Her venomous gaze fixed on Qiao Ci, "Qiao Ci, you wicked woman, may you die a terrible death!"
"Noisy." Qiao Ci did not want to argue with her any further.
As she spoke, Feng Fuling's tongue fell to the ground.
Then, Qiao Ci looked at everyone and asked kindly, "Excuse me, do any of you have any other opinions?"
"No, none."
"We'll take our leave now."
"Goodbye."
In a short while, the vast crowd of cultivators left, even Chang Yan, who had fainted, was carried away, leaving only Feng Fuling, covering her mouth with a look of terror and despair.
"Chi Ming, you can take your wife home now." Qiao Ci took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, saying to Chi Ming, who was lurking behind.
"I, I don't want this wife anymore." Seeing that Feng Fuling had become mute and her thoughts were not normal, Chi Ming did not want to take her home.
"Mm." Qiao Ci responded indifferently and ordered the demons to send Feng Fuling back to Chang Yan.
Weren't they deeply in love? Then let them continue to be.
As for Chi Ming, he was later killed by Chong Han in secret.
With the danger averted, Qiao Ci released Chong Han.
Chong Han was displeased and turned his head away, refusing to speak to Qiao Ci.
Qiao Ci held her head with one hand, frowning slightly. Chong Han's intermittent glances saw her discomfort, and he immediately stepped forward nervously to support her, "What's wrong?"
"It's probably because I exerted too much force." Qiao Ci sighed softly, realizing she would need a long period of rest again. If it were her original body, she wouldn't have said so much nonsense.
"Will using that kind of power have sequelae?" Chong Han asked with a frown.
"Probably," Qiao Ci nodded.
"Then don't use it again. If you encounter such a situation, just hide behind me, and I'll protect you." Chong Han scooped her up, "Let's go home."
"Mm," Qiao Ci said with a smile.
*
Chang Yan's cultivation was crippled. After waking up, he expelled everyone from Snow Peak. Before he could succumb to despair, his little disciple descended from the sky, landing heavily in front of him.
Recalling that it was because of her last few words that Qiao Ci had crippled him, Chang Yan's eyes were filled with complexity.
"Abba abba~"
Seeing that she had indeed been sent back, Feng Fuling was overjoyed. Compared to the ugly Chi Ming, seeing Chang Yan again was the most wonderful thing.
However, without her tongue, she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Feng Fuling pointed to her mouth, prompting Chang Yan to find a solution for her.
"I have no cultivation and am no longer worthy of being your master. You are no longer my disciple either." Chang Yan's gaze was cold. "From now on, you are the most lowly errand runner of the Hengjian Sect."
A basin of cold water was poured over Feng Fuling.
The two began to torment each other in this manner. Later, both found liberation, as the Hengjian Sect unanimously decided to cast out the two individuals who had achieved nothing and were prone to excessive lamentation.
Demon Realm,
Qiao Ci and Chong Han soon held a grand wedding. Upon hearing the news, many influential figures from the cultivation world attended.
They had already seen the trend.
Chang Yan was crippled, and no one was a match for the Demon Lord, let alone Qiao Ci, who possessed mysterious power. It was undoubtedly wise to cultivate a good relationship.
On their joyous occasion, Chong Han did not refuse, and even thoughtfully reciprocated each gift with a small present.
Qiao Ci had always been alone and considered the cultivation world her maternal family.
From then on, humans and demons began to attempt interaction. The cultivation world and the demon realm established numerous regulations for their exchanges, which even led to the matter of Hengjian Sect's Second Martial Uncle. He had used a secret technique to disguise himself as a demon and become a live-in son-in-law in a small demon family, living quite comfortably and no longer wishing to return to the cultivation world.
After Chang Yan and Feng Fuling were expelled from the Hengjian Sect, Feng Fuling, despising Chang Yan as a cripple, abandoned him early. Chang Yan, lacking the ability to survive, soon passed away.
As for Feng Fuling, due to her selfish nature, she was disliked everywhere. Without the protection of a powerful master, her fate was also extremely tragic.
The Demon Lord and Demon Empress had no children but lived envied lives. The Demon Lord doted on the Demon Empress excessively, to the point of indulgence. It was said that the Demon Empress was picky about food, and the Demon Lord personally cooked her meals every day.
Later, the Demon Empress's health declined, and her daily life was almost entirely managed by the Demon Lord.
Qiao Ci lived in this plane for a very, very long time. When her life finally ended, Chong Han, terrified of losing her, miraculously recovered memories from previous lives in his panic.
He looked at Qiao Ci with deep affection, "So, we've known each other for so long."
"Yes," Qiao Ci reached out and touched Chong Han, who still appeared youthful. "Don't be sad; we will meet again in the next world."
"Why do we meet in every world..." Chong Han held her hand, his eyes filled with an unshakeable devotion. "Who exactly are you? I'm so afraid I won't meet you in the next world."
"I also don't know why we meet in every world. As for who I am, you will know soon enough."
"Don't be afraid; we will always meet."
Qiao Ci's pale hand brushed against Chong Han's ear, and she softly closed her eyes.
*
Her soul returned to the system space, and a familiar electronic voice sounded:
"Host, you've worked hard! The mission is successfully completed, hehe. The points accumulated are 800,000. Two more missions and you'll reach 1 million, Host, you're amazing~"
"Mm."
Xiao Shaozi quickly changed into a fiery red short skirt and was about to perform an impromptu dance for Qiao Ci, but was stopped.
"I'll rest for a while first; you can do your thing."
Xiao Shaozi looked a bit stunned, "Oh! Then Host, please rest. I'm fine."
Watching Qiao Ci's slender, fair fingers typing away on the keyboard, Xiao Shaozi suddenly realized a problem.
Could it be that the Host no longer liked watching it dance?
Wuwuwu, is Xiao Shaozi too useless...
After a long pause,
"Enter the next world?"
"Mm."
*
"You jinx, you deliberately came to anger me, just like your short-lived mother!"
As soon as she entered the new world, a wooden stick was swung at Qiao Ci. She dodged it quickly.
Opening her eyes, she saw a vigorous old woman scolding and hitting her with a stick. Seeing that she dared to dodge, the old woman became even angrier and threw the stick at her fiercely. Her gritted-teeth demeanor made Qiao Ci have no intention of respecting her.
"You unlucky star, you dare to dodge! You pretended to be sick this morning and refused to get up to cook, but you have plenty of strength to hide from this old woman! I'll call your father right away and have him send you away. I can't possibly serve a living ancestor like you!"
Seeing that Qiao Ci's gaze was expressionless, the old woman, afraid that she might truly resist and be unable to handle her as an old woman, left after scolding.
Watching the old woman leave the room, Qiao Ci frowned, clutching her stomach, she walked forward to close the door, then lay on the bed and said to Xiao Shaozi:
"Receive the plot."