You Shouldn't Resist Me

Jiang Zhuoxue is Dragon Race, a fact that Ten Thousand Daos Born did not deliberately conceal, so the people of the Flowing Light Sword Sect knew to some extent. However, they did not expect that Jiang Zhuoxue would say it so bluntly in front of everyone.

Moreover, this person brazenly told everyone that he had not yet passed the tribulation of adulthood.

Dragon Race have long lifespans, so their infancy and adolescence are longer than those of Human Race. Moreover, when Dragon Race reaches adulthood, it must undergo the tempering of heavenly lightning before it can reveal its true adult form.

Everyone was somewhat surprised by Jiang Zhuoxue's words.

None of them expected that Jiang Zhuoxue, who seemed so powerful, had never experienced adulthood.

However, Jiang Zhuoxue cannot be blamed for this. After all, the tribulation lightning was no small matter. He had previously lost all the treasures and weapons of his Dragon Race, and later even created two clones, turning himself into a pitiful and weak little dragon.

In this state, how could he possibly withstand the heavenly lightning? Furthermore, since he was in the Lower Realm, as long as Jiang Zhuoxue didn't actively seek to reach adulthood, the Heavenly Dao wouldn't sense his presence and naturally wouldn't send down heavenly lightning.

Now he has recovered the scales and most of the teeth, as well as the memories he has longed for. It's time to bring back those two clones.

And...

"I want to undergo tribulation and become an even more powerful Dragon Race!" Jiang Zhuoxue said, enunciating each word clearly.

This accident made him realize his own weakness. If he didn't seek greater power, he might never be able to truly protect Sang Ying in his lifetime.

Jiang Zhuoxue didn't want to experience the despair she felt after the spaceship crash a second time.

Now that the biggest problem has been solved, and Jiang Zhuoxue herself has said so, no one has any reason to refuse.

The people inside the hall quickly discussed the matter again, deciding to first exchange Fan Nanjun with the Devil Race. Once Sang Ying was rescued, they would help Jiang Zhuoxue begin her tribulation. Before that, Jiang Zhuoxue needed to summon back her two clones.

"They're already on their way back, so everyone don't need to worry. Nothing will go wrong. Let's think about how to successfully rescue Sang Ying first." Jiang Zhuoxue wasn't too concerned about his own tribulation; his only thought was to bring Sang Ying back.

And perhaps because he was too nervous, he had a feeling that getting Sang Ying back this time wouldn't be too easy.

However, the thought only flashed through his mind, and Jiang Zhuoxue didn't dare mention it to anyone else.

With the two plans initially finalized, Elder Yanhua took the opportunity to inform the Myriad Phenomena Sect. However, he did not disclose Jiang Zhuoxue's matter, fearing that a leak would alert the Devil Race.

Two days later, the former Demon Lord and the new Demon General, who had been imprisoned in the water dungeon for a long time, were dragged out of the Flowing Light Sword Sect with his hands and feet bound.

However, Jiang Zhuoxue's worries eventually came true.

Elder Yanhua and his two companions, who had gone to negotiate the replacement, returned dejectedly in less than two hours. Jiang Zhuoxue and the others hurriedly went up to inquire, only to receive some unpleasant news from Sang Zheng:

"They say they never kidnapped Sang Ying, and no one in the entire Devil Race has ever seen my daughter..."

In just a few days, Sang Zheng had gone from being full of vigor to looking exhausted and desolate. Even when the Sword Sect was besieged and the demon army was pressing in, Sang Zheng had never felt so powerless.

Wen Miaoshu patted her dao companion's shoulder, her expression resolute and decisive. "Those Devil Race said that they were indeed ordered by Fusheng to shoot down the flying boat, but after attacking it, they stopped caring about things here. They admitted to attacking the flying boat, but they refuse to admit that they kidnapped Sang Ying."

They naturally didn't believe it. The Sword Qi from the jade pendant that accompanied Sang Ying had already said that he had personally witnessed a person covered in Demonic Qi taking Sang Ying away!

It's hateful that those Devil Race thought they could cover it all up because they didn't see them capture anyone with their own eyes!

Upon hearing this news, the expressions of everyone present were not good. Jiang Zhuoxue, in particular, looked even more pale than before.

But some people seem oblivious to the situation and insist on making sarcastic remarks at times like these.

"Tsk, I told you long ago that taking me there was useless. To the Demon Lord, I'm just a dog that's somewhat obedient. Without me, he can have other dogs. In comparison, your sect's disciples are more important..." Fan Nanjun's smile froze on his face as soon as he started to curve his lips.

Jiang Zhuoxue raised her hand and grabbed Fan Nanjun by the neck from a distance, lifting him up. She only let go when Fan Nanjun's face turned red and purple and he was almost unconscious.

"Your Demon Lord sent you to attack the flying ship, didn't he?" At this moment, Jiulian also realized what was going on.

There were too few people who came with Fan Nanjun to attack the flying boat at the time, and Fan Nanjun's cultivation level was not high. If he made a rash move and angered them, he would definitely not be able to escape.

Now it seems that Fan Nanjun was just trying to lure away one of his pawns, so that he, the strongest person on the airship, would leave, making it easier to attack the airship and then capture Sang Ying.

Looking at Fan Nanjun's expression, Jiulian continued, "But there's something I don't understand. Why did you capture Sang Ying? Her cultivation isn't the highest, and she's not important enough to affect our battle. I really don't understand what makes you so obsessed with my disciple?"

Fan Nanjun did not answer, after all, even he himself did not understand why Fu Sheng Fusheng so much about Sang Ying. So much that just hearing her name made him eager to sacrifice himself and bring her back.

But he naturally wouldn't tell the truth, only sneering, "That's not something I should tell you all; you should investigate the truth yourselves."

Then, what greeted him was Jiang Zhuoxue's merciless fist. No one present intervened, after all, they had long harbored deep hatred for this Devil Race who led his demon army to conquer many sects.

Meanwhile, in the main courtyard of the city lord's mansion, Fusheng once again approached Sang Ying.

The man wearing an iron mask came up angrily, snatched the branch from Sang Ying's hand, grabbed her slender wrist, and dragged her into the house.

"You summoned people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect to rescue you?!" Fusheng asked through gritted teeth.

He was certain he had been very careful in his actions; even the black-clad man closest to her probably hadn't noticed it was him. How could those from the Flowing Light Sword Sect be so certain that Sang Ying was in the hands of the Devil Race?

The only possibility is that Sang Ying has found a way to contact the outside world.

The thought of this made Fusheng want to explode with anger.

But Sang Ying didn't understand why he was so agitated. She couldn't speak and could only watch coldly as the person in front of her went mad.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I am your master. You should be trying to please me, respect me, and be close to me! Instead of resisting me like this!" Fusheng awkwardly avoided Sang Ying's gaze.

He was filled with complex emotions, a mixture of anger and resentment that felt both unfamiliar and unbearable to Fusheng. He shouldn't have been so swayed by a female cultivator; according to his master's teachings, he should have killed this person who was affecting him immediately.

Fusheng raised his hand and grabbed Sang Ying's neck once again.

But the moment he touched Sang Ying, it was as if his fingers were being burned, and he abruptly released her.

Once freed, Sang Ying hurriedly fled from Fusheng, hiding on the other side of the house before watching him warily.

That resistant and fearful gaze was extremely painful to Fusheng. He opened his mouth as if to explain, but in the end, he left without saying a word.