Hell Emperor.

Chapter 269 Ren Changhong - Chemical
Under Ren Changhong's practice, a gentle attraction also came towards Ye Jie.

The attraction was not strong, and Ye Jie could get rid of the force by struggling hard, but that also meant that the operation of the Nether Spirit Divine Art had failed.

Ye Jie sighed softly. At this point, Youdie's injuries worried him even more. He would rather focus on how to help Youdie recover, and did not follow Ren Changhong's wish.

"You don't want to? Or... are you afraid?"

Seeing that Ye Jie did not move for a long time, Ren Changhong was slightly startled. He exhaled, ended his power, and asked.

"Youdie was injured because of me. I don't have the energy to transform into a ghost spirit magic weapon now."

Ye Jie shook his head. If he didn't cooperate in performing the Dark Spirit Divine Art, Ren Changhong wouldn't be able to perform it forcibly.

Hearing this, Ren Changhong fell silent for a long time before he said, "I care about Youdie as much as you do, but with our current situation, there is no way for us to recover. Didn't Su Miao say that after the competition in the Nether Spirit Hall is over, she will feed the Soul Calling Pill to Youdie, and then Youdie will be able to recover."

As he spoke, Ren Changhong raised the corner of his mouth and nudged Ye Jie with his elbow: "They say that when you worry, you become confused. I think you are a little bit like that. You look like you have never seen the world. A little problem makes you feel at a loss. This is not okay. It's useless to worry like this. You might as well put the problem aside and think of a solution for the next competition."

"That's what I said, but..." Ye Jie paused and didn't continue.

But he really has a way to help Youdie recover.

Ren Changhong didn't know about this, and thought that Ye Jie was unwilling to transform into a dark spirit weapon again because of his ridicule. He could only scratch his head and spoke slowly:
"In fact, at the beginning, I wanted to cooperate with you to perform the Nether Spirit Divine Art for another reason..."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Ye Jie was a little curious and asked further.

Ren Changhong looked at him and said seriously: "You have felt the power of the Nether Spirit Divine Art. You should know that in order to derive a high-grade Nether Spirit magical weapon, the relationship between the two people needs to be very close, and this is what I want..."

"That's true." Ye Jie frowned, "You want to become close to me? But why..."

Ye Jie didn't understand what Ren Changhong was trying to say. Judging from her previous sarcastic and contemptuous words, she had no intention of getting close to him at all. Besides, there was nothing about him that attracted her, so how could she have such an idea?
Ren Changhong coughed dryly. Even with her determination, she felt a little embarrassed: "You know, to practice the Xuannv Sutra, you need to find someone you are close to, just like me and my apprentice..."

Ye Jie finally understood now, and it took him a long time to catch his breath: "So, you want to kill me so that you can quickly master the Xuan Nu Sutra!"

"That's absolutely right." Ren Changhong snapped his fingers. "My original plan was to make our relationship closer. After this competition is over, I will kill you so that I can cultivate the Xuannv Sutra to a higher level. Even if you die, no one in the Demon Palace will care. It can be said that I can kill two birds with one stone and turn waste into treasure."

Ye Jie held his forehead helplessly. Now he understood why Ren Changhong took the initiative to stand in front of him when facing the ferocious Blood Shura. It turned out that this was her plan.

However, now that she could say this, Ye Jie's eyes changed: "Since you have revealed the truth in advance, the effect of practicing the Xuannv Sutra has been greatly reduced. Could it be that you have changed your mind?"

This time, Ren Changhong remained silent for a long time, until Ye Jie was a little confused, then he spoke:
"You're right. My previous experiences have made me reflect on my past actions. Perhaps family is more important than cultivation. It turns out that the feeling of being betrayed is not pleasant at all. No matter how high or low your cultivation level is, the feeling is the same."

Hearing this, Ye Jie stood in awe, and then listened to her continue: "In the many years in the Demon Luo Palace, I have always been very strong. I killed countless evil spirits, and then I became the Fengyun Ghost Messenger. I thought I saw through the world, and I thought my heart would not be shaken by external things. But when I learned that my disciple still loved me, my heart finally collapsed..."

At the end of her speech, she began to choke up. She was always cold and harsh, but she showed her fragile and helpless side in front of Ye Jie: "How could she be like this? I betrayed her a long time ago. So many years have passed. Every time she thinks of me, how painful is her heart..."

The continuous blows made Ren Changhong look tired. The memories of the past weighed on her heart, making her unable to get over it for a long time. Her body was trembling, like a willow swaying in the wind, which was heartbreaking.

Ye Jie raised his hand, seemed to be a little hesitant, and finally patted her shoulder: "If you want to make amends, it's not too late even if you become a ghost. You can still go back to her. Not only her, but also Li Fei'e. Your family is waiting for you."

Encouraged by Ye Jie, Ren Changhong took a deep breath and quickly regained his confidence. His confident look showed on his face: "You are right. How can I stop here? I still want to go back to my family. Even if the road ahead is full of difficulties and obstacles, I must do it!"

Seeing her look better and her courage, Ye Jie was happy for her and heard her say:

"I will win this competition, take the main tent of the Netherworld Palace, and then present the tent to His Highness Moruo, asking His Highness Moruo to grant me freedom! I cannot do this by myself, I need your help."

She looked at Ye Jie, with a bit of earnestness in her eyes: "Xura Jie, are you willing to put aside the past grudges and help me in the competition? Even if I planned to kill you before, even if I always find fault with you, can you still put aside the past grudges and transform into my Nether Spirit Magical Weapon? I won't be surprised if you say no."

Facing Ren Changhong who looked anxious, Ye Jie smiled faintly: "Since you said so, how can I refuse? In this case, use the Nether Spirit Divine Art on me and see how far we can go."

After getting Ye Jie's approval, Ren Changhong no longer had any worries in his heart. He stretched out his hand and clenched it, and uttered a clear and sweet cry: "Nether Spirit Divine Art!"

As she slowly practiced her skills, Ye Jie's body shattered and turned into countless points of light, which gathered towards the long sword in Ren Changhong's hand. Behind the hilt, it turned into a sword tassel that was as dark as the deep night.

As the sword tassel was completed, Ren Changhong felt the sword in his hand trembling violently, with a hint of immense power. If he listened carefully, he could even hear the faint roar of a dragon in the wind.

"Fifth-grade magical weapon, the Black Dragon Sword Tassel..."

Feeling the power of the magic weapon, Ren Changhong took a deep breath and his pupils shrank slightly.

Magical weapons belong to immortals. She has been a Shura for so many years, but all her belongings added up are only enough to exchange for a sixth-grade magical weapon, which is the Frost Sword in her hand. She didn't expect that Ye Jie could turn it into a fifth-grade magical weapon for her.

With the blessing of the Black Dragon Whisker Sword Tassel, the power of the Frost Sword has been increased by more than a level. Holding the hilt tightly in his hand, Ren Changhong is confident that he can exchange a few moves with the Blood River Shura even if he faces him again. This is the power of a fifth-grade magic weapon!

After finishing the exercise, Ye Jie's body returned to normal, and the relationship between the two also changed subtly. Looking at him, Ren Changhong was full of emotion, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them because of her temperament. "What's wrong? You look like you have something to say." Ye Jie raised his eyebrows.

"Xura Jie... I'm beginning to believe that you were really able to transform into a third-grade divine sword for others in the past." Ren Changhong said with emotion.

Ye Jie smiled but did not go into the topic any further. Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "The Black Dragon Whisker Sword Tassel is only a fifth-grade magical weapon. Compared with the Dark Spirit Magic Treasure in the hands of Fairy Miao Rou, it is undoubtedly much inferior. With this alone, I'm afraid we won't be able to win this competition."

"You are right... It is not easy to defeat the people of the Nether Palace by using the Nether Spirit Divine Art."

Ren Changhong sighed, and when she glanced at Ye Jie, her originally depressed and gloomy mood seemed to improve a lot. She smiled faintly and gave Ye Jie a reassuring look:

"Don't worry. Even if you fail in this competition, I will protect you in the Demon Palace. You will follow me from now on. If any Asura is blind and intends to bully you, tell me the name of that person and I will help you!"

Ye Jie shook his head helplessly. With six stitched pages on him, it was uncertain who would be with whom. He did not need Ren Changhong's protection, but he still remembered the kindness and said, "I'll be thankful if you don't bully me."

"Tsk, you care so much about the past, no wonder the Black Dragon Sword Tassel is only of the fifth grade." Ren Changhong snorted, rarely not refuting this point.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and a look of curiosity appeared on her face: "I remember that you have also learned the Nether Spirit Divine Art, and you and I are both ghosts. Logically speaking, I can turn you into a Nether Spirit magic weapon, so conversely, you can also turn me into a Nether Spirit magic weapon! If you are the one to perform the Nether Spirit Divine Art, will the magic weapon be of a higher grade?"

Ye Jie touched his chin, and all kinds of knowledge about the Nether Spirit Divine Art emerged in his mind. After some thought, he came up with the answer: "Probably not. The effect of the Nether Spirit Divine Art only depends on the relationship between the two people. The grade of the magic weapon will not become higher just because someone else performs it."

"Why are you saying so much? Come and try it!" Ren Changhong didn't care about that. She pulled Ye Jie and was determined to give it a try.

"Just try it."

Ye Jie couldn't persuade her, and he was also somewhat curious about what kind of magical weapon she could transform into, so he stopped hesitating and immediately used his internal energy to perform the Dark Spirit Divine Art.

Ren Changhong took a deep breath, and his figure turned into a vague and drifting light point and dissipated, then quickly reorganized behind Ye Jie.

When the light faded, a large cloak as pure as clouds and as white as snow appeared behind Ye Jie's shoulders. The cloak hung down from behind him, adding a sense of holiness and grandeur to him. Even if he did nothing, he could feel the impending storm and the aura of righteousness.

Ye Jie reached out his hand, stroked the delicate and soft shawl, and slowly said: "Fifth-grade magic weapon, with a long and powerful aura."

Just as Ye Jie expected, the Qi Guan Chang Hong Pendant was just a fifth-grade magical weapon, of the same grade as the Black Dragon Beard Sword Tassel.

A fifth-grade magic weapon is also quite rare in the mortal world, but it is much inferior when compared with those top-level magic weapons of the underworld.

Ye Jie was just about to try out the ability of the Qi Guan Chang Hong Pendant, but he saw the shawl turned into light spots and dissipated, and Ren Chang Hong took the initiative to unlock the Ming Ling Divine Jue.

"It's boring. I can only transform into a piece of armor. I thought that with my efforts, I could transform into a sword..." Ren Changhong shook his head and couldn't help complaining.

Ye Jie seemed to have thought of something, and said: "I remember that among the magic weapons incarnated by the Nether Spirit Divine Art, the sword is the most rare."

Ren Changhong nodded: "You are right. Transforming into a sword is different from transforming into other dark spirit magic weapons. There are extremely strict requirements for the relationship between the two."

After a pause, Ren Changhong glanced at Ye Jie and said, "If you want to transform into a sword, you need to find someone who can protect you from the wind and rain and cut through the thorns and brambles for you... Many Xuannv Sect ancestors never found such a person in their entire lives, so they could not transform into swords and could only use other dark spirit magic weapons."

Ye Jie nodded slightly, and then listened to her: "Speaking of which... Based on what I just said, you who are helpless and have no relatives in the Demon Palace should regard me as your savior. You actually didn't turn me into a sword, which is a bit strange..."

Hearing this, Ye Jie shrugged helplessly: "Transforming into a sword is not such a simple matter. No one will believe you just because you say it without any actual action."

Ren Changhong waved his hand. At this moment, Ye Jie seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, "Could it be that the second-grade divine weapon that just killed Xuehe Shura, the Dark Spirit Sword, was also transformed from the Dark Spirit Divine Art?"

Ren Changhong corrected him, "You're overthinking it. There is only one Mingling Sword, and it belongs to Mingling Palace Master, Mingji Patriarch. It is not the incarnation of Mingling Divine Art."

"I see……"

Seeing that Ye Jie seemed to be thinking about something, Ren Changhong said helplessly: "So, I can only be my apprentice's sword. She is the only one who can turn me into a sword. I don't know how long it will take for me to escape from the Demon Palace and return to her side... By the way, what about you? Is there anyone who can be your sword?"

"My sword?"

As if stumped by Ren Changhong's words, Ye Jie was slightly stunned.

"Yes, your sword." Ren Changhong nodded. "Every practitioner of the Dark Spirit Divine Art is looking for the person who can transform the Dark Spirit into a sword. If you cannot complete the transformation of the Dark Spirit into a sword, even entering the Dark Spirit Divine Art will be very difficult. Have you found the person who is willing to be bruised and battered for you, or even to die for you?"

As if stumped by Ren Changhong's words, Ye Jie fell into silence and did not answer for a long time.

In the past, Ye Jie would transform into other people's magical weapons like the underworld spirits. Although he has learned the underworld spirit magic now, it is not easy to find the person who transformed into a sword. Ye Jie has never even considered this problem.

"Probably... no, right?" Ye Jie said uncertainly.

(End of this chapter)