After hearing Niu Erhua’s account, Ye Yu was astonished. So all those injured bull demons had been struck down by Nangong Jingtang?
He did not doubt her power, only that she could commit such deeds. After all, during their time in Lunyao City, Nangong Jingtang had always been exceedingly gentle. (Note: Lord Zhu Rixian’s outburst didn’t count—she had just reincarnated, so a bit of morning grumpiness was understandable.) Later, she treated everyone with courtesy, even hiding behind him in unfamiliar surroundings. How had she become so aggressive now?
Puzzled, Ye Yu turned and asked, “What really happened?”
Nangong Jingtang gripped his sleeve. “I felt your aura here, so I came searching for you. They wouldn’t let me in, so I fought my way through.”
Ye Yu shook his head in wry amusement. Missing him so intensely that she’d become rash? He understood, though it was hardly advisable.
He opened his mouth to dissuade her, but she pressed on: “Those two she-demons tried to stall me so I couldn’t see you. I almost wanted to kill them both!”
Ye Yu’s eyes widened. At that moment, he could clearly feel the tangible murderous intent radiating from her. If her earlier rashness was understandable, this was downright pathological. What had sparked such a murderous rage?
He sensed something amiss.
Niu Erhua, furious, snapped, “Who stalled you? You’re the one refusing to say Brother Ye Yu’s name, then blaming us! Brother Ye Yu, judge for us—who’s at fault here?”
Nangong Jingtang fell silent, her gaze growing even colder. Ye Yu watched, troubled.
At that moment, Yue Wanqiu’s expression turned grave. She raised a hand and formed an intricate gesture. In the next instant, the spectral image of Bai Ze appeared behind her, a faint glow bathing Ye Yu and Niu Erhua in warmth—while a dense black aura swirled behind Nangong Jingtang.
Seeing this, Yue Wanqiu transmitted urgently to Ye Yu: “Your demon consort has been possessed by a heart demon! You must deal with it swiftly!”
A heart demon? A Demon King–level heart demon? Ye Yu frowned. He was no longer a novice; he’d faced many dreamscapes and knew that heart demons, once born, were hard to eradicate and could destroy a cultivator’s soul. Yet every realm possessed talismans and methods to suppress them—and few immortals ever succumbed. A Demon King–level heart demon was unheard of.

“Don’t stop me! I want to kill that she-demon. She makes me uncomfortable!” Nangong Jingtang’s voice was icy. The black aura behind her issued a feral roar.
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