Wind Dragon (Revised, Five Thousand Words)

The earth gave no response to Fu Yaozhen's proposal.

Fu Xuanxing, on the other hand, could no longer hold it in. "Y-you... what are you saying?!"

"A way to break the deadlock. This is a secret realm born from the remains of the Wind Dragon King. And among the Nine-Dragon Kings of old, the Wind Dragon King was the only Dragon King who never descended upon Donglai itself."

He had been ambushed and killed by True Immortals midway. He was also the only Dragon King who had not participated in the great sin of destroying a continent.

In Fu Yaozhen's view, such a Dragon King was worth joining forces with.

"Now, you and I are inside his corpse. Though I do not know what sort of bargain he made with the Heavenly Maiden, I do know that if we wish to leave, we cannot do without his aid."

"B-but..."

"No buts. If we do not do this, can you stand against that sword?"

"Th-that is only a sword. If we join hands..."

Fu Yaozhen stared straight at Fu Xuanxing without speaking.

Under her gaze, Fu Xuanxing silently lowered his head.

Fu Xuanxing was innocent and upright, but he was not foolish.

The sword's target was not people, but the "love" produced by human bodies.

Love etched into one's bones and carved into one's heart, hazy and pure first love, lonely and bitter yearning...

So long as a body secreted the corresponding emotional substances, it would be locked onto by that sword. The only difference was the strength of its suppressive effect.

"I study the qin all year round, and my Dao heart is firm, yet even I cannot avoid the occasional stirring of emotion. Let alone you?"

A flicker of embarrassment passed over Fu Xuanxing's face. He still lowered his