Hell Emperor.

Chapter 257 Ren Changhong - Borrowing a Butterfly
Above the sky, the body of the demon dragon flew farther and farther away, and in a blink of an eye, only a small black dot was left, completely disappearing from everyone's sight.

Seeing the Chi Demon King fleeing in panic like a stray dog, without even taking the severed dragon tail with him, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if the huge stone in their hearts had finally fallen.

After the crisis was resolved, Li Fei'e dispersed the Dark Spirit Divine Art, and the Dark Spirit magic weapon on her body returned to its original state. Youdie and Nanlinghe also appeared beside her.

"Great... We are finally safe." Nan Linghe let out a long sigh, a look of fatigue appearing on her pretty face.

Li Fei'e put his hands on his hips, looking unyielding: "I have already severely injured the demon dragon and even cut off its tail. If I chase it, I might be able to kill it here. Master, why are you stopping me?"

Just now, when Li Fei'e was in the middle of a fierce battle and was planning to take advantage of Meng Junyao's pursuit to kill the demon dragon, the White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword controlled by her master blocked her way and stopped her pursuit.

Li Fei'e was quite puzzled by her master's action. She was obviously just one step away from killing the dragon, so why did her master stop her?
Seeing Li Fei'e's confusion, Shen Qingge spoke slowly: "Don't chase a desperate enemy. Although you have the magic sword in your hand, the realm of the demon dragon is far superior to yours. If you push it into a corner and make it fight to the death, the result is hard to predict."

After a pause, Shen Qingge continued, "What's more, you have been performing the Nether Spirit Divine Art for a long time. Both Youdie and Sister He have already reached their limits. If they continue, they may suffer irreparable collapse. Are you going to disregard the safety of your family just for the sake of momentary pleasure?"

Hearing this, Li Fei'e was startled. He looked carefully and saw that Nan Linghe was haggard and listless, and the purple light on Youdie's body also dimmed. The butterfly's wings were closed, unwilling to move. Only then did he realize that what his master said was true.

Their souls have reached their limits.

Seeing that his momentary impulse almost caused irreversible consequences, Li Fei'e looked depressed, lowered his head, and apologized to Nan Linghe in a trembling voice: "Sister He, I didn't mean it... I'm sorry, I forgot the price of the Mingling Divine Art..."

Nan Linghe held her hand and forced a smile: "It's okay, look, I'm fine now, right? I'm just a little tired..."

At the end of her speech, Nan Linghe's eyelids were trembling, and she was completely exhausted. She fell to the side helplessly. Fortunately, Shen Qingge was quick-witted and used the Liufeng Huixue step. Her body was as nimble as the breeze. She reached out and hugged Nan Linghe, thus preventing her from falling to the ground.

"Huh, huh..."

At this time, everyone heard a soft snoring sound. Looking closely, they saw that Nan Linghe had closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

Nan Linghe was sleeping peacefully. Seeing her lazy expression, as if she had fallen into a carefree dream, everyone couldn't bear to wake her up, and their movements became cautious. Shen Qingge lowered her voice and reminded: "Sister He is very tired, let's send her back to the Qionglou Painting Scroll to rest."

Hua Xiaomei nodded, picked up Nan Linghe, her body turned into a stream of light, and returned to the scroll of Qionglou with Nan Linghe.

Only after she could no longer see Nan Linghe did Li Fei'e dare to speak loudly. She looked at her master with a hint of curiosity in her bright eyes: "Master, did I hear wrong just now? You didn't call Nan Linghe Miss He, but Sister He..."

Shen Qingge raised his cold eyes and glanced at her inconspicuously: "Do you have any opinions?"

Li Fei'e was filled with joy and said excitedly, "Why would I have any objection? I am so happy! All along, Master has been isolated from the family, and other family members have been very respectful to Master and dare not overstep the line. Now that he is called Sister He, it also means that the relationship has taken a step forward, which is of course something worth celebrating!"

Shen Qingge's cold and aloof temperament made it difficult for her to get along with other family members, and she always kept aloof from them. The more respectful other family members were to her, the more distant they seemed, and the less intimate they were. Being respectful and reserved to strangers, and being friendly and relaxed to family members, were two completely different feelings.

Now, when the knot in her heart has been resolved, Shen Qingge's heart has felt a bit more silent warmth, which is reflected in the fact that the ice and snow that shrouded her heart have melted away, and she has become closer to other family members.

On the side, after finishing the Nether Spirit Divine Art, Ren Changhong returned to her original state. She looked at her hands and said with emotion: "I never thought that I could transform into a fourth-grade magic weapon..."

Seeing Shen Qingge looking over, Ren Changhong sighed, "Xiao Qingge, for so many years, I have always hated you and never forgot it. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. The moment I let go of my hatred, those obsessions that I held on to in the past became a close bond between us, turning me into your fourth-grade magic weapon..."

Shen Qingge was touched. Her master had always been thinking about her, so how could she not miss him? She had never mentioned that feeling to anyone, but kept all the pain and entanglement deep in her heart, bearing it alone.

Shen Qingge walked forward slowly, and carefully stared at Ren Changhong, who was now in the form of Shura. He wanted to see his master's face again, but he only saw the hideous and terrifying Shura mask. He couldn't help but persuade him:

"Master, please leave the Demon Palace. You are the true descendant of Xuannv. The ancestors of Xuannv will definitely welcome your return. I miss you too..."

Ren Changhong was moved by her, but he laughed bitterly: "Xiao Qingge, you don't know the situation of the Demon Palace. It is easy to join the Demon Palace, but it is impossible to withdraw. The defecting Shuras never have a good ending. If I insist on leaving and anger the Demon Palace Master, even the ancestors of all generations will not be able to protect me."

Shen Qingge bit her lip silently, speechless. The Demon Palace was the first palace in the underworld, and there was a Moruo who had reached the ninth level sitting in charge. The danger and murderous intent were self-evident. She said with emotion: "Master, you must have suffered a lot in the Demon Palace for so many years..."

Ren Changhong smiled carefreely: "It's not that I suffered, but rather, the cold and austere atmosphere there is more helpful for the practice of Xuannv Sutra. Not long ago, I won the title of Ghost Messenger of the Year, which can be said to be the number one person under the Ghost Immortal. You don't have to worry about me, I am living well in the Demon Palace and have no plans to leave."

Seeing that Ren Changhong had made his own decision, Shen Qingge sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.

"By the way... is she your apprentice? Her talent is extraordinary."

After some casual chat, Ren Changhong also turned his attention to Li Fei'e next to him.

The scene of Li Fei'e riding a dragon to heaven was still vivid in people's minds. Looking at her, even the discerning Ren Changhong could not find any fault with her at all. To be able to have such accomplishments at such a young age, she had already far surpassed herself at the same age.

Shen Qingge took the opportunity to call Li Fei'e over and introduced her: "She is Li Fei'e. E'er, call her Master Ren." "Master Ren!"

Li Fei'e addressed him respectfully. She remembered that not long ago the former master came with a threatening attitude, as if he was going to kill her master. So she put away her usual playfulness and mischief, and looked serious, determined to bring honor to her master.

Ren Changhong looked at Li Fei'e carefully, his eyes lingering for a moment on the purple butterfly on her shoulder, and nodded with satisfaction: "From now on, I will call you Little Fei'e. Little Fei'e, what is that on your shoulder? Let me have a look..."

Sensing the curiosity and barely perceptible desire in Ren Changhong's words, Li Fei'e subconsciously took a step back, reached out to cover the purple butterfly on his shoulder, and looked to his master for help.

Seeing his master nod to him, Li Fei'e puffed his lips, then held the purple butterfly with both hands and handed it to Ren Changhong:

"She is the Phantom Butterfly, my companion spirit butterfly. She is connected to my mind and, under the influence of the Nether Spirit Divine Art, can transform into my Purple Lightning Blue Frost Sword."

After taking the purple butterfly, Ren Changhong's eyes lit up. She carefully stretched out two fingers and gently stroked the soft and thin butterfly wings, as if she was appreciating precious porcelain.

"Under the influence of the Nether Spirit Divine Art, she can actually transform into a third-grade divine weapon? This is really..." Ren Changhong exclaimed repeatedly, and then said, "I have an unwelcome request, but I don't know if I should say it or not?"

Li Fei'e curled her lips, as if she had guessed what was coming next, and said with an embarrassed look: "Since it's an unreasonable request, let's not talk about it..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingge tapped his head gently. Li Fei'e groaned and pouted, "Master... why did you tap my head?"

Shen Qingge looked helpless: "You haven't listened to the master's words yet, why are you rejecting people from a thousand miles away?"

Li Fei'e had no choice but to change his words: "Okay, Master, what do you want to say?"

Ren Changhong took a deep breath and said seriously, "To make a long story short, I have an appointment with someone from the Netherworld Palace to compete in the Netherworld Divine Art in a few days, but we don't have a suitable person to transform into a being, so it's difficult to demonstrate the power of the Netherworld Divine Art."

Shen Qingge raised her eyebrows: "In the Nether Spirit Palace, there are many Xuannv Sect ancestors sitting in charge. It is not easy to defeat them in the Nether Spirit Divine Art."

Ren Changhong looked around, his expression gradually becoming impatient:
"My original plan was to perform the Nether Spirit Divine Art with another Shura and have him cooperate with me, but that Shura turned out to be useless and hid away when he encountered danger. Now he has even disappeared and I don't know where he ran off to. It's really disappointing. I heard that he could transform into a third-grade divine sword before, but now it seems that it's probably a lie."

At the end, Ren Changhong felt a little embarrassed. She had just reconciled with her disciple, and now she was asking for precious things from her disciple. Even with her self-control, she couldn't hold back:
"This Ghost Butterfly is Little Moth's companion butterfly, so there is always a connection between me and her. I saw with my own eyes that Ghost Butterfly transformed into a third-grade divine sword. If I had her, maybe I could win this competition... Little Moth, can you lend me Ghost Butterfly? After three days, when the competition is over, I will return her to you."

After listening to Ren Changhong's request, Li Fei'e lowered his head, looking lost, and did not say a word for a long time.

Shen Qingge noticed her strangeness and explained for her: "Master, you don't know that Youdie has been with E'er since she was a child. For so many years, they have never been apart for a single day. Wherever E'er goes, Youdie goes there. Her relationship with Youdie may be even closer than with me, her master. I'm afraid there is no way to lend Youdie to others..."

Ren Changhong also saw Li Fei'e's difficulty and changed his words: "It seems that I was abrupt. Never mind, I just said it casually. Let's think of other ways."

Seeing that Ren Changhong did not pester her and gave up freely, Shen Qingge breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, she heard Li Fei'e take the initiative to speak: "No, Master Ren, if you need Youdie, then take her away... Just be careful not to hurt her..."

At the end, Li Fei'e's voice was extremely weak, so soft that no one could hear it. Obviously, it took her a lot of courage to say these words.

Shen Qingge was slightly surprised: "E'er, are you really willing to do this? I remember that no matter where you went, you took Youdie with you. Even when Master Yaoyin prepared a marrow nourishing medicinal bath for you, you took Youdie with you and never separated from her. Are you really used to being separated from Youdie?"

Li Fei'e looked reluctant, but still managed a smile: "I can't bear to be separated from Youdie, but I don't want to see the relationship between Master and Grandmaster, which has finally eased, become estranged again... Master is willing to sacrifice his life to protect me and let me take out Youdie, why should I be reluctant?"

"Moth..."

Hearing Li Fei'e's sincere and sensible words, even Shen Qingge's cold face couldn't help but be moved.

Given Li Fei'e's personality, she would definitely not be willing to lend out Youdie, but in order to ease the relationship between her master and her great-grandmaster, she was willing to lend out Youdie without any complaints.

After a while, Shen Qingge said with emotion: "E'er, before, I always thought that with your naughty personality, it would be difficult for you to make any achievements in cultivation and you would waste your time. Now it seems that you, who have that naughty heart, know as much as anyone else."

Hearing the relief in the words, Li Fei'e smiled faintly. Now, she finally understood why Ye Jie and Xia Wei would do anything for their family. What they could do, she, Li Fei'e, could do too!
After taking the Youdie, Ren Changhong imitated Li Fei'e and let the Youdie land on his shoulder.

Seeing Youdie's weak and gloomy appearance, Li Fei'e couldn't help but feel distressed and reminded her: "Be careful, she just transformed into a third-grade divine sword for me, and the burden on her soul may have reached its limit. It's best not to use her to transform into a dark spirit magic weapon for more than half a cup of tea..."

Ren Changhong assured: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Youdie and won't let anything happen to her!"

At the side, Meng Junyao raised his dragon head, with a hint of fear still lingering in his dragon pupils: "The Chi Demon King is still alive, will it come back?
Li Fei'e heard Meng Junyao's worry, reached out and stroked the white dragon scales, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as the family is together, we are not afraid even if the Chi Demon King comes back. We can drive it away once, and we can drive it away a second time. If it dares to come back, I will definitely chop it in half!"

(End of this chapter)