“Men, no matter what great troubles they face, will grit their teeth and swallow them, and they absolutely won’t tell their women much.”
So BaiQingsong comforted WangFengxia, assuring her that everything was under control and that Big Brother would arrive at any moment.
“That Demon Emperor–level powerhouse is just courting death!”
WangFengxia was placated.
But how could BaiQingsong vent his own anxiety?
With the month’s deadline slipping away, he felt grief pressing on his heart, so he went out for a stroll.
By chance, the public selection for Demon Lord in Kongming Prefecture was underway, and he decided to take a look.
Unexpectedly, he actually discovered YeYu.
As always, everything was fate!
With a bright smile, BaiQingsong escorted YeYu back to Dongyao Prefecture, then quietly told WangFengxia, “This is Big Brother. I’m going to speak with him about the matter right now.”
This was why WangFengxia had grown so anxious in her inquiries—after all, they were facing a Demon Emperor–level opponent. Could Big Brother really handle him?
If not, she would have to run away early.
With her beauty, finding another powerful protector wouldn’t be difficult.
In response to her question, BaiQingsong chuckled softly: “I haven’t told Big Brother about that matter yet!”
“What? How can you not tell him? With five days left and the month’s deadline approaching, what will you do then?”
WangFengxia’s expression was anxious, though in her heart she was already considering finding someone else.
Alas, her dream of being the greatest Demon Lord’s wife was utterly shattered.
But BaiQingsong swept her into his arms and declared with heroic spirit, “Big Brother will preach in Dongyao Prefecture five days from now. If that damned wretch dares to show up, my brother will crush him in a heartbeat!”
“Here’s a secret for you—don’t think a Demon Emperor–level is that formidable. To be honest, my Big Brother has even killed a god! A deity beyond the Emperor realm!”
At this, WangFengxia was filled with doubt.
She wondered how a god could even exist in the Demon Realm.
Yet seeing BaiQingsong’s certainty, she thought it probably wasn’t a problem.
If so, perhaps her dream of becoming Demon Lord’s wife could continue.
But what did BaiQingsong’s Big Brother actually look like?
She hadn’t seen him clearly in that brief encounter.
Was he handsome?
BaiQingsong’s smile grew even more radiant.
He felt as if, with Big Brother at his side, the world was his.
What luck—he had been worrying how to persuade Big Brother to help him, and instead Big Brother had declared he wouldn’t leave for days and would preach in five days.
Perfect timing!
No worries—what a relief.
But somehow, he felt he’d forgotten something important.
Hm, what could it be?
Why couldn’t he recall?
BaiQingsong frowned slightly but didn’t dwell on it.
Whatever—it must not be too important if he can’t ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) remember it.
Meanwhile, in the Celestial Realm, a figure hidden beneath a black robe let out a heavy sneeze.
This was none other than Grand Custodian JiaoTianao of Dongyao Prefecture.
He pinched his nose, looking utterly confused and aggrieved.
Gazing at the drifting auspicious clouds, tears nearly fell from his eyes.

“Who is my Big Brother? The one who kept me alive through the Ascension War.”
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