The Hatred of Having One's Wife Stolen

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon have left, but the mallards remain.

This is very likely a contingency plan from the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon in their early years. If Zhang Xuezhou dies, the mallard duck can serve as a replacement.

In fact, mallards have also performed this operation.

The noisy clamor continued, accompanied by the mallard ducks' reminders to Zhang Xuezhou to relax and not resist, lest they find it difficult to switch places.

"Quack, I'm going to be a human!"

The mallard quacked loudly, and Zhang Xuezhou felt darkness appear before him, as the familiar passageway opened up.

"As long as the void remains, I shall endure forever!"

"Those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

The believers' rousing prayers brought protection, ensuring the safety of Zhang Xuezhou and the others as their three souls and seven spirits traversed the world.

"Ouch, ouch! You bunch of good-for-nothings, speak louder!"

Zhang Xuezhou, with his powerful spirit, felt no discomfort, while the mallard duck clearly had some difficulty. Zhang Xuezhou felt the joyful sounds connecting his mind turn into painful howls.

The shuttle relationship established between the mallard duck and Zhang Xuezhou is clearly somewhat unstable, making passage extremely difficult.

A glimmer of light appeared in the darkness, and the voice in Zhang Xuezhou's mind became clearer and clearer.

The twisted tree chair reappears.

Zhang Xuezhou moved through the crowd with ease, his expression natural, and he also looked at the mallard ducks whose expressions were dull and lifeless.

The sound still echoed in Zhang Xuezhou's mind, but the mallard's spirit was like a puppet on a string.

Only those with a strong spiritual sense can observe this movement clearly, an ability that mallards obviously lack.

The mallard's current state might be similar to Zhang Xuezhou's situation in his early years, except that Zhang Xuezhou didn't quite understand how they communicated.

He and the mallard duck made a soul-to-soul connection, and the two completed their exchange.

The mallards began to occupy his ailing body, giving Zhang Xuezhou a chance to return to reality and check on his condition.

"Teacher?"

Just as Zhang Xuezhou was about to leap in the direction the mallard was leading, he saw a figure crawling not far away.

He spoke up to ask a question, and saw the figure raise his head with a dejected expression.

I'm about to die!

The Emperor's spirit showed signs of aging, and his spirit was even more listless.

"Did he corrupt my body?" the Emperor asked.

"Yes," Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Has your master's wife not discovered the truth?" the Emperor asked.

"Yes, it's difficult for Master's wife to discern the truth in a short time, but she may be able to distinguish the facts in the future," Zhang Xuezhou continued, nodding.

"Were you beaten to death by your master's wife?"

"I wasn't killed, I'm still alive, and I've already returned to Chang'an City!"

The Emperor seemed to be aware of the situation Zhang Xuezhou would face after returning to Kunlun. He asked a series of questions with a hint of disbelief, clearly astonished by Zhang Xuezhou's ability to escape.

"I've calculated that the probability of your death is 100%, so how could you possibly have escaped back to Chang'an City?" the Emperor asked, looking up.

I'm so lucky!

Zhang Xuezhou replied.

His escape from Kunlun was indeed due to good luck; he benefited from the favored power of 'Bai' and was pulled away, allowing him to escape quickly.

Without this ability, Zhang Xuezhou would have been doomed. No matter how he flew, he would have been caught. Moreover, he needed time to recover from the injuries inflicted by the Empress and Emperor before his flying ability could return to normal, making it impossible for him to compete with other powerful beings in flight.

"Luck!"

The emperor wore a bitter expression.

Those who are skilled in luck will suffer a series of misfortunes if they encounter a backlash. The Emperor did not need to think about it to understand his own predicament.

Even if he could return to Kunlun Kunlun, it wouldn't make a difference; he would face an even worse fate.

Having witnessed the tragic ends of many great cultivators on the tree chairs, the Emperor's mindset was balanced, but he couldn't help feeling a bit lifeless, as if he would sink and be buried here like these great cultivators, and then everything would vanish into thin air.

Zhang Xuezhou had good luck, while the Emperor had a string of bad luck.

Hongjun had commanded the Emperor not to leave Kunlun, for fear that he would die if Kunlun did. The Emperor never expected things to be so accurate.

The Emperor had often made predictions in the past, but he couldn't imagine how he could possibly end up dying.

He was familiar with Daojun Lu Ya's flying knives; Daojun could not kill him with a single strike.

He was familiar with the Three Pure Ones Heavenly Venerables and knew their abilities. Not to mention that one emperor could fight the Three Pure Ones, he could handle them without any problem. Once they returned to the Kunlun Grand Formation's home ground, the Three Pure Ones would also be defeated and forced to retreat.

The Jade Emperor rarely makes a move, and his strength is somewhat unpredictable. However, the Emperor is well aware that the Jade Emperor's abilities are limited, otherwise he would not have been suppressed by Yuanshi Tianzun and others.

Having eliminated his few remaining rivals, the Emperor felt that no one else posed a threat to his life, and he found it even harder to imagine how he could be killed.

It wasn't until he intervened in Zhang Xuezhou's affairs that his soul left Kunlun once again.

His first spiritual journey went smoothly, but the second one had a fatal impact, leaving him with no chance of recovery.

"Will the teacher come with me over there?"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed in the same direction, indicating that the Emperor could follow him.

If the Emperor is willing to wait, he can guide the other world when the next travel cycle arrives.

"My soul will be separated from my body for forty-nine days and then it will be scattered and useless no matter where I go," the Emperor said, shaking his head.

"You can attach yourself to some brain-dead, dying people," Zhang Xuezhou said. "I may not be very talented, but as long as I can leave that place, finding you a body won't be a problem!"

"Possession only allows me to prolong my life; I can't accept this fate!"

The Emperor shook his head.

His mindset was probably similar to Zhang Xuezhou's difficulty in accepting Ji Wuyan.

Zhang Xuezhou chose to treat his illness out of sight and out of mind, while the Emperor preferred death to becoming a cripple.

That would not only erase the Emperor's cultivation, but also imprison him in the death of a collision of souls.

Unless Zhang Xuezhou can find a high-level body with three souls and seven spirits that can roam the dead while the physical body still exists, the Emperor can barely maintain the status quo.

A long time has passed. Nearly forty days have passed since the Emperor left his physical body. The Emperor does not have many days left, and Zhang Xuezhou is currently in danger of losing his own life. How could he possibly fulfill the Emperor's needs?

"Go and take a look," Zhang Xuezhou urged. "If you go and take a look, there might still be hope; if you don't, there's no hope at all!"

Knowing that the Emperor only had nine days left before his soul departed and his spirit scattered, Zhang Xuezhou was well aware that the Emperor would not be able to wait for the next uncertain time travel cycle.

When Zhang Xuezhou returned to the other world, his landing point was not Kunlun. He was unable to defeat the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, let alone bring the Emperor back to himself.

Due to various factors, the Emperor had no choice but to follow him into the real world.

As for the situation in the real world, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't guarantee it at the moment. He only knew that if he was still alive, they would definitely be in the Sinkhole No. 2, and they could only wait until they came out of the sinkhole before discussing the matter.

"You must be unwilling to accept such a defeat," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"I am indeed unwilling, but what can I do?" the Emperor said dejectedly.

"The hatred of having your wife stolen is irreconcilable; you shouldn't just let it go like this," Zhang Xuezhou advised. "If we're lucky, perhaps one day we'll have a chance to fight our way back and end all that should never have happened!"

"The hatred of having my wife stolen!"

The Emperor's divine soul clenched its teeth.

His feelings for the emperor and empress had long lost their novelty, but the longer they spent together, the more inseparable their relationship became, like his own body.

Regardless of the Emperor and Empress's nagging, scolding, or even physical punishment, these things that used to annoy the Emperor now seem so precious and unbearable to lose.

He clearly couldn't bear the sight of the emperor and empress being forced into marriage by the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon. A flicker of anger resurfaced in his eyes. He no longer wallowed in the emotions of the defeated as before, and he rallied his prostrate soul.