Chapter 224 Qing Ming
"Okay, how is the little fox fairy from Tushan? How about I send you some pills to replenish your body?" Wang Xuan said with a smile.

Tu Yingying survived the miserable days, but he was suppressed. They are truly two brothers in distress.

"It's nothing serious, don't worry."

Tu Yingying glanced at Wang Xuan. She was holding a roasted chicken with her slender fingers. It tasted quite delicious. There were faint oil stains on the corners of her mouth, but she was not aware of it. She asked curiously, "Where are you?"

She swung the camera, revealing an antique boudoir that was exquisitely decorated in pink and white.

"I'm basking in the sun." Wang Xuan said lazily.

"Bullshit." Tu Yingying snorted, but after saying this word she felt unladylike and her pretty face turned slightly red.

"Okay." Wang Xuan showed her the mountain that was pressing down on him, "See? I'm being pressed down by the mountain."

This scene was similar to the scene where Sun Wukong was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain. When Tu Yingying saw it, she couldn't help laughing and was shaking with laughter.

"Shall I come to see you?" Tu Yingying felt that she should go and say hello to her friend.

Wang Xuan waved his hand and said, "No, I'm at the Gate of Hell. There are disciples of the Mountain Gate everywhere. It's not appropriate for a demon fairy like you to come here. I was held here by the Third Master himself. I don't think I can be held here for many days."

When Tu Yingying learned that Wang Xuan had become the true disciple of Xianwu Mountain, she was so surprised that she could hardly believe it.

How did Wang Xuan suddenly go from being a casual cultivator to a true disciple of the Immortal Holy Land?

As a descendant of Tushan, her status may not be as high as Wang Xuan's.

"Surprised? Take good care of yourself and keep yourself plump and healthy. I will visit you in Tushan someday." Wang Xuan yawned, his eyes were deep and bright, and he seemed to be in great spirits.

"You don't look good when you're fat." Tu Yingying shook her head. It is a woman's nature to love beauty.

The relationship between the two was considered very good. Wang Xuan took care of her when she was seriously injured. At that time, she was still in her true form as a fox, and he took advantage of her a lot.

That encounter could be considered a life-long friendship. Although they were of different races, they were all creatures of the Earth. Not only could they make friends, they could even intermarry.

Wang Xuan couldn't help laughing: "Oh, you're still so cute."

"Yingying is an adult now, don't treat me like a child!" Tu Yingying said coquettishly, as if she was acting like a spoiled child.

"Okay, okay, you are a hundred years old now and you are already an adult." Wang Xuan laughed.

He suddenly remembered that Tu Yingying was a fan of his books. She had accidentally revealed her age before. Of course, this age was only equivalent to fifteen or sixteen years old in human terms compared to her bloodline.

"You know? If you know, why don't you start writing? I've been locked up for half a year, but you haven't updated a single chapter! Humph!" Tu Yingying said shyly.

Wang Xuan was full of confidence: "It's already been written, don't worry. By the way, don't you want a female lead role? I've already written it."

He knew that Tu Yingying was actually very curious about human society, but seldom came to human cities, so she could only get a glimpse of it through movies, TV shows and literary works.

"Really?" Tu Yingying was very happy. When she asked Wang Xuan, he refused. She didn't expect that her wish would be fulfilled in the end.

"We agreed that you would come to see me." Tu Yingying's eyes were filled with desire. She had very few human friends, and Wang Xuan was the only one who knew her identity, not to mention that their identities were similar.

"Okay." Wang Xuan responded.

The man and the fox chatted for a long time. Wang Xuan talked to her about the early morning, the Changsheng Group, and his experience in the Eight-Armed Heavenly King Realm.

Wang Xuan suddenly thought of the Celestial Demon Realm in Australia and asked, "Didn't Tushan participate in the development of the Celestial Demon Realm?"

Tu Yingying shook her head. The Heavenly Demon Realm was now the private territory of the Eastern Dragon Clan, and they could not participate in it. The Jiaolong Clan was strong enough to open up the world from level two to level three.

"I heard that there are many monsters in the star field where the Heavenly Demon Realm is located, and that Life Source Star is just one of them. I wonder what kind of accidents will happen in the future." Tu Yingying frowned.

This was something that was only discovered after the Heavenly Demon Realm was conquered.

Wang Xuan was surprised. It seemed that the Heavenly Demon Realm would become a Yellow Spring Realm. The Yellow Spring Star Region was close to an interstellar civilization, and the Heavenly Demon Star Region was also strange.

"It's not our turn to worry about such a big thing, just follow the boss and practice well.

You can collect some herbs and send them to me so that I can make some pills for you. This will speed up your cultivation." Wang Xuan said.

Tu Yingying nodded heavily: "Yeah."

There are really not many monsters who can make elixirs. If they have the help of special elixirs, the speed of cultivation will not only be faster, but will increase several times.

After all, the demon race focuses on accumulating demonic power, tapping into their blood and physique, and making their blood more pure, which is quite different from the approach of humans.

Time passed in a flash and a few days passed. From time to time, injured immortals walked out of the gate of hell and recuperated on their mother planet. Several true immortals also appeared.

It seems that another fierce battle has taken place on the front line of Hell.

This large-scale war is not the cleanup that Wang Xuan and his team did before, to clear out the remaining hell creatures, but a real war. "What a pity." Wang Xuan shook his head. If it wasn't a conflict with Zhao Hao, he should have gone to the battlefield instead of the previous small fights.

Chen Qingniu, Zhou Wu and others have entered the Gate of Hell again. Wang Xuan can only practice alone and look at Zhao Hao restlessly.

The pressure during this period made Zhao Hao's eyes well up with bloodshot. His injuries had already shown signs of solidifying, just like when an ordinary person has a broken bone, the bone continues to grow without being properly aligned.

The aftereffects of the battle with Wang Xuan will really accompany him for a long time in the coming days, and his cultivation speed will probably drop sharply in the future.

How could he not be terrified by such a horrible ending? It was like a waterfall falling on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall down and shatter into pieces at any time.

In the hell, two figures walked out from the depths. They were Fang Shan and He Fang, each holding the head of the Demon King in their hands.

He Fang was smoking a pipe, and his slightly weathered white hair fluttered in the wind in the mist. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a slightly hunched back.

On Fangshan's forehead, there was a dark hole the size of a walnut that had not yet healed. The remaining power of the devil was difficult to expel, and he looked very terrifying.

The two of them joined forces to chase after the two lower-level demon kings. It was extremely difficult to kill a demon king in a foreign land like Hell.

What's more, when they took action, they were facing more than just two, including a demon king of the middle level.

But even though they were beaten up by a group of people, the two still achieved such results, which shows their strength. Of course, the risks are also extremely high.

"Is it serious?" He Fang asked again.

Fang Shan shook his head: "I can't die."

Compared to He Fang, his fighting power was slightly inferior, so he was attacked and killed by a hidden middle-level demon king. Such a strong man was not weaker than him, so he suffered serious injuries.

Returning to the gate of the realm, looking at the huge figure, wherever a person is is the sacred mountain. In a place like the hell realm, a piece of pure land can be purified.

Fang Shan bowed and said, "Greetings, Senior."

Although they were in different mountain gates, the Third Ancestor of Xianwu was half-immortal, and was higher than him in terms of cultivation, seniority, or age.

"I am using this merit to redeem my disciple Zhao Hao. He has a stubborn and unruly character, and I failed to teach him well. I hope you will show mercy."

The Third Immortal Martial Ancestor nodded: "Yes."

The head of a demon king is worth a planet of life, let alone a small mistake.

Of course, if Fang Shan wants the Three Immortal Martial Ancestors to give him this face, he needs a stepping stone, otherwise he has no right to ask for it at all.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Senior."

Fangshan put down the Demon King's head in his hand and turned to walk towards the gate.

He Fang also put down the ferocious head in his hand and prepared to leave. Although he was a disciple of Xianwu Mountain and had a close relationship with the Third Ancestor, he still had to follow the rules.

No matter what price Fangshan paid, he also paid the same price. This was to maintain the relationship between Xianwu Mountain and Tianjian Mountain. They both had the same standards in their hearts.

The Third Ancestor suddenly spoke, and in a pure voice he called out, "Where are you stopping?"

He Fang had no choice but to stop and said, "What do you want, father?"

The man in front of him is the ancestor of the three veins, but he is also his father. Few people in the mountain gate know this.

"You are so young but you act like an old man. How can you behave like that?" He Qingming scolded. He Fang lived for two hundred years, but no matter how old he was, he was still his son.

"Time makes people grow old. The body is not tired but the heart is exhausted." He Fang said.

"What hurdle can a man not overcome?" He Qingming said, "You have the freedom to live your life as you wish, and I cannot interfere with your decision.

But I've waited for two hundred years, you have to give me a grandson, right? Do you want the He family to be extinct?"

His other child had died in a foreign battlefield, leaving only He Fang as the only child. Even though he had an extremely high status and cultivation level, and had reached the level of half-immortality, he still had obsessions in his heart.

He Fang scratched his head. He was speechless when his father asked him such a question.

"Father, it won't be a problem for you to live 100 million or 200 million years. If you break through to the immortal level, you can live as long as our mother planet. I may not live as long as you, so there's no need to worry about it, right?

Things for children will naturally come when the time comes, so you don't have to worry.

If you are in a hurry, you can give birth to another son. With your level, it is easy to leave a bloodline."

"Ha." He Qingming sneered, "If a war breaks out, I might die someday. If you want me to die with regrets, then it's up to you."

He Fang said nothing more, bowed and left.

(End of this chapter)