Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The wind in Broken Soul Valley stopped, leaving only a thick, pungent smell of blood in the air, making one's throat tighten.

Chen Xuan stood there frozen, looking just like a newly unearthed terracotta warrior.

His hand gripped Su Chang'an's wrist tightly, his knuckles pale, the force so great it seemed he wanted to crush that fair wrist.

Dark red blood seeped through his fingers, meandering across Su Chang'an's fair skin, a sight so striking it was breathtaking.

但他不敢动.

They even stopped breathing.

Those bloodshot eyes, which were originally brimming with murderous intent, now seemed to have been paused.

The madness is teetering on the brink of collapse, and beneath it lies a fragility that is about to shatter into pieces.

His eyes remained fixed, as if afraid that if he blinked even once, the red-clad, silver-haired man before him would turn into wisps of smoke, just as he had done countless times in the past three years.

That was his nightmare, and his inner demon.

Su Chang'an didn't struggle, letting him squeeze her wrist until it hurt.

She simply stood there quietly, like a pillar of strength, letting the warmth travel along her pulse.

Chen Xuan's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning coal.

He slowly raised his other hand.

The hand that had just been killing people without hesitation was now trembling like someone with late-stage Parkinson's disease.

The fingertip hovered half an inch from Su Chang'an's cheek, then stopped.

I dare not touch it.

I really don't dare.

What if you poke it with your finger and it's empty again?

If this is just another "beautiful dream" woven for him by his inner demons, once he believes it, falls into its trap, and wakes up, all that will be left for him is utter ruin.

"Well……"

Chen Xuan let out a broken sob, like a puppy abandoned in the rainy night.

He instinctively wanted to pull his hand away, to retreat back into that shell that, though filled with despair, offered a sense of security.

Looking at his cowardly appearance, Su Chang'an felt as if her heart had been squeezed hard, and she felt a sour, bubbling pain.

That unfilial son.

He didn't even blink when he was killing people, but now he's acting like a coward?

"Coward."

Su Chang'an cursed inwardly.

Just as Chen Xuan was about to retract his fingers, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the bloody hand that was trying to escape.

The movement was swift and decisive, carrying an undeniable domineering air. Grabbing that blood-stained hand, he slapped it against his own face with a loud "smack."

Perfectly fitted.

Chen Xuan was jolted, his brain almost burning up on the spot.

The coolness beneath my palm was no longer an empty sensation.

It was delicate, warm, and had a strong pulse beating beneath the skin.

It's alive. It's warm.

Really!

"It's hot..."

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, "It's hot..."

The next second, reason crumbled.

"Bang!"

He shot into Su Chang'an's arms like a cannonball, burying his head heavily in the crook of her neck.

He held her waist tightly with both hands, wishing he could meld her into his very bones, becoming one with her in a physical sense.

(Yes, I am the author on the entire internet who respects blood ties the most.)

The killing god who had just intimidated the Northern Region is gone.

At this moment, he has shed all his fangs and is just a child waiting in the heavy snow, finally waiting for his parents to come home.

Scalding tears instantly soaked through Su Chang'an's collar.

Chen Xuan trembled violently, letting out a suppressed growl:

"Don't go..."

"Please... don't leave me again..."

"I'll be good... I won't kill anymore... I'll do whatever you say..."

Su Chang'an's ribs were about to break from being choked, but she didn't push him away.

She raised her hand and patted his trembling back gently, just like she used to soothe him to sleep when he was a child.

"I am here."

"Dad's here."

Just as this heartwarming moment of maternal love and filial piety (or paternal love and filial piety?) was beginning, a rustling sound suddenly came from afar.

The Chen family's collateral disciples, who had been stunned by Chen Xuanwei's oppressive aura, have awakened.

Chen Fan rubbed his throbbing head and groggily opened his eyes.

The sight that met his eyes sent a chill down his spine.

All they saw was their own ruthless and decisive elder brother being tightly "entangled" by a bewitching woman in red with silver hair.

The woman was dressed in fiery red, exuding a bewitching aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Meanwhile, his elder brother had his head buried in the woman's neck, his whole body trembling violently, and he was making painful whimpers, clearly struggling desperately.

From Chen Fan's perspective, what kind of hug was this?

This is clearly because the eldest brother is being entangled by a high-level succubus in the secret realm, and his yang energy and essence are being frantically drained!

"Big brother!!!"

Chen Fan let out a scream that pierced the night sky.

This shout startled all the disciples who had just woken up.

Everyone stared intently, and their souls nearly left their bodies.

"Witch! Let go of my brother!"

"Holy crap! What level of succubus is that? My brother's almost drained dry!"

"Quick! Save him! If we're too late, our brother will be a dried-up corpse!"

Although terrified, at that moment, the thought of saving his older brother overwhelmed his fear.

Chen Fan gritted his teeth and led more than a dozen collateral disciples as they scrambled over.

They held swords and shields, and one of the clever ones even pulled out a black dog blood talisman for warding off evil spirits, trembling as he prepared to strike Su Chang'an.

"You witch, prepare to die!"

Chen Fan closed his eyes and charged upwards, looking like he was bravely going to his death.

Su Chang'an was patting Chen Xuan's back when he heard the noise and was about to turn around to explain.

However, Chen Xuan, who buried his face in the crook of her neck, was faster than her.

He turned his head abruptly.

In that instant, the vulnerability, dependence, and tears in her eyes vanished in a single frame.

Instead, there was a violence and murderous intent ten times more terrifying than before.

It was like a ferocious beast protecting its food being forcibly interrupted; its rage was enough to incinerate everything.

He shielded Su Chang'an's head with one hand, pressing her face against his chest to prevent those people's gazes from profaning her in the slightest.

With his other hand, he suddenly grabbed at the void.

"Buzz—!"

The broken sword on the ground emitted a mournful cry and instantly flew back into my hand.

Holding the broken sword, Chen Xuan stared coldly at Chen Fan and the others who were rushing towards him, his voice as chilling as if it came from the deepest hell:

"court death?"

boom--!

A terrifying pressure erupted instantly. It wasn't killing intent directed at the enemy; it was pure destructive intent.

"Splash!" "Splash!"

Chen Fan and the others, who had just rushed halfway, were suddenly slapped hard by an invisible hand and knelt down in unison.

The magical artifacts in his hands fell to the ground with a clatter. The disciple holding the black dog blood talisman trembled, and the talisman stuck directly to his forehead.

Chen Fan knelt on the ground, looking at his older brother with bloodshot eyes, terrified.

It’s over.

My elder brother has been possessed!

That look in his eyes is not something a human could have; he has definitely been mind-controlled by a succubus and turned into a killing puppet!

"Big brother! It's me, Chen Fan!" Chen Fan shouted, his voice trembling with tears. "Wake up! Don't be fooled by that vixen!"

Chen Xuan wouldn't listen at all.

In his eyes, these people had disturbed his reunion with Su Chang'an, and that was a capital offense.

He slowly raised the broken sword, its tip emitting a black sword light, his killing intent resolute.

At the critical moment.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the silent valley.

Chen Fan and the others stared wide-eyed; their worldviews had collapsed.

Suddenly, the woman in red, who was being protected in Chen Xuan's arms, reached out and slapped the head of the god of death, Chen Xuan.

The force was so great that Chen Xuan's head bobbed forward.

"Alright, shut up your temper."

Su Chang'an retorted irritably, "That's your brother, not an enemy. Why are you always drawing your sword to show off?

The air freezes.

Chen Fan and the others thought, "We're doomed. This vixen dared to hit our possessed elder brother; she's definitely going to be torn to shreds."

However, the next second, something even more outrageous happened.

Chen Xuan, who had been radiating murderous intent just moments before, instantly suppressed all his aura after being slapped.

The red light in his eyes quickly faded, and the broken sword fell to the ground.

He looked like a child who had done something wrong and was being scolded by his parents, obediently lowering his head and even nudging his head closer to Su Chang'an's hand, as if to say, "If you haven't had enough, give me another one."

Is this still the same crazy older brother who wiped out the Ji family's elite with a single sword strike?

That's clearly an obedient golden retriever!

After disciplining his rebellious son, Su Chang'an slowly straightened his clothes.

She turned around, her red dress fluttering in the wind, her silver hair dancing in the air.

Although it was merely a physical entity formed from a wisp of remnant soul, the aura of a superior being originating from the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm was released without reservation at this moment.

Her gaze lazily swept over the people sprawled on the ground, a half-smile playing on her lips:

"What kind of witch are you calling yourself? You have no manners!"

"I am your eldest brother's... elder."

Su Chang'an paused, wanting to say "father," but seeing the terrified looks in the eyes of the younger generation, he felt he should maintain a certain air of authority.

So she slightly raised her chin and said calmly:

"Call him Grandfather...no, call him Ancestor!"

Chen Fan and the others were dumbfounded. They looked at the breathtakingly beautiful woman, and then at their older brother who looked obedient but whose eyes hinted at "I'll kill you if you don't yell."

Logic died, but the will to survive lived.

Chen Fan swallowed hard, then took the lead in kowtowing, his voice trembling:

"Greetings...Greetings to our Ancestors!"

The others quickly followed, their scattered shouts merging into a chorus:

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

Su Chang'an nodded in satisfaction. This feeling of having everyone obey his every command was indeed much better than being a ghost.

She was about to raise her hand to tell them to stand up when she suddenly felt a chill on her fingertips.

I looked down.

The once solid fingertips now exhibited an unstable flicker and became somewhat transparent.

Although Soul-Nourishing Wood is a rare and precious material, it is ultimately an external object with limited effectiveness.

Su Chang'an clenched his fist without making a sound, concealing the wisp of transparency in his palm.

She looked up into the depths of the secret realm.

There, a golden wave of divine consciousness emanated, carrying an undisguised domineering and greedy aura.

Ji Wushuang is coming soon.

Su Chang'an glanced down at Chen Xuan, who was still craving her body heat and wishing he could cling to her, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

This fleeting entity must be used wisely.

As the poem says:

The poisonous swamp, still stained with the blood of the wounded, suddenly reveals a figure in red, protecting them from harm.

Others may call it evil spirits, but only the rebellious son knows the coldness of family ties.

With a palm strike, the black hair is calmed, and the body lies across the desolate ground, finding a way to escape.

And taking falsehood as truth, they dare to cause golden scales to bleed across the mountains.