Like Changtian’s long journey across the entire Southern Continent to annihilate the Jiuxiao Sect, such events have been extremely rare in the past few millennia. And the most important point is — Tianling Pavilion also figured that, even though they are not on good terms with the Hidden Stream, the Hidden Stream may not necessarily have the energy to deal with it. Because Tianling Pavilion is renowned for its stronghold over the mines, even if the Hidden Stream eliminates this Immortal Sect, what meaning would it have? It’s a million miles away, could they possibly send Hidden Guards to mine here?

Aside from avenging past grievances, how could the shrewd Lord Divine Monarch engage in such a pointless and detrimental act?

She pouted. Though she understood clearly, she still felt displeased. She had only been away for three years, and now another woman had set her sights on something exclusively hers? This feeling was super annoying!

"She visited Hidden Stream three times, and I only met her out of courtesy the first time. After that, we didn’t meet alone, at most exchanging a toast at a banquet."

"Little baby, my actions have always been guided only by a clear conscience." His voice, mellow as wine, echoed behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Even if I’ve entered the True God Realm, it doesn’t stop others from liking or disliking me."

Given his character, would he actually explain to her? She was just startled, and Changtian’s next words almost pinned her to the spot: "Otherwise, what do you think I should do about Miluo and Quan Shifang?"

Just a Yan Lingxue was enough to upset him. When he accompanied her all the way, witnessing Miluo and Quan Shifang entangled with her incessantly, what could he have felt? Hearing the suppressed anger in his voice, Ning Xiaoxian’s body stiffened.

This was also what she felt most guilty about.

"When you were asleep, I had no mind to deal with them. Now that you’re awake, every time I hold you, I want to kill them. Tell me, what should I do?"

Changtian’s icy killing aura seeped from his body, like a needle piercing her skin. She knew he wasn’t joking; he truly had thoughts of eliminating Miluo and Quan Shifang. The more he possessed her, the more he loathed the two men who had pursued her.

"Hmm, Changtian..." With her windpipe blocked, she struggled to speak, her voice turning hoarse. Deep down, she didn’t want those two to die because of her.

As soon as her rosebud lips slightly parted, he pinched her chin, tracing her lip line with his slender fingers, coldly saying, "Hmm, I remember Miluo even kissed you here."

She dared not speak.

After a while, Changtian’s killing aura receded like the tide.

She had rescued him from prison and given him the most precious part of a woman’s heart. This kindness and intention were clear as day and night. What was the point of pursuing matters of the past? From now on, he only needed to hold her tightly in his grasp.

It took him quite a while to say, "I’ve also said, if they keep tangling with you, their lives surely won’t be spared."

Though his words were harsh, she keenly sensed his reduced killing intent, and finally relaxed, her mind becoming sharp again. Instinctively, she retorted, "Then if Yan Lingxue covets you again, I’ll make sure her life isn’t spared either."

His killing aura was overwhelmingly terrifying, but for her, it was just a momentary fright. Seeing that nothing was amiss now, she recovered faster than anyone.

This time, he chuckled, his laughter vibrating her chest too: "As you wish."

The fear had vanished from her eyes, now her large eyes darted around, clearly plotting some mischievous scheme.

Changtian sighed internally, realizing he still couldn’t scare her. "Yan Lingxue’s leaving for Tianling Pavilion tomorrow morning; it’s too late for you to scheme now." His words hit the mark, and indeed, he saw her face show frustration. Seeing her jealousy for him, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction, "And what about the thing Huangfuming gave you? Hand it over!"

Had he truly not been constantly distracted, watching her through his True Body? How could he know so coincidentally, nothing could escape his eyes! Ning Xiaoxian pouted, taking out the Jade Pendant and placing it into his palm: "Here, for you."

He took it, looked at it for a couple of minutes, and seemingly used Divine Power to inspect it, finally showing a sneer.

"What’s the matter, is there something else about this Jade Pendant?"

"Indeed, it contains only three Spirit Assistance Spells, but in addition, there’s an extremely subtle Tracking Spell."

She wondered, "A Tracking Spell, placed on me?"

"It appears Huangfuming is very concerned about your whereabouts, or perhaps the whereabouts of the Jade Pendant’s holder." Changtian cast her a slight glance, "This spell technique was lost during Ancient Times; I’ve only seen it a few times, never thought I’d encounter it again after tens of thousands of years. Truly, what an extraordinary coincidence!"