Chapter 155: Two Bodies

At this moment, Qin Xuanxi was no longer on Dushan Mountain, yet the Xuanqing Palace still dared not send anyone directly to investigate the mountain. After all, the enemy’s situation was unclear, and the murderous Demon Lord might still be lurking within Dushan.

The current condition of Xuanqing Palace was much like that of the Lanyue Sect—no Immortal Lords had emerged for centuries. With no Immortal Lord-level figure stationed within the sect, confidence was naturally lacking.

Therefore, after sect leader Meng Xingmo ordered disciples to thoroughly investigate Dushan, he immediately sent out an urgent call for aid via spirit birds to their four allied “brother sects”: Lanyue Sect, Shenfeng Sect, Tianxi Sect, and Qixing Sect. The message was terse, containing only three words: “Danger, urgent aid!”

This unknown Demon Lord had already slain one elder of Xuanqing Palace on Dushan Mountain, with motives unclear. Meng Xingmo naturally feared the assault might be aimed at the entire palace, so timely assistance was the most rational and correct course of action.

News of the Dushan banquet quickly spread throughout Xuanqing Palace. Upon hearing this, Zhang Zixuan immediately rushed to Yan City. She needed to confirm whether Song Ye had attended that banquet; until she verified this personally, she could not rest easy.

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At this moment, Qin Xuanxi remained near Dushan, secluded in a lone mountain. The matter of Wei Ying’s reincarnation continued to trouble her deeply. After all, it was all speculation—there was no concrete evidence indicating that the Wine Immortal was Wei Ying reborn.

Even if the Wine Immortal truly was Wei Ying reincarnate, how could Qin Xuanxi be certain that her and Song Ye’s descendants would indeed be a new incarnation of Wei Ying? Her sole reference was a passage from an ancient text, which stated, “Wei Ying is usually born among the descendants of someone who had a deep emotional bond with him in the previous life.”

Qin Xuanxi recalled that the author of this ancient text was named Jiang Yi.

But here was the problem: if her first child was not Wei Ying reborn, should she try for a second?

The very thought surprised her—it was almost inconceivable that such an idea could arise in her mind. Simply entertaining the notion of bearing Song Ye’s child was already extraordinary, considering she was supposed to be investigating her master’s death. Yet somehow, her search was morphing into a mission to have a child with Song Ye.

However, upon reflection, bearing a child for Song Ye was not entirely impossible. She was, after all, a fusion of Immortal and Demon bodies.

This fusion meant she had two fully independent physical forms: one Immortal cultivation body and one Demon cultivation body. Even if her Immortal body were injured and bleeding, it would not affect her Demon body.

Thus, childbirth could be carried out by the Immortal body, and once she switched back to the Demon body, she would remain intact—still the lofty and inviolable Xuan Yuan Demon Lord.

Moreover, her Demon body had now mastered the primordial supreme Chongming Demon form. How could Song Ye’s mortal body possibly affect her Demon physique? Therefore, childbirth must be the task of the Immortal body alone.

When she first emerged from the ancient Xuanhuang Domain, the power of the ancient Demon body was unstable and even interfered with the Immortal body. It took her an entire day and night of recuperation to fully control the Demon body’s power, completely locking the supreme Chongming Demon power within the Demon body.

Hence, her current Immortal body was unaffected by the Demon power—pure and authentic.

She had spent three centuries without uncovering the truth behind the Wine Immortal’s death. But if she pursued pregnancy and childbirth, with a bit of luck, the truth might emerge within a few years.

And if this path proved wrong, Qin Xuanxi vowed to track down every descendant of Jiang Yi, the author of the ancient text, and bury them alive one by one!

Yet, despite this resolve, Qin Xuanxi did not know where to begin. After all, in over three centuries of life, she had never imagined that one day she would use her own body to bear a child.

Although it was her Immortal body, it was still a real, tangible form.

This was a matter of great importance; she had to proceed cautiously.

So once more, she took out the mysterious Xuan World Stone from the Hongyang Ji clan, hoping to enter it and search for any clues related to her master.

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Meanwhile, in Yan City, Zhang Zixuan went straight to Song Ye’s small courtyard in Pear Blossom Alley. Seeing no sign of him there, her heart immediately tightened with anxiety.

She then flew above Yong’an District, scanning the area from the sky. Finally, by the banks of the Yi River, she spotted Song Ye’s figure, and a heavy stone that had been suspended in her chest finally dropped.

Song Ye was fishing by the Yi River; after all, he had yet to complete his daily “fishing” routine.

But now, fishing was no longer just a task for him—it had become a way to while away the endless boredom of his days.

Beside him stood a low table, upon which rested a wooden tea set and a toad-shaped tea pet—essentials for any refined angler.

He sipped tea and nibbled on steamed buns, occasionally glancing at the river’s surface.

At that moment, Zhang Zixuan appeared before him.

Startled for a moment, Song Ye then smiled and said, “Master Zhang, you wouldn’t be here just to beg for my steamed buns again, would you?”

Zhang Zixuan shook her head, offering a reassuring smile. “Brother Song, luckily you didn’t attend that Dushan banquet.”

Hearing this, Song Ye’s heart tightened immediately.

Something had happened at the Dushan banquet? Surely Qin Xuanxi had gone on a killing spree again.

After all, the female demon’s reputation was that of a bloodthirsty killer who eliminated witnesses and even wiped out entire clans to solve problems.

Song Ye had thought of this before and tried to dissuade her from attending the banquet, but she had not listened.

“I don’t know the way to Dushan, and by the time I got there, the banquet would probably be over. So I didn’t go—I even threw away the invitation,” Song Ye said with a smile.

Naturally, he could not tell Zhang Zixuan that Qin Xuanxi had gone to the banquet as his future wife. If word got out, he would get into trouble as well.

Zhang Zixuan said, “Good that you threw it away—you did the right thing. Just now, a Demon Lord-level demon cultivator appeared on Dushan and slaughtered all living beings there.”

“In that case, I narrowly escaped disaster,” Song Ye chuckled. “By the way, when are you planning to bring Song Yan back?”

“I... my master agreed that Song Yan could stay and train in Xuanqing Palace for a while—give her a chance to see how well she cultivates,” Zhang Zixuan lied.

She certainly did not want Song Ye to know that Song Yan had to help the Sun Immortal sweep floors in the palace to be allowed to stay.

Song Yan’s choice was her own, and telling Song Ye would only cause him unnecessary worry. Given his limited abilities, he could not help her anyway.

Therefore, keeping it from him was better for both him and Song Yan.