Gou can devour and become a saint in the cultivation world.

Chapter 442 Reunion

Chen Yi could naturally see that Qin Chengcheng's seclusion here for cultivation was definitely not a good thing. The demonic corruption in her soul was inextricably linked to the underground spiritual veins and grand formations of the Qi Kingdom's royal family.

Given Qin Chengcheng's personality, she would never choose to come to a place like this unless she was forced to.

Ultimately, one cannot fight against another. Within the territory of Qi, she was targeted by the Qi Emperor, a Nascent Soul cultivator. It is truly remarkable that she has managed to hold out until now without being completely corrupted by demonic forces.

At this moment, Chen Yi was already filled with rage, but he also knew that killing the Qi Emperor now would not solve the fundamental problem. Instead, it would directly detonate the bomb hidden in the Qi Kingdom by the Wuji Demon Realm.

This allowed him to concentrate the entire Great Green Realm's schemes against the Immaculate Demon Realm onto himself ahead of time.

This is not what Chen Yi wanted.

His goal this time was very clear: to take Qin Chengcheng away and resolve her predicament caused by demonic pollution.

Meanwhile, Emperor Qi watched helplessly as Chen Yi shattered the fourth-tier mid-grade defensive formation that the Qi royal family was so proud of with a wave of his hand.

They can even set up a higher-level, late-stage fourth-tier defensive barrier with a wave of their hand.

Moreover, the electric arcs running across the barrier, emanating pure yang energy, were clearly a lightning-based defensive array specifically designed to suppress demonic creatures. Emperor Qi was both shocked and furious.

What's astonishing is that Chen Yi had only been in Zhongzhou for a little over a hundred years, so how did his skills become so extraordinary after he returned? When did he become a late-stage fourth-order array master?

What angered him was that Chen Yi's actions likely showed that he had already seen through Chen Yi's collusion with demons, and that the Thunder Restriction Formation was a blatant warning and a slap in the face to him.

Emperor Qi had no idea that Chen Yi had no earth-shattering achievements in the art of formations.

His understanding of lightning magic has reached the near-fifth rank, infinitely close to the fifth rank.

The reason he could set up restrictions with a wave of his hand was that his divine sense had become so powerful that it had condensed into a preliminary form of Yin spirit. He could almost control the Dao of Heaven and Earth below the Nascent Soul stage with a wave of his hand.

At this moment, the Qi Emperor was truly angry but dared not speak out.

After being given the order to leave by Chen Yi and receiving such a huge cold shoulder, a deep gloom flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he turned into a streak of light and quickly left.

At the same time, he was thinking bitterly: I hope this kid doesn't do anything too outrageous to Qin Chengcheng, otherwise, it will be hard to explain to the Demon Lord!

Meanwhile, within the Thunder Forbidden Formation, Qin Chengcheng's clear, beautiful eyes were already brimming with tears as she gazed intently at Chen Yi, who was flying towards her.

She still couldn't believe her eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "Chen Lang, is it really you??"

With a smile on his face, Chen Yi gracefully flew closer, stopping just a foot away from Qin Chengcheng, and spoke softly.

"It's me, I'm back."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sudden clap of thunder, exploding in Qin Chengcheng's tranquil heart.

She maintained her posture while playing the zither, her fingertips hovering over the strings, her whole being seemingly frozen in time.

It's been over a hundred years.

She had seen that voice and that face in countless dreams, but each time she woke up, she was only accompanied by the cold moonlight and the empty, desolate palace.

Qin Chengcheng still felt disbelief, her eyes filled with heavy wariness and deep suspicion, and the protective aura unconsciously flowed around her.

"Could it be some kind of demon in disguise, trying to deceive me?"

She stared at Chen Yi warily, her entire being exuding intense disbelief.

"Then tell me some of the trivial details from when you were learning formations with me near the Li Clan's Talisman Hall."

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Chen Yi gazed at his former Daoist partner, whose bright eyes remained unchanged. Even after more than a hundred years of weathering the storms of time, her appearance was still as beautiful as ever, though a hint of melancholy had crept into her brows.

His thoughts drifted back more than a hundred years, back to those nights when he had just risen from a mortal peasant to a Qi Refining cultivator.

He was only in his early thirties at the time.

"Once evening arrives and everyone in the market has retired for the night, I will quietly sneak into your Miaoyinfang Master's bedroom through the back door to study and discuss the art of formations with you."

Chen Yi spoke softly, as if recounting a long-cherished story from his heart.

"Your bedroom is very cozy; we usually stay there to study formations."

The room was always filled with calming incense, and the table was always piled with all sorts of array diagrams and jade slips of inheritance.

Back then, you always loved to wear a simple white dress, sit cross-legged on a chair, and explain to me in detail the obscure and difficult-to-understand key points and nodes of those formations.

Long, slender legs, bare feet exuding fragrance.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chengcheng's gaze wandered as she drifted into memories, her face slightly flushed.

"One day I was so tired from studying that I couldn't stay awake any longer, so I fell asleep fully clothed on your bed."

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was no longer the dome of the quiet room, but the pale purple gauze curtains in your bedroom.

Turning my head, I saw a beautiful woman with a delicate, slightly annoyed expression, and the air was filled with the subtle, pleasant scent of fox fur.

"You were furious at the time, but when you saw the array plates I left on the table, you looked surprised and finally had to admit it and discuss the details of the array with me."

As Chen Yi spoke, the smile on his lips deepened slightly.

"By the way, the scent of Fairy Qin's bedchamber and the taste of the pastries on the table are still fondly remembered to this day."

These subtle details were secrets known only to the two of them.

It is a past that outsiders could never possibly know.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chengcheng's tense body relaxed slightly, the protective aura dissipated quietly, and two blushes gradually appeared on her cheeks.

Her thoughts were also drawn back to more than a hundred years ago by Chen Yi's words.

At that time, she was only thirty years old, in the prime of her life.

She was originally a cultivation genius admired by everyone in the sect, but due to a restriction planted in her soul, her cultivation stagnated and her lifespan was constantly threatened.

In order to save herself, she left the sect and hid in various markets, desperately searching for a way to break the soul restriction.

Once, in Lijiafang Market, she used her Qingyin technique to help the Li family check for potential problems among mortals, but accidentally discovered Chen Yi.

This ordinary-born boy seems to have a unique way of breaking his Soul Sound Technique.

It was this chance encounter that changed the course of her life.

From then on, I began this inseparable connection with him.

Her memories flooded like a burst dam, with scenes flashing before her eyes.

From the very beginning, in order to explore the formation, he seized her bed and ate her snacks.

Later, in order to break the restrictions on her soul, the two of them studied formations and the way of the soul day and night.

She discovered that this ordinary-born boy possessed astonishing talent and ideas in the field of formations. From their initial ulterior motives and mutual exploitation, they gradually became true confidants.

In the underground secret chamber, she and Chen Yi cultivated their souls together, and she gave Chen Yi her first Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens, but she lost her memory and forgot her past.

But on that day, the restriction on his soul was lifted, and he made a comeback. The unparalleled genius of the music world returned.

However, she forgot who helped her break the seal, and she couldn't remember who she had given her Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens to.

This became a mental block for her for a period of time, a memory she was determined to regain.

Later, she reunited with Chen Yi at the lake, and together they explored the secret realm. Her memories gradually returned, and she saw clearly what she truly cared for in her heart. She and Chen Yi officially became Daoist partners and vowed to stay together for life.

That period of time lasted only one or two decades.

Yet it became the most vivid, warmest, and most unforgettable memory in Qin Chengcheng's hundreds of years of life.

Now, looking at the man before her, whose appearance is almost unchanged from back then, only his eyes have become more profound and his temperament more composed.

Qin Chengcheng's eyes gradually reddened.

More than a hundred years of loneliness and desolation, more than a hundred years of hopeless waiting, more than a hundred years of deep longing, all of it turned into a torrent that burst forth at this moment.

She suddenly threw herself into Chen Yi's arms, burying her face deep in his chest, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, as if if she loosened her grip even slightly, the person in front of her would once again vanish like a bubble.

Large tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking Chen Yi's clothes.

"Waaaaah—Chen Lang, you're finally back—"

The grievances and longings suppressed for over a century were finally released at this moment.