Summoning: Azure Emperor

Inside a magnificent pavilion littered with fragments of plant roots, stems, and brilliant flowers, a handsome young man with graying temples and an ashen face held a longsword. Green flames flowed along its blade.

Anger, pain, tenderness, and other complex emotions intertwined in his eyes. Their richness was enough to make every modern actor ashamed.

One measure of genuine emotion surpassed ten measures of acting. Even an ordinary person's sincere feelings could move hearts more deeply than an excellent actor's performance.

"Darling, it wasn't what you thought."

The beautiful young girl, lovelier than the flowers scattered across the floor, wore a pitiful expression. Huddled by the wall, her slender gauze robes barely covered her body as she sobbed softly.

"That Old Devil Tang possesses formidable abilities. His plant-based demonic arts are renowned throughout the Southern Continent, striking fear into countless righteous cultivators. No one dares provoke him."

"You and I became husband and wife ten years ago. When we were honeymooning by West Lake, we happened to encounter that demon. That very night, the old devil came to our door in secret and threatened me with your life."

"I... I truly had no choice. I could only offer myself to the demon, hoping that one day, when your divine arts reached completion, you would rescue me from this den of demons."

By this point, the girl was crying bitterly, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was as mournful as a cuckoo crying blood, enough to break the hearts of all who heard it.

"Yan'er..."

The pain in the handsome young man's eyes deepened. As he recalled every moment of meeting and growing close to the lovely girl before him, his killing intent gradually faded, and the green radiance around his sword dimmed as well.

He murmured softly.

"It's not