will no longer have to hide, and can finally live the life she wants!"

Yun Changkong stared at her and said, "To be honest, as long as you don't go back to Ling Snake Island in the East China Sea, as long as I'm here, I don't believe for a second that your Persian Ming Cult can take you and Xiao Zhao away!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's brow twitched, and he turned his head to the side: "This is my mission!"

"Bullshit mission!" Chang Kong reached out and turned her around, saying, "Look at me."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "Why should I look at you? Haven't you looked enough?"

Chang Kong said, "You've looked at me enough, but I can't get enough of you! If you go back, they might get divine power and burn you alive, because they've lost a holy virgin, and you're no longer a virgin!"

"Stop making a scene, I have to go!" The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, and was about to get up!

"Want to leave? Not so easy." Yun Changkong's lips were already pressed against the Purple-Robed Dragon King's small mouth.

She was instantly struck as if by lightning, her whole body went numb, and the strange sensation left her mind blank.

Chang Kong had already picked her up and laid her on the ground.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King felt a chill run down his spine, regained his senses, and cried out, "We can't do this!"

"What do you mean I can't?" Yun Changkong said coldly, "You've been my woman for a long time!"

How could Chang Kong not see the burning passion and tenderness in the eyes of the Purple-Robed Dragon King?

"Eyes met in a subtle exchange, their flirtatious glances seemed to flow freely"—this description couldn't be more fitting!

He mistook the Dragon King's support for a woman's shyness.
Little did they know that the Purple-Robed Dragon King had long been inseparable from Yun Changkong.

Or rather, he became completely dependent on him.

With Yun Changkong by my side, he has the ability to solve any difficulties we encounter, as long as he wants to.

However, he had no choice but to leave for his daughter's sake.

Because the Purple-Robed Dragon King understood that his daughter had also developed feelings for Chang Kong, and if he were there, their affair would be exposed sooner or later.

How can I face my daughter then?

Little did she know that Zhao Min had already betrayed her!

It's better to be ashamed to face it.

Only after I leave can I find peace!

This is human nature.

Once a woman truly loves a man, she won't willingly share him with others; they aren't that generous.

Just like men.

No matter how open-minded he is, he would never allow his lover to have an affair with another man.

It's simply that women have no choice but to compromise under certain social circumstances!
But coincidentally, women like Zhao Min and the Purple-Robed Dragon King refused to compromise. These were precisely the things they resisted.

Otherwise, the Purple-Robed Dragon King would have married Fan Yao long ago, as ordered by the sect leader.

Zhao Min would not run away from home to elope for love!

(End of this chapter)