After returning to the Divine Hall, Luo Chen ordered a large quantity of divine pills and precious supplements to be sent to him. Zhaozhao accepted them and casually placed them in a corner.
Over the years, Luo Chen had continuously sent many things to him—all sorts of items. Many that Zhaozhao had no use for were piled up in this corner. Over time, the accumulation had grown so much that the corner was now almost overflowing.
Zhaozhao sat on the floor and took out Su’s crimson bone fan for a careful examination.
In his hands, the fan seemed utterly ordinary—until he infused it with Divine Power.
“Pfft.”
In an instant, the unique Demonic Restriction within the fan rebounded the Divine Power he had channeled into it. Still recovering from his severe injuries, the backlash stimulated him to cough up a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Zhaozhao calmly wiped the corner of his mouth, swallowed a divine pill, and thought to himself—he had known all along that this fan was anything but simple.
What exactly was Su up to?
Recalling how, in the storyline, Su would ultimately commit countless evil deeds and betray the God Clan, Zhaozhao felt a throbbing headache.
Now that Luo Chen no longer restricted his movements, Zhaozhao made an immediate decision: he would go to the Peach Grove to find Su.
Pushing open the door of the Divine Hall, he found Duanyu waiting outside, who promptly approached him. “What are your orders, Divine Son?”
“I’m going to the Peach Grove.”
Duanyu understood. “I’ll guide you there.”
Zhaozhao had rarely ventured out and was naturally unfamiliar with the Divine Realm.
With Duanyu’s assistance, they quickly reached their destination.
The Peach Grove was located far from the Divine Hall where the Divine Sons and Divine Officials resided, secluded from the bustling city and isolated from the world—an ideal place for cultivation.
On the other side, Chu Yi, who was guiding Su in his cultivation, slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his foolish disciple still deeply engrossed in his practice, he reached out and patted Su’s shoulder. “Stop practicing.”
Su opened his eyes, his expression annoyed at being disturbed.
“Hmph, you brat.” Chu Yi’s face also soured. “I’m giving you a day off today. Go have fun.”
Chu Yi leisurely smoothed the wrinkles on his robe. Seeing Su still sitting there, he teased, “The person you’ve been thinking about for a thousand years is already at your doorstep, and you’re still—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Su had already vanished without a trace.
Chu Yi: “…Brat.”
He swallowed the rest of his words and slowly made his way outside.
Su had never run so fast before. In just a few breaths, he had already circled the entire Peach Grove.
Finally, in a certain corner, he found Zhaozhao. The young man was curiously staring at the man-eating fish in the river, completely absorbed.
His skin was fair and his entire being seemed pure and untainted, as if untouched by worldly dust. One had to admit, Luo Chen had raised Zhaozhao well.
Zhaozhao had never seen many things before, so everything seemed novel to him. He reached out, intending to catch a fish for a closer look.
Duanyu followed closely behind him. Seeing him about to reach into the water again, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
Earlier, they had encountered an animal that resembled both a cat and a dog—not only fierce but also unattractive. Zhaozhao had stubbornly subdued it, only leaving after petting it a couple of times, satisfied.
Seeing this familiar scene, Duanyu sighed. When she regained her focus, she noticed a young man standing behind Zhaozhao.
She immediately noticed something unusual about the young man’s eyes.
Red Eyes!
A member of the Demon Clan?
Just as Duanyu was about to warn Zhaozhao, she saw him tug lightly at the young man’s robe without even turning his head, as if he had long been aware of his arrival.
“Help me catch a fish.”
Feeling the gentle tug on his sleeve, Su’s heart softened. “Alright,” he said without hesitation, catching the largest fish. The man-eating fish, restrained by Demonic Power, slowly floated into mid-air, allowing Zhaozhao to observe it up close.
“These are man-eating fish, my master keeps them for fun. It’s said such creatures don’t exist outside the Peach Grove. But if you like them, I can catch them all for you to keep as pets.”
Su smiled, his eyes curving into crescents, his narrow, auspicious phoenix eyes reflecting Zhaozhao’s figure.
Just like when they were children.
Zhaozhao was slightly taken aback. Collecting himself, he said slowly, “No need. I was just a little curious.”
“Then is there anything Zhaozhao likes?”
Su’s eyes sparkled, as if whatever Zhaozhao wanted, no matter what it was, he would find a way to get it.
Zhaozhao sighed helplessly, “No.”
Having seen enough of the man-eating fish, Zhaozhao turned and said, “Put the fish back.”
Accustomed to ordering people around, Zhaozhao didn’t realize there was anything unusual about his tone.
And Su was happy to indulge him, doing whatever he was told.
With a plop, Su tossed the fish back into the water and quickly turned to catch up with Zhaozhao.
“Zhaozhao, it’s rare for you to visit the Peach Grove today. How about I show you around?”
“No need.”
“I came today for a reason.”
“Ah?” Su visibly deflated. “So you weren’t here to see me.”
Zhaozhao paused, not understanding why he sounded so disappointed, and explained, “I am here to see you.”
Hearing this, Su immediately broke into a grin, but before he could say anything, he saw Zhaozhao take out a bone fan. His smile froze on his face. Noticing Zhaozhao staring at him, he guiltily rubbed his nose. “What’s wrong with this fan?”
Zhaozhao got straight to the point. “There’s a Demonic Restriction on it. Did you know?”
Su nodded.
“Did you set it?”
Su nodded again.
“What are you hiding?”
Observing his expression, Su secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “As the only pure-blooded member of the Demon Clan with a God’s registry, I don’t have the Demon Clan’s Spiritual Essence to nourish me among the God Clan. Every full moon, the Demonic Breath within me becomes unstable, giving rise to some Malevolent Spirits. So I had no choice but to seal them inside this fan.”
Zhaozhao paused, recalling some basic knowledge about the Demon Clan he had learned in his youth. He had forgotten that Su’s Demonic Breath became highly unstable every full moon.
As for Malevolent Spirits, normal demons, nourished by Spiritual Essence, rarely produced them.
Without it, the higher a demon’s Demonic Power, the more likely they were to generate Malevolent Spirits, which were also difficult to destroy—they could only be cleansed using the Demon Clan’s unique Spiritual Essence.
Leaving Malevolent Spirits within the body for too long could be harmful, which was why Su chose to imprison them in the bone fan.
However, what Su didn’t tell Zhaozhao was that this bone fan had been specially crafted for him by a demon smith. It could convert Malevolent Spirits into its own power. During his battle with Zhaozhao in the Mist Forest, Su had used the Evil Qi stored within it.