Chapter 1104: Xiao He, Long Time No See.

Dark clouds massed thickly above the Demon City, split by flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder as an immortal aura descended upon the realm.

Left Historian Xian looked up at the sudden turn of the weather, swallowing hard with great effort; when an immortal rages, heaven and earth change their hue.

He had made every preparation, having already laid down an immortal-grade array, so how could he still have been sensed by Immortal Jimie?

Could it be that Immortal Jimie was also within the Demon City, meaning he had sealed himself inside with her?!

Just why was Qing He completely unharmed?

And did Immortal Jimie not just refer to Qing He as "my person"—could that be the reason for her safety?

"Wait, Immortal Jimie, perhaps there is a misunderstanding between us, I can surrender just like Qing He..."

Boom—

Hui Doudou’s beautiful eyes flared as she left an afterimage where she stood, her true form transforming into a bolt of lightning to kick Left Historian Xian straight to the boundary of the array, leaving him utterly dazed and with shifted organs.

"My Lady!"

The moment Qing He saw the Immortal Fairy, a surge of hot blood rushed through her, so moved she could scarcely believe her own eyes; her voice trembled violently as she cried out those two words, and as familiar yet blurred memories flooded her mind, large teardrops fell uncontrollably, defying her attempts to wipe them away.

Parted for four hundred thousand years, the Lady she had longed for with all her heart had finally been revived.

It was nothing short of a dream.

"Little He, I knew you would be fine." Turning to see Qing He safe and sound, the Immortal Fairy grinned, genuinely delighted, having initially worried about what Hui Doudou might do to her.

"Little He, wait here until I finish off this Left Historian Xian whoever-he-is!"

Left Historian Xian, who had just regained his wits after Hui Doudou's kick, suddenly felt a Fairy Punch crash into his abdomen, turning his stomach inside out until he spat up bitter bile.

What a terrifying fist; such was the punch of the Immortal Fairy.

Left Historian Xian had attained immortality during the Xinhuai Dynasty and had not personally lived through the ancient era ruled by the Five Ancient Immortals, but he had heard Immortal Yingtian and others speak of the Immortal Fairy, knowing well what a dreadful existence she was.

Even if she had not fully revived and was presently a mere soul body, she was still not someone he could defeat!

To provoke these two—forget about him alone, even if the Four Ancient Immortals gathered together, it would be a path straight to death!

He had to flee, he absolutely had to flee!

Hui Doudou and the Immortal Fairy attacked Left Historian Xian simultaneously, striking him back and forth like a cuju ball to vent their frustrations.

Finally, enduring the agonizing pain, Left Historian Xian seized an opportunity to fly toward the edge of the Demon City.

Yet only when he reached the boundary did he remember that his own immortal-grade array had locked down the space of the Demon City; the array was of his own design, requiring a mere three breaths of time to break through.

But in front of Hui Doudou and the Immortal Fairy, let alone three breaths, he did not even have one breath to catch his bearings!

Damn it, the array he had designed with countless drops of his heart's blood had trapped him instead!

The moment he saw Hui Doudou and the Immortal Fairy appear, the Demon Emperor Zhu Tian, who had been preparing to mount his carriage pulled by eight dragon-steeds and lay down a golden highway for his departure, silently hitched the beasts back up, squatted down on the ground, and began picking up the spiritual fruits he had just overturned back into the platter.

Good heavens, a battle of three immortals—thankfully he hadn't gone out, for what would have happened if he had?

Though he did not recognize Left Historian Xian, anyone worthy of the Immortal Fairy's strike could only be an immortal.

Whoosh, whoosh—

A torrential downpour erupted, washing over the Demon City, and the heavy rain that fell upon Left Historian Xian evaporated instantly with a sharp sizzling sound, shrouding him in a dense mist of water vapor.

Left Historian Xian panted heavily, his injuries healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He rejoiced that he had wrested the embryonic form of the Springtime Fruit from Master Muyin, otherwise he would have long since been beaten black and blue, breathing his last.

Hui Doudou raised an eyebrow; an immortal body inherently possessed the ability to heal injuries, but her Power of Jimie carried the trait of suppressing recovery, yet even with that suppression, Left Historian Xian could still mend quickly, indicating he possessed alternative means of restoration.

No matter; no means would avail him in her presence.

Unlike before, when Left Historian Xian had suppressed Qing He and Yun Mengmeng with a single hand and caused a commotion that shook the heavens and earth, the two women dealt with Left Historian Xian using simple punches and kicks—unadorned movements, a display of the supreme Dao simplified, where every strike and stance contained the ultimate truths of the Great Dao.

Yet the pressure brought upon the Demon City by this clash of three immortals was far heavier, making everyone feel as though they were carrying a mountain on their backs; those with insufficient cultivation lacked even the right to witness the fight!

"Hand of the Blue Heaven Prison!"

Risking self-mutilation and severe injury, Left Historian Xian unleashed the Hand of the Blue Heaven Prison, and a massive azure hand descended from above like the hand of heaven itself, its palm covered in runes representing rule and order.

"Extinguish."

Hui Doudou coldly uttered a single word, and beginning from its fingertips, the azure hand of heaven dismantled into its most primitive runes, which then dissolved and vanished completely.

Left Historian Xian drew a handful of talismans, all of them immortal-grade talismans he had inscribed in advance, each one sufficient to slay a half-immortal.

"Karmic Fire of the Red Lotus!"

A crimson fire lotus emerged across the sky, burning away all the sins of the world; as the one who had annihilated the Xinhuai Dynasty, Hui Doudou would surely be enveloped by the karmic flames upon contact, burning until she was withered dry!

"Great Void Illusion!"

A massive illusion expanded outward, plunging Hui Doudou and the Immortal Fairy into a dreamscape; even a single moment of distraction would buy him precious time.

"Netherworld Ghost Shadows!"

Countless ghostly silhouettes materialized, a power he had amassed from the Underworld of the Xinhuai Dynasty; the yin energy carried by a million spectral soldiers could plague an immortal with misfortune, leaving them no leisure for anything else!

"Extinguish!"

Hui Doudou was entirely unaffected by the illusion, still speaking only that single word; the word signified the Power of Jimie, which ranked in the topmost tier of slaughter within the domain of the Immortal Dao, a power against which even the Four Ancient Immortals had been helpless, let alone Left Historian Xian who did not even possess a Dao Fruit!

The Karmic Fire of the Red Lotus collapsed and dispersed before the Power of Jimie, and the million spectral soldiers were instantly turned to ash. Left Historian Xian seized the chance to open his Heavenly Eye; though he had lost his Insight Fruit, he still knew certain techniques for inspecting and divining his own fate, which was the signature expertise of his Shihuang clan, brought to its peak in his generation.

Within his Heavenly Eye, he saw himself enveloped by gray mist, an omen of extreme malice, meaning the outcome of this battle would either be deep imprisonment or the destruction of his body and Dao, with no third possibility.

Making a prompt decision, he bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and invoked a grand causal technique: "Defying Heaven to Alter Fate!"

This was a technique capable of changing his own destiny, turning his horoscope from gray to white to gamble for a sliver of life!

"Constant and Unchanging!"

The Immortal Fairy deployed her Immortal Fruit, fixing Left Historian Xian’s horoscope in place so that no matter what grand technique he performed, he could not alter his destiny.

The Immortal Fruit could not only keep the Immortal Fairy herself in her original state, but could do the same to others!

Left Historian Xian paled with horror, completely caught off guard by this move, unable to fathom that even Defying Heaven to Alter Fate would fail—was this the capability of the head of the Five Ancient Immortals?!

Hui Doudou stepped out from the ashes of the million spectral soldiers, her eyes icy cold, looking at Left Historian Xian as if he were already a corpse.

She gave a cold command in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Kneel before Little He."

Taking a step right before Left Historian Xian, she gripped the crown of his head and pressed down with force, shoving him straight from the sky down to the earth, forcing him to kneel before Qing He.

The Immortal Fairy drifted down from the air, greeting her with a cheerful smile: "Little He, long time no see."