Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 182 The Evil Sword Immortal is unimportant; the Five Elemental Pearls are what truly matter.

Emerging from the inner world, Chonglou was completely transformed. He understood what love was, and he also understood what forced love was. He deeply agreed with Russell's words that love is something that is never waited for, but rather stolen.

Now, his heart no longer aches, his words are no longer harsh, and he is full of energy, as if he has just taken a super tonic. His dark red wings suddenly unfold, and with a flap of his wings, his figure soars into the sky, forcibly tearing through space and disappearing.

"That's more like it." Russell put his hands on his hips, looked up at the direction where Chonglou had disappeared, and nodded in satisfaction.

He's clearly a demon lord, so why is he taking the path of a resentful, simp? No wonder he can't get any girls this way.

For a woman like Zixuan who yearns for love but has little romantic experience, only a domineering CEO is the most suitable version.

At dawn, Russell returned to Mount Shu. After the emergence of the Evil Sword Immortal, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was polluted to varying degrees. Evil thoughts were mixed in with the spiritual power. If cultivators were to inadvertently inhale these thoughts, they would suffer from mental turmoil at best, and go berserk at worst. Those evil spirits and ghosts that were already wicked would thrive in this environment, greatly increasing their strength and causing chaos in the human world.

Master Qingwei then dispatched many elders and disciples from all over Mount Shu to go down the mountain to eliminate demons, protect the righteous path, and appease the people. At this moment, the entire Mount Shu was deserted, with only Chang Yin and a hundred or so core disciples remaining to manage the assigned tasks and guard the Demon Locking Tower.

That afternoon, as the sun began to set, Russell suddenly felt something and looked up at the eastern sky, where a blue-green flying boat broke through the clouds, leaving a long trail as it slowly landed on the square of Shushan.

"It's Senior Brother back!" A Shushan disciple on guard recognized Xu Changqing's flying boat, followed by a chorus of exclamations. In just a few breaths, the square was filled with people, and the disciples crowded around the flying boat, ready to welcome their Senior Brother.

Unfortunately, the result was a huge disappointment to them. Only Jing Tian's family of five disembarked, but their beloved senior brother was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Jing, where's Senior Brother? Why didn't he come back with you?" Shouyi squeezed to the front of the crowd and asked curiously.

"Uh." Jing Tian opened his mouth, unsure how to answer. He couldn't very well say that their senior brother had betrayed them, defected to the enemy, and disappeared because he couldn't handle the shock, could he?

If he were to say those words aloud, he feared he would be riddled with holes by the Shu Mountain disciples using their sword-controlling techniques.

Fortunately, Master Qingwei stepped in to help Jingtian out of the predicament. He told his disciples not to surround him and to each do their own job. As for Changqing, he was sent elsewhere to carry out another mission.

Upon hearing the sect leader's words, all the disciples bowed in unison and then quickly dispersed. In just a short while, the square was empty again.

"Brother Jing, you've had a long journey." Daoist Qingwei approached Jing Tian kindly, waving his whisk to wipe away the fatigue from Jing Tian and the four people behind him—Xue Jian, Long Kui, Mao Mao, and Hua Ying. "Please come with me to Wuji Pavilion for a chat."

Facing the same Daoist Qingwei who was still the same as before they set off, Jing Tian felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't accomplished anything on this trip; the box hadn't been purified, and Xu Changqing had gone missing.

Seeing Jing Tian's guilt, Daoist Qingwei chuckled and comforted him, "Brother Jing Tian, ​​there's no need to blame yourself. The ways of Heaven are unpredictable; everything has a beginning and an end. The birth of the Evil Sword Immortal is a great calamity that the world is destined to suffer, and Chang Qing also has his own calamity to overcome."

Although this is the truth, and the Heavenly Emperor had said the same thing to him in the God Realm, Jing Tian couldn't accept it. After all, he had taken both the people and the box out, and now he hadn't brought either of them back, which was a failure.

"Hey, where's Boss Luo?" Jing Tian looked around. In his mind, even if he messed things up, Russell could clean up the mess for him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Russell waving at him from outside the Wuji Pavilion.

Before long, the group arrived at Wuji Pavilion and sat down.

Jing Tian took out a cloth bag from his pocket. The bag opened, and four colors of light—yellow, red, blue, and cyan—leaved out and hovered in mid-air, connected end to end: "Boss Luo, these are the only four we have for now."

"Well done." Russell nodded in satisfaction. The cat-eye bracelet on his wrist flashed slightly, and the four spirit beads of earth, fire, thunder, and wind shrank to the size of rice grains of light, filing in one after another and embedding themselves into the reserved space on the bracelet: "The water spirit bead is in Zixuan's hands, and only Xu Changqing can find it."

"Sister-in-law?" Jing Tian looked at Luo Su in surprise, then realized, "No, Boss Luo, so you know where the Spirit Pearl is? Then why did you send me? If you were to go, even five of them together wouldn't take more than two days, right?"

Russell picked up the teacup on the table, blew away the foam, and took a slow sip. The tea was cloud and mist tea produced in Shu Mountain; it was slightly bitter at first, but the sweet aftertaste lingered in his throat. "I'm going. What are you doing?"

If he does everything himself, where is his prestige as the behind-the-scenes boss?

"Since that's the case, shouldn't we discuss how to eliminate the Evil Sword Immortal?" Upon hearing this, Xuejian couldn't help but speak up. She was no longer a clueless novice. After being given a new divine tree fruit as her heart by the Goddess Xiyao, she gained some ability to sense the world's atmosphere.

At this moment, she could feel that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was mixed with a lot of turbid energy.

However, Russell put down his teacup and said calmly, "The Evil Sword Immortal is not important. Now we just need to wait for Xu Changqing and Zixuan to come with the Water Spirit Orb."

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Daoist Qingwei, turned to look at Russell.

"Um, Boss Luo, have you misunderstood something?" Jing Tian leaned forward, thinking that Russell hadn't grasped the situation, and quickly explained the seriousness of the matter: "The Evil Sword Immortal is no longer the evil thought it used to be. Daoist Qingwei said that it can now absorb all the evil energy in the world and will soon be invincible and unify the Three Realms."

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Russell still firmly shook his head: "The Evil Sword Immortal is not important, the Water Spirit Orb is."

In the past, Russell wouldn't have minded playing along with the Evil Sword Immortal. After all, although the trace of Fuxi's essence within the Evil Sword Immortal was far less than one ten-thousandth of that of the Heavenly Realm's true master, even a mosquito's leg is meat, and it's better to refine it than to let someone else benefit from it.

But Xiaoyu had a party to attend.

"This—" Master Qingwei frowned slightly, considered for a moment, and then spoke: "Although I don't know why you are in such a hurry, we cannot confirm Changqing's whereabouts for the time being."

"Oh, it's alright, I've already had someone else do it." Russell put down his teacup and casually crossed his legs.

"Judging by the time, it's about time."

boom!

Almost the instant Russell finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly exploded in the sky, making the windows of Wuji Pavilion vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, an immense and suffocating aura of malevolence poured down from the sky. All the disciples of Mount Shu stopped what they were doing, not because they were calm, but because their bodies reacted instinctively to the overwhelming power—they stiffened.

"This is the third time," Master Qingwei sighed helplessly.

Even with his temperament, he was starting to lose control at this moment.

Yes, the outer barrier of Mount Shu was shattered by the double bombardment.

That's right, it was still our Demon Lord Chonglou who took action.

But that wasn't the end of it. The moment the protective mountain formation collapsed, a cracking sound rang out above their heads, and shards of tile rained down from above, dust and debris flew everywhere, and a gust of wind rushed in.

Everyone looked up at the roof that had been completely blown off. In the sky, Chonglou, with a cold expression, was holding Zixuan, whose face was also not very good, with his left arm around her and Qing'er, who was wrapped in transparent gel, lying in the crook of his right arm. They slowly descended.

"Where is Xu Changqing?" Russell asked.

"Wait." Chonglou released Zixuan, took out a bright bead from his pocket and threw it into Luo Su's hand. Then he drew a line in the void and pulled hard through the void rift.

A man, reeking of alcohol, with disheveled clothes and looking like a dead dog, was dragged out by the back of his collar and casually thrown to the ground.

"Changqing!"

"White tofu!"

"Great Hero Changqing!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out simultaneously in Wuji Pavilion, and everyone rushed forward to check on Xu Changqing's condition.

Fortunately, apart from the blood and qi imbalance caused by the hangover, Xu Changqing did not have many injuries.

Ignoring the noisy crowd, Chonglou continued to look at Russell: "When I found him, he was accompanied by something that was neither demon nor monster, which, if I'm not mistaken, was the Evil Sword Immortal you mentioned."

"How is it?" Russell asked hurriedly after putting away the Holy Spirit Pearl. He had Chonglou make this trip not only because only he could release Xifeng to get the Holy Spirit Pearl from Shuibi, but also because Xu Changqing was still accompanied by the Evil Sword Immortal.

"They have some strength, but not as great as you say," Chonglou said, frowning.

In Russell's description, this being born from evil thoughts possessed the ability to overturn the three realms, but upon seeing it just now, he was greatly disappointed. Apart from its tenacious vitality, it was nothing to worry about in other aspects.

Its attack methods were simplistic, its combat awareness mediocre, and although its power was immense, it was chaotic and disorganized, like a jumble of completely unrelated energies forcibly mixed together, possessing plenty of explosive power but lacking control. In Chonglou's view, even if this thing were given several more decades to grow, it would never pose a threat to him.

After being knocked apart three times, he fled and disappeared without a trace.

Russell nodded. It seemed that the Evil Sword Immortal had not yet reached his complete form, but he was close. He had limited time and could not continue to waste it on him.

"It's not a big problem. I'll deal with him once I get the Water Spirit Orb."

Russell stood up from his seat and rushed to Chonglou, taking the small figure wrapped in transparent gel from the Demon Lord's arms. He then said to Zixuan, "Miss Zixuan, Chonglou should have told you about my plan, right?"

Zixuan paused, then said hesitantly, "What you said is too far-fetched. Could you give me some time to consider it?"

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In this world, the descendants of Nuwa are not as sacred as in other worlds. Because Nuwa rebelled against Fuxi, she was stripped of her divine status, and her descendants were cursed by Fuxi.

Under normal circumstances, Nuwa's descendants live forever, but as soon as they reproduce, the mother's body will lose its divine form in a very short time, her spiritual power will gradually weaken, she will gradually age, and finally die from exhaustion of spiritual power.

Zixuan's mother was like this, and her mother's mother was like this too. Originally, she should have been like this as well, but because of Xu Changqing, or rather Lin Yeping and Gu Liufang, she was unwilling to die, so she sealed her daughter Qing'er to prolong her own life.

This seal has stood for a full three hundred years. Even with the vitality of Nuwa's descendants, it would be difficult to maintain for three hundred years.

Now that the seal has been broken, there are only two choices: either she lives and Qing'er dies, or she dies and Qing'er lives. But she doesn't want to die, nor does she want Qing'er to die.

"Miss Zixuan, there's no use in continuing to agonize over this," Russell said irritably. He had already satisfied her unreasonable demands, and she still wanted time to consider: "I'll be leaving here in three days at most. Whether to do it or not, it's best to decide now, or you'll miss this opportunity."

"This—" Zi Xuan frowned slightly. It wasn't that she was ungrateful, but she had never even heard of Russell's method before. The idea of ​​Nuwa's descendants transforming into pure demons seemed like a fantasy.

"I think you can trust him." Chonglou walked to Zixuan's side. Although he was extremely anxious inside, he forced a straight face, still cold and domineering: "Besides, with me by your side, even if we fail, it will just mean sealing this girl again. Or do you not want to be with Xu Changqing forever?"

"I'll do it!" Whether it was Chonglou's guarantee that worked or the encouragement from the last sentence, Zixuan agreed.

Half an hour later.

Behind Mount Shu, there is an inconspicuous little pavilion.

This small pavilion was originally the meditation room used by Daoist Qingwei in seclusion, but it has now been requisitioned by Russell. Most of the furnishings inside the room have been removed, leaving only two stone beds placed side by side. On the ground, dark red patterns extend in all directions from the stone beds, forming an extremely complex array.

Zixuan lay on the left eye of the formation, her hands clasped in front of her abdomen, her fingers interlocked. Less than two steps away from her, Qing'er was placed in another small formation.

"Ready, here we go." Russell announced, and then, regardless of Zixuan's reaction, he decisively raised his right hand, a purple-gold energy blade condensing at his fingertips, and gently tore open the gelatinous layer sealing Qing'er.

The moment the gelatinous layer cracked, Qing'er's life force completely collapsed. At the same time, Zi Xuan let out a mournful wail. Nuwa's spiritual power, which had been suppressed for three hundred years, suddenly soared into the sky, crashing straight into the clouds above Mount Shu and completely shattering the clouds. Then, guided by the formation, it flowed into Qing'er's body.

At the same moment, Qing'er's breathing stabilized at a visible speed, while Zi Xuan began to age at the same speed. In the blink of an eye, her black hair turned white, and countless wrinkles appeared on her face. It only took a few breaths to jump from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age.