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

"They're here."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

The black iron gate of Guiyuan Hall, which was engraved with seven layers of array patterns, was dented in the middle!

A massive fist imprint was firmly branded onto the iron plate. The array runes flickered wildly.

Immediately afterwards, a second punch landed.

The half-foot-thick piece of black iron was violently torn apart, and the sharp sound of metal twisting instantly shattered the deathly silence in the hall.

The third punch!

The entire gate collapsed with a roar, and the heavy iron plate slammed onto the floor tiles, kicking up clouds of dust.

Inside the hall, the golden barrier shattered into countless points of light. Red flames, carrying the dark red essence of the celestial fox, poured in from outside the door. Su Chang'an strode in, stepping on the broken iron plates.

He immediately used his own essence to suspend Chen Xuan's aura.

At the edge of the plaza outside the hall, Chen Daolin's hand was still frozen in mid-air.

A seven-layered death formation. Even a full-force attack from a peak Great Sage might not be able to budge it in the slightest.

She smashed it open with three punches.

He didn't even have time to raise his hand to stop him.

The Chen family guards around them drew their weapons, but none dared to take a single step forward. The terrifyingly high temperature emanating from the hall made even cultivators at the Cave Profound Realm feel as if their flesh was being roasted.

Just as an elder was about to step forward, Chen Daolin suddenly raised his hand and pressed him down.

"Don't move."

He stared at the billowing flames inside the hall, his voice strained: "Quasi-emperors are fighting inside. If we go in now, not even ashes will be left."

Chen Daolin was frantically calculating.

Even if Li Changgeng wins, the Chen family will still be able to obtain Chen Xuan's physical body.

But what if the woman in red wins...?

Chen Daolin shuddered and forcibly shut down the thought.

Inside the hall, the golden barrier of light shattered into countless points of light.

Red flames, carrying the dark red essence of the celestial fox, poured in from outside the door.

Su Chang'an strode in, stepping on the broken iron plate.

Her red dress billowed, and nine fox tails spread wildly behind her, blocking out the wind, snow, and murderous intent outside the door.

Chen Xuan lay in a pool of blood, his only remaining eye fixed on the direction of the door.

The red figure gradually became clearer.

It wasn't a hallucination he had before he died; it was a real entity with scalding heat.

Chen Xuan's Adam's apple bobbed painfully as he swallowed a large mouthful of bloody saliva. His broken spine protested agonizingly, but he still managed to lift his head an inch higher with all his might.

He won his bet.

She didn't leave; she came back.

Su Chang'an stopped in his tracks.

My gaze swept past the mess on the ground and settled on the figure lying in a pool of blood about three zhang away.

His left arm was bent at an odd angle, his back was sunken, and the fingernails of all ten fingers were turned outwards, their flesh and blood digging into the cracks in the brickwork.

Su Chang'an's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

The string of "reason" in my mind snapped cleanly with a "snap".

She's lived a very shrewd life; she knows better than anyone when to advance and when to retreat.

Now, screw that plan.

She had only one thought in her mind: to kill this old man in front of her.

"This is a huge loss," Su Chang'an cursed inwardly.

Outside, the three ancestors of the Chen family were blocking the door; inside, there was a quasi-emperor who had lived for three thousand years. He himself had only just fused with a portion of the ancient celestial fox's essence, forcibly elevating himself to the peak of the Great Sage realm, and his cultivation was extremely unstable.

The rational course of action is to tear open the void and run as far as possible with Chen Xuan in tow.

But she looked at Chen Xuan's hands digging into the cracks in the brickwork.

Run my ass!

The person I've protected since childhood has been beaten into this state by others. If I were to tolerate this, Su Chang'an would have lived a wasted life.

Su Chang'an completely ignored Li Changgeng beside him, and transformed into a red afterimage, instantly flashing to Chen Xuan's side.

He squatted down, and pure white phoenix true fire poured out from his fingertips as if it were free, frantically pouring into Chen Xuan's body.

White flames enveloped the tattered body, and the charred flesh healed at a visible speed. The broken spine, scorched by the real fire, emitted a teeth-grinding sound as it was being set.

The pain of forcibly reconnecting the meridians was a hundred times more intense than when the Supreme Bone was removed back then.

Chen Xuan's forehead veins bulged, and cold sweat splattered on the ground, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Su Chang'an placed his left hand on his spiritual platform, and the essence of the Heavenly Fox transformed into countless threads, forcibly drilling into his limbs and bones to repair the acupoints that had been crushed by the pressure of the Quasi-Emperor.

"They dare to act like this right after their foundation has just been rebuilt!" Su Chang'an cursed through gritted teeth as he channeled his inner energy. "Does he really think he has nine lives?"

Chen Xuan's cracked lips moved slightly.

"One... is enough." He looked at Su Chang'an's tense profile, his voice hoarse yet surprisingly calm, "That's enough to protect you."

Su Chang'an's fingers suddenly stopped, almost snapping the newly reconnected meridians again.

Shut up!"

She cursed irritably, but her eyes involuntarily stung. She blinked hard twice to force back the tears, her movements still rough as she crushed the Heavenly Fox Essence and stuffed it into his parched meridians.

When my fingers touched his broken ribs, they trembled almost imperceptibly.

She didn't let him see it.

Chen Xuan didn't dodge. He let Su Chang'an's fingers poke his head, but with his barely functional right hand, he slowly reached out and grabbed Su Chang'an's clothes tightly.

Once he grabbed it, he wouldn't let go. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he clenched the red cloth into a ball.

Li Changgeng stood to the side.

He stared intently at the woman in red crouching on the ground, at her nine outstretched tails, and at the celestial fox essence etched into his bones.

This source clearly contains the aura of that body from underground!

He searched for three thousand years and waited for three thousand years, and now the answer is right before his eyes.

Reason screamed wildly in his mind: Act now! Suppress her, search her soul, and eliminate all variables!

But his body seemed to be nailed to the spot.

That face was so similar. The arc of those nine tails as they spread out was exactly the same as when they shielded him from the blizzard three thousand years ago on the snowy plains.

He simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

"you……"

As soon as Li Changgeng uttered a single word, all the obsessions that had been suppressed for three thousand years were stuck in his throat.

Su Chang'an stood up.

She turned around, her left hand still pressing on Chen Xuan's back to transmit her essence, but her right hand was raised directly.

A ball of pure white phoenix fire rapidly compressed in his palm, instantly transforming into a dazzling white sphere, distorting the surrounding air with its intense heat.

"What do you mean, 'what the hell'?!" Su Chang'an interrupted him rudely. "You dare treat my people like dogs and trample on them?!"

The white ball was smashed out with a bang!

Without any probing or preparation, the Great Sage's peak killing move was unleashed without reservation.

The white ball exploded three feet in front of Li Changgeng, and the Quasi-Emperor's protective aura automatically countered.

"boom--!"

The dome of Guiyuan Hall was blown away by half by the violent shockwave!

The array runes on the walls crumbled inch by inch, the entire hall teetered on the brink of collapse, and rubble rained down like a storm.

The nine tails behind Su Chang'an soared into the sky, intertwining above Chen Xuan to form a giant red umbrella, deflecting all the rubble.

Chen Xuan lay there, not a speck of dust on him.

Li Changgeng was forced to take half a step back by this attack.

Just half a step. The Quasi-Emperor's power of law easily crushed the remaining Phoenix True Fire, but he did not retaliate.

His gaze pierced through the firelight, fixed intently on Su Chang'an's face.

The firelight illuminated everything. That face, those eyes, even the defiant tone in which he cursed…

Li Changgeng's breathing became completely disordered.

At this moment, the quasi-emperor's foundation, which had been as solid as a rock, developed violent cracks. The span of three thousand years was forcibly shattered, and the wasteland outside Luoyan Town, the gray-robed woman by the campfire... those images that he had sealed away so tightly, crashed into his sea of ​​consciousness like madmen.

He couldn't distinguish between reality and falsehood.

"master……"

Li Changgeng murmured to himself. He took a step forward as if possessed, completely ignoring the real fire still burning around him. The flames scorched the hem of his Taoist robe, but he was oblivious, wanting only to get closer and confirm that face.

Su Chang'an was so angry he laughed.

"You've mistaken me for someone else, you old man!"

His hands suddenly formed a hand seal, and the nine fox tails shone brightly with red light, transforming into nine long whips that tore through the air and lashed fiercely at Li Changgeng!

"Slap! Slap!"

The long whip lashed against the golden protective aura, producing a piercing roar, and the aura rippled outwards.

Li Changgeng still did not dodge.

"No..." He shook his head, his eyes filled with struggle, "You are not her. There's something of her in your soul, but you are not her!"

He suddenly raised his right hand.

The quasi-emperor's oppressive aura descended once again like a hundred thousand mountains! The air inside the hall instantly froze, and even the burning flames were forcibly extinguished by three feet.

Su Chang'an withstood the oppressive force that could crush a soul, without retreating even half a step.

Chen Xuan was right behind her. If she took half a step back, that little bastard would be turned into mincemeat.

She gritted her teeth and pushed her source energy to its limit. Red and golden light clashed fiercely in mid-air, crushing the broken bricks on the ground into dust. Abyss-like cracks spread all the way, and the spiritual energy of the twelve secondary peaks of the Chen family was instantly drained, causing the formation to emit a mournful wail.

At this extremely close distance, Su Chang'an clearly sensed the Daoist aura emanating from Li Changgeng.

The highest form of detachment is forgetting emotions.

Sever all emotions and desires, cut off all cause and effect.

A strong, physical nausea surged up from the depths of Su Chang'an's heart. It wasn't an emotion; it was the newly merged Ancient Celestial Fox essence frantically rejecting her!

Three thousand years ago, the woman in the gray robe sat by the campfire, suppressing all her despair, and said to the boy in front of her, "Supreme detachment from emotions."

That's not enlightenment or detachment; it's utter surrender to fate!

What Su Chang'an hated most in his life was compromise.

She dared to point her finger at the dog system and curse it, she dared to overturn the table even in a sure-fire death trap, so why should she walk a deadly path for a coward who dares not face his own true feelings?!

Su Chang'an suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the quasi-emperor who had lived for three thousand years.

"Supreme detachment from emotions?"

She sneered without any mercy in front of the future emperor.

"You're trying to cultivate a state of detachment from worldly affairs, yet you've turned yourself into a pariah. What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?"

Li Changgeng's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze instantly.

Three thousand years ago, on that snowy night, as the campfire was dying down, the woman in the grey robe said something similar. She said—"Forgetting it means it won't hurt anymore? Who are you kidding?"

He thought he had long forgotten those words.

No, not at all. Not a single word was forgotten.

"What a lousy Taoist name, it sounds awful!" Su Chang'an's words were like daggers to the heart.

In this desolate ruin, those words were like a resounding slap across Li Changgeng's face.

Li Changgeng's pupils dilated instantly, and the "ruthless" shell that had been disguised for three thousand years was torn to shreds by this one sentence!

For three thousand years, he sat in meditation, for three thousand years, hypnotizing himself, deceiving himself that as long as he forgot his feelings, he wouldn't feel pain. But now, this woman with his master's face is pointing her finger at him, cursing that it's all bullshit, and even complaining that it's dirty!

His breathing became completely disordered, and even the surrounding space cracked with fine black mist due to his loss of control over his emotions.

Chen Xuan lay on Su Chang'an's back, looking at the red figure blocking his way. The excruciating pain in his back seemed to have disappeared, leaving only an unprecedented sense of security.

The hand gripping the red cloth tightened its hold even more.

He was certain she would win, no matter who was standing opposite her.

Li Changgeng stood still, his golden protective aura beginning to flicker intensely.

He wanted to prove himself right, to prove that the three thousand years of self-imposed confinement had meaning.

"What do you know..." he practically spat out those four words through clenched teeth.

Su Chang'an didn't tolerate his mental exhaustion at all.

"I know you're a coward who doesn't even dare to admit your own true feelings!"

She took a sudden, heavy step forward, unleashing her full power as a peak Great Sage!

The red celestial fox essence and the white phoenix true fire intertwined completely, transforming into an incomparably arrogant nine-tailed fire fox phantom above the ruins of Guiyuan Palace!

The fire fox roared to the sky, and the violent sound waves shattered the last remaining formation.

Li Changgeng stared at the fire fox, at its familiar nine tails, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. His hands, suspended in mid-air, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't bring them down.

The fire fox's nine tails stretched freely in mid-air, each hair burning with dazzling white flames.

Su Chang'an stood directly below the phantom of the fire fox, his red robes fluttering, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes looking down with disdain.

"If you want to fight, then fight."

She looked at the Quasi-Emperor whose Dao Heart was riddled with cracks, and coldly uttered four words:

"Get lost if you're not going to fight!"

Chen Xuan lay on the ground, watching her back.

The red clothes burned into a flag in the firelight.

He suddenly felt that even if he could never stand up again in this lifetime, it would be worth it to be able to see this back view.

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