Chapter 1043 The Eve of the Decisive Battle

In the empty conference room, Palace Master Zhisha removed her silver mask, revealing her true face to Zhang Yuanqing.

Her features were eighty or ninety percent similar to "Little Aunt," with the remaining difference lying in her temperament and charm.

Little Aunt was cute and playful, with a hint of *yu*.

Palace Master Zhisha was charming and mature, with a hint of playfulness.

At the same time, she possessed an indistinct maternal radiance, gentle and kind.

This was a change brought about by the promotion in level.

She looked at him with a smile, "Apologizing for what?"

Zhang Yuanqing did not answer directly, but said to himself, "There are some things that I didn't confess to you at the beginning. I didn't think it was necessary at the time, but now I want to say that after being contaminated by the Fallen Holy Grail, my spirit and Bing Ge's gradually developed problems."

"The evil thoughts in human nature began to magnify, especially the character flaws that already existed."

"Bing Ge was irritable, impulsive, and belligerent. He became gloomy and cruel, fighting at the slightest disagreement. Every time he fought, he killed people, so he killed many ordinary people and put himself in danger countless times."

"My character is extreme. It is the most terrible character defect. It always makes me dwell on anything, making me more irritable than a Fire Master and more brutal than a Bewitching Demon."

"Once, when I completed the task of the Cunning Eye Judge and asked for a reward, I chose the help of a Dream Weaver. I hoped that he could help me solve the defects in my personality. The Dream Weaver told me that the contamination of the Fallen Holy Grail is irreversible, and it will inevitably drive the target crazy."

"But he can regularly appease my agitated emotions and stimulate certain personality defects, so that the amplification effect of the Holy Grail will be transferred to that defect."

Palace Master Zhisha still smiled, "So you chose lust."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded lightly.

"We have to admit that among the many evils of greed, anger, obsession, hatred, and desire, lust is the least harmful. It neither hurts people's lives nor robs people of their wealth. And there are countless men and women in society who are dissatisfied. As long as there is a specific goal, and the right group is found, I can minimize the harm of the Fallen Holy Grail."

"I have slept with many women. Some were forced, some were coerced, some were lured, some were... those women are still doing well. Their status has not changed, their wealth has not been lost, and they have even gained huge benefits from me. If they encounter other Fallen, the end will be a thousand times more miserable."

"I'm not trying to excuse myself for what I did back then. I really tried my best. In fact, even Yin Ji, I don't think I owe her anything."

"Only you, Yu'er, only you are the one I can't be worthy of."

Jiang Yu'er was still smiling, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes: "After saying so much, after the resurrection, you are still with Guan Ya."

Zhang Yuanqing stared at her and remained silent.

This woman had exhausted her efforts for his resurrection, reduced her level to repair his soul, silently guarded him during the Demon Lord period, and selflessly helped him during the Yuanshi Tianzun period. What she got in return was only the Demon Lord's promiscuity, turning from one woman's bed to another.

What she got in return was Yuanshi Tianzun's feigned ignorance and passionate love with Guan Ya.

After a long time, he said, "I have never faced our relationship squarely, or rather, I have never regarded you as someone I could be in love with. Sometimes I would also notice your abnormality towards me, and sometimes I would feel that you don't look like Little Aunt at all, but I have gotten used to it in the past few years."

Jiang Yu'er said, "Well, I see. So I contacted you in the identity of Palace Master Zhisha, teased you, cultivated feelings and ambiguity, and made you gradually develop a good impression of me, even fantasies. With this transition and buffer, when you find out my identity, you will still resist and reject it, but you won't sever the thread of love."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly, and a gentle look flashed across his dignified face.

"You succeeded."

He got up and walked to Jiang Yu'er, hugged her tightly in his arms, and whispered, "Thank you for accompanying me through my life."

Jiang Yu'er did not respond, her shoulders trembling.

Figures appeared one after another at the conference table. They were the saints who had returned from the dead: Guan Ya, Tianxia Guihuo, Sun Miaomiao, the Queen, Xie Lingxi, Zhao Chenghuang, and Hong Ji Ge. Everyone tacitly looked towards the chief seat and saw the Sun Lord sitting there with dignity.

The next second, everyone tacitly lowered their heads, like an instinctive reaction after looking directly at the sun.

They originally wanted to inquire about the resurrection information of the Demon Lord and the process of Yuanshi Tianzun becoming the Sun Lord, but now they felt that they might not be qualified to access information of this level.

Zhang Yuanqing said slowly:

"With your levels, it's best not to look directly at me, otherwise your vision will be permanently damaged, and so will your spirit."

His voice was grand and layered, as if it came from outside the sky, from all directions.

Yuanshi Tianzun has become a real big shot... Zhao Chenghuang flashed this thought in his mind, followed by helplessness, bitterness, and joy.

After losing to Yuanshi Tianzun in the arena battle last year, he, who was proud and arrogant, had been thinking about surpassing Yuanshi Tianzun and wiping out his shame. As a result, the gap became bigger and bigger.

It was clear that his promotion speed was already very fast. In the past eight months, he had been promoted by three levels in a row and became a peak saint, but the person he wanted to surpass was already a demigod-level existence.

Today, Zhao Chenghuang has long lost the idea of comparison, so he is sincerely happy that his friend who was born and died with him is standing on the highest peak in the world, enjoying unprecedented scenery.

Sun Miaomiao was a little sad. She felt that Yuanshi Tianzun had changed a lot and was not as humorous as before. It was as if he had matured overnight.

Xie Lingxi and the Queen also had similar feelings. They felt that the chief was... both the familiar Yuanshi brother and not like him, but both were equally charming.

Hong Ji Ge originally wanted to praise him a few times, "hou sai lei," but the majestic image of the Sun Lord he had glimpsed earlier was still deeply imprinted in his mind, making him dare not be noisy and presumptuous.

He felt that his Fire Master nature was suppressed. Zhang Yuanqing looked at his former partner and said, "With your family background, you should be clear about the current situation and my past life. To be clear, I can only tell you that the probability of defeating the Star Lord is less than 50%."

As soon as this sentence came out, Tianxia Guihuo sighed first. As a grassroots, his desire for power far exceeded that of the other saints who had returned from the dead.

Gang leader Yuanshi Tianzun was promoted to demigod... He should have been able to ascend to heaven with his gang, but the world was on the verge of destruction.

"Then what should we do?" Hong Ji Ge couldn't help but blurt out with an anxious expression.

No one paid attention to him, including Zhang Yuanqing. He continued, "Next, the real world may usher in turmoil. This is a guess by a few of us, not a deduction. The Star Lord has interfered with the stars, and all the star-gazing deductions have failed."

Hearing this, Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang suddenly understood.

No wonder they had been observing the stars and deducing anything or anyone recently, and the stars were showing chaos.

Zhang Yuanqing continued with a dignified expression: "I have put a few top-quality saint-level props and rule-based props in the gang's warehouse. They are my former collections. You can take one according to your respective interests and needs."

"In case the real world really experiences turmoil, you can protect yourself with these props."

Zhao Chenghuang, Hong Ji Ge, and Tianxia Guihuo looked at each other and lowered their heads respectfully. "Yes."

This time, they were not accepting favors and orders as companions and friends, but as subordinates.

Zhang Yuanqing smiled slightly: "Then let's do this. I wish you good luck, and I wish myself good luck too."

The saints who had returned from the dead felt unspeakable sadness and heaviness in their hearts. Yuanshi Tianzun's behavior seemed like he was arranging his affairs in advance, meeting old friends, and explaining his will.

They lowered their heads and sincerely wished: "Good luck to you."

Their figures gradually disappeared from the conference table, leaving only Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at his girlfriend, who had been silent and had a stiff expression from beginning to end, and sighed: "I have disappointed you, Guan Ya-jie."

"I have ridiculed the Demon Lord more than once, and despised the Demon Lord."

"Only later did I realize that I am the Demon Lord. Since I have accepted the identity of the Demon Lord, I must also bear his karma and responsibilities. Therefore, it is impossible for me to be loyal in love."

Guan Ya was silent for a moment and forced a smile: "You don't have to tell me this. I am a direct descendant of a Lingjing family. It is the most normal thing for demigod powerhouses to have a large harem in the eyes of us family children."

"Demanding a demigod to be loyal is just wishful thinking and unrealistic. Fu Xue has also told me more than once that as your level gets higher and higher, the number of women around you will increase, so let me adapt earlier."

Zhang Yuanqing said softly: "But you have a longing for love that is different from other family children, so you ran away from home back then."

A few tears suddenly streamed down Guan Ya's fair cheeks. She stared at Zhang Yuanqing, staring at her boyfriend, not the Sun Lord, and smiled sadly: "But if it is you, I am willing to give in and compromise."

After sending Guan Ya back to reality, Zhang Yuanqing sat silently in the chief seat until his uncle in a white suit came in.

"Do you need me to bring over the women you slept with during your Demon Lord period and have a meeting together!" The uncle said, "I can be by your side and sing rap to liven things up."

"Or I can twist your head off to liven things up for them." Zhang Yuanqing said lightly.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense with the family's black sheep and left the Lingjing dungeon.

Before the decisive battle, he still had to meet a few people.

A remote suburb of Beijing, a primeval forest.

In a sunroom planted with exotic flowers and herbs, Ling Jun lay on a rattan chair, bathing in the sunlight pouring into the room, his eyes closed, gently swaying with the rattan chair.

He had been self-isolating in the Miao family for three days, but his depressed mood had not improved at all, and he planned not to go out to meet people this year.

The identity of Yuanshi Tianzun as the resurrected Demon Lord gradually spread within the official circles, and half of the forum was filled with related discussion threads, and half with threads about the Star Lord.

Official members were either discussing the resurrection of the Demon Lord or discussing the betrayal of the Star Lord. As for the impending doomsday, no one was discussing it.

Because they didn't know, and this was what the senior officials were happy to see.

The middle and lower levels were not qualified to know the truth. Even at the moment of the end of the world, they were destined to die in confusion.

Of course, the fact that Yuanshi Tianzun had become the Sun Lord, representing the law-abiding camp in a duel with the Star Lord, was still known to them.

But in their eyes, this was just a normal conflict between high-level members of different camps.

Getting back to the main point.

Now, everyone knew that Yuanshi Tianzun was the Demon Lord, and everyone was laughing at him for becoming best friends with his "uncle-in-law."

Young Master Hua was wise all his life, but he never expected to be defeated by Yuanshi Tianzun, this damned evil thief.

Ling Jun even thought that the end of the world was a good thing. He was already dead on a social level.

At this moment, with his eyes closed, he received a flower message... The flowers around him told him that there was an extra person in the room.

Ling Jun suddenly opened his eyes and saw a young man smeared with gold paint standing three meters away from him, looking at him with a calm expression.

Yuanshi Tianzun!

Ling Jun's face twitched. He stubbornly stared at the Sun Lord's face and stubbornly uttered a greeting full of maternal obscenities: "What the hell are you doing here?"

Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "As the Sun Lord's mentor on picking up girls, you shouldn't have this expression..."

Ling Jun gritted his teeth: "If I had known that you were that damned Demon Lord, even if Fu Qingyang had stopped me, I would have dismembered you into eight pieces."

"There is no need to be like this. With my current level, even if I include your little aunt and cousin in my harem... it would be a matter of course. No matter how unbearable the Demon Lord is, he is at least more prestigious than your stallion father." Zhang Yuanqing tried his best to restore his tone and expression to what they used to be.

But after becoming the Sun Lord, he became a dignified statue, so these words sounded like a naked provocation.

Ling Jun took a deep breath: "You came here just to mock me?"

"No, I came to tell you something about your mother." Zhang Yuanqing said, "I can tell you very clearly that he was the one who killed your mother!"