Chapter 708: Lingyin's Arrangement

Consort Yunxia struggled to push him away, saying urgently, "Jiang Fan, don't do this. I don't want to give myself to you as the Demon Emperor's consort. Next life, I'll be yours next life, okay?"

However, when Jiang Fan activated the Nine Phoenixes' Way Hairpin, he had already exhausted his spiritual power. His will was no longer as firm as before. He pressed down on her tightly, kissing her forehead, cheeks, and ears. Consort Yunxia trembled uncontrollably as if struck by lightning, and her hands, pushing Jiang Fan, grew soft and powerless.

Seeing that the two were inevitably about to make a mistake, two streams of clear tears slid from her eyes as she cried, "Priest Lingyin, why are you doing this? This will make Jiang Fan bear the stigma of taking another man's wife."

What startled her was that Priest Lingyin's ethereal, dreamlike voice suddenly echoed in her mind. "I need Jiang Fan to live for now. I don't want you to kill him."

Consort Yunxia was astonished. She looked around, but there was no sign of Lingyin anywhere. Yet, her voice reached directly into her mind. "You, you're being unreasonable! How do you know for sure that I'll be the one to kill Jiang Fan? Anyone could! Are you suggesting you'll inflict this shameless power on everyone in the demon race?"

She tried to transmit her thoughts through her mind. Lingyin's calm, dreamlike voice came again. "The Demon Emperor cannot tolerate his consort being intimate with other men. And you are the one who has had the deepest contact with Jiang Fan. It's that simple."

Consort Yunxia opened her mouth but was speechless. She knew clearly in her heart that, in truth, the Firmament Demon Emperor had long harbored suspicions about Jiang Fan and her. After all, Consort Yunxia had been captured by Jiang Fan for so long. What man wouldn't hold a grudge? Therefore, even without today's events, the Firmament Demon Emperor would still have Consort Yunxia personally slay Jiang Fan. Only then could he dispel the suspicions in his heart. Priest Lingyin saw through everything. That's why she sent a Soul Nurturing Pill, and the current situation confirmed her predictions.

At this moment, Jiang Fan became even more unrestrained on top of her. Consort Yunxia struggled to resist, saying indignantly, "But, but you don't need to use this method to stop me from killing him, do you? You could injure me, or even let me die. Why must Jiang Fan bear a bad reputation?"

Priest Lingyin said calmly, "If the Firmament Demon Emperor knew you were intimate with Jiang Fan, what would happen to your clan?"

Consort Yunxia's pupils contracted. The outcome was self-evident: the Firmament Demon Emperor would, in a rage, slaughter the entire Silver Fox clan. Not a single soul would be left.

"Lingyin, you're shameless!" She had never imagined that Priest Lingyin sending the Soul Nurturing Pill was actually part of such a scheme. Today's events would become leverage against her and the entire Silver Fox clan. If she defied Priest Lingyin's orders, the cost would be the demise of her entire clan.

Priest Lingyin said calmly, "I only need you to keep Jiang Fan alive. I'm not interested in other matters."

Just then, Consort Yunxia's expression suddenly changed. Jiang Fan's hand reached towards her bosom. Startled, she quickly pressed down on Jiang Fan's hand and cried out, "Lingyin! Quickly, stop all of this! Don't let Jiang Fan and I make a mistake! Even if nothing happens between Jiang Fan and me, I will protect him with my life. There's no need for extra measures."

Priest Lingyin's ethereal voice gradually faded from her mind: "I still find leverage more convincing. Furthermore, I advise you to yield to Jiang Fan; your Nascent Soul essence blood can repair his Golden Core. Relax and enjoy. The Firmament Demon Emperor is very busy right now and won't disturb you."

The last word was distant and faint, as if she were already far away. Consort Yunxia, however, was stunned. The drop of Nascent Soul essence blood within her could restore Jiang Fan's damaged Golden Core?

Gazing at Jiang Fan's face, so close to her, and remembering his heartbroken expression the moment his cultivation was crippled, her heart ached for him. "In your eyes, martial arts are more important than life itself, aren't they?" Consort Yunxia whispered softly. All her resistance vanished at that moment. What did being a married woman matter? What did fidelity mean? If Jiang Fan could recover and be happy, what did it matter if she carried a lifetime of guilt?

Gazing into Jiang Fan's eyes, she gave a bitter, helpless, yet shy smile: "My little nemesis. In the end, I still couldn't escape your grasp."

From tying her up, to searching her, then accidentally discovering her bathing, and finally sleeping in the same bed with her all night—each incident had pushed her closer to her breaking point. She had once suspected that Jiang Fan was her bane in this life. Now, there was no doubt. Jiang Fan was indeed her nemesis, and he had her completely cornered! Even the bottom line of fidelity, which she had thought impossible to abandon, she was now willing to let go for him.

She slowly released her jade hands, which had been pressed against her chest, letting Jiang Fan's rough hands explore deep within. The pure white silk bodice rippled with uneven waves. Beneath the soft, taut fabric, Jiang Fan's five fingers, like rolling flood dragons, pressed against her. They were like wild beasts unleashed, conquering her wantonly and powerfully. Feeling the frenzy in his embrace, Consort Yunxia was overwhelmed with shame. Her clouded consciousness completely vanquished her sobriety.

"Jiang Fan..." With a soft murmur, she proactively extended her snow-white arms and wrapped them around Jiang Fan's neck.

Meanwhile, the Firmament Demon Emperor, locked in fierce combat, felt a stirring within him. He uneasily glanced behind him. His chest felt vaguely uncomfortable, a suffocating unease. This gave him a bad premonition. Could something have gone wrong with Consort Yunxia's slaying of Jiang Fan? Thinking of this, he stopped fighting and said, "Stop! There's no point in us continuing to fight. Why don't we go and see what's happening first? If Jiang Fan is dead, our endless battle would be meaningless. If he's still alive, it won't be too late to fight over him."

The Pavilion Master of Heavenly Secrets nodded slightly. "Alright."

The Firmament Demon Emperor breathed a sigh of relief and turned to rush back. His bad premonition grew stronger. He had a vague feeling that something very bad might be happening and had to hurry back to confirm.

Just as he turned, two bolts of lightning shot straight towards him. The Firmament Demon Emperor decisively turned, punching out with both fists to disperse them, and said angrily, "What is the meaning of this?"

Lightning crackled in the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master's eyes. A faint smile played on his face. "Your urgency shows that things are beyond your control. That means Jiang Fan is safe right now. Therefore, I cannot let you go."

The Firmament Demon Emperor roared, "Yun Tianzhou! Don't provoke me!"

The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master's gaze slightly cooled, and the faint smile vanished from his face. It was replaced by a hint of indifference. "Angry already? When you used the lives of my human race to suppress the Priest lineage and weaken the various demon clans, why didn't you consider the feelings of humans? Now, I merely obstruct you a little, and you're furious? Today, the more anxious you are, the less I will let you leave!"

*Crackle*— Two terrifying bolts of lightning shot from his eyes again.

The Firmament Demon Emperor was consumed by rage and anxiety but had no choice but to engage in battle. The person before him was the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master, the one who controlled half the continent, not some Golden Core junior he could easily manipulate. A single misstep could lead to his demise right here.

Meanwhile, the source of his intense unease, on the turbulent, undulating sea, Consort Yunxia had been stripped until only a half-covered silver bandeau remained. A delicate moon-white lotus flower was embroidered on it, and with the rise and fall of her chest, the lotus flower seemed to sway in the wind.