Central Plains Demon Subduing Record

Emperor Zhuangzong (Xiande 6th year), summer, eighth month, the Imperial Palace in Shuntian Prefecture, Beijing, Jiade Hall.

It was late afternoon, the lights in Jiade Hall had just gone out. The newly appointed Crown Prince, the Second Prince, was staying there that night. Outside Jiade Hall, a group of civil and military officials who had finished their discussions with the new Crown Prince had just left. Only two burly, tall, and robust veteran generals – Yuchi Changde and Qin Debao – remained, each clad in armor, guarding the safety of their lord's lodging for the night.

Originally, there were dozens of inner army soldiers on guard and patrol, maintaining a strict defense. However, since the Shenwu Gate Incident, rumors of ghosts and demons haunting the inner palace had spread like wildfire. Even the new Crown Prince was not immune. After several sleepless nights, he had to personally appoint two generals to guard him, excluding the useless soldiers who would lose their minds at the sight of a ghost.

But who were Yuchi Changde and Qin Debao? Even though the area outside Jiade Hall was completely dark except for a few flickering bonfires, the presence of these two valiant generals, veterans of many years on the battlefield, still exuded an aura of imposing authority that seemed to repel even the gods.

Even Fang Zhiming, the Gentleman Sword of Mount Lu, felt the same way—although he usually kept his distance from supernatural matters and didn't care to ask about them, seeing that the new crown prince could finally get a few good nights' sleep, he couldn't help but take a different look at the suggestion of Li Gangfeng, the Taoist master who had followed the new crown prince for many years.

"Tap tap! Tap tap!" Before the light footsteps on the palace grounds outside Jiade Hall could be heard, Fang Zhiming, using the Confucian lightness skill—"Chasing the Wind and Chasing the Clouds"—was already stepping up the stone steps of Jiade Hall.

"Who is it?" "It's me, Fang Zhiming. I wish the two generals a good night!" The first to spot the newcomer was Yuchi Changde. When he roared like a tiger, even Fang Zhiming couldn't help but greet him formally.

"Oh? It's you! Brother Fang, is there something you need from my Crown Prince so late?" "Oh... it's nothing important, it's just... my daughter Pais is finally almost fully recovered and it's time for her to leave. During this time, she has been well taken care of by His Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess, so I wanted to personally bid farewell to His Highness before leaving. That would be the only reasonable thing to do!" Qin Debao, another top-ranking general, answered the question. As the two exchanged their words, a sudden gust of cold wind swept up outside the Jiade Hall.

"Heh, what a chilling wind! In August, this eerie wind is making everyone uneasy, hoo~" "Hoo~ Don't say that, Brother Fang, these past few nights, General Qin and I have been guarding here, and we've been on tenterhooks too!" "
Hmm, General Yuchi is right, isn't he? Just the Shenwu Gate alone! More than two thousand people died that day! Not to mention that during this uprising (the Shenwu Gate Incident), how many people died inside and outside the palace in one day? Just thinking about so many ghosts of the dead wandering around the palace, ugh... even if Guanyin Bodhisattva descended to earth to spend the night here, she would probably break out in a cold sweat, right?" Gossiping and spreading rumors is human nature, regardless of gender. When talking about the new supernatural legends circulating in the palace, the three grown men suddenly became the gossipy women of the street.
"Alright! It's late, so... I won't bother you any longer! I know how hard it is for you two generals to keep watch, so on my way here I happened to pass by the famous restaurant in the capital, 'Sihai Yijia,' and I've prepared two jars of 'Xueli Gan' wine, five catties of braised beef, one roasted yellow croaker, one roasted chicken, a large plate of spicy hot pot, and two baskets of steamed buns for you two generals as a midnight snack. I would also appreciate it if you two generals could help me deliver this farewell letter to His Highness the Crown Prince tomorrow morning!" The night watchmen do physical labor, and the warm meal and wine that Fang Zhiming prepared immediately made the two hungry and fierce generals crave food and wine.

"As expected of Brother Fang! He's truly our good brother, knowing that this 'Snowy Sweet'... is just to our liking!" "Tch! General Qin, don't be rude! You should address him as Lord Fang. Lord Fang is a newly appointed First-Class Pillar of State Grand Master of Ceremonies, concurrently serving as Minister of the Imperial Household Department and Commandant of Heyang. He is also the consort of the Emperor's two imperial princesses—Princess Lu and Princess Yuanyang! You should drink this jar of 'Snowy Sweet' with gratitude and contentment!" After a lonely and boring night of guarding, it was rare for someone to visit them with food and drink. The two top-notch generals, who had been bored out of their minds, began to ramble on and on.

"General Yuchi, stop making fun of me! If I had the guts to marry those two imperial relatives... ugh... I think... I might as well go back to the battlefield and fight another Battle of Hulao Pass to die! Hahaha..." "Hahaha..." "Hahaha... So... Brother Fang is afraid of women too! Hahaha... Come, come, there's wine and food, let's all eat together!" In the cool night breeze, amidst the flickering firelight, a simple meal bought with a few taels of silver was enough for three grown men to chat and joke around.
As midnight approached, the wine and food were finished, and just as Fang Zhiming was about to leave the Jiade Hall, guarded by two top-ranking generals, a sudden cry of surprise from inside the hall shattered the tranquility of the night.
"Help! A ghost...a ghost!" A cry of alarm summoned Fang Zhiming and his two companions who burst through the door. The first thing they saw was several eunuchs and palace maids who had served the new crown prince, all unconscious and lying on the ground. The new crown prince, now alighting from his bed, was brandishing his sharp iron sword, his eyes fixed on a dark corner above the hall's beams.

It was the figure of a woman in white robes with long hair, but her disheveled hair, white eyes, and bloodied mouth gave her a demonic appearance. Her limbs were twisted and groaning, clinging tightly to the roof tiles as she screamed

, exuding an indescribable evil aura that sent chills down the spines of even the well-traveled Fang Zhiming and his companions. However, before this inhuman creature could continue its clamor, Yuchi Changde, regaining his composure, drew his bow and shot an arrow, while Qin Debao thrust his spear fiercely. The two seemed to be reenacting the tension and deadly atmosphere of the Shenwu Gate Incident.
"Bamboo Sharp Thousand Streams!" Fang Zhiming, who was protecting the new crown prince, was not idle either. Several sharp sword energies pierced the air, and the sword energy, which was enough to shatter the roof tiles of the palace, also knocked that... or rather, that human-ghost monster down!

"Bamboo Sharp Thousand Turbulents!" Fang Zhiming's sword energy struck again, but unexpectedly made the human-ghost monster that had landed in front of him even more ferocious - like a humanoid spider or some other strange insect. The human-ghost monster that was lying on the ground suddenly leaped up and pounced straight at the new crown prince when it saw that the new crown prince was close at hand. Large drops of blood dripped from the wounds on its body from the sword energy.

"Your Highness, be careful!" "Protect the Lord!" In the midst of the cries of the two top generals who did not have time to turn around to save the emperor, the human-ghost monster with white eyes and bloody mouth was already within three steps of the new crown prince. It was waving its two claws as sharp as tigers and leopards and shouting a few chilling words with a hoarse voice.

"Go...die...go...die..." The barely discernible voice and words revealed the ghostly form of this strange, humanoid creature. In the instant the new prince's life hung by a thread, Fang Zhiming unleashed another swift and decisive strike with his bamboo sword technique.

"Bamboo Shadow Thousand Instant Kill!" The blade shifted, using only the body to slash and strike, yet in a flurry of over a dozen rapid sword moves, the creature was sent flying into the air before crashing to the ground, slumped and unable to rise.

Two elite generals immediately surrounded the creature, their concern focused on the new prince's safety; but the prince and Fang Zhiming were more concerned with the true identity of this...or rather, this strange, humanoid creature.

Simultaneously, a dark shadow attempted to escape the creature's body, but in that instant, Fang Zhiming was faster than it was.

"Great Sun Tathagata Seal!" As Fang Zhiming unleashed his Buddhist esoteric hand seal, the dark shadow reacted with a series of ghostly wails.

"Big brother, third brother, fourth brother... ah..." As the dark shadow dissipated in all directions, was it the guilt and remorse in his heart that were causing this? Or was there really a ghost or evil spirit? Just as the new prince was looking at his brothers in terror, as if he had seen his own dead brothers, the dark ghostly figure suddenly disappeared without a trace...
"Brother Fang, this female ghost... this woman, do you have any clues?" After resting, the new prince asked with a still-shaken expression.

"If I remember correctly, this woman should be the former Crown Princess, Lady Fu, also known as Fu Guanyin, the Minister of War during the Yongye era? Lady Fu's daughter, but isn't she... already moved to the Cold Palace by His Highness the Crown Prince? How could she be here? Ah? Your Highness the Crown Princess... you've arrived! I greet Your Highness! May Your Highness live a thousand years!" Upon seeing the person they longed for, they uttered insincere greetings and respectful words. Fang Zhiming and Sun Wugou exchanged speechless glances.

Logically, that dark, ghostly figure was the resentment and deathly aura of those who died in the Shenwu Gate Incident! Perhaps it was the resentment of the former Crown Princess? Lady Fu's lingering resentment that gathered upon her, creating this strange, ghostly creature.

Thus, originally intending to bid farewell to the new Crown Prince and then depart gracefully; but after a night of lingering fear, Fang Zhiming was again burdened by the new Crown Prince and the new Crown Princess? Sun Wugou's request forced Fang Zhiming to find a highly respected Buddhist monk named Lingxin to conduct a grand and solemn soul-suppressing ceremony for the royal family.

Lingxin's reputation was so great that even Fang Zhiming had heard of him—besides having a long-standing friendship with the current emperor's family, he possessed considerable skill in both Buddhist teachings and martial arts; some had even suggested he was the rightful candidate to become the current "Jade Buddha Master" of Buddhism.

However, he was now a wandering monk, only occasionally returning to the Five Pagoda Temple in Hebei Province, not far from the capital—a centuries-old temple where he served as abbot.

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Two days later? At noon, in Xibaipo Town, Pingshan County, Hebei Province? Somewhere in the wilderness.

Despite his hurried journey, Fang Zhiming arrived at the Five Pagoda Temple in the town as quickly as possible, only to find that he had not found the Venerable Lingxin he was looking for.

The young monk who opened the door told him that his great-master's Venerable Lingxin had returned to the temple, but had accepted a request from the townspeople to exorcise demons and had gone down the mountain with two accompanying monks.

He added that Lingxin had not returned for several days, causing considerable worry, and gave Fang Zhiming two white talismans with red characters for the temple's protection. He also told Fang Zhiming that to find his great-master's Venerable Lingxin, he might try looking in the direction of the Immortal Forest in the town.

So, Fang Zhiming went to this desolate area in the town, and after riding for about half a mile, he reached the Immortal Forest.

Fang Zhiming recalled that he had been here twice. The name "Immortal Forest" was a new name that had spread in the martial arts world in recent years. The original name of the place was Baiquan Forest, named after a white spring that was clear and sweet to drink.

But deep in the forest, there was also an ancient temple with a history of more than a hundred years, Quanlin Temple, which was located next to the swamp where the white spring gushed out. The abbots of the temple were all highly accomplished monks who became mummified monks when they passed away, seemingly trying to suppress some kind of demons and monsters.

However, during the chaos of the Yongye era, local rebels burned down Quanlin Temple, and the monks scattered. The forest gradually became shrouded in demonic energy, and the clear and sweet white spring became a divine spring for eternal youth, attracting countless people to enter the forest to explore it. However, only strong men could enter the forest, and no living person could come out again. It seemed that some kind of sorcery was at work.

Baiquan Forest became the Forest of Immortality, and the Forest of Immortality became a haunted realm of ghosts that the townspeople dared not set foot in…

“Quanlin Temple,” “Extending the Divine Chapter,” “Heaven-sent Dao”… Fang Zhiming tried to piece together his memories—the last time, and the second time, he had come here was twenty-one years ago in the first year of Yongye—for the request and promise of an old friend, or perhaps a senior in the martial arts world, for a sword, a secret sword manual, and what that person hoped for, leaving behind a mound of yellow earth for the sword tomb…

“Kill! Kill!” Suddenly, Fang Zhiming focused his mind and saw two people with painted faces, wearing tall, straight, strange hats, and dressed in colorful, thin short clothes, resembling both the Black and White Impermanence and the City God's ghost messengers, shouting killing. Each held an iron plaque and a torture instrument in their hands. They were the two great messengers of the Central Plains Demonic Sect, the leaders of the Fengdu Ghost Prison Gate, who held the order to reward evil and punish good.

But what truly made Fang Zhiming wary was a series of languid and malevolent sounds coming intermittently from behind the two men—a demonic melody that disturbed the soul and secretly damaged one's cultivation, penetrating the lush forest for miles around and assaulting Fang Zhiming's ears.

"The Eight Laws of Yama's Harp - What Joy is There in Life!" "The Bamboo Trembles and Tells of the Eight Sufferings!" Outside the forest, on an open ground, the envoy in charge of rewarding evil and punishing good paused, raised his iron plaque as if to welcome the beautiful figure of a red-haired woman dressed in ochre and red robes. Using her superb light footwork, she stepped on the shoulders of the two demon generals' envoys, and instantly, her slender jade hands plucked the blood-red Yama's Harp, which was decorated with several skulls. In an instant, dozens of ear-piercing demonic sounds fell from the air.

Although he was superior in the musical duel at the World Music Tournament, he was now facing a challenger who lacked the Iron Wire Qin, a weapon capable of matching him. He could only rely on his sword skills, skillfully blending swordplay with his own, to put up a fight against the astonishing musical prowess of the beautiful witch.
"Yama's Eight Qin Theories – What is there to worry about in illness!" "The bamboo's sound echoes with sorrow!" His hands plucked the strings, his fingers played the sword's notes. The Yama Qin, paired with the Bamboo Clear Sword, was a duel between a male swordsman and a female Qin player, both among the twelve strongest in the martial arts world, equally renowned. Today, they would once again clash in terms of technique and inner strength.

"Hmph! Pay attention! Yama's Eight Qin Theories – What is there to lament in old age!" "The bamboo's sound is desolate, weeping in the underworld!" One's qin music deepened, its power subtly injuring the opponent's meridians; the other's swordplay was sinister, its sound like a mournful cry, a continuous barrage of attacks aimed directly at the opponent's vitals. Each had their own strengths and unique style.

But after one move, the ones who fell to the ground were the two demon generals from different lineages who had been watching the battle? Two great messengers of reward and punishment.

"Is this... alright?" Fang Zhiming asked, wiping the bloodstains from the blade of the Bamboo Clear Sword with a white silk cloth.

The two demon generals lying on the ground, their bodies still warm, bore several sharp sword wounds and severely damaged meridians and internal organs from the demonic zither's strings, the instantaneous killing blow that claimed their lives.
"It's alright. They're War Demons? Lackeys sent by my natural enemy to monitor me. Their deaths are nothing to regret... I borrowed your power, using the aftermath of our battle to kill them. The marks left on their bodies... can also serve as proof for me—Fang Zhiming, you really know how to... solve my problems! Ha!" Yanmo Qinji, nicknamed Sannu, held the high position of Right Protector of the Fengdu Ghost Prison Gate, while the War Demons, a senior member of the same sect... Driven by their mortal enemies, they risked a stalemate, all to avert a power struggle within their sect.

Six months prior, in the battle to rescue the Wushan Sect, the sect's leader, Yan Shen Mojun, personally oversaw the fighting. However, he was unexpectedly defeated by the combined forces of the Central Plains Righteous Alliance and the two leaders of the Chivalrous Alliance—Bei Ye Muma and Nan Jiang Shezhou. This resulted in a crushing defeat for the Wushan Sect and the demonic forces of the Fengdu Ghost Prison Sect, who were also crushed by the righteous alliance. Their sect leader , Yan Shen Mojun, was forced into seclusion due to severe injuries

. Yan Shen Mojun, Bei Ye Muma, and Nan Jiang Shezhou were all among the twelve strongest martial artists in the world, making the Battle of Duan Yue Gorge, the rescue of the Wushan Sect by the Fengdu Ghost Prison Sect, a spectacular martial arts contest.

But to prevent the ambitious War Demon—whose mortal enemy—from seizing power within the sect, he left behind his fellow disciple, the Left Protector. After the Sword Demon's intervention, Yama Qin Ji set off for the Immortal Forest in Hebei, hoping to find the Fountain of Youth and utilize its equally famous healing and energy-restoring properties to help the Demon Lord Yama emerge from seclusion and restore order.

Unfortunately, at a teahouse in town, Yama Qin Ji encountered her old flame, Fang Zhiming. The two, evenly matched in their musical skills and adept at telepathic communication, quickly conspired to kill two unfortunate demon generals who had died mysteriously.

Ah, one seeking Lingxin Shangren, the other searching for the Fountain of Youth, both heading towards the Immortal Forest, thus forcing the leaders of the righteous and evil factions, who had previously had several fleeting romances, to cooperate even in murder.

However, an invisible, intangible demonic power quietly arrived after this inexplicable battle, disappearing into the Immortal Forest along with the two as they entered…

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"...Master Qingjian, a high-ranking Buddhist monk, was also deeply versed in Taoist magic and talismanic arts, a true master of both Buddhism and Taoism. His martial arts skills and reputation surpassed all other monks of the Northern School of Buddhism during the Mingde era. He served as abbot of several temples, including the Five Pagoda Temple in Hebei, the Shulin Temple in Henan, and the Yunxia Temple in Jianghuai. He also enlightened younger Buddhist disciples such as Master Lingxin, accumulating merit... Later, while presiding over the Quanlin Temple in Hebei, he subdued and sealed several giant demons that had crossed from Japan. Not long after, he was severely injured and passed away, becoming a living Buddha to suppress the evil spirits and miasma forbidden in the temple..." This is from the first year of the Xiande era? *The Complete Records of Famous Figures in the Martial Arts World*? Volume 6, Buddhist section, written by Lanling Fengxue.

On the same day, at dusk, at the moment of encountering demons, the Immortal Forest was instantly engulfed in a strange, dense fog.

In the vast fog, Fang Zhiming realized he had lost the Enma Qin Ji. Even with the "Breath-Holding Silk Technique," a powerful method for tracking and finding people, it was impossible to catch a glimpse of the beautiful figure of the red-haired woman in ochre robes amidst the dense fog that obscured even the middle finger... well, the five fingers.

"Could she be trapped by the invisible magical barrier in the forest?" In recent years, rumors have circulated that only men could enter the Immortal Forest. Could it be due to the magical barrier created by the spirits of the forest?

Just as Fang Zhiming was pondering the whereabouts of the Three Slaves, the fog suddenly dissipated, and the mournful sound of a four-holed flute, unlike any other instrument commonly used by Han Chinese in the Central Plains, flowed in the night breeze, leading Fang Zhiming to the ruins of Quanlin Temple in the forest, a place almost entirely reduced to ruins after being burned to the ground in the war.

However, despite being called the ruins of Quanlin Temple, it differed from the vague impressions in my memory. Scattered everywhere were hoes, sickles, and other farming tools; bamboo bows, quivers, and other hunting implements; woodcutters' axes and saws; and even swords and weapons of martial arts practitioners. It seemed that this was the last place in the world where over 120 strong men from the town had disappeared after working in the forest in recent years, or where 50 or 60 martial arts heroes had come seeking the Fountain of Youth.

Legend has it that Master Lingxin's master, Master Qingjian, sealed several thousand-year-old giant demons that had attained human form in the Demon-Suppressing Well when he presided over Quanlin Temple. However, after the chaos of the Yongye era destroyed Quanlin Temple, the monks scattered, and the temple declined. Could the whereabouts of these giant demons be the reason for the mutated state of the Immortal Forest today? Or was it the beginning of Master Lingxin descending the mountain to subdue the demons on behalf of his master?

After some thought, Fang Zhiming tried again to use the "Breath-Holding and Silk-Stroke Technique" to probe for the aura of the three slaves who had accompanied him, but to no avail. He then cleverly used a Taoist incantation and cautiously followed the path into the ruins of Quanlin Temple.

Upon entering the temple ruins, what should have been a forest of stone pagodas and stupas turned into a series of unsettling humanoid stone statues standing on the ground. Fang Zhiming repeatedly tested them with his feet, and the humanoid stone statues reacted restlessly, which was quite strange.

However, like veteran generals such as Yuchi Changde and Qin Debao, Fang Zhiming had killed countless people in his life and naturally possessed a murderous aura that made it difficult for ordinary demons and monsters to approach him. Yet, he still walked with a sense of trepidation in the ancient temple ruins.

The deep green, still waters of the swamp, spreading from the side, submerged most of the ancient temple's front courtyard; rows of abandoned graves, their stones askew, clustered around clusters of vibrant red spider lilies—a symbol of hellish desolation. The deathly stillness of the other areas in the front courtyard, where the spider lilies bloomed, spoke of a profound silence, a chilling and terrifying sight, like walking a path to the underworld.

The spider lily, also known as the red spider lily, is called the "flower of the other shore" in Japanese tradition. A path lined with its red flowers, a fiery path, is believed to lead to the other side, like a journey to the underworld, and is thus feared as an omen of misfortune by the Japanese. Yet, unexpectedly, it blooms so brilliantly red in this desolate ancient temple in Hebei, in the Central Plains.

Just then, Fang Zhiming stopped and hastily made a torch out of some dead wood from the temple. The torch flickered weakly, its light barely illuminating a solitary, unclaimed grave nestled amidst the fiery red of the red spider lilies. He sighed thoughtfully.

"Twenty-one years! Please forgive me for not visiting you in so long!" Standing before the inconspicuous grave, Fang Zhiming thought of someone—a martial arts master, a close friend despite their age difference—and a promise he made in his youth, a promise he had yet to fulfill.

"Hehe..." Suddenly, a woman's laughter rang out like bells. Fang Zhiming heard it, then gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist with great vigilance

. Holding a torch, he walked up the stone steps, pushed open the two dilapidated wooden doors, and stepped into the abandoned Buddhist temple that should have been empty... However, in the abandoned Buddhist temple, the gilded bronze Buddha was majestic and solemn, but there was a trace of ghostly and strange energy hidden in its eyes. It stood alone amidst the twenty or so bright candles that were set up around it, setting off a strange scene that made people ponder in secret, yet also lost in fascination.

A woman of mixed features, with red hair and blue eyes, reclined on the wooden floor of the Buddhist temple, smoking a hookah, her face lightly powdered, her hair styled in a bun and adorned with hairpins. Upon closer inspection, she wore a bright red, long-sleeved kimono woven with the Mingxianhei weave technique, embellished with vibrant Yuzen-dyed flowers and cranes. A double-drum-shaped obi was tied around her waist, and her kimono was loosely draped, revealing her long, slender, white legs clad only in tabi socks. She was the epitome of a captivating courtesan from Japan.

Beside her lay a four-holed xiao (

vertical bamboo flute), a piece she had just finished playing. Fang Zhiming had seen Japanese women and such vibrant kimonos before. In the ports of Quanzhou and Ningbo in the Southern Martial World, there were many small settlements frequented by Japanese merchants, officials, and wandering samurai, where such exotic beauties and scenes were hidden.

"San...San Nu? Enma...Kotohime?" Under the rule of this closed Han Chinese dynasty in the Central Plains, red-haired, blue-eyed people of mixed race were rare, and one who could dominate the martial arts world was even more unique—Enma Kotohime? San Nu, but he had never seen San Nu dressed like a beautiful woman from the Eastern lands before, which left Fang Zhiming dumbfounded, and even his cries became more stuttering.

At this moment, outside the ruins of Quanlin Temple, the formless and intangible magical barrier was repeatedly impacted by the sound waves of the Enma Koto's melody, causing the surrounding space to tremble!

"Damn it! What's going on! Fang Zhiming...wake up! That woman...is not human!"
Outside the ruins of Quanlin Temple, lightly stepping on a clump of bamboo, Enma Kotohime, worried about her lover, could only shout anxiously from the other side of the temple, despite her frantic finger strength and the loud music of her koto.

"Yama's Eight Harmonies - What Joy is There in Life!" But the twelve strongest martial artists of the world were not to be underestimated! San Nu forcefully attempted to break through the magical barrier created by her sorcery and evil arts, generating a powerful sonic boom that churned the bamboo forest beneath her feet, creating a rustling sound and surging waves of bamboo...

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Before all men, a peerless beauty always surpasses the sharpness of any divine weapon, capable of piercing the hearts of all men.

"Fox Charm Technique - Bewitching Fragrance..." A strange and alluring fragrance wafted from the temple, directly assaulting San Nu's face. San Nu pondered her memories, recalling the fox charm techniques of the Heavenly Fox Clan's female demons that she had read about in the "New Interpretation of the Classic of Mountains and Seas." Today, she finally witnessed them firsthand.

This alluring fragrance could stir even San Nu, a woman herself, with a fluttering heart; how much more so that damned Fang Zhiming!

He was never some enlightened monk or accomplished Taoist priest, but rather a mindless, impulsive drunkard, lecher, and eccentric
man who craved the three beauties of the world—beautiful women, beautiful scenery, and fine wine. Despite his dissatisfaction and curses towards the man before him, San Nu, who was intently watching the temple, was even more anxious.

"Fox Charm Technique - Calamity of Desire!" Suddenly, the beautiful woman who resembled Yama, the Demoness of the Night, rose and beckoned the man who was staring at her to come closer. Then, she exhaled a strange fragrance, greenish-blue, which dissipated on the man's face and vanished into nothingness, but directly entered his mind and bewitched him.

"So beautiful! So beautiful! San Nu... You are so beautiful tonight!" Fang Zhiming muttered to himself repeatedly. Having fought in the Battle of Hulao Pass and survived the Shenwu Gate Incident, having walked the line between life and death countless times in his life, he was undoubtedly a man who would risk his life!

But regardless of courage or martial arts skills, when faced with the seductive arts of the woman before him, Fang Zhiming, a dragon among men, was ultimately just a mouse waiting to be slaughtered under a cat's paw.

This was the unpleasant feeling that Yanmo Qinji saw, and even more so, she was worried, because the beautiful woman she saw, beneath the hem of her robes, had nine fluffy fox tails that swayed like dancing snakes, surging like waves.
A nine-tailed fox demon, a half-immortal demon with over a thousand years of cultivation, who, during the Mingde era, the three religions allied to pacify the stronghold of the Heavenly Fox Clan—Jianghuai? After Tianhua Mountain, she was no longer recorded in books. What was going on now?

However, amidst the three slaves' worry and the fox demon's delight, in a fleeting moment unnoticed, Fang Zhiming, whose soul and consciousness should have already fallen under the fox demon's spell, clenched his right hand tightly and scraped his palm with his fingers until a few drops of blood seeped out…

With a "snap," the obi knot of the double drum was untied, revealing a bright red brocade kimono with long sleeves, along with a pure white long robe and shirt, all removed from the ground.

The fox demon smiled slowly; the human game of sexual intercourse was also one of her favorite methods for absorbing the life essence of men.

The fox spirit, wearing only tabi socks and silver bracelets, sat on the wooden plank in front of the Buddha, her elbows resting between his thighs. The man gently stroked her back and neck, like lovers.

The fox spirit turned her head and rested her chin on his lap, looking at him. This sight made the real San Nu furious and consumed by jealousy.

The man gently stroked her cheek and touched her earlobe. The fox spirit looked at him with a half-smile, her naturally seductive eyes, and helped him undress.

Then, she grasped his precious penis and stimulated it by stroking it up and down. Next, she lowered her head and took the entire hot penis into her mouth. The man loved the fox spirit's oral sex skills and praised her sexiness and beauty.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, completely unaware of the pitiful state of his impending doom.

Having only begun this relationship a short time ago, the two are already as intimate as husband and wife. This is not just a game, but also an invitation for the man to step into the depths of lust.

Transcending the superficial roles of worldly morality, the man chooses indulgence, while the fox spirit reveals the man's lewd desire for women, her wetness and fullness displayed between her parted legs expressing her unbearable anticipation of being violated.

The fox spirit is blindfolded, her hands bound by the sash of her kimono.

Stripped of her clothes, her snow-white skin exposed, she felt the lustful gaze of the man. Her hand grasped the burning hot penis, then enveloped it with her lips. The man teased the fox spirit's breasts, his palms urging the two budding pink nipples to obey. The fox spirit began to moan and groan uncontrollably, rubbing her legs together like a human woman, whispering her desires in the man's ear, seemingly enjoying this worthy game of lovemaking. The

lewd scene in the Buddhist temple continued, with the legitimate Sannu's fingers continuously plucking the chilling notes of the Yama's Eight-Tone Harp.

Time stood still. The candlelight in the Buddhist temple reflected the moonlight streaming down from the ceiling,
creating a scene of romance and beauty. The fox spirit began to crave the pure pleasure of penetration during male-female intercourse. It was one of the great joys of being a human woman. Desire overcame reason, and her inner lust was released. The fox spirit recalled her past desire for another human man. Words, body language, scent—even her fox charms paled in comparison. A kind of innate human sexual greed made the fox spirit's female body exceptionally sensitive. She enjoyed the pleasure of a man licking and caressing her body with his tongue.

Feeling the warm, throbbing sensation of her lower body, the man wanted to prove his control over the fox spirit's body. He played with her wet, warm opening, humiliating her as her hands were bound by the sash of her kimono. At the same time, smiling, he found a dirty hemp rope that looked like it had been used by some man who had committed suicide, and hung it on a beam. The beautiful fox spirit, her human female body, resembled a delicious piece of meat, her hands bound and suspended…

This was an unprecedented, stimulating pleasure, a sensation she had never experienced before. The other human man she had once deeply loved had never given her this. The man treated the fox demon like a plaything, licking her round, white breasts while gently kneading her sensitive, moist vulva. He then embraced her from behind. The fox demon was powerless to resist the man's manipulation. She loved another human man, but he betrayed her, leading to the tragedy of the Fox Clan in the Battle of Tianhua Mountain. Therefore, she also betrayed her love for him, desecrating the love between herself and that man through intercourse with every stranger.

The fox demon frowned, but in reality, her body felt both intensely pleasurable and deeply humiliated.
The fox spirit recalled her past encounters with her beloved man. He loved her furrowed brows, for they were both delicate and shy. Back then, when she heard him say those words, the fox spirit felt a strange and exhilarating sensation...

And the fox spirit remembered the name of that human man; he seemed to be the highest arbitrator of the three religions in the Central Plains during the Mingde era—a Buddhist monk with unbound hair, well-versed in all three religions, known as "One Hair of White Hair Dyed with Snow—Sword Hearing the Necklace"...

Then, with a erect penis pointing skyward, the man stood behind the fox spirit, his hands clasped around her waist. Leaning forward, he allowed himself to fully inhale the fox spirit's alluring fragrance. Between his arms, he grasped one of the fox spirit's buttocks, his erect penis lightly gliding over and touching the entrance of the fox spirit's two orifices, which she had transformed into as a human woman. The penis pressed against the fox spirit's vulva, not yet penetrating, while he busily kissed her.

A passionate kiss ensued, tongues entwined, bodies pressed tightly together, writhing incessantly, seeking pleasure from the friction of their skin. The fox spirit's lower body was soaking wet, just like every woman this man had ever ravished. The man's skillful sucking and licking of her back and neck caused the fox spirit to gasp repeatedly.

Finally, the fox spirit arched her buttocks, shamefully welcoming the man's penis as it prepared to penetrate her. Her wet vulva was soaked, even the swollen glans of the man's penis was covered in her juices. The fox spirit let out even louder moans. The man grabbed the fox spirit's waist and thrust his penis into her vulva...

At first, the man moved his penis slowly in and out, the penetration causing her vulva to be stretched open by his magnificent penis, causing some pain.

But the more intense the sensations inside her vulva became, the more guilt filled the fox spirit's mind as she thought of the handsome face of her beloved man.

The man's thrusting movements were ever-changing, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, then repeatedly penetrating deeper and deeper, constantly rubbing against the walls of her vagina. The pleasure of his penis penetrating her was intoxicating, and the fox spirit moaned softly. The man continued to press down on her back, as if punishing the lewd fox spirit with his penis, thrusting forcefully from behind until her vagina shamelessly overflowed with lustful fluids. The man, finding her moans too soft, slapped her several times on her plump, upturned buttocks, but the sudden pain still made her body tremble.

Gradually, the man became more aroused, his inhuman penis, like a chariot wheel, hard and unyielding, growing stronger with each thrust, almost pushing the human fox spirit to the brink of her body being ruined. The fox spirit remembered the only man she had ever truly loved, a Buddhist monk with flowing white hair.

The last time I enjoyed the game of lovemaking so much was with that monk with hair, with whom I had once achieved a perfect union of body and soul.

After a while, the man's engorged penis, with its bulging veins, seemed about to burst, symbolizing his abundant life essence. The fox spirit's vulva swallowed and released the swollen, erect penis, spontaneously enjoying the shame of being played with. A slight smile played on the fox spirit's lips; she sensed the man's impending ejaculation, a time for her to absorb his life essence. However, she was not truly human, merely taking human form. The fox spirit and the hairy cultivator's regret was their inability to have children, but this also made them enjoy sex even more. She thought of the Buddhist monk who had broken his vow of celibacy for her, the temperature and swelling of his penis. The fox spirit's intense desire to have a man's semen shot into her vulva brought tears to her eyes as she recalled her lovemaking with that cultivator;

and the fact that she had never borne children... The fox spirit, despite possessing the physique and genitals of a human woman, easily maintained her optimal state. Finally, both the fox spirit and the man involuntarily let out joyful roars. The fox spirit's vulva contracted sharply, stimulating the man's penis. Soon, a powerful wave of pleasure washed over them, and the man ejaculated, pouring his semen all into the fox spirit's vagina. The fox spirit enjoyed the sensation of her hips swaying and the man's ejaculation. They maintained this position until the man finished ejaculating, releasing his own life essence, still enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. With each breath, her vulva continued to contract and expand. The fox spirit felt weak and tired. "Little Li'er, this is my love for you!" Was that a cultivator with hair? Jian Wenyingluo, after he ejaculated, spoke words of love. Years of depleting his vital essence had taken a toll on his health and martial arts, but he accepted it willingly. He lingered on the fox spirit's body, and the kind and peaceful nature of the celestial fox spirits drew him close and affectionate. The fox spirit, in turn, was forever willing to be vigorously fucked by this mortal cultivator she loved for her entire life, never tiring of being fucked a thousand times. Several times, during the alternation of day and night, the fox spirit was unaware... He penetrated her cunt several times, filling her with sexual bliss and deepening her love. Then, the Three Religions Alliance attacked Tianhua Mountain, and the cultivators' betrayal led to the complete annihilation of the Heavenly Fox Clan by humans. Just after humans used the "borrowing a path from Yu to destroy Guo" strategy to eliminate the neighboring Hou Clan on the mountain…

At the same time, the exhausted man and the fox demon simultaneously heard a loud shout. A beautiful red-haired woman in ochre robes descended from the sky, carrying a surge of martial aura. Yanmo Qinji? San Nu, still managing to break the invisible barrier set up by the thousand-year-old fox demon, shouted, "Yanmo Eight Qin Laws – What is there to fear in death!" Filled with resentment and burning jealousy, San Nu flicked her bloodied fingers, unleashing a single attack.

In response, Fang Zhiming, seemingly deeply ensnared by the fox spirit's allure, dragged his sweat-drenched, naked body and staggered along, his Zhuqing Sword poised to unleash a retaliatory attack...

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"Dao Tian Ci Fa, Yin Yang Sui Ling, Wu Lei Xue Ling Fu!" Suddenly, Fang Zhiming, who should have been deeply under the fox spirit's spell, stopped in his tracks. While San Nu and the fox spirit were still in shock and confusion, the blood droplet from his right fingertip, just as it was about to solidify, formed a blood-letter incantation in the air, a Daoist spell aimed directly at the thousand-year-old fox spirit, who was also completely naked. As if he had

no intention of pursuing the fox spirit, Fang Zhiming turned and put on his clothes and stockings. At the same time, he added two more talismans left by the Venerable Qingjian, a practitioner of both Buddhism and Daoism, which were the guardian talismans of the Five Pagodas Temple in the town. He clasped them slightly in his hands, ready to strike.

"Ugh... Pfft~," the fox demon suddenly felt a surge of blood, her demonic power inexplicably agitated, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood on the Buddhist temple floor.

The fox demon couldn't understand how the man had broken her seductive spell. She was even more baffled by his extraordinary abilities; with just one move, he had damaged her demonic power and caused her blood to stagnate. His magical power and cultivation were clearly far superior to the Northern Sect Buddhist monk she had previously defeated—above even Lingxin Shangren.

But equally astonished were Yama Qinji and San Nu. Before San Nu could erupt in her arrogant temper and demand an explanation, Fang Zhiming gestured for her to relax and calm her killing intent. Meanwhile, the thousand-year-old fox demon was scrutinizing the human woman before her. "

Truly a captivating beauty from the East!" Fang Zhiming thought to himself.

"What's wrong? Surprised? One of the few remaining thousand-year-old fox demons of the Celestial Fox Clan, who once traveled to Japan for hundreds of years and became famous in 'The Record of a Hundred Strange Demons of Japan'? Volume 32, a great demon... I remember your name... The Japanese called you 'Bone-Eating Night Shackles'? Fox Prince, right? When you were driven away by the Japanese and returned to your homeland in the Central Plains, the name you chose yourself... was Hu Chili, nicknamed 'Little Li'er,' right?" Knowing his enemy and confident of victory, Fang Zhiming's words startled the fox demon.

"How does he know all this?" The fox demon's mind was filled with unanswerable questions.

"From the moment I entered this Forest of Immortality, I began to use extraordinary skills and methods to guard my mind and soul, and with the protection of the talisman left by Master Qingjian... So... from beginning to end, I was just cooperating with you in a play..." Fang Zhiming said.

Indeed, upon entering the forest, Fang Zhiming used the Taoist "Clear Eyes of Heaven" to see through the fox demon's illusion. He also saw that the human-shaped stone pillars standing in front of the ancient temple were actually transformed from the life essence of weakened men.

Furthermore, the Confucian "Ice Heart Technique" and the Taoist "Heavenly Origin Stabilizing Mind Method" made Fang Zhiming invincible, allowing him to effortlessly cooperate with the fox demon's seductive tricks. His aim was to exploit the moment when the men's life essence was being drained during sexual intercourse, and then seize the opportunity to inflict damage on the fox demon's body without sacrificing his own life.

"Have you heard of the 'Crimson Blood Dragon Yang Root'? By chance, I've had the opportunity to consume it three times. It's one of the three most potent fleshy roots in the world, an extremely yang-type tonic. A mortal who consumes just one root is enough to have an unyielding erection for a night with a hundred women; and me... I've consumed three... I think the yang-type medicinal power released into your semen is something even your perfectly cultivated, yin-evil demon body... couldn't withstand!" Fang Zhiming's words cleared up the doubts of the three slaves and the fox demon. They were also surprised that the person before them was not only an excellent actor but also a cunning and scheming individual.
"So what? Hmph! To put it bluntly, what do you want? And who... are you?" the fox demon asked. At the same time, she circulated her demonic power throughout her body and, just as the man before her had said, she vaguely felt a suffocating and uncomfortable yang-type power stirring within her profound yin-evil demonic arts.

"Is this the power of the 'Crimson Blood Dragon Yang Root'? Ha!" The unbelievable demon-slaying techniques of the man before her made the fox demon readily admit defeat, and she chuckled inwardly.

"It's nothing, sigh... After you put on your clothes, come with me!" After gesturing for the three slaves to follow, Fang Zhiming picked up the Bamboo Clear Sword again, his face filled with sorrow, and walked out of the Buddhist hall, once again arriving at the desolate front yard where red spider lilies bloomed everywhere.

Arriving at one of the small, solitary graves where the name on the gravestone had been dug out, Fang Zhiming took a deep breath and unleashed a powerful palm strike! With a single "Three Absolute Palms of Returning Heaven," he instantly smashed the small grave to pieces, the earth collapsing and revealing a coffin underneath.

Once again dressed in a vibrant red kimono, the fox spirit, whose demonic power was diminished, now bore an old sword scar near her right eye, losing some of her former beauty. The silver bracelets on her wrists subtly gleamed beneath the long sleeves of her kimono.

"I am Fang Zhiming, the current supreme arbiter of the three religions in the Central Plains. In the thirty-eighth year of the reign of Emperor Dingzong Mingde, I was nineteen years old. My swordsmanship and fist techniques had reached a certain level of proficiency. Invited by the alliance of the three religions, I participated in the battle that year when the allied forces of the three religions attacked Tianhua Mountain and annihilated the Hou Clan and the Tianhu Clan..." Fang Zhiming's words caused the fox spirit to frown, as if a nightmare from years past was resurfacing.

"But I regret it. The truth afterward was unbearable. From beginning to end, it was all orchestrated by the current leader of the three religions, Lord Zhao Jiufeng, who colluded with the then leaders of the three religions, the 'Three Jade Seats,' coveting the abundant resources and treasures of your Tianhua Mountain. It was a grand scheme of ambition! I was deceived, and so was another person..." Indeed, for example, the secret treasures of the three religions? The Reversal Divine Jade was unearthed here, and it was used to forge the Bamboo Clear Sword, or the Holy Sword of the Three Religions? The original Yin-Yang dual mines bestowed by Heaven also came from this spiritual cultivation treasure land of the Heavenly Fox Clan, and also their birthplace, Tianhua Mountain.

"Hmph! I never imagined... that you, so young back then, would be such a cold-blooded murderer, wiping out thousands of lives in our Heavenly Fox Clan! So... are you going to eliminate me completely today?" The fox demon sneered impatiently at her enemy.

"No, I just want to pass on a message for someone, because he... was also one of those who were deceived along with me during the Tianhua Mountain battle..." As he spoke, Fang Zhiming opened the coffin in the small grave. Inside, besides a skeleton, there was a sword, a scroll, and a silver bracelet kept in an exquisite wooden box.
"His name was Jian Wenyingluo, the predecessor of me as the highest arbiter of the three religions, and also the master of this Three Religions Holy Sword? The one bestowed by Heaven with the Dao... He died in the forty-fifth year of Mingde, after he had traveled the world searching for you for seven years..." Opening the wooden box, the familiar silver bracelet caught her eye, and the fox demon subconsciously raised the hand wearing the bracelet, comparing the two bracelets; suddenly, a chilling feeling flashed through her heart.

"Before his death, he asked me to strive to take over his position as the highest arbiter of the three religions, so that I would have the power to oppose Prince Zhao? Zhao Jiufeng's ambition, to stop his arrogant dream of manipulating the alliance of the three religions to conquer the world and help him seize imperial power! I did it..." She picked up the Three Religions Holy Sword from the coffin? The one bestowed by Heaven with the Dao, once the sword was drawn, the peerless sword whose master was dead was left with only rust marks and dullness.

"And he wanted me to find you, to deliver a message to you, to give you this scroll of sword techniques' secrets, the 'Divine Interpretation Manual,' and his personal reflections, and to bury him here, because this is... the place where you first met. Back then... you were trapped in this Demon-Suppressing Well by Master Qingjian, right? And the sorrowful music you played on your four-hole flute made him recognize you..." The fox spirit, unable to believe the man's words, stared at the stark white skeleton in the coffin, tears welling in her eyes.

"You... you mean, all these years while I was avoiding him, he was actually here... with me...?" The fox spirit descended the stone steps, her vibrant red kimono contrasting beautifully with the red spider lilies beside her.

"I just want to say that he wanted me to bury him in the ground in front of Quanlin Temple, and I did it!" After a shower of stone dust fell from the newly straightened gravestone, Fang Zhiming swung his mottled, rusty sword and carved, word by word, the name of the person buried in this small grave, the one who had been lost along with his beloved.

"A hair of vicissitudes dyed white with snow, the sword heard at Yingluo's grave," as the name was carved on the gravestone, each word a tear rolled down the fox demon's cheek, a tear of longing, a tear of regret, a tear of resentment, a tear of the cruel twist of fate.

"Yingluo! Yingluo... Little Li'er, I... am here... Yingluo!" The fox demon knelt down, prostrating himself on the stark white bones in the coffin, his heart shattering, his tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Ah~", a heartbreaking scream escaped her lips as the fox spirit's tears flowed, carrying with them unspoken love...

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"Hehehe! Hahaha!" Fang Zhiming continued to recount the ins and outs of the Tianhua Mountain battle, leaving the fox spirit speechless with grief.

She lowered her head to peruse the dusty scroll of "The Divine Interpretation" in her hands—the first half detailing Jian Wenyingluo's renowned sword techniques from the Three Teachings; the second half recounting the joys and sorrows, and various trivial matters, of their forbidden love between a human and a fox over the past decade. Suddenly, the fox spirit was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, her pent-up sorrow and regret erupting in a burst of laughter that pierced the hearts of Fang Zhiming and Sannu.

"Oh, heavens! Heavenly Fox Palm!" Her demonic power erupted, and with a flick of her wrist, the fox spirit, its long hair flowing, launched a fierce attack on Fang Zhiming. But Fang Zhiming neither dodged nor evaded, instead bracing himself to receive the blow. Simultaneously, he secretly employed the "Tai Chi Circular Force," a Taoist technique for deflecting force, and neutralized the impact with the ground.

It was unclear what time of night it was, but the moonlight was hazy and unfocused. Within the ruins of Quanlin Temple, shrouded in a ghostly mist, the flickering candlelight shining from the Buddha hall illuminated the fierce battle between the thousand-year-old fox spirit and a martial arts master from the human world.

"Die! Hahaha! Nine Heavens Foxfire Palm!" After one palm strike, the fox demon's long, black hair had turned into a stream of snow-white hair; the fox demon, whose hair had turned white overnight, was filled with lingering resentment. Between the furious palm strikes, a scorching green flame gradually appeared, and she attacked Fang Zhiming again. It was for revenge, for hatred, and for the selfish desires of humans that had destroyed the Heavenly Fox clan, and indirectly for the destruction of her and her beloved's promise of love.

Fang Zhiming also leaped to meet the attack, but the residual force of the "Tai Chi Circular Force" could not be fully released. The attack caused blood to spill from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered back more than ten steps, also suffering some of the burning pain of the green foxfire.
"Ah... Fox Blade Slash? Spirit Fox Howling at the Moon!" With a leap, a sudden flash of cold light appeared, and a silver fox katana, renowned throughout Japan, was already at hand. The swordsmanship was swift and ruthless, making him one of the most skilled swordsmen Fang Zhiming had ever encountered.

"Fang Zhiming! Ah!" A cry of surprise rang out from the sidelines. Enma Qinji and San Nu, who were watching the battle, couldn't help but worry for their lover. However, as the blade sliced down on his left shoulder, Fang Zhiming had already reached out and gripped the blade with two fingers, but he still couldn't avoid being wounded.

However, Fang Zhiming had no intention of retaliating. He pushed the fox demon away with a palm strike and then quickly circulated his qi to heal his wounds.

"Why are you only defending and not attacking?" the fox demon asked. After venting his anger over the three moves, his emotions were still turbulent.

"These three moves, all defense and no offense, are for the sake of trusting the wrong person during the Tianhua Mountain battle that year, and also for the old sword scar on your right eye..." It turned out that on that day on Tianhua Mountain, the fox demon, believing she had misplaced trust and opened the protective barrier, leading to the massacre of her entire clan, lost control and demanded an explanation. She nearly killed Jian Wen Yingluo, another woman who had misplaced trust and felt guilty.

"Brother Yingluo! Be careful!" Just then, she caught the Three Religions Holy Sword that had been discarded on the ground. Heaven bestowed its favor, and with a single strike, she forced back the enraged and remorseful fox demon. Then, turning around, she struck again, leaving the fox demon, whose attacks were completely disorganized, with a sharp sword scar on her right eye, blood flowing freely.

From that moment on, the fox demon and Jian Wen Yingluo never saw each other alive again.

"What's the point? My clan is all dead, Yingluo is gone, and I'm all alone... You... I... These three moves... what's the point?" Muttering to himself, he dropped the silver fox katana, leaving it poised on the ground amidst the red spider lilies. The fox demon, his eyes lifeless and his steps unsteady, became a walking corpse. He then slumped down beside his deceased lover's small grave, holding the "Divine Deduction Manual" that revealed the truth, but could only silently question the heavens.
"What Brother Yingluo wanted to say," the Divine Deduction Manual "is clear at a glance, but... there's another message. He wanted me to have the chance, to personally tell it to you!" This final request, the last wish of his deceased lover, and the regret that had lingered for many years, moved Fang Zhiming to pick up the silver bracelet in the wooden box. It was dull and lifeless, and he carefully wiped it with a white silk cloth.

"Li'er, my love, if I go before you, then let this silver bracelet represent me... Wear it... Connecting with the part of my life that I couldn't finish with you... Live well... I wish you... happiness..." With a choked voice, Fang Zhiming finished speaking and also put the silver bracelet that Jian Wenyingluo had left behind on the fox demon's wrist.

"..." The fox demon was speechless, letting her hands, now complete with the silver bracelets, fall to her sides. Then, with trembling hands, she picked up the four-hole flute that had brought the two of them together, and casually turned to the last page of "The Divine Interpretation." On it, Jian Wenyingluo, who had some knowledge of music, had left behind an unfinished love song dedicated to her fox demon lover, slowly, gracefully, and poignantly.

"Awakening from a dream, still in a daze, or perhaps waking from a dream; you and I are on different paths, separated by the realms of Yin and Yang..." The fox spirit played this love song, a love song that was not yet over, and the sound of the flute was moving; a wave of sorrowful flute music urged the fox spirit to stop, and two lines of blood-red tears flowed from the fox spirit's tightly closed eyes.

Meanwhile, San Nu, who had been secretly sobbing uncontrollably, her nose red, felt the same empathy as a woman. She sat down on the ground and began to play her zither. The piece she played wasn't the powerful Yama's Eight-Tone Melody, but a mournful "Farewell to My Beloved."

As for Fang Zhiming… his swordsmanship was unparalleled in the martial world. Reclaiming the Three Teachings' sacred sword and wielding his old friend's Three Teachings' swordsmanship was like a resurrection, fulfilling his friend's small wish to hear the fox spirit play the four-holed flute again and dance with her sword…

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The next morning, the demonic haze and ghostly mist dissipated, and the sun shone again in the Immortal Forest. The once brightly lit Buddhist hall of Quanlin Temple had returned to its original state—a desolate ruin, nestled among fallen red spider lilies, appearing even more otherworldly and isolated.

"What a pity, I didn't find the Fountain of Youth you wanted!" "What do you mean? Humph! No way! In this shabby forest full of demons and monsters, what Fountain of Youth could you possibly find? I was just momentarily stunned, it's alright!"
Originally, the Demon Lord Yama wanted to find the Fountain of Youth to heal the current leader of all the factions of the Demonic Sect, but in the end, he only rescued the Lingxin Venerable, who was trapped in a human-shaped stone pillar, and a group of male passersby A, B, C, D, and E who were captured by the fox demon on the mountain...

"I don't know if what I did was right or wrong? But you, the protector of the Demonic Sect, and I, the leader of the three sects, are just like the equally unfeeling Brother Yingluo and Sister Fox Demon; so, I'll help you out! Here, the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, the number one healing elixir in the treasure trove of the three sects, I just hope that there will be no more regrets between us..." Rather than letting the war-loving Demon King... With their natural enemy controlling all factions of the Demonic Sect, San Nu wanted to save the Yama Demon Lord, a mature and steady man. Wouldn't it be a good thing for the peace of the martial arts world to allow him to return to power? Thinking

this, Fang Zhiming no longer hesitated to give away the Nine-Turn Golden Pill that could bring the dead back to life.

"It's different, it's different...we won't be like Sister Fox and the others! Look..." Accepting her beloved's kindness, San Nu happily pulled Fang Zhiming's hand to her slightly protruding belly. Suddenly, Fang Zhiming's expression changed drastically, and he immediately spoke.

"I..." "What do you mean, 'I'? Did I give you permission to speak? Once the Yama Demon Lord emerges from seclusion and returns to his original position, my wish will be fulfilled. I'll be the mother, you'll be the father, Piyas will be the wife, and I'll be the concubine. The three of us... will find a place to retire to the mountains and forests, and live a life free from worldly affairs... Okay... it's settled then..." "Hey! Did I agree to that? Hey!" Just as the two of them forgot their identities and started bickering childishly on the mountain path outside the Immortal Forest, a large white fox with nine tails strolled leisurely from the other end of the path not far away and turned back to stare at the two of them for a long time.

"Farewell! Sister Fox Demon!" the two exclaimed in unison, bowing slightly with clasped hands in farewell, watching the white fox's figure gradually recede into the distance until it finally disappeared from sight...

If they could, when they heard the mournful sound of the four-hole flute again, they hoped that the unfinished love song between human and fox would still be played with a plaintive lament, and that the souls of human and fox would be together, able to await that long-awaited peace...

However, years later, outside Honglian Temple in the Nine Fields Plain, Enma Qinji, galloping on horseback, and Fang Zhiming, collapsed on the ground, witnessed a scene of life and death separation that seemed all too familiar...

Perhaps, this is the human world, and the so-called martial arts world!

[The End]

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