Chapter Four Hundred and Seven: Mental Illness
In short.
Long Xiao never anticipated that the trump card in front of him, Young Master Sang, was made from the ten billion spirit stones that his Demon Clan sent to curry favor with Si Jingzhu.
If he knew the truth, he might just cough up blood and die from anger on the spot.
Meanwhile, Young Master Sang had successfully achieved the result he desired with this hidden card.
…The leader of the Fox Demon Clan, Hu You.
The bloodline barrier surrounding them was activated by him.
The moment Sang Zhe injured him, his x-ray vision had already spotted the weak point in the bloodline barrier enveloping the canyon.
Right now, his original body stood at that very spot.
Hu You, who had just been slashed with a sword, staggered to his feet, his anger more evident than ever. Zhen Fu beside him also spat out his tongue, staring intently at Young Master Sang.
“Sang Zhe!”
Long Xiao roared, “Even if you have such a trump card, do you really think you can defeat the four of us today?”
“Who said I wanted to defeat you?”
Sang Zhe smiled casually, casually cutting through the air behind him with the Dream Jun Sword.
Riiiip.
It seemed as if something was being torn apart in mid-air.
Instantly, Long Xiao and the others reacted.
“You bastard!”
Long Xiao’s eyes turned red as he roared in fury, “You despicable rat! Trying to run away?”
“Of course. Who has the time to waste here with you?”
“My time is incredibly valuable, you know.” Sang Zhe grinned and shrugged.
Hu You and Xuan Ao immediately roared and charged at Sang Zhe, while Zhen Fu unreservedly spat all its venom towards Sang Zhe.
Long Xiao, furious to the point of howling at the sky, caused dark clouds to gather, and the world-ending thunder rolled ominously within them.
Sang Zhe merely waved his sword, splashing the incoming venom aside before smiling playfully.
“See ya!”
And then, just as the endless purple thunder rained down like giant dragons about to strike…
His figure vanished from the spot.
Only a brutal scene of a thunder pit remained in the canyon.
The force of Long Xiao’s enraged attack was terrifying.
The endless purple thunder violently struck every inch of the canyon, forcing the leaders of the three clans to retreat involuntarily.
As the purple lightning gradually dissipated, the devastated canyon, riddled with holes, finally revealed itself.
Unfortunately, not only was it barren, but Sang Zhe’s figure was also nowhere to be seen.
At that moment, Long Xiao’s breath became increasingly unstable. After a long while, he finally raised his head and let out a deafening howl.
“Sang! Zhe!”
“Our Demon Clan! Will never coexist with you!”
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Atop the mountain of Buqi.
The cold wind howled on the peak as Shi Qingyan gazed intently toward the canyon.
Watching the chaos unfolding, while her expression remained calm, the worry in her eyes was unmistakable.
At that moment, Sang Zhe’s figure suddenly appeared in a blur.
“Sang Zhe!”
“I’m fine.” Sang Zhe gently pulled Shi Qingyan into his arms, patting her back reassuringly.
“Wow… that was thrilling.”
Sang Zhe looked at the nearly flattened canyon in the distance, unable to help but pat his chest, “I managed to slip away right under the noses of the four Great Ascendant Realms of the Demon Clan.”
“That was intense, absolutely exhilarating.”
“And this doppelgänger is even more useful than I imagined.”
With this thing,
Even if he faced such danger again, he would almost be invincible.
This doppelgänger not only had access to the same mask mode and Original Immortal Talisman’s abilities as his original self, but it also allowed him and the doppelgänger to switch positions at will.
Incredible stuff.
“Good to know you’re fine.” Shi Qingyan sighed in relief, her long eyes drifting over Sang Zhe’s face for a moment.
“Now…”
Sang Zhe stretched lazily, then sighed with a bit of a headache and helplessness.
“We should see what that little princess of the Dragon Clan is up to.”
“Where’s that kid?”
“Since she left the canyon earlier, she’s been sulking in a corner.”
Shi Qingyan turned her head and glanced at a cave around the corner.
As Sang Zhe entered the cave, Long Huan was curled up against the wall, hugging her knees.
Her originally fair face was now pale and colorless, and her cherry lips were trembling constantly.
“It’s over… Daddy’s going to kill Sang Zhe… What if my child ends up without a daddy…”
Sang Zhe twitched at the corner of his eye and walked over slowly, “Why are you still thinking about your child?”
The moment Long Huan saw Sang Zhe, a dazed look crossed her eyes.
In the next second, a soft and delicate little girl pounced straight into Sang Zhe’s embrace.
“Wow!!”
“You’re not dead… Woo, that’s great!”
“Did you really think I was stupid enough to go get myself killed by your dad?” Sang Zhe rolled his eyes, “Come on, I’m strong too, you know.”
Long Huan wiped her eyes, her flushed cheeks adorned with faint tear streaks, making her look incredibly cute.
“I always thought Daddy was the strongest in the world.”
“But it seems,” she suddenly wore a sweet smile, “Your kid’s dad isn’t any weaker than mine.”
Sang Zhe: “?”
“Calling him ‘kid’s dad’ already?”
Sister! Have you forgotten! I’m the kidnapper who brought you here!
Shouldn’t you be worried about how your dad would feel if he heard what you just said? He’d want to personally smack your behind for being such a dutiful daughter!
“Sang Zhe~”
She gently embraced Sang Zhe’s waist, resting her little head against his abdomen, her tail gently swaying behind her: “Let’s go back to the Human Clan and have our child together, okay?”
“I-I brought you the Original Immortal Talisman you wanted.”
“I’ve read about your Human Clan’s customs in novels. My demands aren’t high… I can be a concubine, just to be with you and raise your child.”
“We’ll raise the child to be healthy and chubby, and once Daddy calms down, I’ll talk to him and let him accept you as his son-in-law…”
For some reason, Long Huan’s words were filled with sweetness and happiness, as if a newlywed couple were dreaming about their blissful future.
Sang Zhe couldn’t reconcile the cute little girl in front of him with the spoiled and unreasonable brat from a few days ago.
“…Hey, Nian Nian.”
Sang Zhe quietly asked in his heart, “Isn’t the little princess’ mental state a bit off?”
“Isn’t it your problem, Host?”
Nian Nian huffed, “If you weren’t trying to scare her with talks of pregnancy and kids, would she be this disturbed?”
“It’s just a little scare about being pregnant, what’s the big deal?”
“The Demon Clan’s reproductive process is difficult, that’s why they’re more sensitive about offspring.”
Nian Nian explained: “The little princess has never been taught about sex, but the topic of pregnancy has come up often with her parents.”
“You scared her about being pregnant, then told her you were really a kidnapper. She’s just an immature little girl, and after going through all that, it’s no wonder her mind is in such a mess.”
Sang Zhe cleared his throat and asked, “Speaking of her condition, it kind of feels like…”
“Exactly.”
Nian Nian’s voice was slow as she replied:
“…Stockholm Syndrome.”
