Chapter 102 Son of Emperor Yan

Gu Zhou was horrified and shocked, looking at the man in white with fear and reverence in his eyes.

If the man in white really stepped into the legendary realm... wouldn't that mean that the common sense passed down from ancient times is wrong?

Is it not impossible for their demon cultivators to reach that realm? Is it just that the demon cultivators in the past had insufficient abilities and were stuck at the top, unable to break through?

Among their clan of demon cultivators, some powerful seniors have already reached that realm?

Thinking of this, Gu Zhou's heart was agitated and he couldn't calm down at all.

She even wanted to ask Lu Heng directly in front of her for advice, to verify whether her guess was true.

But after seeing the power of thunder surging around Lu Heng, he was instantly poured down by a basin of cold water and calmed down.

This senior demon cultivator was a stranger to her, and they met by chance. To inquire about her rashly would be to seek death.

The water tribe in his own river made rude remarks to his senior, but he didn't blame him. He was already extremely merciful. If I continue to pry into privacy without mercy, even a senior expert with a high temper will feel displeased.

Therefore, although Gu Zhou was excited, he did not dare to verify the conjecture in his heart.

She managed to calm down and focus on her unconscious son.

At this time, Xiao Ai had already arrived in front of her on the surging river water, and calmly handed over the unconscious Gu Eagle in his arms.

Gu Zhou quickly showed a smile, reached out to take it with some respect, and thanked him seriously.

"Thank you, little girl."

Gu Zhou had a smile on his face, and his arms had already taken over his unconscious son.

However, at this moment, she touched the little girl's hands.

The moment the two sides touched, Gu Zhou clearly felt the cultivation and Taoism in the little girl in front of him.

If converted into a demon cultivator, he only has about two hundred years of Taoism, which is not very strong.

But the smile on Gu Zhou's face froze, and his reaction was even greater than that of a great demon that had been touched for two thousand years.

She almost lost her temper and grabbed the little girl's wrist in disbelief, dumbfounded.

"This is impossible!!!"

Feeling the two completely different, but calm and gentle, completely integrated forces in the little girl's body, Gu Zhou shouted almost hysterically, "This is impossible!"

This sudden change instantly attracted the attention of everyone on board.

In the cabin, the red-haired woman glanced at Xiao Ai in the river, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Huo Feng was confused and didn't know what was going on. He thought that the Pangjiang Water God was taking Xiao Ai as a hostage, and he suddenly felt nervous.

Lu Heng guessed the reason why Pangshui River God lost his temper, so his expression was calm.

He was still standing on the bow of the boat, standing with his hands behind his hands, quietly looking at the water god in the river.

At this time, Xiao Ai had already taken back his grasped hand with a slight frown on his face, and retreated silently.

But Xiao Ai wanted to retreat, but Pangshui River God didn't dare to stop him.

Because the hysterical shouting ended, she was frightened when she saw the cold eyes of the little girl in front of her, and she immediately recovered from the unbelievable shock.

Now she was holding her unconscious son in her arms, standing in the surging river, staring blankly at the little girl with silver hair and animal ears slowly retreating. The reluctance in the eyes seemed to be seeing the departure of hope...

After a few breaths, Gu Zhou finally reacted.

This time, she didn't hesitate at all and knelt down directly towards the man in white on the bow of the boat.

When his knees landed on the river, there was a crisp splash of water.

What sounded at the same time was Gu Zhou's humble prayer.

"I am in the Pangjiang River, the water god Gu Zhou, begging senior for help!"

Gu Zhou begged, "This child has been tortured since its mother's womb. I tried my best and spent forty years to stabilize its life and give birth to it, but I still couldn't save it."

"The Vulcan Willing Power in his body is fighting endlessly with the evil spirit belonging to the demon clan, tearing his body apart all the time, making him unable to practice, let alone open his spiritual wisdom. Now sixty years have passed, this The child is still as ignorant as a newborn."

"If there is no chance, this child will probably be so sluggish by the time his lifespan is exhausted."

Pangjiang Water God cried at the top of his lungs, "I know I shouldn't disturb the purity of my senior, but this child's serious illness cannot be cured by even the ten witches of Lingshan. Senior is my only hope... Please help me!"

"I am willing to be a cow or a horse in this life and let my seniors drive me around. I only want to exchange for the health of this child..."

In the river, the sad and desolate cry of the river god made people's hearts ache.

Although Huo Feng didn't know what happened, he couldn't help but feel sympathy when he saw the Pangjiang Water God look like this.

Lu Heng looked at the kneeling Jiang Shen wordlessly and said, "Get up first."

Lu Heng said, "Your child's situation is indeed similar to Xiao Ai's. But there are big differences between the two sides, and I may not be able to cure it."

"And the union between the demon clan members and the righteous monks is not impossible. But I have never seen a situation like your child... This child's father..."

Lu Heng said this and did not continue.

But Gu Zhou had already replied quickly, "Senior, this child's father is Lian Shankui, the first emperor of the Huotong Kingdom and the original Yan Emperor."

"Three hundred years ago, I had a marriage with Lian Shankui. Although not many people know about this, I was indeed pregnant with Emperor Yan's child before he passed away."

"As the senior said, the combination of demon clan members and Shinto monks will not have any bad consequences."

"But if you want to blame someone, you can only blame this child for his miserable fate..."

At this point, Gu Zhou's face was bitter, "The descendants of the cultivators who can inherit the talents of their fathers are already the best among men. If there are those with outstanding talents, they can even inherit some of their fathers' foundation."

"Such children are all rare geniuses, often emerging at a young age, and are far beyond the ordinary in the way of cultivation."

"If my child only inherits the foundation of one of his parents, it would be a blessing that I can't even ask for."

"But he is so blessed, so blessed that He couldn't bear it... It's a rare case that a child inherits the cultivation foundation of one of his parents. "

"But my child has inherited both my father's fire god's will and my foundation as a demon. "

"Two completely different forces are fighting day and night, neither of them gives in, constantly tearing his body apart. Such a situation is rare among millions of people! But this poor child happened to encounter it..."

Under the moonlight, the water god of Pangjiang cried with tears all over his face, without any dignity, and kowtowed to Lu Heng again in sorrow and despair.

"I beg you to save my life, senior! I am willing to work like a cow or a horse, just to exchange for the safety and health of this child!"