The daily life of a max-level immortal cultivator

Chapter 238 The Hidden Past

Yan Zhong stayed behind, while Liu Jungang left with Yan Qifeng.

Just as the two figures were about to disappear from sight, Liu Jun silently turned his head and glanced at the dying Tao Li one last time. Something flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then he left the place as usual.

The mountaintop is covered in snow all year round, and everything in the Ligu Palace remains as usual.

Yan Qifeng had become much more talkative, constantly recounting his experiences over the years, while Liu Jun remained as composed as ever.

Not long after, Yan Zhong also returned, but his expression didn't seem very good.

"Father, have you found out who that person is?"

"Um……"

After agreeing to Yan Qifeng's request, Yan Zhong hesitated again.

"who is it?"

Yan Zhong frowned, looking preoccupied, and didn't answer him. Instead, he gave the order:

"Qi'er, you need to handle the affairs of the palace well these next two days. I need to go out for a while."

Then he turned to Liu Jun and said, "I am busy with family matters. If there is any inadequacy in my hospitality, I hope you will forgive me, Immortal."

Liu Jun wasn't particularly surprised: "It's alright."

Yan Qifeng asked, puzzled, "Father, is it about someone in the clan?"

Yan Zhong turned and glanced at him twice, but did not deny it: "We'll have to confirm it before we know."

It seems to be almost certain. The fact that he personally went to confirm who that petty thief was back then suggests that he was no nobody.

After giving his instructions, Yan Zhong left without stopping, leaving behind a bewildered Yan Qifeng and a thoughtful Liu Jun.

Yan Chong was gone for half a month, but there was no news of him at all. When they finally received news of him again, he was being carried back to Fandu, half-dead.

"what happened?!"

Yan Qifeng, looking flustered, followed the group being transferred and loudly questioned them. Only then did the elders manage to stop and restrain him.

“Young Lord, Your Majesty was already like this when we met you at Huangyuan. We didn’t have time to ask what happened. We heard that the Immortal Qingjun was here. We are too weak to cure the spell on Your Majesty, so we thought we should send Your Majesty back as soon as possible so that the Immortal Qingjun could take a look.”

"Yes, yes, is the immortal here now? Your Majesty cannot delay any longer."

Who is looking for me?

No sooner had he finished speaking than Liu Jun appeared before everyone.

The group quickly bowed, and Yan Qifeng replied, "Qingjun, my father has just been sent back and is in critical condition, afflicted with some unknown disease. Could you go and help investigate?"

A look of surprise flashed in Liu Jun's eyes, but he didn't say much, only saying, "Lead the way."

The group then hurriedly went to Yan Zhong's room.

As the residence of the Demon Emperor, the room was naturally very spacious. However, many people had gathered there, making the room feel somewhat crowded. They were all looking at the person on the bed, with a mix of emotions.

The arrival of these people drew everyone's attention.

"Everyone stand down!"

"Yes."

These people immediately filed out, and soon only Liu Jun and Yan Qifeng remained, while the elders simply stood guard outside the door.

Liu Jun stepped forward and glanced up and down at Yan Zhong, whose face was pale and whose eyes were closed.

The rebellion in the demon realm caused his cultivation level to drop to the Golden Core stage. Over the years, his cultivation has only recovered to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, with no further progress.

A dignified demon emperor, yet he only possesses this level of cultivation. Too many people could have killed him. If it weren't for the loyalty of his ministers, his son who is at the Nascent Soul stage, and Liu Jun's support and assistance back then, the demon realm would be in who knows what kind of chaos it would be in today.

Withdrawing his spiritual energy to investigate, Liu Jun tilted his head in thought, his expression becoming more inquisitive.

"How is he? My father..."

“That’s strange. There’s both ghostly energy and demonic poison, but your father’s mind hasn’t been taken away, and he has no external injuries. Moreover, this poison… is not a counterfeit.”

"You mean, the old man might have come into contact with that person?"

"Yes."

"...Can the old man still be saved?"

“It can be cured, but this poison is mixed with ‘cumulus snow dust,’ which is different from the previous demonic poisons. We need to be more careful.”

Yan Qifeng's expression was solemn: "Please, Qingjun, you must save my father. I will remember this kindness forever."

Liu Jun looked at him and smiled lightly: "You owe me a lot, this one won't make a difference."

Yan Qifeng lowered his head shyly: "Yes, I owe Qingjun, and I may never be able to repay it in this lifetime..."

Liu Jun turned around, his eyes now showing a more serious expression.

"You go out first."

Yan Qifeng glanced at her, then at Yan Zhong lying down, and decided not to delay any longer.

"Ah."

After saying that, he got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Liu Jun turned his head and glanced in the direction of the door, then immediately set up a barrier before looking back at the person lying on the bed, flames gathering in his hand.

The accumulated snowflakes were not from this world, making them even more difficult to remove. Her Nine Nether Glazed Fire was no longer what it used to be, and its power was far less than before, so she dared not guarantee that she could completely remove it.

Fortunately, the demonic poison on Yan Chong's body was not much and had not lasted long; only a small amount of the accumulated snow dust remained.

An hour later, a dark, droplet-sized object was peeled off and floated in mid-air.

The demonic poison has been removed, and the ghostly energy has been burned away completely. However, it was only peeled off and not burned away by the Nine Nether Glazed Fire, which shows how tenacious it is.

Just as he was about to put away a black jade box, it suddenly flew out of control at high speed towards him and pierced his fingertip. Even though Liu Jun was prepared, he was still no match for its speed.

……

"Xing'er, Xing'er..."

It sounded like someone was calling her. Liu Jun turned around, but saw nothing. It seemed like she had fallen into endless darkness.

……

"Xing'er, stop! They... are all innocent."

stop?

Why stop?

They are innocent, but what about him? Isn't he innocent too?

Smoke and fire filled the air, blood stained the mountains and rivers, the sky fell, the divine realm was shattered, death and bloodshed permeated everywhere.

This place, which was once so beautiful and peaceful, is now an endless, desolate, and chillingly terrifying place.

The Hell Without Streams was breached, and the gods of sin poured out. The former paradise was instantly transformed into a blood-soaked abyss, and the most deserving of death, ridiculously, tried to find someone's figure.

"Xing'er, why, why did you have to do this..."

why?

Why……

She never forgot that reason, that ridiculous reason, that led her to commit such a colossal mistake.

Her trip abroad was a mistake; she shouldn't have done it, she shouldn't have...

Liu Jun's eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood was red with a hint of black, like a dead thing, and it solidified and turned completely black in a short while.

Liu Jun casually wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, but the ruthlessness in his eyes did not completely disappear.

She had never shown such an expression before, at least not in the thousands of years since.

"A mere snowflake dares to try and control me..."

As the blood vessels receded and the crimson faded, Liu Jun looked at the pool of black blood on the ground, his expression slowly returning to normal until there was not a trace of emotion left.

Looking at the person lying on the bed whose face was still pale, and then glancing at the bloodstain on the floor, the person turned around and the bloodstain disappeared. The person then walked to the door and opened it.

Yan Qifeng and the elders were still standing outside the door. As soon as they saw the person come out, they surrounded them and asked questions.

"How is my father?"

"The demonic poison has been removed, and he will wake up later."

"That's wonderful! You're a miracle worker, a divine healer!"

"I am relieved that Your Majesty is unharmed. Thank you very much, Immortal."

The group chatted amongst themselves, leaving Yan Qifeng no chance to interject. However, Liu Jun took the initiative to say, "Come with me; I have something to tell you."

Away from the noisy crowd, the two finally arrived at the rooftop where they used to hang out. Liu Jun sat down first and then gestured for him to sit down as well. The two sat side by side, just like before.

The snow on the summit never melts, but today is a fine day with neither wind nor snow.

"I'm leaving."

The cold voice suddenly entered his ears, and Yan Qifeng was stunned for a while before turning his head to look at her.

"Is it because you're not comfortable staying here?"

"No, it's just..."

Liu Jun looked at him seriously: "I came to the demon realm only to investigate the demon poison. After this matter is settled, I have other things to do."

Yan Qifeng remained silent for a long time before asking, "Can't we... stay a few more days?"

Liu Jun turned his head to look into the distance.

"I'm happy to see you again."

"...But, that's where it ends."

It seems he has never understood her, not in the past, and not now.