Chapter 15: Changed by Love

Seeing this, Little Huayan was not at all angry. She lifted her eyes to gaze up at Beiming Yanhua’s towering figure, her expression obedient and tinged with a gentle smile.

“Don’t spend all day fighting and killing. Looking at how adorable I am, how could the Immortal Lord bear to harm me?”

As she spoke, her dirty hands tightened their grip on Beiming Yanhua’s thigh.

Beiming Yanhua narrowed his eyes dangerously, as if he might grab Little Huayan with one hand and toss her out.

Sensing the tension, Little Huayan cried out, “No matter what, I won’t let go! Even if you, Immortal Lord, kick me once again back into the Eternal Dream of Water and Sky, I will never let go!”

Beiming Yanhua had only meant to frighten this reckless little flower demon, but upon hearing her words, a cold smile suddenly flickered in his eyes.

He looked coldly at Little Huayan sprawling on the ground, her small face twisted in pain yet forcibly smiling, clearly afraid he would abandon her. He raised an eyebrow.

Beiming Yanhua crouched down and, unable to restrain himself, gently stroked Little Huayan’s cheek with his hand.

Perhaps because his hands were cool, Little Huayan’s expression seemed to ease, becoming a bit more comfortable.

Yet with care comes confusion, and Beiming Yanhua felt extremely annoyed. He spoke harshly to Little Huayan, venting his temper.

“With such weak spiritual power, you still neglect your cultivation. Even when you’re framed, you don’t know how to protect yourself. Tell me, little flower demon, do you think your life is too long?”

Little Huayan listened to Beiming Yanhua’s cold, caring words, pouting and coaxing the great demon king before her.

At the same time, she tightened her grip around his leg, as if afraid he’d leave her behind.

“I knew it, Ice Block—you’d definitely come to save me. From now on, I’ll practice diligently and live a long, long life.”

Beiming Yanhua glanced down at his thigh, nearly squeezed apart by Little Huayan, yet he didn’t get angry.

But as he listened to her naive yet sensible words, his eyes flashed with fury, and the muscles in his face twitched with barely suppressed rage.

“If I hadn’t come looking for you today, you’d have already been devoured by the monsters in the Abyss of Mo Yuan, little flower demon.”

Their eyes met. In the arch of Little Huayan’s brows and the depths of her gaze seemed to dwell a sliver of moonlight, alluring and mysterious.

Beiming Yanhua’s heart unexpectedly skipped a beat at the sight, but he quickly regained his composure, returning to his usual indifference.

“They’re spirit beasts, Ice Block. I promise I’ll protect myself and help you find the Flower of Corpse and Bone.”

Beiming Yanhua’s eyes swept over her, his lips moving gently as his cool voice drifted out.

“When will you, little flower demon, finally understand the meaning behind my words?”

The hearts of men are treacherous, yet she knows not how to protect herself, always quick to trust. He sighed deeply, sounding as though weary with age.

Yet, seeing Little Huayan obediently cling to his thigh, Beiming Yanhua couldn’t help but marvel: the great Demon Lord, utterly at the mercy of a little flower demon, with no solution but to kill her.

Suddenly, Beiming Yanhua scooped up the chattering little flower demon in his arms, launching into action without warning.

“Ah!” Little Huayan looked on in astonishment as the domineering Beiming Yanhua lifted her.

With her leg broken, she couldn’t walk anyway, so she resigned herself, nestling obediently in Beiming Yanhua’s arms, a gentle smile on her lips.

“Ice Block, thank you.”

The sudden expression of gratitude caught Beiming Yanhua off guard.

A trace of barely noticeable joy flashed in his eyes, and his heart brimmed with a sweet fragrance that cleared his mind.

Carrying Little Huayan in his arms, Beiming Yanhua walked through the Mo Yuan Forest, so silent that not even the chirping of insects or birds could be heard—only the soft crunch of footsteps echoed.

The twisted branches, illuminated by the cold moonlight, cast eerie, ghostly shadows on either side.

“Ice Block, how did you find me?” Little Huayan’s sudden question broke the forest’s silence.

How could Beiming Yanhua tell this foolish little flower demon that he had cast a Soul-Severing Curse on her in the Ancient Witchlands?

He’d originally intended to spare her life for future use, but unexpectedly, it had become her protective charm.

No matter where she was, the Soul-Severing Curse would guide him to this naive little flower demon.

Carrying her in his arms, Beiming Yanhua teased, “You truly are blessed, little flower demon. Even after falling from such a great height, you only broke your leg and suffered a few scrapes.”

Little Huayan, not to be outdone, flattered him, “My good fortune is all thanks to you, Immortal Lord, mighty as the heavens.”

Suddenly, Beiming Yanhua halted, listening intently for any sound within a mile.

From the shadows of the dense forest, a pack of monsters with sharp fangs and pointed snouts began to circle, preparing to strike.

Little Huayan curled up warily in Beiming Yanhua’s arms, realizing danger was near. She dared not utter a word, fearing to distract or alarm him.

These monsters, drawn by the scent of blood, had been trailing Beiming Yanhua and Little Huayan all along.

Beiming Yanhua knew well that the beasts of Mo Yuan were unlike any other—at the faintest whiff of blood, hundreds or thousands would gather in pursuit.

Pairs of eyes, glowing red and green, emerged from the shadows, growing fiercer under the moonlight.

The monsters licked their knife-like teeth, bodies shuddering in anticipation of attack.

A cold glint appeared on Beiming Yanhua’s face as a powerful, illusory red aura erupted from him, as though the very abyss beneath Mo Yuan was about to explode.

The swarming monsters closed in, encircling Beiming Yanhua tightly.

He held Little Huayan securely, ready to strike. With a single kick, he sent the charging beast flying five meters away.

Unexpectedly, this kick forced out a Xuan Yuan Pearl from the monster’s belly.

“That’s the Xuan Yuan Pearl.”

Suddenly, Beiming Yanhua soared into the air with Little Huayan in his arms, tens of thousands of ghostly Netherfire bolts raining down, slaughtering the monsters below.

The monsters were torn apart by the Netherfire, their flesh and viscera scattering.

Little Huayan’s heart leapt to her throat at the sudden ascent. She squeezed her eyes shut, muttering softly, “Heavens! I’m flying…”

Beiming Yanhua ascended into the sky precisely so Little Huayan would not witness such carnage.

Noticing her fear of heights, a trace of satisfaction curled Beiming Yanhua’s lips as he called out, “Windslayer!”

From the depths of the Mo Yuan Abyss, a massive black mist appeared, swirling with demonic energy as if to swallow the very heavens. Its form was like an endless mountain range, furious and awe-inspiring.

Little Huayan stared in shock at the colossal dragon that appeared in midair, her features paling and eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

“What a huge dragon…”

Holding Little Huayan close, Beiming Yanhua leapt onto the azure dragon.

With a surge, the dragon soared through the clouds, its head and tail unseen, thundering upward and breaking through the skies, taking them out of the Abyss of Mo Yuan.