Chapter 380: The Warm Man Dongjun, and the "Exasperated" Qi Yuan

Chapter 380: The Warm-hearted Dongjun, Qi Yuan in a "Frenzied Fury"

Her black dress was perfectly proportioned, revealing a cold allure within her petite and delicate frame.

Her shoulders were as if carved, her waist as if bound by white silk, and the golden sash was embroidered with intricate patterns.

She stood in the void, like a goddess stepping forth from the dark heavens.

Ning Tao’s cold, clear eyes glanced at Lü Zhu; only when Qi Yuan was not by her side did she regain that icy, frosty demeanor of the Northern Demon Thirteen.

Outwardly cold, inwardly seductive.

“Senior, you are…” Lü Zhu bowed her head respectfully, a multitude of thoughts flashing through her mind.

Not only the great enemy from before, but also the mysterious powerhouse before her, like a divine maiden—both were beings she could never match.

“Do you not have a guess in your heart?” Ning Tao spoke, her voice different from her frosty temperament, as if ice were laced with a hint of sweetness. “Qi Yuan… he is my husband.”

There was a distinct sense of claiming sovereignty in her voice.

When facing Xiao Jia, Ning Tao would willingly call her “little sister,” and when facing the Golden Canary, she would address her as “Sister Xiao Jia.”

But not everyone was worthy of such a title from her.

Of course, her husband’s instructions were another matter.

“Greetings… Mistress!” Lü Zhu quickly performed a salute, a sense of dejection and envy rising in her heart.

Only a woman like this divine maiden could be worthy of her master.

In both appearance and cultivation realm, she was peerless in this world.

Hearing this, Ning Tao’s gaze toward Lü Zhu softened slightly. “The worlds are about to converge. Make your preparations and cause no slaughter!”

“As you command!” Princess Lü Zhu replied hastily, then looked at Ning Tao and said softly, “Mistress, your beauty is unmatched; surely every man in this world admires you. Master is truly fortunate to have married you.”

Ning Tao smiled sweetly at this. “My appearance terrifies the world, but he… he never cared.”

In the past, as the Golden Canary, she had broken through the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, suffered a curse, and was loathed by heaven and despised by all.

Everyone hated her, detested her, and dared not look upon her face.

Only her husband dared to gaze at her with clear eyes, to speak to her with gentle, sincere words.

Back then, the maiden in the pool had long since planted a seed in her heart.

“This?” Lü Zhu was momentarily puzzled, confused in her heart.

As if reminiscing about the past, Ning Tao gave a faint smile. “There are many vermin outside that might taint the atmosphere of this society and spoil my husband’s mood for playing games. I’ll go deal with them.”

A murderous intent surged in Ning Tao’s eyes.

Sometimes, she was the carefree, somewhat vain Golden Canary who followed behind Qi Yuan as his little sidekick.

But now, she was Ning Tao—the one who kept pace with her husband, solving his troubles, the Ning Tao that the Golden Canary most wished to become.

With that, her figure vanished in an instant.

Only Lü Zhu and Wang Yuanyu remained within the Scroll of Mountains and Seas, their expressions complex.

Then, Wang Yuanyu said softly, “The stockings wrapped around that divine maiden’s legs just now—shouldn’t they be stockings?”

On Ning Tao’s legs were thin stockings.

Her current attire was the same as when she first met Qi Yuan.

“Probably,” Lü Zhu nodded.

“Is this what Qi Yuan wants to give me?” Wang Yuanyu muttered, covering her mouth. “I just wonder if wearing these will scare him off.”

……

At that moment, in the Black Sea, a petite young girl was drenched in sweat.

She flew back and forth in the sky, continuously casting her Dao techniques.

With each technique, old men and women fell from the air.

“Witch!”

“Despicable! You dare to stop us—you are a sinner of the world!”

“She is also at the Martial Lord realm. If we join forces, we can slay her!”

The Black Deer Martial Lord said in a deep voice.

Nearly ten thousand Martial Lords spread out a net, encircling the young girl.

Just moments ago, they had been roaming the Black Sea, searching for the entrance to the Scroll of Mountains and Seas.

Then this young girl appeared and began to chase and attack them relentlessly.

This young girl’s strength was immense; even the titled Martial Lords were no match for her.

However, they had many Martial Lords.

Nearly ten thousand Martial Lords united, determined to annihilate the girl.

Faced with so many Martial Lords, the girl grew flustered.

“Ning Tao, come save me, quick!”

The girl shouted at the heavens.

This young girl was the past incarnation of Ning Tao after she became a Yang God—that is, the Golden Canary.

Now, she only had the strength of a peak Mythical being.

Ning Tao, on the other hand, was a Yang God.

Over the years, she had meditated in the Black Sea, absorbing the power of time, comprehending space-time, and finally achieving perfection, stepping into the Yang God realm.

“No one can save you here!”

“Hmph, Lord Qi Yuan has gone to meet Dongjun; he will become one of us. He will feel nothing for your death.”

“Bullshit!” The Golden Canary was furious, hands on her hips. “Ning Tao, come here! Beat him into a pulp, tear his mouth apart, and bury it in a cesspool for ten thousand years!”

The Golden Canary was truly enraged.

How could they say Qi Yuan didn’t care about her?

She was the number one beauty of Nine Coil Mountain, certified by Qi Yuan.

The one Qi Yuan cherished most was, without a doubt, her.

To say Qi Yuan didn’t care about her was the second greatest sin under heaven.

“Hmph, it will be you who dies,” said the titled Martial Lord, looking at the Golden Canary with wariness.

Just then, a seductive voice echoed in everyone’s mind: “My husband is fighting the big boss; these small fries, naturally, this servant will handle for him.”

Endless killing intent churned over the Black Sea.

Ning Tao in her black dress appeared, standing in the void, her black hair like a waterfall.

Joy lit up the Golden Canary’s eyes. “You’re finally here.”

The Martial Lords’ expressions shifted dramatically at the sight of Ning Tao.

"Heavenly Venerable..."

"Heavenly Venerable, no less!"

They could not comprehend how a Heavenly Venerable could exist within this Black Sea.

"Heavenly Venerable Qiyuan is currently meeting with the Eastern Lord. If you have business, could you wait until he emerges?" the Black Deer Martial Lord said anxiously.

"Oh, so you have matters that cannot wait until my husband comes out?" Ning Tao's eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

The Black Deer Martial Lord hastily replied, "This concerns the very survival of the world; we had no choice but to resort to this!"

The other Martial Lords also spoke with righteous fervor: "Though our actions defy the will of heaven, for the sake of the world's continuation, we willingly play the role of villains!"

"Yes, once Heavenly Venerable Qiyuan comes out and sees that we have saved the world, he will surely forgive us!"

These Martial Lords poured out their words, their expressions impassioned and stirring, as if ready at any moment to die for the world.

Ning Tao stood upon the Black Sea, its waters flowing past her feet, the power of time swirling around her. Her form seemed unreal, as if she did not exist in this very moment.

She smiled, a radiant smile.

"What is the world to me? My husband is the only one that matters."

Having become the Northern Demon's Thirteenth Fiend, she was loathed by heaven and weary of humanity, having tasted the depths of human malice.

To her, the world and its people were no different from the stones and grass by the roadside.

The world despised her, the world abhorred her—how could she repay evil with good?

Only her husband was the one she truly cared for.

She gazed at these "righteous" Martial Lords, her expression cold as frost.

"I am not my husband. I am not one to reason as he does."

"Since in your hearts, saving the world is paramount..."

"Then, for the sake of the world, please die!"

Ning Tao wasted no more words.

Or rather, she simply could not be bothered with their "grand principles."

Her husband was all that mattered to her.

A love-struck fool... so what?

"Kill!"

She struck out with a palm, no tricks or frills.

Though she had just stepped into the Yang God realm and had yet to fully master her power,

the might of that single palm was beyond what these Martial Lords could match.

The Black Sea instantly overturned, endless currents of time washing over everything.

"No!"

"This cannot be!"

"O world!"

Nearly ten thousand Martial Lords screamed in agony.

The seawater splashed upon their bodies, time flowing rapidly across their forms.

They aged, withered, shrank, grew feeble.

Their mouths, at last, fell silent.

"Are you not fond of love-struck women?"

"I am one!"

Ning Tao did not even glance at them as she struck out with another palm.

In an instant, nearly ten thousand Martial Lords were utterly annihilated.

The gap between a Yang God and a Yin God was vast beyond measure.

And Ning Tao's divine domain was the power of time and space.

"Hehe, I never thought I could be this strong!" The goldfinch flew to Ning Tao's side, gazing at her beautiful face with smug pride. "I'm far too gorgeous—no wonder Qiyuan likes me so much!"

Ning Tao looked at her past self, somewhat exasperated. "Don't be so narcissistic, alright? And... I'm still not strong enough."

"Not strong enough?"

"I can't even keep my husband imprisoned by my side forever."

"...Hey, don't be so yandere!"

"Don't you want me to lock up our husband so the three of us can live together?" Ning Tao's voice was seductive.

"Well..." The goldfinch placed her slender finger on her lips, stars in her eyes. "That does sound thrilling."

...

"Immortal breeze sweeps clouds, moistening the cave abode; Divine light reflects the moon, illuminating the jade tower."

At the site of the Great Cataclysm, Qiyuan gazed at the inscription on the stone wall before him, a smile blooming in his eyes.

"This place is fated for me!"

"Godfather, what does that have to do with you?" Qi Qi stood beside him, asking in confusion.

The Divine Thunder Old Man stroked his beard: "Whatever he sets his eyes on is fated for him—simple as that."

"Hey, you can't just slander a man's innocence like that. I'm no Kong Yiji; I know three hundred and twenty-seven ways to write the character 'hui'."

Qiyuan grew flustered, pointing at the stone wall: "See that? It says 'Divine Light' up there. I hail from the Divine Light Sect, and I'm about to become its first Purple Mansion cultivator in history.

Isn't it only natural that this place is fated for me?"

The Divine Thunder Old Man was left speechless.

Qi Qi tilted her head: "Godfather makes a good point."

Just then, a gentle, refined voice rang out.

"You... have finally come."

The voice was like a heavenly melody, falling upon their ears like jade striking a jade plate.

A sense of spring breeze washed over them, stirring ripples in their hearts.

All looked up to see, amidst the myriad colors ahead, a man in tattered white robes approaching leisurely.

Though covered in wounds, his eyes were as bright as sunlight.

He gazed at Qiyuan with a look of profound affection: "Aqiao, you've finally come to see me. Do you remember me? I am your husband, Sheng Kongming."

With his words, endless memories flooded into Qiyuan's mind.

The insights of the Ten Thousand Dao Martial Gods surged within him.

Qiyuan seemed to see himself as the woman in the mural, walking hand in hand with Sheng Kongming under the starry sky.

At that moment, the Divine Infant and Yang God cultivators behind Qiyuan all stared at him with peculiar curiosity, as if they had uncovered some monumental scandal.

"He and Saint Kongming are Dao companions?"

"They are actually a couple!"

"Could it be that the one Saint Kongming has been waiting for all along is him!"

"How moving!"

"To save his beloved, he ventured alone into a foreign realm, suppressed his foe for a million years, unwilling to leave, only wishing to wait for your return in the mortal world!"

"Guarding an entire realm—how stirring."

Qi Qi's eyes sparkled even brighter; she clenched her fists, nearly on the verge of tears.

Witnessing this, Saint Kongming's expression remained unchanged.

The Saint Light Clan was few in number and exceedingly rare.

But for the Saint Light Clan, numbers were the most useless thing.

Before him stood thousands of Yang Gods; to be honest, even a Yang God at the Ultimate Principle Realm would tremble in fear.

Yet... he was of the Saint Light Clan.

As long as one was not a full major realm above him, they were but playthings in his mouth.

Thus, facing thousands of Yang Gods, he remained calm and composed.

Most of these Yang Gods were at the first stage, the Lesser Heaven Realm.

Those at the Greater Heaven Realm were few and far between.

And he... was at the Yang God Greater Heaven Realm, merely a step away from the Ultimate Principle Realm.

Below the Ultimate Principle, he was invincible, effortlessly toying with them.

Even a Yang God at the Ultimate Principle Realm, with some effort and careful planning, he could handle.

He gazed at Qi Yuan, his eyes full of tenderness: "Though you have now become a man, my love for you remains undiminished!"

Seeing this, Qi Qi couldn't help but say, "I knew love could transcend gender!"

Dong Jianghe's eyes widened too: "True love!"

Zhu Zhuangshi frowned: "Hey, don't compete with Old Zhu...!"

Ever since Saint Kongming appeared, the tone had shifted abruptly.

Qi Yuan pressed down his wildly growing nose and couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Can you stop being so disgusting!"

The game's planner was simply...

A perfectly good big boss, first called Dongjun.

Using the Mountain and River Society Brush to paint the Shanhai Scroll, endlessly restarting the world, fighting the Root Demon alone for a million years.

How imposing was that?

And now, he turned out to be a gay man from a gay bar.

"Don't touch me!" Qi Yuan couldn't help but say.

At the same time, he waved his hand and absorbed all the Divine Infants present into his body.

Though he wouldn't be fooled by Dongjun,

his Divine Infants were not him—they could be deceived.

Now, their gossipy gazes made Qi Yuan sick.

Qi Yuan's reaction did not surprise Dongjun.

"I know you can't accept it now, but I will always be by your side, waiting for you to break free from the world's prejudices." As he spoke, Dongjun Saint Kongming reached out his hand to Qi Yuan, his eyes filled with anticipation.

It seemed he was encouraging Qi Yuan to bravely walk toward him.

"Between you and me, there are a hundred steps. I will take ninety-nine; can you take the last one?" Saint Kongming said gently, warmly, like a caring man.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was utterly speechless: "Damn game, I want to quit!"

At that moment, Saint Kongming had already taken ninety-nine steps, extending his left hand, looking at Qi Yuan with eager expectation.

"Ah Qiao, can you take this step for me?"

Saint Kongming was hopeful, his eyes full of confidence.

Never mind that the Celestial Venerable before him had not yet reached the Ultimate Principle Realm.

Moreover, Qi Yuan had received the gifts of the Myriad Dao Martial God.

Those gifts were the second layer of insurance left for "her."

Whoever accepted the memories of the Myriad Dao Martial God would become the "her" he believed in.

Qi Yuan before him was naturally no exception.

Now, his disgust and speechlessness were merely due to his inability to accept it in a short time.

When he reached out his hand and soothed him with his warm, magnetic voice, Qi Yuan would surely be moved.

"If you are unwilling to accept that we are both male, I can also become a woman. As long as you like it, Ah Qiao."

Dongjun was warm, his voice sincere.

Such a voice seemed enough to move any female lead in a TV drama.

"I won't hold your damn hand!"

"Chop off your dog's paw!"

"You make me sick!"

Under Dongjun's incredulous gaze, a blood-red sword light flashed.

Boundless, surging power rolled and spread in that moment.

Dongjun's left arm was severed in an instant.

Qi Yuan fumed: "Still being cheap? Still disgusting me?"

Qi Yuan increasingly felt that mystery was indeed the best charm.

After meeting Dongjun, he had been disenchanted with him.

A scheming, off-putting man.

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Title: *Past Lives Come True: I Have Countless Mysterious Identities!*

Demon Hunter, Demon Suppressor, Immortal...

Through countless reincarnations, forging countless glorious identities—and all of them are real!

(End of chapter)