Chapter 927: Who Is the Most Handsome Man in the World, Bloodline!

At once, under the Green Dragon King’s watch and the Turtle Immortal Patriarch’s protection and assistance, Lu Changsheng circulated the Ten Thousand Calamities Toxic Spirit Codex to extract and purify the poison entangling Ao Long’s spirit-soul.

Just then, the Peach Blossom Gu in the sea of consciousness at his brow sent a thought.

It reminded him this was a golden opportunity.

They could merge souls while purifying the poison, stirring subtle emotions and pushing their relationship forward.

Over the past month, watching Lu Changsheng detox Ao Long day after day without a single step forward between them had Peach Blossom Gu climbing the walls.

Both clearly had feelings.

But Lu behaved like a perfect gentleman, no flirting at all, stopping at the lightest touch.

With such a perfect chance right in front of him, and he still insisted on being a proper gentleman—Peach Blossom Gu couldn’t stand it and spoke up.

It felt if Lu didn’t seize this moment, this peach-blossom fate might pass them by—affinity without destiny.

“I, Lu, have always been upright and aboveboard. How could I be as filthy as you, you grubby gu bug!”

Sensing the Peach Blossom Gu’s reminder, Lu Changsheng felt only disdain. He refused to take advantage when someone was vulnerable.

Peach Blossom Gu: “???”

So when you’re eating, the food is fragrant, but the moment you put the bowl down, it’s dirty? Eat your fill and then curse the chef, is that it?

Unlike other gu that needed Heavenly and Earthly Treasures for feed, the Peach Blossom Gu fed on its host’s romantic fortune.

In just over a hundred years it had risen from larva to fourth rank—that said it all.

And now he was calling its thoughts filthy?

After breaking through to fourth rank and ascending to Immortal Gu, not only had all its abilities improved, its intelligence had as well.

It knew its master’s temperament.

It could clearly sense Lu Changsheng’s goodwill and desire toward Ao Long.

If Lu felt nothing for Ao Long, fine.

But he clearly did!

And it could sense that Ao Long had strong feelings for its master.

Their peach-blossom fate was already entwined.

If Lu took even a little initiative, the two would most likely be together.

If such peach-blossom luck was missed, the Peach Blossom Gu would take it as a huge insult.

“Bzz bzz bzz—”

Lu Changsheng could be two-faced and play the prude, but Peach Blossom Gu refused.

Besides, didn’t this host pour in huge effort to help it ascend to Immortal Gu so it could shine in moments like this?

Right away, Peach Blossom Gu tugged on the peach-blossom fortune binding Lu Changsheng and Ao Long, pushing it to intertwine even more.

Fate was formless, elusive, hard to grasp.

Peach-blossom luck was no different.

Without a fortune-seeing divine sense, it was almost impossible to see through.

Usually, Lu Changsheng could faintly sense it.

But now he was fully focused on purifying the poison from Ao Long’s spirit-soul, so he didn’t notice.

He only marveled that under such venom she was merely weak and languid.

Ao Long lay on a jade-carved bed, wearing a blue-violet dress that shimmered like dragon-scale gauze, her face soft and wan, her figure graceful and proud, letting Lu Changsheng purify the poison coiling around her soul.

There was no true melding of souls.

But baring her soul like this and letting Lu Changsheng purge the poison stirred a strange, indescribable feeling.

As if held in a lover’s arms, heart fluttering for no reason.

Her molten-gold eyes drooped half-lidded as she looked at Lu Changsheng’s handsome face, seeing him devote all his focus and care to purifying her toxins.

The more she looked, the more her heart pounded.

How could there be a man this ethereally handsome in the world!

If she weren’t in such a bad state, wounded and not yet recovered, Ao Long would have taken him down on the spot and then carried him home as her husband.

After a long while, Lu Changsheng let out a slow turbid breath and stopped.

Even with his Chaos Body and the Ten Thousand Calamities Toxic Spirit Codex,

this level of poison was terrifying. He couldn’t be wholly immune and ignore it.

Besides, he remained guarded toward the Green Dragon King and the Turtle Immortal Patriarch.

There was no way he’d burn himself out during detox and compromise his state.

“Miss Ao, rest for now. I’ll detoxify you again tomorrow.”

Lu Changsheng sounded a little tired. That stunning, otherworldly face was gentle and refined, warm as jade.

“Thank you for your hard work, Fellow Daoist Wang.”

Ao Long pulled her gaze from his handsome features and spoke softly, her eyes shy and brimming with feeling.

Through soul-deep detox, she realized his spirit-soul was anything but ordinary—he’d reached late-stage Nascent Soul.

Late-stage Nascent Soul was a great cultivator anywhere.

Right now Ao Long was more and more satisfied with this future husband.

He not only had a physique like a Fourth-Rank Demon King, but also a late-stage Nascent Soul spirit-soul.

If she brought him home, he’d definitely be a capable helper, and might even break through to Spirit Transformation in time.

As a pure-blooded direct descendant of the Azure Dragon Clan who aimed to become a Fifth-Rank Demon Emperor, Ao Long had standards for her husband.

She didn’t want a pretty face who looked good but was useless.

Lu Changsheng as he was now made her very satisfied.

She’d already decided that once she recovered, she’d take Lu Changsheng back to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace!

“Did you just nudge the peach-blossom fate between me and Miss Ao?”

Back at his cave residence, Lu Changsheng sat cross-legged. Sensing something, he asked the Peach Blossom Gu in the sea of consciousness at his brow.

“Bzz.” Peach Blossom Gu said it saw its master had thoughts, and since the two had already intertwined fortunes, it chose to give it a push.

“No need.”

Lu Changsheng spoke softly.

He couldn’t claim he had no thoughts about Ao Long.

In beauty, figure, and bloodline talent, she was first-class—a perfect choice for the mother of his children.

But right now his hands were full.

If he spent too much time on Ao Long, other matters would fall behind.

And from these days of detox he could tell Ao Long’s strength was no less than the Green Dragon King’s or the Turtle Immortal Patriarch’s.

If he provoked her now, she wouldn’t be easy to tame.

Moreover, according to the Turtle Immortal Patriarch, Ao Long carried Azure Dragon blood, a pure-blood descendant.

With that kind of bloodline, having children together would be extremely difficult.

He’d have to rely on Heavenly and Earthly Treasures to make it happen.

Better to win goodwill now, leave a good impression, and pick up the thread down the line.

“Don’t rush things. At this level, we can faintly sense shifts in fate and fortune. If you meddle, it might backfire.”

Lu Changsheng knew the Peach Blossom Gu now had intelligence on par with an ordinary person, and he spoke to it plainly.

If Ao Long sensed him fiddling with their peach-blossom fortune, her impression of him might nosedive.

Peach Blossom Gu immediately stated that Ao Long had already fallen for Lu Changsheng, and their fortunes were entwined. As long as he took the initiative, the bond would be sealed.

“Fallen for me?”

Lu Changsheng was surprised.

From their recent interactions, he’d naturally seen a hint of goodwill in Ao Long’s expression and eyes.

But he hadn’t taken it seriously.

He thought it was a disguise.

Just like her showing weakness and innocence with no schemes.

“Mm.”

The Peach Blossom Gu, a pink little humanoid with no nose or mouth, nodded.

After ascending to Immortal Gu, it could use peach-blossom fortune to sense whether someone had fallen for Lu Changsheng.

“You’re sure?”

Lu Changsheng frowned, a little unconvinced.

Not because he lacked confidence in his charm.

But because he’d had very limited contact with Ao Long.

Beyond detox, they barely chatted. How could she already be in love?

If it were a girl in Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, or even Core Formation, falling for his looks, bearing, speech, and charm—it would make sense.

But Ao Long was a Fourth-Rank Shapeshifting Demon King, a pure-blood True Spirit descendant!

Could someone like that fall in love after just over a month of help?

Had his charm already reached that level?

“I’m sure.” Peach Blossom Gu nodded hard, saying it would never misread it.

“Hiss.”

So my charm has already reached this level?

Lu Changsheng pinched his chin, indulged in the thought for a moment, then pulled out the Sun-Moon Yin-Yang Mirror from his robe and said, “Ah Wu, Ah Wu, who is the most handsome man in the world?”

“…” In the mirror, Ah Wu’s delicate, childish face was expressionless. Eyes like the sun and moon quietly watched Lu Changsheng.

“Alright then.” Lu Changsheng knew Ah Wu had a stoic, emotionless temperament and never joked.

She even held some grudges against him, her master, because of certain matters.

“Lingjing, Lingjing, who is the most handsome man in the world?”

Lu Changsheng looked over at Lu Lingjing, who was sleeping on the Heavenly Yuan Lotus.

“???” Jolted awake, Lu Lingjing blinked, cute and dazed, not understanding what Master was asking.

If he asked what was the tastiest thing in the world, she’d answer Heavenly Dew.

But the most handsome man—could you eat that?

“Forget it.” Lu Changsheng saw her babyish, sleepy look and couldn’t help shaking his head.

At her age, and as a demon beast, what would she know about handsome or ugly.

Lu Changsheng said, still not satisfied, “If you answer correctly, Master will reward you with a drop of dew.”

The still-groggy Lu Lingjing perked up at once, inspiration striking. She chirped, “It’s Master. Master is the most handsome man in the world!”

“Alright, go back to sleep.” Lu Changsheng nodded in satisfaction and rewarded her with a drop of spirit dew.

Lu Lingjing caught the drop, gave it a little lick, and her small face showed bliss and a hint of longing for more.

Then she loudly declared, “Master is the most handsome man in the world!”

“That’s just the truth, not reward-worthy.”

A little disappointed, Lu Lingjing smacked her lips, savoring the taste of Heavenly Dew, then went back to sleep.

Sleeping in human form wasn’t that comfortable.

But in the Green Dragon King’s palace she felt on edge all over. She still preferred the Sea Eye at Da Mengze.

In the following days, Lu Changsheng continued purifying the poison in Ao Long’s spirit-soul.

Because of Peach Blossom Gu’s reminder, he paid a bit more attention during the process, watching Ao Long’s expressions and eyes.

With late-stage Nascent Soul spirit-soul perception, he really did notice a few things.

Beyond often showing goodwill and fond admiration, Ao Long would occasionally reveal a hint of… possessiveness, even a desire to conquer.

Like how certain women sometimes looked at him—say, Nangong Mili, Yun Wanshang, and the Shen Jianjia sisters.

“So she fell for me, mostly lust at first sight?”

Lu Changsheng was startled.

He could understand love at first sight.

He had confidence in his looks, bearing, and charm.

But thinking of Ao Long’s usual soft, gentle demeanor and her identity as a Fourth-Rank Shapeshifting Demon King, he still felt a bit dazed.

“Have the Demon Race and Human Race ended up sharing the same aesthetics now?”

Lu Changsheng mused.

Though most beings largely agreed on beauty and ugliness,

the aesthetics of humans and demons still differed somewhat.

For instance, he wasn’t fond of Ao Long’s current look, with not-yet-fully human features and feet like dragon claws.

He preferred fair, delicate, crystal-clear feet that matched his aesthetics better.

Lu Changsheng didn’t change his earlier plan just because Ao Long had fallen for him.

From observation—and from the Turtle Immortal Patriarch’s words—someone bearing Azure Dragon blood was likely not truly soft, but proud and domineering.

Trying to subdue such a Fourth-Rank Demon King now would be quite difficult.

Better to maintain goodwill for now.

He’d revisit this bond later and see where it led.

Purging poison from the soul was slower than from the body; it took nearly two months to clear.

“Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Wang!”

With the venom dissolved, Ao Long felt light all over. Her gaze on Lu Changsheng grew hotter.

As for the power rampaging in her body beyond her control, if given time—or back at the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace—she could fully master it and her strength would advance greatly.

“No need to be so polite. The poison is cleared and your condition is stable for now. As for that rampaging power, I can help you suppress it, and try to strip it out or help you control it.”

Dressed in a long azure robe, Lu Changsheng smiled.

Knowing Ao Long had fallen for him at first sight, the Lu Ancestor did his best to show his charm.

“Fellow Daoist Wang even has a method for this?”

These days, it had always been the Turtle Immortal Patriarch and the Green Dragon King suppressing that violent power, and then Lu Changsheng performing detox.

She hadn’t expected Lu Changsheng could also help her master the power itself.

At this moment, Ao Long couldn’t be more satisfied with Lu Changsheng.

“We can give it a try.”

Lu Changsheng smiled faintly, a calm confidence always at the corner of his lips,

His Yin-Yang Creation Sutra might be average for direct combat, but its utility was unmatched.

It harmonized all laws and balanced Yin and Yang.

In Ao Long’s case, she had likely obtained some fortuitous chance, some Heavenly and Earthly Treasure, which exceeded her capacity to handle.

“Alright, then I’ll trouble you, Fellow Daoist~” Looking at Lu Changsheng’s handsome, confident face, Ao Long’s heart itched as she answered softly.

Her molten-gold eyes brimmed with affection, as if veiled in a fine mist.

They say the unattained always stirs the heart.

A few months were just a nap to a Fourth-Rank Demon King.

Yet these days had felt endlessly long to her.

It felt like Lu Changsheng had been teasing her nonstop.

She wanted nothing more than to take him down on the spot and haul him back to the Eastern Sea.

If she could fully master this power, taking Lu Changsheng back would be much easier.

“…” The Green Dragon King was already used to his master’s behavior.

He knew this human cultivator might become his future male master.

He didn’t really get it—what was so good about that pretty face—but since Ao Long liked him and told him to be respectful, he listened.

While Lu Changsheng step by step solved Ao Long’s bodily issues, in the Jiang Kingdom, within the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range—

The Golden-Winged Roc had brought Lu Baixi to train in the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, and half a year had passed.

During this half year, Lu Baixi followed the Golden-Winged Roc’s guidance: fight, eat like mad, and force out her bloodline potential.

Though her White Snake bloodline differed from the Roc’s and wasn’t a battle-honed path,

the fighting and killing still roused her bloodline potential.

Many Natural Treasures she’d taken in her early years had settled deep in her flesh, not fully digested or converted into potential.

Now through battle, killing, and serious wounds, they were gradually digested and turned into foundation.

In half a year, Lu Baixi had improved immensely.

But half a year of bloodshed had also changed her look and temperament.

Her once silky hair was tied into a crisp high ponytail. Her flawless, holy face now held a chill and solemn edge.

The platinum snake mark at her brow gleamed, echoing the platinum sheen in her pupils. When she stared at others, it carried a lofty, I-alone-am-supreme judgment that was intimidating.

Even so, this cold, awe-inspiring aura still fell short of the distant golden-haired, stern youth in dark-gold armor.

Seeing the third-rank Demon King meat in the great cauldron nearly done, the Golden-Winged Roc swatted aside the near-third-rank demon beast fighting Lu Baixi and called, “Baixi, come eat.”

Though the Golden-Winged Roc believed a True Spirit bloodline should be honed through constant battle,

it believed even more in thirty percent training, seventy percent eating.

So when it came to food, it never shorted Lu Baixi.

All the Natural Treasures they harvested went straight into her mouth.

It even stewed the third-rank Demon King’s meat in a great cauldron.

Lu Baixi’s overall growth these six months owed much to the Golden-Winged Roc’s feeding.

“Coming.” Lu Baixi no longer wore her delicate white immortal skirt, but a slightly damaged black-gold armor.

Though in combat she should lean toward the White Snake legacy’s musical arts,

for this training she used the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art of the Roc lineage, favoring close combat, so she switched to armor.

“Eat up. Once you’re full, you can try to break through.”

The Golden-Winged Roc told Lu Baixi her cultivation had reached its limit, and there was no need to keep grinding.

If she broke through to third rank sooner, its mission would be complete and it could go home to sleep early.

Otherwise, bringing Lu Baixi along, while easy, was boring.

“Mm-hm.” Lu Baixi trusted the Golden-Winged Roc’s words. If it said she could break through, then there would be no problem.

After eating and drinking their fill, the Golden-Winged Roc took Lu Baixi to a seized third-rank spiritual land to attempt her breakthrough.

Deep within the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl in an exquisite snow-white dress, white hair like snow, snacking as she walked, suddenly looked toward Lu Baixi’s direction.

A faint gold light surfaced in her pupils, and a bright single horn at her brow flowed with holy, pure silver light.

“Is that… White Snake bloodline?”

Though young, the girl’s features were exquisitely refined.

She was like the purest, most flawless pearl in the world, shining with a beautiful, enchanting luster.

Her figure was small and tender, full of youth, yet curves were already visible beneath the snowy dress.

Beneath a skirt like a Tianshan snow lotus, her two bare jade feet looked carved from white jade, skin milky-smooth and crystal clear, breathtakingly alluring.