Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The water clock in the Moon Palace dripped and ticked, its sound irritating to the heart.

Su Xiaojiu sat on the cold jade bed, holding the withered cassia branch in her hand, her fingertips rubbing against the rough bark.

It's been two days.

That heavy palace gate was never opened except by the puppets delivering meals.

Tianpeng didn't come.

Su Xiaojiu threw the osmanthus branch at her feet, leaned back, and rested on the cold jade pillow.

She had expected that loud and boisterous female marshal would come and scold her again, or bring wine to persuade her to leave.

But this person seemed to have vanished.

"Too."

Su Xiaojiu looked at the pale moon overhead and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"You're about to have your blood drawn, what good is coming to see me now except to add to my sadness?"

Tomorrow is the night of the full moon.

Indra is already busy at the altar. I heard that even the warships used to suppress the nation's fate have been recalled, for fear that something might go wrong.

The restrictions outside the Guanghan Palace are several times stronger than they were two days ago.

Not even a fly can get out.

Su Xiaojiu closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the wind outside.

The wind was strong, making the tiles rattle and clatter.

……

On the west side of the Demon Court, there is an inconspicuous side hall.

This is where Rolling Curtain lives.

There were no glittering decorations, only a few old tables and chairs, and weapons that were polished to a gleaming shine all over the room.

Tianpeng sat at the table, with two empty wine jars under his feet.

She wasn't wearing that purple-gold robe; instead, she wore a neat short outfit, her hair tied up high, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

However, her face was flushed with an unnatural redness.

"drink!"

Tianpeng slammed a large, rough porcelain bowl heavily on the table, spilling wine onto the surface.

Roll up the curtain and sit opposite.

He was also holding a bowl, but he drank very slowly, as if he was trying to savor every sip.

"Marshal, you're drunk."

He rolled up the curtain, lowered the bowl, and looked at the sky.

"Drunk my ass!"

Tianpeng waved his hand, nearly knocking the candlestick off the table.

"Old Sha, how many years have we known each other?"

Roller thought for a moment.

"I can't remember."

He said, "Counting from the time of the Milky Way, it must have been tens of thousands of years."

"Yes, tens of thousands of years."

Tianpeng lay on the table, his fingers tracing circles on the rim of the bowl.

"For tens of thousands of years, we fought from the heavens to the earth, from gods to monsters."

"Tell me, what are we after?"

The curtain remained silent.

He got up, walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the demon-slaying staff, and slowly wiped it with a rag.

"Just trying to make a living."

The sound of the roller blind was muffled.

Tianpeng chuckled.

She reached into her bosom, rummaged around for a while, and pulled out an object.

It was a glass cup.

It is crystal clear and translucent, shimmering with seven colors under the candlelight.

As soon as this thing was taken out, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

The hand that was wiping the weapons with the roller shutter paused.

He turned around and stared intently at the glass lamp.

That was his most treasured possession when he was the Curtain-Rolling General in Heaven, and it was also the evidence that later led to his demotion to the mortal realm.

Although it's a replica, the feel of it is unmistakable.

"Where did you get this?"

He rolled up the curtain and asked.

"Found it in the storeroom."

Tianpeng placed the glass cup in the center of the table, picked up the wine jar, and filled it with wine.

The wine, once poured into the cup, surprisingly emitted a faint blue glow.

"Old Sha."

Tianpeng picked up the glass cup and handed it to the curtain.

"This glass of wine is a toast to our friendship that has lasted for tens of thousands of years."

Roll up the curtain and look at the glass of wine.

The aroma of the wine is strong, but there is a subtle, almost imperceptible bitterness mixed in with it.

That's the smell of "Drunken Dragon Grass".

One plant is enough to intoxicate a true dragon, let alone a whole cup.

Rolling up the curtain, looking into Tianpeng's eyes.

Tianpeng did not dodge.

Her eyes were bright, almost blindingly so, yet they held a barely perceptible hint of pleading.

She was begging him.

Beg him to drink it.

Please ask him to mind his own business.

Beg him... to grant my request.

The roller shutter remained silent for a long time.

He threw the rag in his hand on the ground and walked back to the table.

"marshal."

The curtain opened, and the voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Is this liquor strong?"

Tianpeng's fingers trembled slightly.

"big."

She said, "Drinking it will help me sleep well."

"How long do you sleep?"

"Sleep until...it's all over."

Rolling Curtain laughed.

A very unpleasant smile appeared on that stubble-covered, perpetually stern face.

He stretched out his hands and solemnly accepted the glass cup.

"Good wine."

Rolling Curtain said.

He didn't ask Tianpeng what he wanted to do.

They didn't even ask what would happen if Indra (the God of Heaven) blamed them tomorrow.

They didn't even ask if the broken glass cup would result in a demotion.

He simply raised his wine glass and offered a toast to Tianpeng.

"Marshal, take care."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the glass of wine, which was shimmering with blue light, in one gulp.

Snapped!

The glass cup slipped from his hand, crashed to the ground, and shattered into countless pieces.

The crisp cracking sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

The roller shutter swayed slightly.

He gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady himself, but his eyelids felt like they were weighed down by a thousand-pound iron block.

"This wine..."

Rolling Curtain muttered, "Damn it...it's so bitter."

puff.

The man, as steady as a mountain, fell to the ground.

The snoring soon began.

Tianpeng sat in a chair, looking at the fallen curtain on the ground.

She reached out her hand, intending to help, but then withdrew it halfway through.

"sorry."

Tianpeng said in a low voice.

She stood up and straightened her clothes.

That feeling of intoxication vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was an extremely sharp and ruthless killing intent.

Tianpeng walked to the door and pushed it open.

The wind and snow outside are very strong.

She glanced back at the rolled-up curtain on the ground, then at the shards of glass scattered all over the floor.

"Old Sha, go to sleep."

"It will be over when you wake up."

Tianpeng stepped out of the side hall, his figure flashed, and he transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Guanghan Palace.

……

Outside the Moon Palace.

Dozens of guards at the Casting Cauldron Realm stood like statues at the entrance.

Their auras merged into one, forming an unbreakable barrier.

Sudden.

A gust of wind swept in from afar.

The wind carried a thick layer of moisture, like a celestial river pouring down, instantly dispersing the snow and wind.

"Who goes there!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards shouted and drew his sword.

Before he could even see who it was, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

That was the aura of someone at the peak of the Transformation Realm, or even someone with one foot in the Profound Realm.

boom! boom! boom!

Dozens of imperial guards were thrown back by the shockwave without even uttering a sound, crashing heavily against the palace wall and losing consciousness.

The palace gates were smashed open by a powerful force.

Su Xiaojiu had just sat up from the cold jade bed when she saw a figure rush in.

Tianpeng.

She didn't speak or explain.

There wasn't even time for Su Xiaojiu to react.

Tianpeng waved his sleeve.

A gentle yet irresistible force enveloped Su Xiaojiu's body.

That is the power of the Milky Way and the Weak Water.

"Walk!"

Tianpeng gave a low shout.

She formed a hand seal with one hand and slammed it against the back wall of the Guanghan Palace.

Boom!

The wall, covered with restrictive runes, collapsed under that palm strike, revealing the dark night sky outside.

That was the gap she left behind.

Su Xiaojiu only felt a blur before her eyes, and then she was lifted up by Tianpeng and rushed out of the Guanghan Palace.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Su Xiaojiu couldn't open her eyes because of the wind, so she could only hold tightly to her cloak.

She could sense that Tianpeng was moving at an extreme speed.

They're running for their lives.

It's also a matter of saving lives.

"marshal……"

Su Xiaojiu was about to speak.

"Shut up!"

Tianpeng's voice was as cold as ice shards.

"Don't speak, don't turn around."

"Once you leave this demon court, head west."

Keep running, don't stop.

Su Xiaojiu looked at Tianpeng's profile.

His face was expressionless, except for clenched teeth and bulging veins on his forehead.

She's working desperately.

For a "fake" person I've only met a few times.

For a vague and unreal idea.

A strange feeling welled up in Su Xiaojiu's heart.

She stopped speaking and let Tianpeng lead her through the night.

Behind.

The alarm bells of the Demon Court finally rang.

when--

when--

when--

The bell tolled urgently, its sound echoing through the sky.

Countless powerful auras rose from the depths of the palace, converging on this side.

"Senior Sister!"

An extremely angry roar exploded in the night sky.

That was the voice of Indra.

Filled with boundless rage and the oppressive aura of imperial dragon power, it shook the entire Heavenly Demon City.

Tianpeng ignored him.

She didn't even turn her head.

The light beneath their feet accelerated even more rapidly.

"Su Xiaojiu".

Tianpeng suddenly spoke, his voice slightly breathless.

"I've got it."

No two flowers in this world are the same.

"But as long as you live, that flower is not dead."

In front.

The walls of Tianyao City were already within reach.

Tianpeng suddenly stopped.

She shoved Su Xiaojiu hard towards the outside of the city wall.

"roll!"

Su Xiaojiu's body flew over the towering city wall like a kite with a broken string, falling into the vast wilderness.

She looked back one last time.

Tianpeng was seen floating alone above the city wall.

He found himself holding a nine-toothed rake.

Facing the overwhelming pursuers behind him, and the furious emperor who came flying through the air.

Tianpeng laughed.

He laughed wildly and unrestrainedly.

Come on!

She brandished her weapon and roared deafeningly at the swarm of demon soldiers.

"Anyone who dares to cross this line, I'll skin them alive!"

Linjiangxian - Shattered Glass

The water clock drips slowly, the wind and snow intensify, and I sit alone in the cold palace, feeling utterly desolate.

An old friend, carrying wine, strolls along singing.

The glass cup shattered, and I was drunk for the rest of my life.

The universe is hidden beneath my sleeves, the sun and moon are obscured; a raging wind sweeps away fleeting fame.

A lone figure stands atop the city wall, facing Venus.

He transformed himself into a shield, and sent his son out of the heavily fortified city.