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Chapter 279 My Son's Cold Sorrow
"Oh!"
A deafening roar shattered the silence, and the entire palace collapsed amidst the violent tremors.
Gao Huohuo collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently, his bangs soaked with sweat and clinging to his pale cheeks.
Her fingertips were still trembling slightly; that strike had almost exhausted all her strength.
Purple shadows and cold light hovered around her, like two protective barriers, coldly pointing at the menacing demonic cultivators all around.
"Hand them over," she gasped, her voice as cold as ice.
"Otherwise, it won't be these inanimate objects that fall next time."
If it weren't for the system, her attack just now would probably have taken most of her life.
"Demon Lord, something terrible has happened! Your bedchamber has been attacked by Gao Huohuo—"
“I’m not blind.” Ying interrupted his subordinate’s report impatiently, his gloomy gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground. “Go and bring the person here.”
He deliberately delayed for so long; Mei should have finished by now.
After all, Zhong Hanshang sacrificed himself voluntarily, so there shouldn't be any problems...
"Whoosh-"
A sharp gust of wind suddenly struck, and Ying hastily dodged to the side, the throne behind him turning to dust with a deafening roar.
The flying debris grazed his cheek, leaving a small bloodstain.
"Huo Huo, let me explain—"
"An explanation?" Gao Huohuo sneered, his fist still pounding. "An explanation for keeping me out?"
Her attacks became increasingly fierce, each punch accompanied by a whistling sound.
Why did you lie to me?
Ying dodged awkwardly, not daring to retaliate.
"Before I met Mei, I really didn't know about this! It was only later that I heard about Zhong Hanshang's background from Mei Demon Lord... I'm not lying to you!"
"Didn't you lie to me?"
Anger flared in Gao Huohuo's eyes. "Then why did you attack me at the crucial moment?"
He always talks about being the Demon Lord's wife... but he already has a fiancée!
Scumbag!
Ying secretly groaned. This development was completely unexpected—shouldn't she be pressing for information about Zhong Hanshang's whereabouts?
“Huo Huo, Zhong Hanshang volunteered to sacrifice himself to save his mother; no one forced him.”
"Voluntary?" Her fist suddenly stopped in mid-air, her voice trembling slightly. "Is he insane?"
Or is it that... Zhong Hanshang has been waiting for this moment since he was a child?
The moment he saw his mother, this thought finally overwhelmed all reason.
Although she knew in her heart that what Ying said was probably true, Gao Huohuo still refused to believe it.
She slowly lowered her hand and said expressionlessly, "I want to hear him say it himself."
Meanwhile, in the territory of the Succubus Lord.
Zhong Hanshang's body convulsed violently on the altar, and the hideous demonic patterns on his back burrowed into his skin as if they were alive.
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his pupils kept shifting between crimson and black.
"Don't resist, your body is already infused with demonic blood."
Fragments of memories flashed wildly through my mind: the morning bells and evening drums of the Qingyun Sect... my mother's pale face in the ice coffin...
The final image is frozen on that day, the warmth emanating from Gao Huohuo's fingertips as she placed the breath-holding stone into his palm.
Darkness surged in like a tide, suddenly engulfing the entire scene.
He walked alone in the void, surrounded by emptiness, without sound or light.
He vaguely remembered someone waiting for him to return, but he couldn't recall what that person looked like.
Until a fiery red ripped through the chaos, and someone shouted his name at the top of their lungs—
"Zhong Hanshang!!!"
He suddenly opened his eyes.
What came into view was an unfamiliar dome, and the wooden bed beneath me exuded a bitter, fishy medicinal smell.
The succubus lord and his mother had vanished without a trace. He tried to get up, but found himself very weak.
I tried to move my fingers, but found that even breathing made my internal organs ache.
The footsteps grew closer. He immediately closed his eyes.
"Shang'er, are you awake?"
Zhong Hanshang's pupils contracted sharply; the gentle tone made him wonder if he was still dreaming.
He opened his eyes and met the succubus's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with guilt and love he had never seen before.
An ominous premonition suddenly gripped my heart.
"Where is my mother?" He moved his lips silently.
Although he couldn't speak, the succubus understood his lip movements.
I patted him on the shoulder and helped him sit up.
She took out a bright red pill from the jade bottle and gestured for him to take it first.
"Shang'er, this is a pill from our demon race, and it's most effective for your current condition."
"Take this first, then I'll tell you about your mother."
Zhong Hanshang, without suspecting anything, swallowed the pill.
Soon a burning sensation came through my body, followed by a cooling sensation.
Zhong Hanshang curled up and circulated his spiritual power. Two hours later, the boundless demonic energy perfectly merged with the Daoist spiritual power, and his cultivation level soared to the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement Realm!
"Your mother's wish has been fulfilled." The Succubus's voice suddenly choked with emotion as she placed down a memory bead.
"What she wanted to say... is all here."
In the instant the light and shadow unfolded, Zhong Hanshang heard the voice that had haunted his dreams for over twenty years—
"My son, Han Shang, I am your mother—Princess Shu of the Demon Clan..."
In the photo, his vivid mother, so different from the one he remembered, is smiling gently.
"My son, Hanshang..."
The woman in the photo pearl called out softly, her voice like a gentle breeze that had traveled through more than twenty years.
She paused in her hand as she wove the sword tassel, her knuckles turning slightly white.
"In my whole life, the person I have wronged the most is you."
A tear fell onto the half-finished sword tassel. She hurriedly tried to wipe it with her sleeve, but the more she wiped, the wetter it became.
"I couldn't watch you grow up, I couldn't teach you swordsmanship, and I couldn't even hold you and say 'it doesn't hurt' when you were injured for the first time."
Zhong Hanshang's fingertips dug deeply into his palm.
In the photo, the mother raises her tearful eyes, then suddenly smiles. That smile reminds him of how he used to give Gao Huohuo candy to coax her when she was angry.
“But my Han Shang is so handsome.” Her gaze gently traced the void, as if looking at him through time.
"Unlike your father, who was rigid, and unlike your mother, who was impulsive when she was young, the Qingyun Sect has raised you very well."
When she mentioned "your dad," her eyelashes trembled slightly, but her knitting movements became even smoother.
The red thread danced between her fingers, gradually forming a peace knot.
"Aunt Mei has a fiery temper, but she truly cares about you."
She suddenly coughed, staining her cuffs dark red, but she still insisted on finishing the last section of the tassel.
"That Heart-Burning Pill... cough cough... can allow you to completely fuse the bloodlines of the two races. However..."
She stroked the finished sword tassel and suddenly choked up.
"But your mother is greedy; she wants to ensure your path is smooth, yet she also hopes that you will occasionally...occasionally remember..."
The words stopped abruptly.
The woman in the photo turned her back in a panic, her shoulders shaking violently.
When she turned around again, she had a bright smile on her face, but her eyes were red.
"The sword of Jinghong is too strong and easily broken."
She held the sword tassel up to the memory bead, where golden patterns shimmered faintly between the red threads.
"This ear of grain is imbued with my mother's heart's blood. From now on, when you wield your sword, it will naturally temper your killing intent by a third."
Her figure began to blur, but her voice grew clearer.
"Han Shang, your mother doesn't want you to seek revenge, doesn't want your obsession. I just want you..."