151. I Can Help You

“Is it that difficult?”

Chen Xuan was puzzled. With the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, no matter how much demonic energy there was, it could all be purified!

The Dark Master stared at him in shock. “Even the Ancestral Symbols' purification doesn’t work this fast, does it?”

While the Ancestral symbols were effective at purifying demonic energy, they were typically slow. She recalled borrowing the Dark Ancestral symbol to heal her injuries, and even that didn’t take as much time.

The next moment, her astonished gaze fell upon Chen Xuan’s palm, where a soft white flame suddenly appeared.

As the flame manifested, the temperature in the Demon-Sealing Prison skyrocketed, as if the entire space was engulfed in a sea of fire!

The Flame Ancestral Symbol?

No! She was certain this wasn’t summoned by the Flame Ancestral Symbol.

This fire was far more terrifying!

Which meant… this dreadful flame belonged to him!

At this moment, the Dark Master was filled with curiosity about the mysterious young man before her.

“This flame… where did you get it?” she asked in shock.

“Oh, just something I stumbled upon.”

“...”

“Well, the demonic energy is dealt with. I should be on my way.”

“Wait! I’ll go with you!”

“You’re not staying here anymore?”

“Well… the entire Demon-Sealing Prison is cleared out, my injuries are healed, and staying here would be a waste of time. I might as well go with you. Who knows? I might even help kill a few more demons!”

Her words seemed practical, but in truth, she was brimming with curiosity about Chen Xuan—how he obtained so many Ancestral Symbols, this terrifying flame, and most importantly, who he really was.

[Ding! The Dark Lord feels curious and anticipatory. Emotional value +999!]

Curiosity and anticipation?

Chen Xuan didn’t quite understand. Anticipating what?

Still, the Dark Master had now recovered to the 3rd Calamity Reincarnation Realm. Having her as an ally could be quite advantageous, so he didn’t refuse.

The two ascended together.


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Meanwhile, the Dragon Clan waited anxiously above.

Elder Yuan Feng frowned. “Patriarch, do you think he can handle it?”

The Dragon Clan Patriarch, Qing Zhu, answered with certainty, “I believe he can!”

Yuan Feng snorted. “Of course you do. You brought him here.”

“Didn’t we make a bet? What’s there to fear?” Qing Zhu smiled confidently.

At that moment, Yuan Qian’s voice rang out, laced with shock.

“Look! The demonic energy is gone!”

Everyone looked down and saw that the dense sea of demonic energy had indeed disappeared!

“No! That’s impossible! This can’t be happening!” Yuan Feng exclaimed in disbelief.

Qing Zhu smirked. “Why not?”

“He’s coming up!”

Yuan Qian’s golden pupils glimmered with excitement as a figure shot upwards.

As they looked closely, Yuan Feng’s sharp eyes noticed a dark shadow following behind Chen Xuan. His face paled.

“Something’s wrong! A demon has followed him out!”

“What?!”

“Why are you just standing there? Attack!”

Panicked, Yuan Feng mobilized his energy and, without waiting for Qing Zhu to react, launched a powerful attack at Chen Xuan and the shadow.

The overwhelming force surged forward, only to be swatted away effortlessly by the shadow’s hand.

“It’s the Demon King! It escaped!” Yuan Feng trembled in fear.

“Stop…” Yuan Qian began to intervene, but Yuan Feng, along with several Samsara Realm elders, unleashed another wave of attacks.

Before the strikes could land, they vanished into thin air.

Before they could process what had happened, a slender, dark figure appeared before them like a phantom. Her cold, dark eyes swept over them.

“You fools dare attack me? Do you have a death wish?”

With that, she swung her hand, sending a crushing wave of power toward them.

Yuan Qian and Qing Zhu managed to dodge just in time, but Yuan Feng wasn’t so lucky—he was struck and blasted apart on the spot.

As the shadow prepared to strike again, Yuan Qian quickly intervened.

“Senior, please show mercy!”

Considering her ability to obliterate a Dragon Clan elder with a single strike, a few more hits could spell the end of all the elders present.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” the shadow asked coldly.

“I…” Yuan Qian was drenched in cold sweat, overwhelmed by the oppressive aura radiating from the mysterious woman.

Just then, Chen Xuan arrived. “Senior, the Dragon Clan has protected you for millennia.”

“Hmph! Consider yourselves lucky!”

The Dark Master lowered her gaze, her frosty tone sending chills down their spines.

Relieved, Yuan Qian cautiously approached Chen Xuan and whispered, “Who… Who is she?”

“She’s one of the ancient Eight masters—the Dark Master herself. She’s the one who’s been suppressing the Demon-Sealing Prison beneath your clan.”

Hearing this, the remaining Dragon Clan members broke into cold sweats, feeling as if they’d narrowly escaped death.

“She… she’s the Dark Master?”

“A direct disciple of the Symbol Ancestor!”

“Incredible! To meet such a legendary figure from the ancient era is an unparalleled honor!”

Hearing their praises, the Dark Master's expression darkened. “Legendary? Are you calling me old?”

“No, no, no…”

“You’re incredibly young!”

“Exactly, so youthful!”

“If you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d have thought you were just a teenager!”

The Dragon Clan members scrambled to amend their words, their survival instincts in overdrive as they faced one of the ancient Eight masters—a being of unimaginable power.

The entire Dragon Clan combined was probably no match for her.

They tread carefully, while Chen Xuan remained utterly nonchalant.
“The matter is settled. I’ll be on my way now,” Chen Xuan announced.

“Wait, Chen Xuan, my friend!”

“Is there something else?”

“I have an impertinent request. I’d like to invite you to serve as the Punishment Elder of the Dragon Clan.”

As he spoke, Yuan Qian clenched his hand, and a multicolored light coalesced into a purple-gold dragon seal—the Punishment Dragon Seal, the symbol of authority to oversee and enforce punishment in the Dragon Clan.

Chen Xuan waved him off.
“I’m not even part of your Dragon Clan. I have no ties with you. Accepting this role would be inappropriate.”

Yuan Qian replied earnestly, “My friend, you have helped us resolve a great crisis. You are an honored benefactor of the Dragon Clan. Inviting you to this position benefits us far more than it does you.”

Another elder chimed in, “That’s right. If anyone other than Chen Xuan is chosen, I’d object!”


“I second that. With Chen Xuan as Punishment Elder, who would dare act unruly?”


“Agreed! If anyone disrespects you, just punish them as you see fit!”

Yuan Qian had initially expected resistance from the elders. To his surprise, they all agreed enthusiastically—it was an overwhelming vote in favor.

The Dark Master stood to the side, her arms crossed, accentuating her imposing presence. Her face remained cool and aloof.

“Fine,” Chen Xuan said at last. “I’ll take this seal for now, but only temporarily. Once you find a suitable replacement, I’ll return it to you.”

He casually accepted the seal and stored it in his system’s inventory.

“Excellent! Thank you for your help, Chen Xuan,” Yuan Qian said, beaming with gratitude.

As Chen Xuan and the Dark Master departed, the Dragon Clan elders let out collective sighs of relief. Without Chen Xuan’s intervention, they knew their fate would have been dire today.

One elder hesitantly asked, “Chief, was it wise to entrust something as significant as the Punishment Dragon Seal to a human?”

The same elder had been the first to voice his support earlier. Now, he was also the first to express doubt.

Yuan Qian shook his head. “I don’t know. But the Grand Elder said Chen Xuan is no ordinary person. One day, he’ll stand among the strongest in the world.”

“But he’s so ostentatious. Doesn’t that make him a prime target for calamity?”

“Who else besides the Dark Master, the Ancient Eight Masters, or the Symbol Ancestor could command her obedience? Think about that.”

The elder was left speechless.

“Remember this: no matter what happens in the future, we must treat him with the utmost respect!” Yuan Qian’s eyes gleamed with profound insight.


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In the Dao Sect's region, the skies suddenly rippled and twisted violently.

A figure emerged from the rift—a middle-aged man with a striking appearance, clad in black robes and radiating fierce hostility.

“Chen Xuan! Come out and face your death!” he bellowed, his voice imbued with powerful energy that rumbled like thunder across the skies.

If not for the Dao Sect’s protective formations, his shout alone would have deafened many disciples.

“Who is it?”
“Someone at the Samsara Realm! Notify the Sect Master immediately!”

Chaos erupted as Dao Sect disciples scrambled into action, readying for a potential battle.

Moments later, Sect Master Ying Xuanzi appeared in his gray-and-white robes, narrowing his eyes at the intruder.
“Zhao Guangjun from the Nine Heavens Supreme Palace?”

Zhao Guangjun’s voice was frosty. “Where is Chen Xuan? Bring him out to die!”

Ying Xuanzi replied calmly, “What do you want with him?”

Zhao Guangjun’s face darkened. “He dared imprison Ling Qingzhu and must pay for it!”

At that moment, a young woman with icy blue eyes stepped forward. “Who do you think you are to cause a scene here?” It was Ying Huanhuan, her voice sharp and frosty.

Zhao Guangjun sneered. “So, Chen Xuan won’t show himself? Then I’ll massacre your entire Dao Sect!”

With that, he summoned a massive energy sword and slashed it toward the Dao Sect's protective formation.

Ying Huanhuan’s eyes glinted with icy determination.
“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to fight Chen Xuan. Face me instead!”

Her aura surged, and the mark of reincarnation appeared on her forehead, her hair and eyes turning a mesmerizing ice-blue.

Seeing this, Zhao Guangjun’s expression shifted to one of dread. “A reincarnator?!”

Ying Huanhuan’s attack shattered his energy sword, forcing Zhao Guangjun to retreat in humiliation.

“Fine! You win this time, but I’ll be back!” Zhao Guangjun roared before fleeing, his bravado dissolving into disgrace.


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Back at the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace, Ling Qingzhu lay drenched in sweat, her face pale from the torment of the Devouring Heart Gu.

Zhao Guangjun appeared, his voice filled with regret. “Qingzhu, I failed. I couldn’t bring Chen Xuan back.”

Ling Qingzhu forced a weak smile. “It’s... okay...”

But as Zhao Guangjun watched her struggle, a new idea formed in his mind.
“Wait, Qingzhu! I know another way to save you!”