Long Lie wondered if he should wish for His Majesty, currently in a furious rage, to simply devour this human.
How wonderful it would be if he did! An unshakeable enemy would be gone.
But if he did, and His Majesty continued to rampage, what if everyone else was crushed to death?
Long Lie fell into deep internal conflict. Did he really have to ask this human to whip His Majesty a couple more times?
People cautiously retreated, observing the rampaging Dragon Emperor’s state.
They watched as, under the whip, Long Qinghuang’s rampaging form indeed slowed, a trace of confusion appearing in her dragon eyes.
Long Qinghuang’s initial fury wasn’t complete madness; some of her earlier words had been coherent, not nonsensical, just extremely irritable and unable to think clearly.
But the more she fought, the more worked up she became, especially after swallowing and tearing Du Juan’s spirit, she became even crazier. This time, she truly lost her mind, a desire to tear everything apart surging within her.
Ultimately, the previous spell and the ley lines’ effects had increasingly taken hold by leveraging her inner fury. If it hadn’t been dealt with in time, she might indeed have started indiscriminately killing her own people.
Lu Xingzhou’s choice at this moment turned out to be the best solution.
One lash from the *Da Shen Bian* (God-Beating Whip) directly stunned her *Yuanshen* (primordial spirit), which was in a violent struggle with Du Juan, leaving Du Juan barely alive.
Long Qinghuang, as if half-asleep, wondered, “Wasn’t I angry because this little man on my back was injured? Why is he hitting me?”
Her body still surged forward by inertia, ready to slay anyone in her path.
“Pa!” Another whip.
Long Qinghuang: “?”
Her confused dragon eyes finally showed a hint of clarity, and a touch of grievance.
She finally realized what was happening.
“You hit me…”
“And in front of so many people.”
In reality, Lu Xingzhou was severely injured; he was almost depleted of strength just from managing these two whips, and he lay weakly on the dragon’s back, whispering, “You… the spell isn’t broken. Hitting you can only slightly awaken your reason. The violence in your heart is hard to quell… Go, to where the ancient golden dragon appeared on the main peak of the Holy Mountain earlier, that formation… Let’s go in and see.”
Long Qinghuang, clinging to the last shred of her reason and suppressing the violent urge in her heart, transmitted her voice across the entire area: “Long Lie is responsible for handling the aftermath here, capturing the demon monks, and occupying the Holy Mountain. A’Nuo will assist him… Long Ao, return to the Demon Capital to check on Long Ya’s condition, stabilize the overall situation, and announce Pu Du’s conspiracy with Long Yan and Long Yun to rebel, capturing their remaining confederates. Other matters… will wait until *Zhen* (royal self-referral) comes out of seclusion.”
Without waiting for a response, her dragon body turned and flew straight towards the Holy Mountain.
A formation there was still flickering with a faint light. Long Qinghuang transformed back into human form, embraced Lu Xingzhou, and together they vanished into the formation with a whoosh.
Outside, Long Lie looked at A’Nuo, and A’Nuo looked back at him.
“What does His Majesty’s order mean? For you, a child, to assist me?”
A’Nuo stared at him for a long time with the gaze one would give an idiot: “You understood correctly.”
Long Lie exploded, “Am I inferior to a child?”
A’Nuo said, “I know your irritability is just because your Majesty and your man are getting intimate. I understand that feeling. No need to take it out on a child.”
The observing dragons couldn’t bear to watch, turning their heads away. Long Lie’s face alternated between green and red, almost splitting apart: “Your master is so injured right now, does he still have that capability?”
A’Nuo said, “I don’t know if he does. Do you want to guess?”
Long Lie roared with fury: “What are you all standing around for! Capture these monks! If one escapes, I’ll whip you all to death! And that Chen Yu, why are you running! Come here, refine pills for me!”
The Dragon Clan warriors thought to themselves, “You certainly learned the word ‘whip’ on the spot, didn’t you? Your goddess was whipped, not mine… Oh, she is my Empress.”
Thus, all the Dragon Clan members were in a bad mood, their eyes, a viscous green, staring fiercely at the monks.
Chen Yu: “…”
No one spoke up for him, and he himself barely had the strength to speak.
He didn’t even know if the nightmare of the past few months was just a dream.
Inside the mountain.
This was not a mountain cave, but an ancient ruin.
Though within the mountain, one could see vast grasslands, and even blue sky and white clouds above, a phenomenon caused by some unknown temporal distortion.
At least in the ancient ruins Lu Xingzhou had seen, whether at the bottom of Danxia Mountain or in the depths of the flood dragon’s pool under the glacier where he met Ye Tinglan, they were all places that never saw daylight.
Long Qinghuang appeared in the center of the grassland, holding Lu Xingzhou, staring blankly at the surrounding endless skeletons of ancient exotic beasts. The intense demonic aura stimulated her eyes, making them turn somewhat blood red again.
Lu Xingzhou could somewhat judge that there was indeed an effect of demonized ley lines here. The demonic energy accumulated in this ancient battlefield ruin was simply too dense, subtly altering the ley lines of the entire Holy Mountain.
And if one cultivated within it, the benefits would be enormous. It was no wonder that a mere *Du Juan* (cuckoo) could cultivate to the Super-Grade; this was no less difficult than a Super-Grade *xiang ri kui* (sunflower). So, this was how it was done, mystery solved.
The influence on demonic and wild nature also stemmed from this; being entirely composed of the skeletons of ancient great demons, it naturally stirred the demonic ferocity within one’s body. It was understandable that Long Qinghuang alone couldn’t resist such a massive regional influence.
And that *Du Juan* likely originated from this very place, representing a part of ancient history…
As soon as Lu Xingzhou thought of this, he immediately said, “Don’t kill that *Du Juan* yet. Control it. We have something to…”
Before he finished speaking, he saw Long Qinghuang staring at him with blood-red eyes, grinding her teeth, “You… dared to hit me…”
Lu Xingzhou: “…”
“Since *Zhen* was born, no one has ever dared to hit *Zhen*’s backside!” Long Qinghuang fiercely flung Lu Xingzhou over, raising her hand to slap him.
“Damn it…” Not to mention Lu Xingzhou was completely exhausted from his injuries at the moment, even at his peak, he couldn’t overpower a mother dragon!
It wasn’t a big deal if she hit him, but she better not hit too hard; that wouldn’t be spanking his butt, it would be murdering her husband.
Lu Xingzhou was about to struggle, but then saw Long Qinghuang stop, as if an inner consciousness was restraining her. Her crimson dragon eyes flickered with struggle, alternately bright and dim.
This state was not good, especially in such a place. If her mind were to be re-dominated by wild ferocity, she might really whip him to death.
Lu Xingzhou immediately sought to save himself, transmitting a message with his divine sense directly to the *Du Juan* spirit held in Long Qinghuang’s left hand: “How do you dispel your witchcraft? Tell me quickly, or you’ll be crushed to death too!”
Du Juan, barely alive, gasped, “I’m not going to live anyway. Whether she’s conscious or raging, she won’t let me go. Why not watch you two fight, and let her live in agony once she’s lucid? Haha… Hahahaha!!”
Lu Xingzhou immediately said, “I can guarantee your survival.”
“Who would believe that?” Du Juan sneered, “Long Qinghuang also promised me Holy Mountain autonomy back then, and what happened?”
“Wasn’t it you who tricked her first? How do you have the nerve?” Lu Xingzhou said, “To be frank, my opponent is the Ancient Realm, and you are very likely an ancient relic that has no direct connection to the Ancient Realm, which makes you very useful to me. I will certainly not kill you. As for the future, I don’t promise to release you; whether you can escape from my grasp depends on your own ability, how about it? A ray of hope is always better than being crushed to death now.”
Who wants to be crushed by a mother dragon when there’s a chance to live? A glimmer flashed in Du Juan’s eyes: “How can you prove you’re an enemy of the Ancient Realm?”
“Please, people from the Ancient Realm attacked the mountain a few days ago, which first proved you’re not with them. And Si Han coming to stroll around was sent by me, didn’t you know, you idiot?” Lu Xingzhou saw Long Qinghuang’s struggle diminish and her ferocity grow stronger, feeling anxious, he quickly said, “Hurry, you only have one breath’s chance!”
Du Juan thought to itself, Lu Xingzhou, a mere Grade Three cultivator, had no way of controlling himself. As long as he could take it from Long Qinghuang’s hand right now, it would simply escape, with no need to wait for “later.”
So it said, “I’ll transmit to you a method to temporarily extract her wild nature. When you extract it, she will undoubtedly become more confused. Seize the opportunity to rescue me from her hand. Once I’m out, I’ll transmit the final solution to you, otherwise, the wild nature will surge back, and it will be completely hopeless.”
Lu Xingzhou: “Deal.”
Immediately, a *Fajue* (incantation) for using the ley lines entered his mind.
Long Qinghuang had already raised her right palm.
Lu Xingzhou quickly activated his remaining sliver of magical power, silently reciting the *Fajue*.
Long Qinghuang’s eyes went slightly blank, and her hand relaxed again.
Lu Xingzhou took the opportunity to snatch Du Juan from her left hand. Du Juan flapped its wings, preparing to fly: “Idiot, you think I’d transmit the final solution to you? Hahahaha… Huh?”
A shiny gem appeared in Lu Xingzhou’s hand at some unknown point, encapsulating Du Juan, and he swiftly set up a restriction.
Du Juan: “???”
Where did this Soul-Containing Pearl come from!
The next moment, Lu Xingzhou took out a bag—the kind used by Tianyao Holy Land to capture ancient realm souls attempting to transmigrate and possess bodies. Fang Qihou’s and Duan Ning’s possessors were both captured by this thing. Lu Xingzhou directly placed the Soul-Containing Pearl into the *Yu Ling Dai* (Spirit Taming Bag), and after a double insurance, put it back into his ring.
Before tying the bag, Du Juan let out a final furious roar: “You go back on your word, aren’t you afraid her state will be unsolvable!”
“Since her wild nature has been temporarily extracted, I have my own methods; no need to trouble yourself.”
Du Juan’s vision went dark, unable to see anything anymore.
“Xingzhou?” Long Qinghuang seemed to regain her senses then, urgently saying, “I feel like I can’t suppress the violence and killing intent in my heart. Although it’s temporarily suppressed now, I feel it could surge back at any moment. You should leave quickly… otherwise, I fear I might harm you.”
Lu Xingzhou was truly exhausted and powerless from his injuries. He lay limp on the ground, smiling as he handed over the bag: “Soul-searching. He has the solution. Just dig it out, and it’ll be done.”
Du Juan heard this from inside, cursing, “Is this your method? Lu Xingzhou, I’ll f*** you…”
A furious dragon’s might instantly enveloped it. Du Juan’s spirit felt a pang, losing consciousness.
Almost simultaneously, Lu Xingzhou completely fainted.
Long Qinghuang unhesitatingly searched Du Juan’s soul. The most superficial memory was naturally how Lu Xingzhou, in his weakest state, had successfully gambled in a flash of lightning. Long Qinghuang looked at the unconscious Lu Xingzhou on the ground, her beautiful eyes turning into a pool of water.
Fortunately, it was him… fortunately, she had him.
Long Qinghuang extracted the *Fajue*, sat cross-legged with closed eyes, and quietly circulated her energy.
Not long after, the violence in her heart completely vanished, and reason returned.
But looking at the man beside her, the wild passion could not be suppressed, nor did she want to suppress it.