Chapter 90: Yan Huaixuan, the Savior

Chapter 90: Yan Huaixuan, the Savior

Shen Lian was immediately pulled back, his breath hitching as he looked up.

In the darkness, the man's face was indistinct, as if wrapped in a shroud of mist.

Yet the hand around Shen Lian's waist, and the presence radiating from him, were all so familiar.

Shen Lian's gaze wavered. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The man said nothing either. Instead, he scooped Shen Lian up in his arms, cast a Purification spell, and then set him back down on the bed.

After doing all this, the man gazed at Shen Lian's features before slowly letting go.

But to his surprise, Shen Lian grabbed his wrist.

The man went rigid.

In the moonlight, Yan Huaixuan slowly turned his head to look at Shen Lian.

Yet Shen Lian said nothing—he merely held onto his wrist and drifted back into a deep sleep.

Yan Huaixuan pursed his lips, then sat down by the bed, just watching Shen Lian's features.

Seeing that Shen Lian couldn't find peace even in sleep, Yan Huaixuan knew the wine—named Golden Immortal's Drunkenness—was bound to give this Earth Immortal some trouble. He noticed Shen Lian's brow furrow slightly, as if from a headache.

Yan Huaixuan brushed his hand across Shen Lian's forehead.

Shen Lian's furrowed brow instantly relaxed. He turned onto his side and kept sleeping against Yan Huaixuan's hand.

Yan Huaixuan watched him, and before he knew it, morning came.

The next morning, when Shen Lian woke up, he expected his head to be pounding. But to his surprise, he felt surprisingly refreshed, and even his clothes had been changed for him.

Shen Lian was taken aback. Had He Ci done this?

But as that thought crossed his mind, something else flickered through it.

A blurry figure, a hand around his waist, and being gently laid down on the bed.

Shen Lian immediately cut off that train of thought.

He pulled open the door. Outside, He Ci was hesitating, as if unsure, and upon seeing him, quickly asked, "Are you alright?"

Shen Lian shook his head. "I'm fine."

He Ci hummed in acknowledgment. "You hold your liquor pretty well. Kong Yun probably won't wake up for another five or six days, at least."

"The wine's that potent?" Shen Lian was a bit taken aback.

He Ci rubbed his nose. "Of course. Though for me, it's nothing—I used to drink it every day back then."

Shen Lian smiled. "I should get going."

But He Ci spoke up. "Actually, I came by today because there's something I need to tell you. The demon race has been attacking the immortal realm more and more often. You being alone in the Fallen Snow Domain—it still worries me."

Shen Lian looked at He Ci.

A cold glint flickered in He Ci's eyes. "It seems they have a Demon God about to descend upon the world, which is why the demons have gotten so cocky. Last time, they already breached Tianyang City."

"The Primordial Realm is getting more chaotic by the day."

He Ci sighed. "Plus, the demon race has produced a bunch of new prodigies, while we humans are slowly weakening."

"Even the last one—"

He Ci suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Seeing the look on Shen Lian's face, he said, "A Lian?"

Shen Lian massaged his brow. "Then I won't go back for now. I'll stay here and refine some pills."

He Ci nodded. "Sounds good."

Back in his room, Shen Lian sat down, gripping the table, his eyes flickering with something.

Finally, he took out that chamber pot.

"Get out here."

The system was ecstatic, almost in tears—the last time it had been let out was a year ago.

"Master, did you need me for something?"

Shen Lian stared at it. "I'm asking you—why exactly do you want me to steal Yan Huaixuan's opportunities? What is your purpose in doing this?"

The system immediately said, "I can't remember clearly. Look, I'm only this much of me left now."

But Shen Lian didn't miss the brief hesitation in its words.

Shen Lian gave a faint smile. "Is that so."

Seeing that he no longer suspected it, the system breathed a sigh of relief.

But unexpectedly, the next moment, Shen Lian dangled it over a cesspool.

The system let out a loud scream, "Ahhhh—"

"If you don't talk, I'll drop you in there."

Shen Lian said with a grin, "Let me think... how about I let you out next time once I reach the Supreme Golden Immortal stage?"

The system said hastily, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

It sobbed, "I... I'm actually a virus that took over the current system. But I need to absorb resentment to survive, and that's how I found out about Yan Huaixuan's existence."

"I also know that in the original plot, Yan Huaixuan is the Celestial Radiance Star of the Primordial Realm—the fated savior. Humanity was originally in decline, constantly oppressed by the demons, until Yan Huaixuan appeared out of nowhere. Using his own power, he dispersed his cultivation to suppress the demons, and finally, under the witness of the Heavenly Dao, he cultivated a perfect golden body and ascended to the upper realm."

Before it could finish, a chilling aura was already radiating from Shen Lian.

The system immediately didn't dare to speak.

Shen Lian said, one word at a time, "Continue."

The system pressed its lips together. "If I stopped Yan Huaixuan from ascending, then the demons and cultivators would go to war, resentment would grow endlessly, and I could keep getting stronger."

Shen Lian suddenly crushed the edge of the table in his hand.

And now, because of him, Yan Huaixuan had already strayed from the original plot.

In the original plot, after Yan Huaixuan ascended to the upper realm, he reached the Void Immortal stage within just three years. But when he got there, he found that Yan Huaixuan was only at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.

Everything's all messed up—completely out of whack.

The system said, sounding nervous, "I've said everything. You won't throw me into the sewer again, will you?"

Shen Lian sneered and directly sucked the system into his Netherworld Pearl, subjecting it to endless torment inside.

But after doing all this, Shen Lian went quiet again.

Yan Huaixuan was dead now, and there was no one left to suppress the demons. What was he supposed to do now?

As Shen Lian thought about it, his head started throbbing again, especially when he recalled the pained look on He Ci's face.

"Everyone knows a big war is coming."

Shen Lian dug his nails into his palms, said a quick goodbye to He Ci, and then arrived at the skies above Tianyang City.

There he saw the city, already reduced to ruins. It was only later that he learned the old man had held out at Tianyang City until the very last moment, waiting for reinforcements, and all the civilians inside had been evacuated.

But the old man himself had been left there forever. Some said he had been burned to ashes, while others claimed he had been captured by the demons.

Chen Xue hesitated for a moment, "Even if Yan Huaixuan were still alive, he couldn't stop all the demons from invading. Such things are inevitable."

"But he is the pivotal figure in this war."

Chen Xue suddenly chimed in, "Master, didn't that Kong Yun say you are a ray of hope? Since Yan Huaixuan is dead, why not become the new savior yourself?"

Shen Lian was caught off guard, then furrowed his brows, "Don't ever say that again."

Chen Xue had no choice but to shut up.

Shen Lian was about to leave, but unexpectedly, from within the ruined Tianyang City, countless demonic qi began to slowly seep out.

He narrowed his eyes, and then saw a figure appear.

It was the city lord of Tianyang City, the one Shen Lian had seen earlier. But at this moment, the man's eyes were blood-red, he had lost all reason, and his entire body was wreathed in demonic qi.

Chen Xue was horrified, "He's been refined into a demon corpse. The demons really are ruthless bastards!"

Shen Lian looked at the old man—the one who had given his life for the city—now turned into a demon corpse.