Chapter 772 Emotional Outbreak
He was also the first person to open up a peaceful situation between humans and demons.

Murong Ji sighed softly, watching Butler Fei and Wang Quan Shouzhuo supporting each other and walking inland with each other, as if they had returned to their youth...

After the rain, Wang Quan Shouzhuo was playing by the pool and fell headfirst into the pool. Fatty Fei handed him a branch to pull him out, but who would have thought that this guy would not come out of the pool.

One is helpless, the other is happy.

"Master, what should we do with these people..."

Murong Ji came back to his senses and turned to look at the flames in the sky, which were being collected into the Xuanhuojian in an orderly manner. It would take some time to collect all the flames.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the blood of the Eastern Spirit Clan in the air and on the ground suddenly gathered in his palm, turning into a blood ball, which Murong carefully put into a jade bottle.

Glancing at the remaining several seriously injured Eastern Spirit Clan members, Murong Ji said calmly, "Eastern Spirit Clan, we should indeed keep some of our descendants and send them to Shenhuoshan Manor for treatment!"

"Qin Lan is a very clever girl, and she has many ways to mess with them."

Huang Shiren was speechless, but didn't say much. Seeing Murong Ji staring at the sky, he knew that his master was thinking about how to open the secret realm of the East and go in to plunder the resources of the Eastern Spirit Clan.

After absorbing all the flames in the sky, Murong Ji still couldn't figure out what was going on. "The Eastern Spirit Clan's spatial means are more advanced than mine!"

After putting away the Xuanhuojian, the imperial coffin headed towards Tushan.

Judging from the time, the two old men won’t live long, so I must attend their funerals.

After returning to Tushan.

After a short rest and finishing the matters at hand, he headed towards Tianxuan City in his coffin.

Huang Shiren still has to deal with some issues on the human border, and many things will not be calm after a war.

Everything needs to be dealt with, including stabilizing people's hearts, dealing with the underwater monsters, the corpses burned to death by the Lord on land, floods, etc.

A battle at the human race's East China Sea border, half a year later.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo died of illness at the border of the East China Sea. Wang Quan Baiye led the Wang Quan family to the border of the East China Sea to collect his body.

At the same time, Butler Fei fell seriously ill and had not much time left. Before he died, he begged Dongfang Huaizhu to allow the bloodline of the Wang Quan family to be traced back to his ancestral home.

From then on, the young master of Shenhuoshan Villa abolished the skills of the Eastern Spirit Clan, sealed their bloodline, and changed his name to Wang Quan Fugui!
Half a month later, Butler Fei died of illness on the way to escort Wang Quan Shouzhuo's coffin back to Tianxuan City.

The era of the two human nobles' conservative kingship, which had a profound impact on both the human and demon races, has come to an end.

Murong Ji stood in the courtyard of Wang Quan's family, followed behind Wang Quanzui, and sent the coffins of the two away to the ancestral tomb of Wang Quan's family.

Only after all matters were settled did Murong Ji have a moment of leisure.

I couldn't help but think carefully about what happened in the past few years. After the Mutian City incident, the strength of both humans and monsters suffered heavy losses.

The demon race has a long lifespan. The demon kings, headed by Gai Taijun and Beishan Jiye, had hundreds of years of cultivation destroyed in an instant, especially their temperaments, which had been tempered for a hundred years, mostly disappeared in the golden morning light.

He was able to escape from the golden dawn, but his power was greatly weakened.

Several high-ranking members of the Human Race's Dao Alliance not only saw their cultivation levels greatly reduced, but also lost their lifespans and foundations. Over the years, many masters have died one after another.

Of the eight people who had participated in the Mutian City plan that year, only the old lady of the Qing family, the head of the Yang family, and the head of the Li family who had never entered the city were left.

The rest of the Taoist Alliance masters whose spiritual powers were borrowed remotely also died one after another.

Now that Wang Quan Shouzhuo is dead, the highest fighting force of the entire human race is only Murong Ji himself. Murong Ji is too lazy to take care of small matters and lets Wang Quanzui take care of them.

Some major events involving Taoism will definitely involve Murong Ji.

There is no way, because of the strong strength, there is a natural right to speak.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, looked at Wang Quanzui who was still sobbing beside him, and gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her.

Shortly after returning to Qingyun Mountain, a few months later, Chen Quan suddenly became critically ill.

When Murong Ji heard the news, he was still a little confused. For his adoptive father, this should be the prime of his life.

Unlike other high-ranking members of the Taoist Alliance, Chen Quan did not have any injuries and was much younger than these family heads. Over the years, Murong Ji had also paid great attention to his physical conditioning.

The age of fifty or sixty is the prime time for a cultivator.

After coming to his senses, Murong Ji took Wang Quanzui and walked towards the Xiao family.

This was the second time Murong Ji entered the Xiao family after so many years, but he still didn't have a good impression of them.

He walked directly into Xiao Wanqing's yard and saw Xiao Wanqing's nominal mother standing in front of the door looking at the entrance of the yard, as if welcoming his arrival.

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then bowed as a sign of respect to the host's mother.

"Get up, your father... has been waiting for you for a long time."

When he entered the door with Wang Quanzui, he saw his mother Mang Shirui, half-kneeling in front of the bed, seemingly whispering something to Chen Quan.

Murong Ji then realized that Xiao Wanqing was giving them both a final moment to talk.

For a moment, I couldn’t describe the feeling.

Chen Quan is not a qualified father, but he is also a pretty good father. He does his best and fulfills his responsibilities.

After a moment of silence, Murong Ji walked forward and half-knelt in front of the bed, "Father."

Chen Quan supported himself with his arms and leaned against the bed with difficulty, forcing a smile on his pale face, "You're here." Murong Ji knew what had happened to him when he heard his voice.

His cultivation was almost completely drained away, making him no different from those high-ranking members of the Taoist Alliance. He also participated in the battle of Mutian City that year.

There was silence for a moment, and Murong Ji didn't know what to say. In the past, the father and son had some topics to talk about, such as the development of the situation, but now... they really didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, Chen Quan suddenly asked, "You know Jin Chenxi, right? Then I..."

Murong Ji raised his head abruptly, looking into Chen Quan's eyes, and realized that he already knew that he, like the Jade Luan, had long since passed away...

He nodded and said nothing more.

Chen Quan seemed to understand something and let out a long breath, "No wonder Shi Rui had this attitude."

Murong Ji turned his head to look at his mother Mang Shirui and saw that she looked normal, without much worry or sadness.

Only then did I realize that I had written down many things on paper and placed them in my study or on Qingyun Mountain.

My mother, who is in her fifties and lacks my company, will naturally look through those things when she has nothing to do and will naturally learn some secrets.

Murong Ji sighed lightly and said nothing more.

A few days later, Xiao Ning came to report that Chen Quan had passed away...

Murong Ji put on mourning clothes, selected a location as the Chen family's ancestral tomb, and welcomed Chen Quan into the tomb.

After seeing off the guests, Murong Ji stood in front of the grave in silence for a long time. Suddenly, someone put a cloak on him.

Turning his head, Wang Quanzui was standing beside him, looking a little worried, "Take care of yourself, the person... is gone, and he hasn't suffered much in these years... just..."

"I'm not sad, I just feel a little emotional." Murong Ji said lightly.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a golden light slowly emerged from the mound. The light gathered in Murong Ji's palm and turned into a small ball.

Jin Chenxi!
Without saying anything more, he took Wang Quanzui back to Qingyun Mountain.

After that, Murong Ji moved down from Qingyun Mountain and lived in Chenjiazhuang, and he settled down in Chenjiazhuang ever since.

My mother, Mang Shirui, has a low level of cultivation and is unwilling to live in Qingyun Mountain.

at the same time.

Jiajia Village.

Tushan Honghong and Dongfang Yuechu sneaked into the bushes.

Soon, a pair of figures passed by them and hurriedly ran towards the temple ahead.

Dongfang Yuechu cautiously poked his head out and looked at the two of them, wanting to see clearly what the protagonist of this mission looked like.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Tushan Honghong pulled him into the bushes again.

Then there was the sound of many noisy footsteps.

"That monster is nearby! Find her quickly. We must not let this scandal get out! Otherwise, how can our Jia family survive!"

The chaotic footsteps gradually faded away, and Tushan Honghong suddenly poked her head out from the grass. Her fox ears moved again and again, and she sniffed subconsciously, as if she was checking whether the surroundings were safe.

Dongfang Yuechu slapped her on the face. Tushan Honghong looked really unbearable, looking so silly and cute.

She was completely different from the domineering fairy sister he had in mind.

"gone!"

Tushan Honghong rushed out from the bushes. Dongfang Yuechu came to his senses and hurriedly followed.

At the same time, he turned around and glanced at those people, "The Jia family is not very powerful in the Taoist Alliance, but it is almost there. Their son has a relationship with a little monster with demonic power?!"

It's a bit like a rich boy falling in love with Cinderella.

The two of them found the couple before the others in the Jia family did, and followed them quietly to a temple.

When I looked inside, I saw two young lovers arguing about something in the temple.

Seeing the people in the room, his pupils shrank, and something he was trying to suppress was suddenly disconnected.

In an instant, the demonic energy around him surged, hatred surged, and anger took over, Tushan's red pupils turned blood red.

Before she could make any move, the young Taoist priest from the Jia family suddenly took out a talisman, opened it, and placed it above the temple, activating it with all his strength.

This scene made Tushan Honghong think of something instantly, just like the scene when she and Rongrong were captured in the dilapidated temple that year. She instantly remembered the little Taoist priest whom she accidentally killed.

"Heavenly Net Talisman!"

Tushan Honghong almost gritted her teeth and uttered those words. In anger, she punched the entire temple and collapsed it. "Are you doing this to her?"

"Sister Fairy!"

The demonic power around Tushan Honghong surged, rising layer by layer, and in a flash she reached the level of the Great Demon King.

(End of this chapter)