They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace: Leng Lici, You Madman!

Red hair flew like a fiery blaze.

The prisoner, who should have been restrained, smirked, staring intently at the figure pursuing him. Viciousness erupted in his golden eyes. As if to provoke him, he tightened his grip on the hostage.

The terrified child’s face was ashen, yet they managed to break through the suppression and began to cry, the sporadic wails sounding all the more pitiful.

Cloud Qingwu fiercely thrust his spear forward with his right hand, attempting to seize the child with his left. But the moment his hand closed around the target, it suddenly vanished, replaced by a tightly coiling, snake-like cold touch.

The child was gone.

Cloud Qingwu stared blankly at his hand, now bound by a soft sword. He was furious; he had actually committed such a basic error.

The culprit’s mockery intensified: “Bai Ze Yuanjun, you truly are kind-hearted.”

Cloud Qingwu’s eyes darkened, his deep sapphire blue gaze imbued with a chilling intensity beneath the surface calm.

He stopped struggling. Leng Lici’s action was clearly based on the certainty that he would stop casting spells because of it, but he would absolutely not give him that satisfaction!

In the fierce wind, red strands of hair chased white ones, then tightly intertwined. The owners of the hair, however, only stared stubbornly at each other, like fierce eagles waiting for the moment the prey revealed a flaw, ready to strike a decisive blow.

Unexpectedly, a bold pelican was poised in the background. A huge suction force swept up from beneath the two of them, pulling them down with an irresistible force.

From Cloud Qingwu’s perspective, he saw a giant red elixir furnace suddenly appear on the ground. Its lid was wide open, like an insatiable Tao Tie, swallowing everything around it.

It was the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace!

His heart skipped a beat. The calmness in his eyes finally fractured. The Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace was best known for refining all inner cores. Whether god, immortal, or demon, anything that entered the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace would be refined into an elixir without distinction.

Leng Lici, you madman!

Did he truly intend to take them both down with him?

He glared at Leng Lici, but saw that the fury in Leng Lici’s eyes was no less than his own. Clearly, the appearance of the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace was not part of the demon’s plan either.

Eight red-and-black speckled tails instantly spread out behind him, attempting to stop the downward trend, but to no avail.

Leng Lici no longer hesitated, letting go of the soft sword that bound Cloud Qingwu. He flipped his body, attempting to smash the troublesome furnace. When the first blow failed, he took out a small knife from his clothes and slashed it in the air, instantly creating a scratch.

He used all his strength to resist the furnace’s pull, pulling out the Ancient Guardian Lamp that had originally been placed in the statue’s heart.

The moment his hand gripped the lamp stand, the next second, he, along with the lamp and Cloud Qingwu, fell into the furnace. Everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

The instant the lid closed, the chaotic scene outside suddenly paused. The God-Defying Temple abruptly fell silent. But this silence lasted only a moment, soon to be filled again by the screams and shouts of people fleeing in all directions as the barrier disappeared.

After the crowd dispersed and escaped, only desolation remained on the ground, indicating what had just happened here.

You Suqian dragged his injured body to the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace. He looked at the red furnace with a complex expression. His original plan was only to get Leng Lici into the furnace; he never anticipated Cloud Qingwu falling in with him.

“B-Boss… wh-what should we do now?” A plump man, covered in dust and utterly disheveled, walked over, trembling uncontrollably out of extreme fear.

“That Cloud Qingwu is the Yuanjun of the Celestial Realm, the Grand-Heir! If the Celestial Realm finds out about this, they’ll d-definitely come looking for us!”

You Suqian calmed down instead. He shrunk the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace back to palm size, his tone full of disdain: “To be this scared, how promising.”

Since Cloud Qingwu delivered himself right to his doorstep, there was no reason not to accept. As long as he refined the two into elixirs and consumed them, there would be no witnesses left. Even if the Celestial Realm was enraged, what could they do to him?

Thinking of this, the last shred of fear in You Suqian’s heart turned into excitement.

Without further delay, he needed to immediately place the furnace over the True Fire for refinement.

…

Inside the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace.

White and red finally stopped chasing and were thoroughly intertwined. Both of their owners had lost consciousness. The Ancient Guardian Lamp lay alone nearby, emitting a faint, eerie light.

At this point, a wisp of red demon consciousness overflowed from Leng Lici’s forehead. As if tempted by the Divine Lamp, the moment it gained freedom, it headed straight for the burning, faint light.

Simultaneously, a wisp of white divine consciousness followed closely. It first lightly touched the red one, as if testing it, then unceremoniously nestled close.

The red one initially seemed somewhat resistant, tilting its body away, but as the white one completely coiled around it, it coiled back just as tightly, refusing to concede.

Illuminated by this sole light source, the red demon consciousness and the white divine consciousness merged, intertwining endlessly, giving rise to an inappropriate sense of sensuality.

The two people lying on the ground lightly frowned, and their breathing gradually quickened.

Hot…

Cloud Qingwu’s consciousness was slightly blurry. He felt as if he had been thrown into a turbulent deep sea, and the “thing” he held in his arms was the only piece of driftwood he could cling to.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, wanting to distinguish what the object in his arms was. All he saw was a fiery red color. It was difficult to see clearly.

The seawater was icy cold, but the object in his arms was exceptionally warm.

Cloud Qingwu tightened his arms, instinctively wanting to lock this warmth in his embrace, but the warmth was restless, climbing upward, trying to penetrate every crevice, sweeping through every part of his body like an invading army.

A massive feeling of comfort and pleasure surged through his body and mind. The unfamiliar sensation made him feel helpless, and he couldn’t help but groan. His thoughts spiraled into confusion.

Not enough.

Leng Lici’s body trembled. A cooling touch strongly caressed his body, offering him a hint of salvation from the scorching fire.

But it wasn’t enough!

The pleasure roaring through his body made him resistant, yet deeply immersed. This was an experience he had never had before, and he couldn’t help but want to seize this unknown pleasure entirely for himself.

The heartbeat sounds in his ears and chest seemed to be in a duet, fueling his uncontrollable panting.

Until a strange muffled groan sounded next to his ear, like a clap of thunder pulling his rationality back.

He looked at the “object” in his arms with suspicion and bit down hard.

His blurry vision gradually cleared. The weight on his body matched the sensation from his dream. Leng Lici shoved the person off him. Before his breathing could steady, the killing intent of his sword tip had already lunged forward.

A moment before being shoved, Cloud Qingwu also woke up. He agilely dodged the sword. The ice spear spun, his magical power forming a blade, striking straight at Leng Lici’s heart with full force.

Leng Lici retreated, leaning against the opposite furnace wall, glaring hatefully at the half-reclining Cloud Qingwu.

The two looked at each other across the space. For a moment, the only sound in the quiet furnace was their heavy panting. The smell of burning wood mixed with the cold, pure scent of ice and snow in the air, as if the ambiguity and sensuality of the dream had seeped into reality.

As they looked at each other with mutual disgust, an uncontrollable hint of strangeness was mixed in.

Leng Lici’s look was even more pronounced, carrying a touch of absurdity within the strangeness.

For a moment, neither of them made a move, quietly retracting the remaining consciousness and soul fragments, the slightly chaotic aura betraying an indescribable sense of discomfiture.

The mingling scents in the air gradually faded as the consciousness was recalled. The instant the last scent vanished, the viciously attacking sword clashed once again with the chilling ice spear, producing a massive “bang.”

As the two forces collided, smoke billowed up in the already messy furnace, which began to tremble.

They had already been injured outside, and this exchange left both of them barely able to stand. They felt their Dantian’s qi and blood churn, and a metallic taste spread in their throats.

Leng Lici fiercely swallowed the blood, his sword-gripping hand trembling slightly, but he showed no sign of letting up his strength, determined to be the final victor even if it took his last breath.

Cloud Qingwu was the same.

Until the temperature inside the furnace suddenly spiked, and water vapor constantly seeped out of the furnace walls due to the high temperature.

Even though Leng Lici and Cloud Qingwu were a powerful demon and god with deep magical power, they began to sweat profusely instantly, their clothes and hair soaking wet.

Nine-Flavored True Fire…

Leng Lici’s gaze sharpened, the gloom in his eyes deepening.

But even so, the force in his hand showed no tendency to slacken.

Cloud Qingwu frowned at Leng Lici. If they continued to hold this deadlock, they would only be refined into an elixir together. Just the thought of it made him feel utterly cursed.

“In three seconds, I will withdraw my magical power. If you can distinguish what’s important, cooperate with me. We can settle our scores after we get out.”

Without waiting for Leng Lici’s response, he was the first to withdraw his strength, turning the spearhead and swinging it towards the furnace wall.

Leng Lici warily watched Cloud Qingwu for a long moment before slowly retracting his bone sword, shifting his attention to the furnace wall.

Cloud Qingwu’s last strike had caused the furnace to shake a few times, but the wall was completely undamaged. He looked at the person beside him: “The Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace is impervious to ordinary magical power. But if your True Fire and my Freezing Ice attack simultaneously, we might have a chance.”

Leng Lici did not move, his tone mocking: “The dignified Yuanjun is afraid of death, too.”

Cloud Qingwu walked over to inspect the furnace wall, his voice cool: “I just don’t want to die with you.” Then, he changed the subject: “What? Do you want to die with me?”

Leng Lici’s expression darkened. He forcefully slicked back his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, then turned around to pick up the Ancient Guardian Lamp from the corner, scoffing: “No interest.”

He then conjured a spell with his right hand, pouring his magical power directly into the lamp, and glanced sideways at Cloud Qingwu.

Cloud Qingwu quickly understood Leng Lici’s meaning. As an ancient divine lamp, the Ancient Guardian Lamp inherently possessed powerful absorbing and transforming abilities. Although it was currently mainly used to absorb incense, it could actually absorb all the world’s energy, including demon power and divine power. When external forces merged with the incense inside, it could amplify the original magical power several times over.

He no longer hesitated, walked to Leng Lici’s side, and likewise conjured a spell, inputting his magical power.

Ice and fire merged at this moment, and golden energy surged up, rushing toward the furnace wall, which was already blackened by the heat. Smoke and golden light filled the entire furnace, creating total chaos within, and vision returned to obscurity.

“Crack!” The unbreakable furnace wall showed a thin crack.

Leng Lici stared intently at the Ancient Guardian Lamp in his hand, but the soft sword at his waist was already unsheathed. The instant the furnace wall completely shattered, it would pierce the person beside him immediately.

At the same time, Cloud Qingwu’s spearhead had also been turned, aimed back at the person beside him.

Bang!

With a sound, the furnace seemed to finally succumb to the unbearable pressure.

Both of their minds were highly focused. Just a little more…

Rumble!

With another deafening crash, the Nine-Turn Elixir Furnace exploded from the inside. Just as the two were about to strike, a bolt of heavenly lightning descended from the sky, striking them both directly.

“Wuwuwu—Wah!”

In the middle of the ruins, a loud cry of a baby echoed through heaven and earth.