Chapter 337: The Body in the Underworld
Ah? As a father, me?
Zhao Huaian pointed at himself, looking confused.

“Yes, it’s you,” Chen Xingzhi nodded, his face full of seriousness, “Your little Taoist companion is already pregnant. I checked and it’s undoubtedly your bloodline, and it’s a rare little phoenix.”

“Tell me, when did you two get together?”

He held a copper-headed leather belt in one hand and a steel pipe he had taken from the flying boat in the other, and looked at Zhao Huaian with a bad face.

Zhao Huaian now finally understood what his junior sister said. In order to avoid having his butt broken into pieces, he hurriedly told her about his experiences after coming down the mountain.

“Yanran and I met by accident. At that time, I was in”

Simply put, it is an experience of a hero saving a beauty, followed by love that develops over time.

In an accident, both of them inhaled the love flower poison and tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time. After that, it’s like this.

“It was just an accident, but I didn’t expect it to happen…”

It actually hit the target in one shot.

“Tsk, boy, you have the style of a protagonist.” Chen Xingzhi put away the magical tool in his hand. He was increasingly suspicious that Feng Tiandao was deliberately targeting Shengxuan Sect.

First, he was humiliated by the broken engagement in his early years, then there was the incident between Qin Jianshuang and Lin Qing’er, and now Zhao Huaian is being treated as the protagonist. He wondered if his eldest disciple and fourth disciple would be treated the same way.

“We have to find time to bring those two guys back to Shengxuanzong.”

The soul lamps left by these two disciples in the sect have not been extinguished, indicating that they are still alive.

Even if she is gone, he can still save her with his magic talisman.

“Huaian.”

“The disciple is here.”

“Your unborn child inherited the blood of the ancient Phoenix. Do you know this?”

Ancient Sky Phoenix? Isn’t that one of the oldest bloodlines of the demon race?
After a little thought, Zhao Huaian looked at Huang Yanran with a hint of shock in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Huai’an. I actually wanted to explain to you just now, but I didn’t expect an accident to happen again this time.”

Huang Yanran’s tone was full of apology.

“Again?” Chen Xingzhi was sure that she was right, which meant that she had tried to reveal her identity to Zhao Huaian many times, but accidents happened every time.

If it happened once, it could be considered a coincidence, but if it happened so many times, it could only be a conspiracy.

If we were to say who the biggest suspect is, it would only be Feng Tiandao.

After silently making another note of Feng Tiandao, Chen Xingzhi turned his attention back to Huang Yanran.

“In fact, I am the Saint of the Heavenly Demon Palace. However, after my mother’s death, the Heavenly Demon Palace was controlled by the clan leaders of the various branches of the demon race. Not only did they imprison me, they also wanted me to marry into the dragon race. Of course, I didn’t want to do that, so I found a chance to escape.”

As she continued to recount her experience, a barely perceptible flash of anger crossed her face.

The demon race has never been a united race. On the contrary, division and infighting are its norm.

When snakes, sheep, wolves, tigers and other monsters that already have a food chain relationship gather together, it would be great if they don’t fight on the spot. If they want to form a racial consensus like humans, they must have a ruler who possesses absolute power.

However, rulers who can subdue most monsters are rare.

“After my mother’s death, although the Heavenly Demon Palace was caught up in endless internal strife, it is still a powerful force second only to the Four Sects and Five Veins. They will not let me go easily.”

After Huang Yanran finished speaking, she looked at Zhao Huaian with a hint of apology in her eyes and said resolutely:
“Master Chen, I am very grateful for your taking me in, but if I continue to stay in Shengxuan Sect, it will probably bring trouble to your sect. I plan to leave alone, at least this way I won’t involve Shengxuan Sect in the disputes of Tianyao Palace.” From her fluctuations in thoughts, Chen Xingzhi could not find any other thoughts.

It is certain that she said this because she was worried that her existence would bring trouble to Zhao Huaian and Sheng Xuanzong, rather than using any provocation to plot against him.

“I finally met a normal person, and he is my disciple’s Taoist partner. I have no choice but to help him.”

Huang Yanran’s experience is undoubtedly the unique experience of the heroine. If she came to the once impoverished Shengxuan Sect, she might have experienced a series of events such as being captured by the Tianyao Palace and being rescued by Zhao Huaian who arrived in time before the marriage.

But now it’s different. He doesn’t even take the Heavenly Demon Palace seriously.

Before Zhao Huaian could interrupt, Chen Xingzhi spoke first:

“It seems that you have no confidence in my Shengxuan Sect?”

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, which made Huang Yanran stunned.

She thought that maybe this Sect Master Chen knew nothing about the Heavenly Demon Palace, which was why he made such a bold statement. So she repeatedly considered her words and said after a while:

“I don’t think your clan is weak. I just think that the Heavenly Demon Palace is a large force with a long history and a large number of powerful spirit-transforming masters. In addition, the twelve clan leaders in power are all in the Void Refinement Stage. If your clan clashes with the Heavenly Demon Palace, it is likely to suffer serious losses.”

Zhao Huaian on the side couldn’t stand it any longer and took the initiative to say, “Master, if that’s the case, why don’t you let me take Yanran away from the sect and hide in a remote place? This way, the sect won’t offend the Heavenly Demon Palace.”

Very good, two relatively normal people.

Chen Xingzhi felt very relieved, at least his disciples and their companions were not the kind of people who would betray their own people.

“They are just a few cats, big and small. If they dare to come to my house, I will stuff them.”

Zhao Huaian and Huang Yanran looked at each other, neither of them understanding why he was so confident.

Facing their puzzled looks, Chen Xingzhi smiled slightly.

“It’s very simple. Isn’t it just me who is in harmony with the Tao?”

In an instant, he became one with the underworld rules of the coffin and no longer had to hide his own cultivation.

The aura of a powerful person in the Hedao period enveloped the entire Tongxuan Palace, without any leakage.

Everyone who was in it felt like they were in the center of an endless ocean, facing violent storms and a dark abyss that would devour anyone they encountered.

In their eyes, Chen Xingzhi, who was sitting in the main seat, was like a terrifying demon who controlled death. With a wave of his hand, he could shorten a person’s lifespan and determine their life or death.

At this moment, they finally understood the source of Chen Xingzhi’s confidence.

Not long after, Chen Xingzhi took the initiative to absorb the aura of the great Hedao stage master into his body, and everyone in the Tongxuan Hall was able to breathe deeply.

“How about it, do you think I can protect you from the Heavenly Demon Palace?”

“Yes, absolutely. It’s easy!” Zhao Huaian gasped heavily, his face full of unconcealable surprise and excitement.

Only Huang Yanran still looked a little confused. She had clearly been questioning the power of Shengxuan Sect before, so how come the boomerang hit her head so quickly?
But this was a good thing for her, and she could finally put her mind at ease.

“Thank you, Sect Master Chen, for taking me in.” She performed a great ceremony and bowed to Chen Xingzhi again.

Chen Xingzhi nodded and accepted the gift calmly.

(End of this chapter)