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Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Chapter 644 645: Langtian Rescues the Beauty, Qingzhu Descends to the Mortal World · Oct 25, 2026

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601 Chapter 601: The Reincarnation Battle and Peace Talks 2026-10-25
602 Chapter 602: The Kun Peng Clan’s Troubles 2026-10-25
603 Chapter 603: The Small Hetero-Demon Domain 2026-10-25
604 Chapter 604: The Shock of the King-rank Hetero-Demon 2026-10-25
605 Chapter 605: The Pagoda Pearl 2026-10-25
606 Chapter 606: The Diluted Version of the ’Eight Divisions Floating Slaughter’ 2026-10-25
607 Chapter 607: The Troublesome True King 2026-10-25
608 Chapter 608: Advancing to the Reincarnation Realm 2026-10-25
609 Chapter 609: Acknowledgment of Master and Request 2026-10-25
610 Chapter 610: The North Sea Abyss and the Quota 2026-10-25
611 Chapter 611: Essence Blood Grades and Entering the Abyss 2026-10-25
612 Chapter 612: The Kun Peng Body 2026-10-25
613 Chapter 613: Beiming Dragon Kun Blood Essence 2026-10-25
614 Chapter 614: Challenge and Clan Shock 2026-10-25
615 Chapter 615: The Powerful Spirit Aunt 2026-10-25
616 Chapter 616: The Tyrannical Dragon Kun Body 2026-10-25
617 Chapter 617: The Shock of Bloodline Pressure 2026-10-25
618 Chapter 618: The Kunpeng Clan’s Law Enforcement Elder 2026-10-25
619 Chapter 619: Competing for Clan Leader 2026-10-25
620 Chapter 620: Lin Langtian’s Influence 2026-10-25
621 Chapter 621: Domineering and Canvassing 2026-10-25
622 Chapter 622: The Dust Settles and the Young Patriarch 2026-10-25
623 Chapter 623 624: Little Marten’s Trouble and Entering the Heaven Cave 2026-10-25
624 Chapter 624 625: Eternal Illusory Demon Flower and Awakening 2026-10-25
625 Chapter 625 626: Hao Jiuyou Defeats Little Mink 2026-10-25
626 Chapter 626 627: The Otherworldly Demon King Descends 2026-10-25
627 Chapter 627 628: Taking Action Against Jiuyou, Dragon Kun Manifests 2026-10-25
628 Chapter 628 629: Dragon Kun Physique vs Eternal Flower Demon Body 2026-10-25
629 Chapter 629 630: Defeating Hao Jiuyou, Battle’s End 2026-10-25
630 Chapter 630 631: Advancing to Minor Symbol Grandmaster 2026-10-25
631 Chapter 631 632: The Two Demon Kings’ Ambush 2026-10-25
632 Chapter 632 633: Battling the Heaven Illusion King 2026-10-25
633 Chapter 633 634: Great Heavenly Evil Demon vs Golden Dragon Kun 2026-10-25
634 Chapter 634 635: The Demon‑Subduing Tower Emerges 2026-10-25
635 Chapter 635 636: The Might of the Eightfold Heavenly Demons 2026-10-25
636 Chapter 636 637: Severing the Two Kings 2026-10-25
637 Chapter 637 638: Martial Evolution and Yuan Gate’s Campaign 2026-10-25
638 Chapter 638 639: The Blackfiend Army and Return to the Eastern Xuan Region 2026-10-25
639 Chapter 639 640: Return to the Great Yan Empire 2026-10-25
640 Chapter 640 641: Taking Up the Clan Leader’s Mantle 2026-10-25
641 Chapter 641 642: The Tacit Understanding of Ying Xiaoxiao and Ling Qingzhu 2026-10-25
642 Chapter 642 643: Aid for the Nine Heavens Taixuan Palace 2026-10-25
643 Chapter 643 644: The Fall of the Taixuan Palace 2026-10-25
644 Chapter 644 645: Langtian Rescues the Beauty, Qingzhu Descends to the Mortal World 2026-10-25
645 Chapter 645 646: Lin Langtian’s Divine Might 2026-10-25
646 Chapter 646 647: Founding the Anti‑Yuan Alliance 2026-10-25
647 Chapter 647 648: The Little Sister‑in‑Law’s Complaint, The Final Battle Arrives 2026-10-25
648 Chapter 648 649: Zhou Tong’s Shocking Return 2026-10-25
649 Chapter 649 650: Battle Against Yuan Gate’s Three Sect Masters 2026-10-25
650 Chapter 650 651: Overbearing Slaughter and Lin Dong’s Late Arrival 2026-10-25

One person standing against an army of a million!

With the last defenses of Nine Heavens Taixuan Palace shattered, under the tidal wave of Yuan Gate disciples, a lone figure stood like a slender tree before a raging flood.

She seemed fragile, yet possessed a tenacity that could not be shaken.

Behind her, the disciples of Nine Heavens gazed at that graceful back, eyes rimmed red. Some of the women could not help but sob aloud.

”Green Lotus Ten Thousand Swords Art!”

Ling Qingzhu’s delicate face was resolute as boundless Yuan Power surged forth, condensing above her into countless emerald swords of energy.

Her jade hand swept down. The air shrieked with the sound of tearing wind.

A storm of swords howled forth like a collapsing sky, smashing into the charging tide of Yuan Gate disciples.

”Ahhh!”

Screams rang out as blood sprayed, staining the ground crimson.

For the moment, the flood of Yuan Gate’s charge had been held back by Ling Qingzhu alone.

Above, the Yuan Gate Grand Elder watched the mounting casualties with blank eyes, black light swirling in their depths. He felt no pity at all—only lifted a hand in a casual wave.

Three Reincarnation‑level elders with gloomy faces stepped past him, cold smiles on their lips.

Their figures blurred and reappeared in front of their disciples an instant later.

With a snort, all three struck out at once. Black light flooded their eyes as torrents of Yuan Power poured forth, weaving into layers of barriers that soaked up the storm of incoming sword light.

”Slaughter Nine Heavens Taixuan Palace!”

Their shout cracked like thunder.

The momentary pause broke; Yuan Gate’s disciples roared and surged forward again toward the wounded defenders.

Biting her lip, Ling Qingzhu moved to intercept—only for three shadows to flicker into place around her.

The three elders sealed off every avenue of advance.

They wasted no time. Yuan Power exploded from their bodies as they each jabbed a finger toward her. Three colossal fingers of energy descended from the heavens, crashing down to crush her.

Ling Qingzhu watched the incoming blows in silence. Then her slender hands came together as dazzling jade light erupted from within her like a tidal wave.

Boom!

The terrifying green radiance streaked out, shattering the three massive fingers as if they were glass before flashing forward to appear before the elders like a ghost.

”Not good!”

A suffocating wave of dread struck the three men. They snarled like cornered beasts as evil black light flooded their eyes.

Swish!

They struck together, hands turning jet‑black as demonic qi coiled around their fingers. Each palm lashed out like lightning toward the oncoming glow.

Buzz!

The emerald light flared, revealing Ling Qingzhu’s flawless form. Confusion flickered through her eyes for a heartbeat. Then her sword hand trembled. Three streaks of sword light flew.

Sss, sss, sss!

Her blade flashed past them, and she slid to a halt with her sword slowly returning to its sheath.

Behind her, thin red lines appeared at the throats of the three elders.

Blood spurted as three heads spun skyward.

”Hmph.”

Beneath her gauzy veil, Ling Qingzhu let out a faint, muffled groan. Three charred handprints smoldered on her shoulder, vivid blood soaking into the thin fabric.

She had slain three Reincarnation experts in a single exchange, but the cost to her body was brutal.

”Clap, clap, clap…”

Slow applause echoed across the sky as the Grand Elder finally stepped out of the black clouds. Black light raged in his pupils as demonic qi towered behind him, blotting out the sun.

”Impressive tricks. It seems I’ll have to handle this myself.”

Lu Feng, Yuan Gate’s Grand Elder, looked at Ling Qingzhu with a savage glint.

Feeling the crushing aura radiating from him, Ling Qingzhu’s slim body shivered once. She tightened her grip on her sword.

She had to hold him here. If Lu Feng broke free, not a single Nine Heavens disciple would escape.

Swish!

She moved first, body turning into a streak of green as a razor‑sharp sword light stabbed toward him like a lightning bolt.

Buzz!

The blade was about to pierce his chest when two withered, black‑veined fingers caught it between them. Sparks flared, but the edge could not advance another hair.

”Heh.”

Lu Feng’s lips peeled back in a cruel grin as his other hand clenched into a fist. Dense magic patterns crawled across his knuckles as an overwhelming, evil power built up.

Boom!

His punch crashed into Ling Qingzhu’s body.

Demonic qi erupted, smashing the air itself to pieces.

Blood burst from Ling Qingzhu’s lips. Sorrow flickered through her eyes as her body whipped backward, tumbling through the air like a broken butterfly.

”Senior Sister Qingzhu!”

Su Rou and the other disciples, halfway through their retreat, cried out hoarsely.

”This is the price of resisting Yuan Gate. Die!”

Madness flashed in Lu Feng’s eyes as he swept his arm forward.

Demonic qi boiled into a thousand‑zhang‑long magic blade. With a flick of his sleeve, the blade tore through space and shot toward the fallen Ling Qingzhu.

She stared up at the onrushing sword, teeth sunk into her lip. A trace of despair crept into her clear eyes.

They had lost.

Nine Heavens Taixuan Palace would be erased beneath Yuan Gate’s butcher’s knife.

”Senior Sister!”

Su Rou’s voice broke as she watched the fragile silhouette below that descending blade.

Swish!

At that very instant, a sharp whistle split heaven and earth.

Far away, space twisted and a figure streaked across the sky like a bolt of living light.

Boom!

The magic blade slammed down.

The earth split open in a web of bottomless cracks; dust and debris erupted, swallowing everything from sight.

Faces went slack with horror.

Su Rou sank to her knees, staring vacantly toward the smoke.

”Senior Sister…”

Then, through the thinning haze, she saw it.

A patch of unbroken ground amidst the shattered plain.

And on that untouched earth, Ling Qingzhu still stood—unharmed.

”That is…”

A cry of shock broke the spell.

Su Rou’s head snapped up.

Not far in front of Ling Qingzhu, a slender, green‑robed figure stood quietly with his back to her.

He wasn’t towering, yet he had taken the full brunt of the storm and held it alone.

”That’s… Brother Langtian?!”

Su Rou stared, eyes wide, at the familiar silhouette. An instant later, she shot to her feet, joy exploding across her face.

Tears blurred her vision.

Behind him, Ling Qingzhu slowly opened her eyes. She gazed at the figure shielding her, biting down hard on her lip as a storm of emotions churned within her.

He turned his head slightly, dark eyes meeting hers.

Gentleness welled silently up in their depths.

”Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you.”

Those firm, protective words broke past her icy composure.

For the first time in years, a nameless ache flooded Ling Qingzhu’s chest. Her eyes grew wet, her breath catching at the tip of her nose.

Before she could steady herself, Lin Langtian bent and swept her into his arms.

The sudden loss of ground beneath her feet stunned her into blankness.

Then instinct kicked in and she began to struggle.

”Be good. Hold still.”

The uncharacteristically soft tone froze her resistance. She raised her head at last.

The face before her seemed even more handsome than in memory.

His usual coldness was gone, replaced by an almost aching tenderness.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. The strength went out of her struggles, leaving only the faint trembling of her hands.

”Brother Langtian?”

Su Rou and the other disciples could only stare, stunned, as he carried Ling Qingzhu toward them.

It took Su Rou a long moment to snap out of it.

”Brother Langtian, it really is you! You’re back in the Eastern Xuan Region?! I knew you’d come back!”

Lin Langtian stopped before her.

Seeing her shining, tearful smile, he couldn’t help but smile back.

”Well done.”

He gently set Ling Qingzhu down and turned back to Su Rou.

Her face lit up at the praise, as if all her exhaustion had melted away.

”Ahem.”

Ling Qingzhu coughed softly at his side. A fresh bloom of red seeped through the veil over her lips. Lu Feng’s strike had left deep damage.

”Senior Sister, are you all right?!”

Su Rou jolted, and the disciples rushed in, rings of anxious faces closing around Ling Qingzhu.

She shook her head slightly. Looking at the blood on their clothes, she said quietly,

”Pull yourselves together. The enemy is still here.”

The words snapped them out of their daze. Their joy faded into grim focus once more.

”Leave the rest to Heavenly Palace. Guard her well.”

Lin Langtian glanced at Ling Qingzhu. Her expression had returned to its usual cool calm, but she refused to meet his eyes—every time their gazes brushed, she turned away.

”Be careful, Brother Langtian. That Yuan Gate Grand Elder is very strong.”

Su Rou bit her lip. Her mind knew he should avoid direct confrontation, but her heart trusted him blindly. The warning that came out was anything but discouraging.

”Heavenly Palace’s Lord has our thanks.”

Ling Qingzhu’s lashes lowered as she spoke softly. ”But if we cannot repel them, I hope you’ll withdraw.

”Even if we are destroyed, Nine Heavens Taixuan Palace will never bow its head to Yuan Gate.”

Su Rou winced, sticking out her tongue silently.

She knew better than most there was something unspoken between the two—but watching the distant look on Ling Qingzhu’s face now, even she was confused.

She had seen her proud Senior Sister drift into dazes during cultivation, lost in thoughts of someone far away.

Yet here, faced with that very person, she spoke as if to a stranger.

Still, no one in Nine Heavens dared question Ling Qingzhu.

In Su Rou’s heart, the two of them fit together too well to ignore.

There were few in the younger generation worthy of Ling Qingzhu—and few women worthy of Lin Langtian. The match seemed written in the stars.

”What ’Lord of Heavenly Palace’? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my name.”

Lin Langtian raised a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching at her formality.

Still so cold. Completely unlike fiery Tang Xinlian.

Ling Qingzhu’s expression did not change. She did not lift her head or answer.

His lips thinned. Suddenly, his hand flashed toward her face with a sharp gust of wind—as if in anger.

Feeling the rush of air, her body tensed and her eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t move.

Swish.

His fingers brushed her cheek.

Cool air touched her skin as the veil was tugged away.

In that instant, the flawless beauty hidden beneath was laid bare.

For a moment, even the air seemed to brighten.

”You—!”

The chill on her face made her start. She snapped her eyes open, staring dumbly at the veil now dangling from his hand.

For once, a flush of shame and anger colored her usually pale cheeks.

”This is much better. Don’t bother playing the immortal in front of me—I’ve never had a taste for that.”

Looking at the fairy‑like woman unveiled before him, with her new hint of mortal color, Lin Langtian felt his fingers itch.

His smile deepened.

(END CHAPTER)

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