Chapter 2599: Suppression

"I'm always thinking about you," Zu An admitted frankly, holding her soft body even tighter.

"You really are a scoundrel!" Pei Mianman exclaimed, immediately struggling and feigning anger.

Zu An did not loosen his grip, still holding her tightly.

Sensing his low spirits, Pei Mianman stopped struggling. She said softly, "I heard you went looking for Chang'e and the Wushan Goddess on this trip. Did you not find them?"

"No..." Zu An finally loosened his embrace slightly, took her hand, led her to a table, and roughly recounted what he had seen and heard over the past few days.

"I can't believe you two were separated for tens of thousands of years," Pei Mianman murmured, lost in thought. She then suddenly asked, "Does that Wushan Goddess really look exactly like me?"

Zu An gazed at her beautiful face. "Although you look exactly alike, your personalities are completely opposite."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You don't need to say things like that just to flatter me," Pei Mianman scoffed.

"I wasn't lying," Zu An said, stroking her hand. "The Wushan Goddess's temperament is indeed the complete opposite of yours. You are charming and passionate, while she is aloof and ethereal. If you didn't look exactly alike, I would truly find it hard to believe she's your past life."

"Aloof and ethereal?" Pei Mianman sounded a little dejected. "It seems you really prefer someone like Chu Yan."

Zu An couldn't help but laugh. "How can you be jealous of yourself?"

"What do you mean, 'myself'? She's her, I'm me; we're not the same person," Pei Mianman pouted. Anyone who's been imprisoned for a while, finally rescued, only to find their lover had a romance with another woman—and that woman might even be her own past self—would find it impossible to express their frustration, feeling an indescribable strangeness in their heart.

"You two are indeed different, and I've never treated her as you, nor would I ever treat you as her." Zu An found it amusing that two people who looked identical could have such contrasting personalities.

Hearing him say that, Pei Mianman felt a little better. Then, realizing her lover was in low spirits while she was being petulant, she felt a pang of apology. "I heard them talking about the Wushan Goddess," she said. "She truly is a woman you'd never forget once you've seen her."

Zu An's expression was odd. "There's a high chance you're just praising yourself."

"I'm so beautiful, and she looks just like me, so shouldn't I be praised?" Pei Mianman scoffed playfully, a hint of laughter in her eyes. She hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. "Tell me your story with her."

Feeling the strong pressure on his arm, Zu An mused that it was indeed quite different from Yaoji's style. "Haven't they already told you?"

"What they said isn't as convincing as hearing it from you, the one who experienced it directly. They must have left out a lot of important details," Pei Mianman said, tilting her face up. Her expressive, peach-blossom eyes were truly captivating.

Zu An then recounted all the details of their time together. After listening, Pei Mianman was greatly surprised. "You two actually didn't sleep together?"

Zu An's face darkened. "Is that the main point?"

"Of course it is! That's not like you at all," Pei Mianman said, her expression a little mischievous. "I can't believe you'd actually go for such a pure, platonic romance."

Zu An turned his head away, not wanting to engage with her.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry with me," Pei Mianman coaxed, shaking his arm playfully. "Don't you want to reunite with that goddess? What's so hard about that?"

Zu An was startled. "You have a way?"

He knew that countless ages separated him from Yaoji, and despite all his abilities, he hadn't found a solution after thinking for so long. Had she recently had some kind of extraordinary encounter?

"Brother Zu, we parted long ago, but today we finally meet again." Pei Mianman's usual flirtatious demeanor vanished, her back straightened, and her face was filled with an ethereal, transcendent aura.

Zu An was speechless.

Although he clearly knew Pei Mianman was just role-playing, he had to admit that her demeanor at that moment was almost identical to the Wushan Goddess.

He couldn't help but be a little dazed. "How did you manage to imitate her so perfectly?"

"What do you mean, Brother Zu? I've always been like this. Now that we've reunited, why don't we 'go to Wushan' and relive our past dreams?" the "Wushan Goddess" continued, speaking in that cool, aloof tone.

This time, Zu An couldn't hold back his laughter, which made Pei Mianman drop her act. "Why are you making that face?" she asked.

Only then did Zu An explain the other meaning of "going to Wushan." Pei Mianman's face instantly flushed crimson. "How could your hometown have such vulgar sayings? That's just too embarrassing!"

Thinking about how she had just pretended to be aloof while saying something so bold, she wished she could sink into the ground.

Zu An pulled her into his embrace. "You've really put on a convincing act. Have you met her or gained any new memories?"

Pei Mianman rolled her eyes. "Chu Yan and I are best friends, you know. I can't speak for other things, but how could I not know how to imitate an ethereal, aloof beauty like that? And her master, Master Yan, has the same temperament. It would be hard *not* to learn."

Hearing her mention the master and disciple, a trace of tenderness entered Zu An's expression.

Just then, Xie Daoyun knocked on the door from outside. "Although I really don't want to disturb your reunion, there are some matters I need to discuss with Brother Zu."

Pei Mianman gently pushed her lover away, tidied her clothes, making sure nothing was amiss, and quickly said, "No need to be so polite, please come in."

Soon, Xie Daoyun, dressed in a miko outfit, walked in. Her gaze swept over the two of them before she spoke to Zu An: "Brother Zu, preparations to seal the Lord of Slaughter are almost complete. I think it would be better if you participated, as it would create a greater deterrent effect on the demons."

"Alright!" Zu An knew that the demons weren't so willing to retreat, and perhaps some still harbored illusions of success during these ten days.

So he followed Xie Daoyun to the sealing grounds, where various races from across the world had already prepared a grand ceremony.

To achieve a more striking effect, Zu An deliberately released the Lord of Slaughter, even undoing the restrictions on him.

The moment the Lord of Slaughter was freed, he roared furiously, "How did I get here? Are you seeking death?!"

Seeing the "ants" he once disdained now surrounding him, the Lord of Slaughter felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness. He seemed to have forgotten something, something very important, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall it.

Zu An had to admire Emperor Yao's methods. Although the other party erased the Lord of Slaughter's memory to prevent his own unsavory deeds from being exposed, it saved Zu An a lot of trouble.

Feeling the Lord of Slaughter's roar, even the most loyal and valiant warriors of the demon race present trembled in fear under that immense oppressive power.

The Lord of Slaughter felt that everything was too strange. Suppressing his inner craving for bloodshed, his massive form shot up into the sky. He intended to leave this place first.

However, a giant golden handprint suddenly appeared in the sky and pressed down. The Lord of Slaughter roared repeatedly, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the golden handprint.

When he was pressed into the ground by the large handprint, creating a massive crater, he still tried to stand up, but several large mountains had already appeared on his back.

The Lord of Slaughter held nothing back now, unleashing all the ultimate techniques he had ever learned. The mountains on his back continuously undulated, as if he might break free at any moment.

Xie Daoyun, who had been prepared, flew into the air and began to activate the pre-arranged formation. Array patterns shone brightly on each of the mountains. The earthquake-like tremors gradually subsided, and when the last array pattern was complete, the mountains became completely still. It was clear that the Lord of Slaughter had been entirely suppressed.

The entire demon race erupted in a massive cheer, praising the renown of Yumen Beiqing. After all, in the eyes of most people, it was their Saintess, Yumen Beiqing, who had sealed the terrifying Lord of Slaughter.

Meanwhile, the many powerful demons secretly observing all of this completely lost heart. They, of course, knew that the formidable one was not the woman, but the man behind her.

Even if the Lord of Slaughter wasn't at his peak just now, he was very close to it, yet he was still suppressed so easily. What was the point of them fighting?

The remaining hardliners all gave up, opened teleportation formations, and scrambled to leave this terrifying world.