The sword shadow was sharp, and the wind blew thick ashes towards them, blowing Chu Yanchuan’s robe and long hair. He stood quietly there. Occasionally, a few scattered demons attacked him, but Chu Yanchuan remained motionless and raised his hand to smash them calmly.
The demons in the Northern Region are indeed different from those in the South. Not only are their magic tricks mysterious, but their consciousness is also stronger. Jing Feirong can even vaguely distinguish a few of their faces, which are close to a human’s, vaguely embedded in the deformed black and red bodies, giving off a sinister and twisted horror.
Over the years, most of the demons that appeared in the Demon Realm were scattered demons with chaotic forms and incomplete consciousness. Once a demon king with a human form appeared, a fierce battle was inevitable. However, under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Realm and the Underworld, even if the demons occasionally had a commotion, it would not be a big deal. But now, demons with human forms are constantly appearing, and the Northern Region is experiencing frequent abnormalities. Even with little thought, Jing Feirong knew that it was related to the Demon Seal.
The Northern Region, the Demon Seal, and the Withered Swamp.
This territory was completely unfamiliar to Jing Feirong. On one hand, all the officials are responsible for their duties. He was a young general who had only been in office for a few hundred years. Although he was the fifth prince of the heavenly realm, but he had no right to inquire about the jurisdiction of the underworld. On the other hand, the Heavenly Emperor had almost openly forbidden Jing Feirong from setting foot in the Northern Region.
But the Heavenly Emperor asked him to come to the Northern Region today.
Jing Feirong was so excited and cheerful when he came here, but now doubts were creeping up on him. When he put away his sword and turned around, he looked at Chu Yanchuan standing in the wind and sand and felt that something was wrong.
The sword was sheathed, and Jing Feirong walked back. His spiritual energy had not yet calmed down, causing his hair and clothes to flutter. His face was solemn and cold, and his heart was troubled. His brows were furrowed tighter, and he still looked full of murderous intent.
Chu Yanchuan extended his hand toward him.
Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment, and his spiritual energy calmed down instantly, like folding wings, and he calmed down. He widened his eyes slightly, feeling a little embarrassed and at a loss, but he still stretched out his hand obediently.
Chu Yanchuan held Jing Feirong’s hand, lowered his eyes to look at his palm, and asked, “Was Your Highness the Fifth Prince injured just now?”
“No.” Jing Feirong blinked and stared at Chu Yanchuan’s face. Ever since he went to the battlefield, he never cared about minor injuries and pains after the war. The Heavenly Emperor always only cares about the results of the war, and if his brothers and sisters were to say, it is good enough that their fifth brother is still alive. Injuries are inevitable, and this little pain is nothing.
But Chu Yanchuan was different. He took the initiative to heal him last night, and now he was holding his little hand and asking him if he was hurt. Jing Feirong felt that he was surrounded by gentle care—although Dijun looked cold and indifferent, he was really good to him.
He loves me so much.
“Dijun.”
Chu Yanchuan raised his eyes, “What’s wrong?”
Jing Feirong pretended to be calm. “Is Dijun so worried about me?”
Chu Yanchuan paused, then nodded. “Yes.”
Jing Feirong felt that even flowers were about to bloom in this demon realm. There was a bright, sunny sky above his head with soft white clouds and beautiful scenery.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince.” Chu Yanchuan flicked Jing Feirong’s palm, and the blue totem slowly emerged. Chu Yanchuan softly said, “Do you know what this totem is?”
Jing Feirong nodded. “Fourth sister told me that this is a totem unique to the ancient gods to suppress evil spirits.”
Jing Feirong couldn’t control the curve of his mouth. He paused for a moment before continuing, “Since Dijun has given it to me, I will keep it well.”
“It’s good that your Highness the Fifth Prince thinks like that.”
Chu Yanchuan led Jing Feirong’s hand and walked to the edge of the barrier of the Withered Swamp. He placed his palm over it, and the barrier slowly took shape. At the same time, Jing Feirong saw that the vague light blue above the Demon Seal suddenly became a little thicker, and then the patterns in it gradually became clearer.
It’s exactly the same as the totem on his palm.
“Your Highness has also seen it.” Chu Yanchuan spoke slowly: “The evil spirit in the Demon Seal has taken on a human form. The reason why the Northern Region has been extremely unstable over the years is that the effectiveness of the barrier and the seal has gradually weakened. The evil spirit has been able to release its demonic spirit to feed the surrounding demons, grow its evil power, and attract the chaotic demons to actively enter the seal to offer sacrifices, thereby increasing the evil spirit’s own cultivation.”
“So…” Jing Feirong understood immediately after seeing the totem, “Dijun has always been in charge of the Demon Seal and the barrier of the Withered Swamp?”
“Yes.”
Jing Feirong frowned. “Controlling the barrier is very tiring.”
It was more than just tiredness. He had personally drawn a barrier during a battle, using his cultivation as a seal. The barrier was connected to the divine vein, and it always affected the soul. Every time the barrier was hit, it would affect the whole body. If it was not repaired in time, the soul would be in pain. Jing Feirong had only tried it once, and he was tortured to the point of being miserable. He turned pale when he heard about it.
So he found it hard to imagine how Chu Yanchuan did it. It was not done overnight, but day after day for thousands of years. Even if Chu Yanchuan was powerful, the situation in the Northern Region was so bad. With the rampant demons and frequent wars, it would take a lot of effort to ensure that the barrier was not broken.
“Father asked me to come to the Northern Region because he wanted me to take over the management of the Withered Swamp from Dijun, right?” Jing Feirong finally understood. He looked at the totem in his palm, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Then Dijun transferred this totem to me just because of this matter, right?”
It has nothing to do with personal feelings, it’s just a transfer of positions, is that right?
Chu Yanchuan shook his head.
“The jurisdiction of the Withered Swamp is destined to be handed over to Your Highness. I gave the totem to Your Highness because, on one hand, I wanted to make it easier for Your Highness to take over. On the other hand, I don’t want Your Highness to get hurt. If there is a way to keep you safe, I will spare no effort.”
Jing Feirong opened his mouth and slowly looked into Chu Yanchuan’s eyes. Those eyes were really beautiful, like a clear spring in the desolate and dark Demon Realm. There were no overly strong emotions, but they were calm and cold. However, he was always serious and confident when he spoke, with a calmness and indifference that made people believe in him.
“Your Highness can rest assured. With the blessing of the totem, even if the barrier is connected to the divine vein, it will not affect the soul too much. Your Highness is a dragon with a pure bloodline. Now that your cultivation is more refined, it is not difficult to stabilize the barrier.”
“Even if there is nothing, as long as you say it, I will do it.” Jing Feirong said in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, Chu Yanchuan was stunned and blinked slowly.
“I mean…” Jing Feirong coughed as if to cover up: “As a general of the heavens, I will naturally obey orders, even if I don’t have a totem, even if my cultivation is very poor, as long as it is what I should do, I will definitely do it.”
But when I think about how much you worry about me, I can do better.
“Dijun has been in charge of the Kurse Realm for so long, you must be tired. As Dijun’s… En… I should share the burden with Dijun. This is normal.” Jing Feirong became more and more unnatural as he spoke. He turned his eyes away calmly, but the tips of his ears had already turned red.
Chu Yanchuan was speechless. He was unfamiliar with the word “share.” As the founder of the ancient gods, his peers had long since retired from the world and had entered seclusion, no longer concerned with the affairs of the six realms. Only he was still guarding the northern region, guarding the barrier and the seal. Almost no one was able to share the burden for him, but Jing Feirong could do it, and he said he was willing to do so.
Seeing that Chu Yanchuan didn’t say anything, Jing Feirong turned his gaze to the seal, then drew his sword and slashed his palm.
It was very painful, but Jing Feirong endured it without saying a word, maintaining a calm and composed appearance in front of Dijun.
Rich dragon blood flowed out. Jing Feirong raised his hand and pressed it against the barrier, the barrier trembled violently, and the dragon blood immediately spread out, as if flowing in the blood, magnificently covering the entire light circle, a dense blood color. Spiritual energy rose up, the barrier changed its owner, and it began to tremble greatly. The light became stronger, illuminating the faces of the two people and the flying hair.
Jing Feirong dipped his fingertips in blood, drew a talisman in the air, and silently recited the incantation. The blood talisman flew above the barrier, then exploded, turning into golden light and sinking into it. As soon as it touched the barrier, the blood color disappeared, and the light and wind subsided.
“Alright.” Jing Feirong withdrew his hand and turned to look at Chu Yanchuan. “Leave the barrier to me now. Dijun, you…”
Before he could finish, Chu Yanchuan grabbed his hand and continuously sent spiritual power into the wound.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince has grown up.” He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the two people’s overlapping hands, and he suddenly said something.
Jing Feirong really couldn’t stand to hear such words, as they reminded him of how many generations apart he was from Chu Yanchuan and also reminded him that Chu Yanchuan had seen him wet his pants when he was a child—this would affect the normal development of their relationship, which was not good.
“In a few days, it will be the Lantern Festival in the human world.” Jing Feirong looked at Chu Yanchuan’s drooping eyelashes with a serious expression, but his tone was very casual, as if he were just asking casually, “Does Dijun want to see the lanterns?”
Chu Yanchuan was silent for a while, raised his head, looked at him for a moment, and then said, “I want to see it.”
“Does Your Highness the Fifth Prince want to go and see it together?” He asked.
Jing Feirong turned his head and smiled foolishly at the empty Demon Realm, then turned back with no expression on his face and said, “Alright, then let’s go take a look together.”
The room was a mess. Jing Feiyun had his hands tied behind his back. His eyes were red as he gritted his teeth and cursed, “I’m going to kill you…”
Yu Cang leaned over and pressed the back of his neck, saying calmly, “Your Highness the Third Prince is joking again.”
“What exactly do you and Dijun want to do…” Jing Feiyun panted, his voice hoarse. “It is impossible for father to suddenly order Feirong to go to the Northern Region…”
“Yes, I lied to the Fifth Prince. The Heavenly Emperor did not tell him to go to the Northern Region today.”
Jing Feiyun shook his shoulders fiercely and said in a hissing voice, “Then are you crazy?”
“Dijun and I are both very clear-headed.” Yu Cang whispered, “Your Highness the Third Prince, now let’s concentrate on our work and don’t mention him.”
