Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

night!
"Eek!"

From the bed came Biyao's coquettish voice.

Biyao was in a state between sleep and wakefulness, and with her eyes closed, she subconsciously touched the side next to her.

Not finding the person next to her, her heart tightened immediately, and she instantly opened her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Xiaofan was nowhere to be seen. His gaze was fixed on the room, where a sacred scene was reflected in his eyes.

On the table, Zhang Xiaofan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Surrounded by azure, golden, and purple light, and within the three-colored light of azure, gold, and purple, mysterious golden runes slowly rotated.

A sacred and ethereal aura emanated from Zhang Xiaofan.

However, within this sacred and ethereal aura, there was a hint of demonic power.

The Way and the Demon are intertwined, inseparable.

Enlightenment?

As Biyao looked at Zhang Xiaofan in front of her, this thought flashed through her mind.

The scene before him was exactly the same as when Zhang Xiaofan first saw the Heavenly Book Outline in the Dripping Blood Cave.

At that time, Zhang Xiaofan saw the first volume of the Heavenly Book's General Outline for the first time, and he fell into enlightenment on his first cultivation.

The scene of enlightenment he experienced then was exactly the same as the scene of Zhang Xiaofan before my eyes.

The only difference was that Zhang Xiaofan's aura was far stronger than before. His aura was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Biyao was certain that Zhang Xiaofan was now a match even for her own father, the Ghost King.

However, Zhang Xiaofan also told her that when the Fulong Cauldron absorbed the spiritual power of the four ancient spirits, the Asura power would descend upon the day the Four Spirits Blood Array was completed.

Her father, the Ghost King, possessed terrifying power, so much so that even Zhang Xiaofan wasn't sure he could be his match.

However, Zhang Xiaofan had also told her that when the power of Asura descends, her father, the Ghost King, will transform into the Asura Ghost King. At that time, he will become bloodthirsty, with only ambition and slaughter in his eyes.

At that time, even her only daughter will surely be abandoned under the influence of the Asura's power.

Asura, Asura, bloodthirsty by nature, only knows how to kill!
Therefore, she tried to persuade her father several times to give up the power of Asura, but her father was obsessed with his ambition and never gave up.

Ugh!
Biyao sighed. Although she had already cultivated to the Shangqing realm, she was considered a highly accomplished person in the cultivation world.

However, compared to the Asura Ghost King and her husband Zhang Xiaofan, her strength seemed too weak.

Therefore, she looked at her father, who was about to transform into a demon king. She wanted to save him, but she couldn't.

"Yao'er, you're awake!"

A gentle voice roused Biyao from her reverie.

Biyao came to her senses and found that Zhang Xiaofan had finished his cultivation and was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her with concern.

Biyao looked at Zhang Xiaofan, then hugged him tightly and whispered:

"I was feeling around in my sleep just now, but I couldn't find you. I thought you had left again."

"I'm afraid you're all I have left. Please don't leave me, or I don't know how I'll survive."

Her voice was beautiful, yet it conveyed a deep sense of loneliness and helplessness.

Zhang Xiaofan gently patted Biyao's fair and smooth back, comforting her:
"Don't worry, I'll always be with you."

Zhang Xiaofan knew what Biyao was afraid of: her father would die during the attack on Qingyun Sect after obtaining the power of Asura.

She might even die at the hands of her husband.

On one side is her father, and on the other is her husband.

When Biyao was a child, her mother cut off a piece of her own flesh to save her life, which left a deep scar on her heart.

Now, her father is about to die at the hands of her husband, or her husband is about to die at the hands of her father, causing her immense torment.

Because Biyao knew that her husband, Zhang Xiaofan, considered Qingyun Sect his home, because it was where he felt like a father and mother. When his father attacked and Qingyun Sect was destroyed, and his mother was in mortal danger, Zhang Xiaofan would definitely come to his aid.

At that time, the two people she cared about most would fight to the death, with no other choice. Even knowing this outcome, Biyao never begged Zhang Xiaofan to give up going to Qingyun Sect, to give up going to Qingyun Sect to save the person who was both her father and mother, and to fight against her father.

Because she loves Zhang Xiaofan, she doesn't want him to abandon the person who is both his father and mother to her for her sake. That would be far too selfish.

Biyao leaned against Zhang Xiaofan's chest, and tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about these things, wetting Zhang Xiaofan's chest.

Zhang Xiaofan reached out and wiped away the tears from Biyao's eyes, then gently pinched her chin and straightened it, saying:
"Yao'er, I know you're worried, don't be afraid!"

"Don't worry, neither your father nor I will die."

"Really?" Biyao looked at Zhang Xiaofan with anticipation, her sad expression instantly brightening with joy.

But after only two breaths of joy, Biyao gritted her teeth, forcing back tears, and said:

"Xiao Fan, I know that after Father transformed into the Asura Ghost King, his strength became incredibly powerful. Even you are not so easy to deal with."

"When that time came, for your safety, you...you killed him..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Biyao's eyes turned red, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her whole body seemed to have lost all strength, collapsing limply in Zhang Xiaofan's arms.

Looking at Biyao, who was limp and powerless in his arms, Zhang Xiaofan knew how much pain Biyao had been in when she said those words.

He also knew how much Biyao, who had suffered loneliness since childhood, longed for and cherished the Ghost King's fatherly love.

However, even though Biyao cherished the Ghost King so much, when she thought about the bloody battle between herself and the Ghost King in the future, in which one of them would die, she painfully chose to kill the Ghost King herself.

Biyao's love for him was incredibly precious.

Therefore, he certainly wouldn't let Biyao down. He would find a way to kill the Asura Ghost King and allow the real Ghost King to live in the near future.

This is a difficult problem.

Becoming an immortal is the only way; everything becomes incredibly simple.

"Xiaofan!"

Suddenly, Biyao's soft yet affectionate voice rang out.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Biyao, staring into her serene and beautiful eyes.

Thinking of her future father's death, Biyao stared pitifully at Zhang Xiaofan, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She bit her red lips with her alluring teeth and whispered:
"love me!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Xiaofan responded and waved his hand, turning off the lights...

The sorrowful yet melodious and joyful songs rose and fell in the night, melodious and pleasing to the ear...

In the kitchen of the adjacent courtyard, the three-tailed fox spirit was preparing a midnight snack for Zhang Xiaofan and Biyao, who hadn't eaten all day.

Suddenly, the Three-Tails heard a sound, its delicate body trembled, and its eyes filled with longing...

The next moment, he gritted his teeth and continued making the late-night snack.

An hour later!

Zhang Xiaofan helped Biyao out of the room and out of his courtyard, into the courtyard of Xiao Liu and Sanwei.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofan entered the courtyard, he sensed that something was wrong.

He saw that Xiao Liu was sitting with his head down next to the stone table.

Sanwei looked unwell and sat far away from Xiao Liu.

You know, in the past, the Three-Tailed Fox was always inseparable from the Six-Tailed Fox.

Today is rather strange.

When Sanwei saw Zhang Xiaofan arrive, her pretty face lit up with joy. She looked up at Zhang Xiaofan and met his sharp yet sinister eyes.

Thinking of what Xiao Liu had said yesterday, Sanwei's heart pounded wildly, and her eyes darted away as she said:
"Young Master Zhang, Biyao, you've been working hard for a day and a night. Come and sit down to eat."

(End of this chapter)