Chapter Four: Feng Xiu is the Demon God Emperor!-Selo Divino: Eu, o Ancião Ancestral da Raça Demônica, Saí do Túmulo Arrastando-se(Macarrão instantâneo que ama lanches da meia-noite)

An eerie silence suddenly descended upon the room.

Love-struck fools—truly a terrifying sight.

Feng Yun let out a soft sigh. "Since you are unwilling to speak, let me do it for you."

"Rest assured, Feng Xiu. You must trust Lingxuan. Whether for your sake or for the sake of humanity, Lingxuan would never choose to sever ties with you."

"Because I can offer a condition that you, Lingxuan, could never refuse."

As she spoke, Feng Yun pulled Bai Lingxuan toward a chair and sat her down. Bai Lingxuan was with child, and the revelations to come were far too explosive; she could not afford to let her emotions become too agitated. With a gentle wave of her hand, Feng Yun cast a black barrier around the room, insulating them from the outside world.

"Lingxuan, you hold a place of immense importance in Feng Xiu's heart—truly immense. Therefore, do not be overly agitated by what I am about to say."

In the presence of Bai Lingxuan, even the cold and aloof Demon God Emperor and the detached Feng Yun could not help but soften.

Bai Lingxuan nodded slowly, completely unaware of what scheme Feng Yun and Feng Xiu were concocting. Why were their expressions so grave? Surely, it was impossible that her lover was a demon?

After a moment, Feng Xiu reached a decision. Since there was no escaping it, he would lay it all out today.

He sat down beside Bai Lingxuan, gently wrapping an arm around her waist, and said softly, "It is better if I explain this myself."

"Lingxuan, the truth is that I deceived you. Feng Ling was merely a pseudonym."

"My true name is Feng Xiu."

"Feng Xiu?" Bai Lingxuan whispered the name to herself.

In an instant, her face turned deathly pale. A single name flashed through her mind—the Demon God Emperor, Feng Xiu!

It was impossible! There were countless people in this world with the surname Feng and the given name Xiu; how could the man she loved be the Demon God Emperor himself? How could the Demon God Emperor fall in love with a human, and even go so far as to complete tasks that harmed his own kind for her sake?

As if to confirm her worst fears, Feng Xiu spoke again: "Yes, Lingxuan, as you have guessed, I am indeed the Demon God Emperor, Feng Xiu."

At that moment, Bai Lingxuan’s mind went blank. Her parents had both died at the hands of the demons; the demon race was her sworn enemy! And not only was she with the Demon God Emperor, but they were also expecting a child together!

Feng Xiu took her wrist and pressed her hand against his own chest, speaking with sincerity: "Lingxuan, I know you hate the demons. Now that the Demon God Emperor stands before you, you may strike me, you may wound me."

"But you cannot kill me, nor can you succeed even if you tried."

"And I, for my part, will never strike back."

Bai Lingxuan closed her eyes and clenched her fists, but a second later, she let them drop. By nature, she was a person of great kindness and gentleness; she could not bring herself to harm the one she loved. She covered her face, her voice trembling with agony: "Why, of all people, did you have to be the Demon God Emperor?"

Witnessing this, Feng Yun sighed again. Two love-struck fools together—how wonderful. It seemed that when it came to the demon race, only she was capable of standing tall.

*Very well, Xiu'er,* she thought. *Your ancestor will indulge you just this once.*

Feng Yun spoke calmly: "Lingxuan, hear my terms before you make your decision."

"If you are willing to marry Feng Xiu, the demon race will not launch an offensive against Zhennan Pass for the next ten years. In other words, you alone can secure a decade of peace for the pass."

Hearing this, Bai Lingxuan’s heart trembled violently, and she fell into deep contemplation.

Feng Yun then turned to Feng Xiu and said coolly, "Demon God Emperor, you and I both know the flaws of our race: we lack creativity and cannot cultivate food on our own. Therefore, the integration of humans and demons has always been my philosophy."

"And your marriage to Lingxuan could serve as a leading example."

"However, since achieving godhood, I have developed a new idea. I have been wondering why our demon race cannot have a world of our own—a world that does not reject us."

"With my current strength, I certainly cannot achieve this. Perhaps I must become a God King, or even surpass one, to make it a reality."

The hierarchy of gods, from highest to lowest, goes: Supreme God, God King, First-Class God, Second-Class God, and Third-Class God. Feng Yun had just condensed a godhead, granting her higher-level power—divine power—and higher-level abilities, the power of laws. In truth, she was currently only a Third-Class God. While her combat strength exceeded that of an ordinary Third-Class God and she could likely defeat a Second-Class God, she still had a long way to go before reaching the level of a God King.

As for Austin Griffin, he would possess the strength of a God King the moment he evolved his ninth head. It was truly frustrating how people compared to one another! Moreover, for some reason, while the laws of this world made it incredibly difficult for gods to advance, Feng Yun felt that she could continue to cultivate and rise, step by step, from a Third-Class God upward. Perhaps, because she had become a god through the power of her own laws, she was simply different.

Feng Yun continued, "I have now mastered several laws. I can develop plants that our demon race can cultivate, and even control the population of lesser demons."

"Plunder is much faster than creation, and the demon race has become accustomed to plundering. But I hope for a future where the demons can create for themselves. Perhaps, in time, the war between humans and demons will gradually fade away."

Feng Xiu also fell into deep thought. Was the realm of godhood truly so miraculous?

He had no objections to Feng Yun’s proposal. His ancestor was now a god; perhaps she could indeed bring about more profound changes for their people.

Feng Xiu gazed tenderly into Bai Lingxuan’s eyes, his voice softening: "Lingxuan, my ancestor’s wishes are my own."

It must be said that Feng Yun’s words had struck a chord deep within Bai Lingxuan. As the pride of the Priest Temple, a priestess who lived and breathed for the sake of humanity, her greatest wish had always been the total eradication of the demons. Now, she could secure ten years of safety for Zhennan Pass, but the price was... herself.

For a moment, Bai Lingxuan felt like a pawn in a political marriage. Yet, it was to marry the man she loved.

Bai Lingxuan was a clever woman, and she soon came to a conclusion.

"Yes, Sister, this is a condition I absolutely cannot refuse."

"Brother Feng, I love you. Marrying you is my heart's desire. If, because of me, I can secure ten years of peace for Zhennan Pass, then I am willing to be your wife," Bai Lingxuan said slowly.

After she finished, she could not help but sigh. "But, if only you were not the Demon God Emperor..."

The thorn of Feng Xiu’s identity as the Demon God Emperor would certainly not be removed overnight.

Feng Yun silently left the room, leaving the two of them to their own space.

Inside the room, Bai Lingxuan pounded on Feng Xiu’s chest a few times. She couldn't help it; she was still angry. She was not only angry about his identity but also about the fact that he had deceived her for so long. She couldn't resist giving him a few good thumps.

However, for Feng Xiu, whose external spiritual power exceeded five hundred thousand, this was nothing more than a tickle.

"Lingxuan, I will give you the most magnificent wedding in the history of our race," Feng Xiu said, seizing the opportunity to pull her into his embrace.

Bai Lingxuan was slightly startled, her face flushing as she replied, "Very well."

"But I do not want your identity to be exposed, and I do not want my grandfather to know that I am with the Demon God Emperor."