Chasing after her husband? Is it even possible to win him back?

"My junior brother also informed my junior sister and me about this earlier." Senior brother Mo Xun looked at Ao Ning. "The sect leader also learned of this news. If the Dragon Clan needs it, White Emperor City can send the flying shuttle to the Wild Marsh Wetland in as little as two days."

Ao Ning smiled and shook his head at Mo Xun, "I thank the White Emperor for his kindness on behalf of my mother, but this is ultimately a matter for the demon race. As the royal family of the demon race, the dragon race cannot, like Dang Kang, rely on outsiders."

"You've already come to this point, and you still don't want to use outsiders..." The woman with long, bright red hair frowned, looking at Ao Ning with an aggressive tone, "If Kang Zhen really usurps the throne, war will break out..."

“So he will definitely not succeed.” Ao Ning smiled gently, full of confidence. “With Kang’s side making preparations in full swing, my Dragon Clan naturally cannot sit idly by and wait to be defeated. However, Elder Xu, and all the esteemed disciples of White Emperor City…”

Ao Ning's smile gradually turned sly. "Although the Dragon Clan cannot directly borrow the power of White Emperor City, aren't Chu Xunfeng's senior brothers and sisters, including Master, all guests of my Demon Clan?"

Mo Xun also laughed. The young man in the black robe turned to look at his second junior sister, who had red eyes and red hair, and asked, "Junior sister, what do you think?"

The red-haired woman clicked her tongue, speechless at the convoluted thoughts in the minds of these scheming people. "Can't they just be more direct?"

"Face is an insurmountable barrier. Since Dang Kang already wants to usurp the throne, he naturally doesn't care about face. But the Dragon Clan is the royal family. If they take the initiative to ask the human race for help, then Dang Kang won't have to go to so much trouble and effort to deal with us."

Ao Ning gently shook his folding fan. "The history of the human race is one of division followed by unity, and unity followed by division. You should all understand that if the people in a dynasty lose their spirit, the country is truly doomed."

“Your Highness, there’s no need for further explanation,” Xu Bailing said. “When will Chu Xunfeng be able to return?”

“It’s impossible to find him now; we’ll have to wait until the Dragon Gate Gathering.” Ao Ning glanced at Xu Bailing. “I understand Miss Xu is anxious, but…”

“No, I’m not anxious.” Xu Bailing unexpectedly interrupted Ao Ning. “Since no one can find him, it doesn’t matter. I just hope that if we can find Chu Xunfeng, Your Highness can arrange for me to see him as soon as possible. Is that alright?”

“That’s no problem at all.” Ao Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that Xu Bailing might act impulsively and not be able to wait even three to five days.

Since Xu Bailing can wait... then all that's left is to wait for the Dragon Gate Gathering to begin.

Chapter Twelve, I don't owe anyone anything.

The small room was filled with a unique aroma of bittersweet herbs.

The young man, who was sitting cross-legged on the small bed and slowly breathing, suddenly changed his breathing rhythm, took a long breath in, and then slowly exhaled.

The blood and qi in his body were already too abundant to rise any further, and continuing to circulate the Blood Refining Technique would only add to his troubles. Chu Xunfeng turned his head to look at his left shoulder wrapped in gauze, and tentatively moved his shoulder. He still felt some pain and sluggishness, which caused a slight stinging pain in the large meridians on his neck.

But... it will get better eventually.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but with the help of the high-quality elixirs that Kang Gong spared no expense for, the fractured scapula was almost completely healed in just six days.

Chu Xunfeng stood up, intending to put on his clothes and shoes, but he soon noticed something uncomfortable... his hair.

Chu Xunfeng used to trim his hair regularly, but since the autumn hunt, he hasn't had the time or energy for it, and he simply stopped caring about his long hair. Now, he suddenly feels that the hair at his temples is falling down to his cheeks, causing itching, and the length of his hair at the back is almost touching his shoulders.

The young man opened the door to the side room and went straight to the room opposite his own.

Lu Ding was staying in this room. When the door was knocked on early in the morning, Lu Ding still looked a bit sleepy and seemed not to have woken up yet.

"Rubber ties, huh?" Lu Ding glanced at Chu Xunfeng's hair, smiled, went back to his room, and retrieved a few rubber ties, handing them to Chu Xunfeng.

"My shoulder injury is almost healed. I plan to go out for a walk today to clear my head. I'll be back by noon at the latest," Chu Xunfeng said, taking the rubber band and looking at Lu Ding.

"You want to go out? What about the Demon Suppression Division...?"

"The injury on my shoulder won't stop me from escaping. I just want to see the Dragon Gate phenomenon in the South China Sea." Chu Xunfeng nodded to Lu Ding. "I've been cooped up in my room for days and want to get some fresh air."

Lu Ding didn't say much, just nodded, "Be careful."

Chu Xunfeng had already gained their trust and was considered one of their own by the people on Dang Kang's side. As long as it didn't affect the overall situation, no one would bother to control Chu Xunfeng.

Moreover, judging from Chu Xunfeng's usual behavior, he is not the kind of person who would actively seek trouble. The only people to worry about are the people from the Demon Suppression Division who attacked Chu Xunfeng before.

However, Chu Xunfeng recuperated at the Kang Mansion for six days, and no members of the Dragon Clan came to demand his return. In fact, there was no need to worry about his safety on the surface. The only thing to worry about was assassins or killers.

But as Chu Xunfeng said, if he can't win, he'll run away.

Therefore, when Chu Xunfeng mentioned something or Lu Ding expressed concern, it was merely a basic exchange of information.

Chu Xunfeng left Dangkang Mansion through the main gate in a very open and aboveboard manner, heading towards the South China Sea.

Meanwhile, the secret agents of the Demon-Slaying Division, who had been hiding in the shadows and watching the Dangkang Mansion, saw Chu Xunfeng leave the Dangkang Mansion and immediately used their own methods to pass on the message, and then kept Chu Xunfeng at a distance.

Chu Xunfeng headed towards the South China Sea, but halfway there, he suddenly stopped, slowly raised his eyes, and followed the system's guidance to look at the rooftops.

The rat demon spy, now in his true form, felt a chill and abruptly shrank into a blind spot in Chu Xunfeng's sight.

The rat demon waited for a long time, but suddenly heard the sound of tiles clattering.

The rat demon slowly peeked out, only to see Chu Xunfeng's departing figure. His gaze then fell on the roof tiles, where a few words were crookedly written: "Notify the Snake Lord that I'll be waiting for him at the usual place."

The rat demon transformed into human form, stuffed the tile into its pocket, and quickly ran towards the east of the city.

Chu Xunfeng, however, gradually approached the South China Sea.

Chu Xunfeng has two very important pieces of information that he needs to pass on to the Dragon Clan, but unfortunately, he hasn't had a good opportunity or excuse to leave Dang Kang's residence until today.

First, the list of demons present at the banquet at the Kang residence that day.

Secondly, it serves as a talisman against evil spirits.

Compared to the second point, the first point is almost irrelevant. The Evil-Repelling Sword is the strongest lever to change the current status of the Dragon Clan's royal family, and it can even be said to be the fulcrum of the lever.

Just as Chu Xunfeng was anxiously waiting for the Snake Lord to come to him, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Chu Xunfeng?"

A female voice, somewhat low and hoarse, made the young man pause. He turned around and looked behind him, a look of realization dawning on his face.

No wonder the voice sounded familiar.

"So it's Miss Ning." Chu Xunfeng looked calmly at the dazed woman with a sallow complexion not far away, then turned his gaze to the three people beside Ning Qiu Ning: an old woman, a beautiful woman, and Ning Qiu Ning's maid. "Is there anything you need?"

Ning Qiu Ning looked at Chu Xun Feng's unfamiliar appearance and expression, raised her hand to her chest, and murmured, "I..."

Ning Qiu Ning had a thousand words she wanted to say, but... she couldn't speak. Because of Chu Xun Feng's attitude, she had simulated their reunion countless times in her mind. She had imagined him ignoring her, harboring hatred, refusing to see her, and even mocking her after seeing her decline in cultivation level. But...

She simply didn't want to face an indifferent Chu Xunfeng.

Seeing Ning Qiu Ning remain silent after uttering only one word, Chu Xun Feng frowned slightly. "Is there something you need? I have important matters to attend to."

He remained calm.

"Brother Chu..." The worst-case scenario Ning Qiu Ning feared had still happened; tears welled up in her eyes. "I..."

“Miss Ning.” Chu Xunfeng’s brows furrowed even deeper. “We don’t have much of a close relationship, so please address me by my given name.”

His calm words were like a sharp sword piercing Ning Qiu Ning's heart, and her already weak body was now so weak that she could hardly stand.

Ning Qiuning felt dizzy and the whole world was swaying in front of her.

"I..." She held on, because she knew she had brought this all on herself. "I have something I want to tell you."

"Let's talk about it later. I do have important matters to attend to." Chu Xunfeng looked at Ning Qiuning. "Miss Ning, your current state is not suitable for discussing matters with me."

Ning Qiu Ning opened her mouth, staring at Chu Xun Feng, a thought lingering in her mind.

What should I say?

what can I say?

The answer is... you can't say anything, you're not qualified to say anything.

However, Ning Qiuning did not want to accept this result.

Ning Qiu Ning's mind raced, but Zhu Han E behind her frowned and said, "Young Master Chu, people say that even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. Are you not even willing to talk to Qiu Ning?"

Hearing her former master speak from behind, Ning Qiu Ning nearly fainted. She looked at Chu Xun Feng, who raised an eyebrow in apparent surprise, and hurriedly said, "Brother Chu, please don't mind, I..."

"I do have important matters to attend to, and they are very urgent. As for the so-called husband and wife, the hundred days of grace and the like... forget about it."

Ning Qiu Ning's words were all stuck in her throat.

"It was not Chu who chose to sever this relationship."

"I am not someone who shows no mercy in my actions."

"I don't owe anyone anything."

"I'll take my leave now."

Chapter Thirteen, Self-Discipline

The woman standing outside the estuary watched silently as the young man with his hair tied in a bun disappeared from her sight.

Ning Qiu Ning was in a daze for a long time. Although she was standing on flat ground, it felt as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff. She was swaying and about to fall into the abyss.

The woman quietly turned her head and looked at Zhu Han'e. She remained silent for a long time, but in the end, she did not let her emotions burst out. Her gaze simply shifted to the old woman who had been silent all along.

The old woman's face remained calm, revealing no emotion. She simply stared at Ning Qiu Ning for a moment before finally shifting her gaze from Ning Qiu Ning to Zhu Han'e beside her.

"Han'e".

"Elder." The beautiful woman turned to look at the old woman beside her.

"If you encounter Chu Xunfeng again, you must not speak, you can only look, and you are not allowed to express any opinions." The old woman's tone was indifferent. "Do you understand?"

Zhu Han'e's icy expression remained unchanged. "Elder, this disciple does not understand."

"Because you have shut down your emotions, you are not qualified to express your opinions." The old woman spoke calmly, but her words were as heavy as mountains.

Because they don't understand, they are unworthy; this is an objective fact.

Zhu Han'e was taken aback. She frowned and said, "Elder, I don't understand. Although I don't understand, I still know the basic principles."