Several people hurried to the Mingxin Sect. Many disciples and elders had already returned.
Cheng Wenyu pleaded with Gongsun Qing and Su Rong's master to treat the two.
Time ticked by. The people inside still hadn't emerged, and the group outside paced anxiously.
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Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm.
Fu Zi, who was in the process of concluding his task, suddenly felt a shattering pain from the depths of his soul. All the souls emanating from Lian Hua's body entered his own.
The pain of soul fusion made Fu Zi unable to stand steady.
He endured it, returned to his chambers, set up a barrier outside, and then collapsed to the ground, utterly depleted.
This fusion lasted for a full day.
When he opened his eyes again, he could feel that he was about to ascend to godhood, and with it came...
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77: "Beep! Fu Zi's favorability—74, Fu Zi's current favorability is 0."
77: "Beep! Fu Zi's favorability+75, Fu Zi's current favorability is 75."
77: "Beep! Fu Zi's favorability—77, Fu Zi's current favorability is -2."
77: "Beep! Fu Zi's favorability+77, Fu Zi's current favorability is 75."
"..."
Watching the favorability fluctuate like a roller coaster in the system space, 77's jaw dropped in astonishment. "Xixi, what… what is going on?"
Shen Jianxi pondered for a moment and replied, "It's likely that Fu Zi has already fused with Lian Hua's soul. Along with it naturally comes Lian Hua's hatred for me. The two emotions are intermingling and conflicting."
77: "Then this..."
Shen Jianxi: "77, can I really not leave if the favorability isn't maxed out?"
"Actually..."
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Lin Xinglan's side was quickly resolved. Only Shen Jianxi's situation dragged on for three days.
On the afternoon of the third day, the elder finally opened the door.
Everyone rushed forward.
Fu Zi, who had arrived the previous evening, watched with a complex expression, standing still as they anxiously inquired.
He saw the elder shake his head, his expression grave. His heart felt as if it would explode. He wanted to step forward but was stopped by a faint, hidden joy.
Qiu Tao was called in, while everyone else was barred.
Fu Zi bent over, clutching his heart, gritting his teeth to suppress the surge of joy. He wanted to go see her condition, but his feet refused to move.
Qiu Tao emerged at some point. The tear tracks on his face sent a chill down everyone's spines, racing from their feet to their minds.
He moved aside, and his lip-reading suggested he was letting everyone in.
Fu Zi felt two emotions tearing at him.
One was a feeling of heart-wrenching agony, clamoring to go in.
The other felt like laughter.
Fu Zi felt as if he were one person, yet not entirely.
He could only stare blankly as Shen Ziqian, his face etched with grief, walked out and stood before him.
He heard the choked sobs in his voice, yet it was as if he couldn't hear what he was saying.
Fu Zi opened his mouth, wanting to tell Shen Ziqian that he couldn't hear anything, and could only watch his lips move before his eyes.
When he finally managed to suppress the other emotion, Fu Zi only heard the last sentence.
She said, "I don't blame you."
She also said, "A dragon should hide in the clouds."
Fu Zi smiled.
This was a note she had secretly slipped him during one of their cold wars.
But on which specific day was it?
Why couldn't he remember?
He saw Shen Ziqian place a piece of paper in his hand, then turn and re-enter the room.
He was left alone in the courtyard.
Fu Zi calmly unfolded the paper. It contained half a sentence—
"You should hide in my heart."
Tears flowed like a river.
77: "Beep! Favorability+10, Fu Zi's current favorability is 84."
Fu Zi dazedly reached up and touched his face.
Was it raining?
He felt his emotions and memories fading away.
Things he desperately tried to hold onto were dissipating.
A divine light suddenly appeared outside, enveloping Fu Zi.
When the light vanished, the former demon had become a god.
Cries came from within the house.
Fu Zi, devoid of his past, glanced at it with pity and turned to leave.