404: Chapter 404 The Reconstruction of the Medicine Pool! The Demon Lord's Psychological Defenses Collapse

The deepest part of the Demon Race's limestone cave.

After passing through several narrow and winding underground rivers, the view suddenly opened up.

A Geocentric Demonic Spring, about ten zhang square, lay quietly in the center of the stalactite cave.

The spring water was a deep, mysterious purple, with a layer of dreamlike spiritual mist floating on its surface year-round. This demonic spring gathered the remaining essence of the earth veins in this underground space, serving as the final foundation of the Ancient Demon Race.

After leading Xu Chen here, the Grand Elder tactfully withdrew with the rest of the clansmen. Ye Wushuang followed Xu Chen's instructions, standing guard at the cave entrance with her blade like a dutiful door god, allowing no one to approach.

In the vast geocentric space, only Xu Chen and Ye Jiayin, whom he held in his arms, remained.

As the Death Qi was forcibly dispersed by the Hongmeng Creation Qi, Ye Jiayin had already awakened from her deep coma.

Although she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to move a finger, her deep purple eyes had regained their clarity. She felt the firm and powerful arms tightly encircling her and the masculine scent of the human youth lingering at the tip of her nose, her heart filled with extreme complexity.

She still remembered how, under the world-shattering Supreme Imperial Pressure in War God Canyon, she had burned her Origin and met death with dignity.

She had thought that would be the end of her life.

Who could have imagined that upon opening her eyes again, she would not have fallen into the abyss of the Netherworld, but instead into the arms of the man who had once treated her disrespectfully and even spanked her daughter's bottom right in front of her.

"You... why did you save me..."

Ye Jiayin's voice was hoarse and weak, tinged with a hint of unbelievable confusion.

Xu Chen did not look down at her. Carrying Ye Jiayin, he walked to the edge of the demonic spring. His Divine Thought at the Late Stage of the Great Saint Realm swept over the spring water, confirming that this medicinal pool was sufficient to support the consumption required for Origin remolding.

"This Young Master does things according to my mood."

Xu Chen spoke in a flat tone, then added, "Besides, to beg me to take action, your daughter even stripped off her Demonic Armor and knelt in my Commander's Tent, crying as she pleaded with me. I have always been a man of my word; since I've accepted her 'sincerity,' I naturally have to save the person."

These words were like a heavy hammer, smashing into Ye Jiayin's already riddled heart.

The image of her daughter Ye Wushuang's proud and unyielding nature surfaced in her mind. She knew all too well what kind of inhuman humiliation and despair Shuang'er had to endure to cast aside all dignity and beg for mercy.

"Shuang'er..." Ye Jiayin's eyes instantly reddened, and a clear tear slid down the corner of her eye, disappearing into the lapel of Xu Chen's chest.

"Now is not the time for your maternal instincts to overflow."

Xu Chen interrupted her self-reproach, applying slight force with his arms to place Ye Jiayin's delicate, boneless body into the mysterious purple spring water.

"Although your life is saved, your internal Origin has shattered into pieces. The Spiritual Qi of this demonic spring can only sustain your last breath. To remold your Origin and restore your cultivation in the Great Saint Realm..."

Xu Chen stood at the edge of the spring, slowly unfastening the belt of his moon-white brocade robe.

"...it depends on whether you, the dignified Demon Venerable, are willing to cooperate with my 'special therapy'."

As the brocade robe slipped down, Xu Chen's upper body—perfect like an ancient Greek sculpture and containing terrifying explosive power—was exposed to Ye Jiayin's sight.

A shocking blush instantly rushed onto Ye Jiayin's originally paper-pale cheeks.

As the ruler of the Ancient Demon Race, she naturally knew what this so-called "special therapy" implied. It was a Dual Cultivation secret technique that required the deep intervention of the Yin-Yang Great Dao and the complete fusion of both parties' Divine Souls and Physical Bodies.

"You... you want to take advantage of me..." Ye Jiayin instinctively wanted to retreat deeper into the spring, but her dried-up Dantian made it impossible for her to stabilize herself in the water.

"Take advantage of you?"

Xu Chen chuckled and stepped directly into the demonic spring.

The spring water reached his waist. He strode to Ye Jiayin, wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and forcibly pulled her delicate body—which was about to sink due to weakness—into his arms.

The two bodies pressed tightly together in the warm spring water.

"Ye Jiayin, you don't seem to understand the situation yet."

Xu Chen lowered his head, his deep eyes staring directly into her evasive purple eyes, his tone carrying a dominance that looked down on the world.

"The current Demon Race is a subordinate of me, Xu Chen. Your daughter is also my woman. Not to mention taking advantage of you, even if I wanted you to serve me in this demonic spring right now, it would be your honor as a loser."

These undisguised, arrogant words crushed the last bit of pride Ye Jiayin held as a high-ranking ruler.

She bit her lower lip hard, wanting to retort, but sadly found that she could not find any reason to do so.

In this Myriad Realms Battlefield where the strong prey on the weak, the Demon Race, having lost its utility value, would have long ago become nourishment for the God and Nether Races if not for this man's protection.

Just at the moment her mind was violently shaken.

Xu Chen had already begun to circulate the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art.

The supreme Yang Origin of the Great Saint Realm's Late Stage, mixed with a trace of incomparably overbearing Hongmeng Creation Qi, forcibly surged into Ye Jiayin's dried-up and exhausted Dantian through their touching skin.

"Mm..."

Ye Jiayin let out an unbearable soft moan.

That warm and massive vitality was like a torrential rain after a long drought, crazily nourishing her damaged Meridians. Those shattered Demonic Path Origins began to slowly but firmly re-condense under the guidance of the Yin-Yang Great Dao.

This wonderful feeling of regaining power, intertwined with the trembling numbness brought by her body, formed a giant net that one could not escape.

"Hold me tight. If the Yin and Yang Qi is cut off halfway, you will be a cripple for the rest of your life."

Xu Chen's voice, carrying a hint of seduction, whispered in Ye Jiayin's ear.

Ye Jiayin's whole body stiffened.

She looked at the handsome and arrogant face close at hand, feeling the Devilish Qi steadily rising within her. The Demon Race's innate instinct to admire the strong completely overwhelmed the so-called ethics and reserve at this moment.

She slowly raised her two snowy-white arms and somewhat awkwardly, yet incomparably firmly, encircled Xu Chen's neck.

The tattered black cloak quietly slipped off under the washing of the demonic spring's current, sinking to the bottom of the mysterious purple spring.

"Demon Venerable, please guide me."

Looking at the Demon Venerable who had completely given up resistance, a flash of undisguised possessiveness crossed Xu Chen's eyes. He reached out to pinch her rounded chin and directly kissed those two luscious red lips.

The surface of the demonic spring began to churn violently.

The dense spiritual mist partially obscured their figures.

At first, Ye Jiayin was still a bit reserved, and under Xu Chen's deliberate teasing, she would let out suppressed and shameful whimpers.

With the gradual stabilization of her Origin and the bone-deep experience of ultimate bliss from the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art, this high-and-mighty Ancient Demoness finally cast aside all her pretenses.

In the demonic spring, she transformed into an enchanting purple water snake, tightly coiling around Xu Chen's body.

Her originally lazy and magnetic voice had now completely turned into blood-pumping moans. She even began to actively cater to Xu Chen's movements, greedily absorbing the Yin-Yang Creation Qi that was enough to return her to her Peak.

Her oppressive identity as a female sovereign was completely crushed into a pool of spring water in Xu Chen's palms.

Time lost its meaning in this isolated geocentric limestone cave.

When the churning of the demonic spring's surface finally gradually subsided.

Xu Chen leaned against the smooth stalactite wall. After absorbing the Demon Venerable's top-grade Primal Yin, his Physical Body at the Late Stage of the Great Saint Realm emitted a faint purple-gold luster, and the spiritual power within him was as vast as an abyss or a sea.

In his arms.

Ye Jiayin was like a lazy Persian cat, exhausted to the extreme.

Her long purple hair clung wetly to her snowy-white back. The grey spots of Death Qi on her cheeks had long since disappeared, replaced by a stunningly beautiful blush.

Moreover, her originally dried-up Dantian was now refilled with majestic Demonic Path Laws. Her cultivation at the Peak of the Great Saint Realm actually showed signs of returning to the threshold of a Quasi-Emperor during this hearty "healing" session.

"You are much cuter now than when you were lecturing people with a straight face up there."

Xu Chen wound a strand of her purple hair around his finger, playing with it nonchalantly.

Hearing this teasing, Ye Jiayin's cheeks grew even hotter. She didn't even dare to look up at Xu Chen's eyes, only burying her face deeper into his broad chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat belonging to her man.

In the midst of this quiet and ambiguous aftermath.

From the direction of the stone door on the periphery of the cave, which had remained tightly closed, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came.