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Chapter 267 266. Homeward Journey (5.6K words - please subscribe)
A few days later.
An empty ship re-enters the starry sky.

In addition to Ning Yunmiao, there were four other passengers on the boat: Song Yan, Han Weizi, Han Lingzi, and Xiaobing.

Xiao Hanshan and Hua Xianggu did not follow.

They are ghost cultivators.

For a ghost cultivator to go to Tianqi Sword Palace is tantamount to asking for trouble.

So, they stayed in the Ximing Territory, waiting for the arrival of the Bai family of the Qingming Chamber of Commerce.

The Bai family is their final destination.

At this time, Han Weizi and Han Lingzi were leaning on Song Yan's left and right sides, looking at him curiously, their faces filled with a strong desire for knowledge. At this point, they naturally wanted to know who their men were.

Song Yan didn't say anything, but Ning Yunmiao stepped forward and pointed out directly: "He is Song Yan."

After these two words were spoken, the Han sisters were all extremely surprised.

Even though they were far away, they had heard of the deeds of the genius from Tianqi Sword Palace. However, when they were getting along with their husband, the genius was still slaying demons and eliminating monsters, so the time didn't match at all.

Ning Yunmiao added: "He is the real Song Yan, but he left his name in Tianqi Sword Palace before leaving."

Han Weizi thought about it for a moment and understood. She suddenly felt strange and thought to herself, "So my husband is really not an old weirdo. Then, isn't it just a small horse pulling a big cart?"

Soon, she felt a little sad again, thinking that with her husband's return, it would be impossible to be as close to him as she was in the Western Underworld and to be by his side.

Just this senior Ning, she felt that he was more important in Langjun's heart than her. She was just a woman that Langjun flirted with when he was playing outside, and she just brought physical pleasure to Langjun. But Langjun had his own life, and she and Xiao Lingdang were just accidents.

Maybe after arriving at the destination this time, she will part ways with her husband.
The young man controls terrible power and has a powerful background, just like the royal family of the mortal world who hide their identities and visit the mortal world. She and Xiao Lingdang are just two women who were brought to bed by the royal family on a whim for some fresh excitement.

Han Weizi figured out the cause and effect, breathed a sigh of relief, and calmed down her gloomy mood. A faint but sad smile rose in her heart: "This should be the last journey with my husband."

She turned her head and glanced at Han Lingzi not far away.

The two women's eyes met, and they both saw each other's thoughts, and realized that the other understood the situation.

Han Weizi felt sad, and there was even a hint of tears in Han Lingzi's lowered eyes.

The starry sky, the starlight rolls like dust.

The empty boat rides the wind and waves.

The crane spreads its wings and cuts through this place.

The Western Underworld is getting farther and farther away.

Song Yan glanced at Han Weizi and Xiao Lingdang.

He suddenly hugged the two young ladies in his arms, looked at Ning Yunmiao and said, "These are my two Taoist companions. I like them very much and have already regarded them as my family members. From now on, let them call me Senior Sister, okay?"

Han Weizi and Han Lingzi were both stunned, and a warm feeling arose in their hearts. They just wanted to merge with their lover and bring him the best and happiest things.

Ning Yunmiao looked at the two women.

Before she opened her mouth, Song Yan started talking again.

He hugged the soft and beautiful woman on his left and said, "Han Weizi, she accompanied me through my lowest moments. She always cheered me up when I was lost and desperate. If it weren't for her, I might have become a madman without reason."

He hugged the clever young lady on the right and said, "Han Lingzi, when I was being chased by the Crazy Saint and almost had no way out, she gave me her Xuanca body. After that, no matter what Junior Brother wanted, she supported and understood."

After he said this, Ning Yunmiao looked at the two women with a little more respect.

This spotless female cultivator of the righteous path looked at Han Lingzi and said, "Since you are my junior fellow Taoist companion, you should know that you should encourage good deeds and remind bad deeds. Otherwise, you will have no bottom line and will eventually fall into the devil's way if you are muddleheaded."

Han Lingzi disagreed in his heart, thinking that it was up to her husband to do whatever he wanted, good or bad, but on the surface he did not dare to disobey Ning Yunmiao's wishes, so he responded respectfully, "Yes."

Ning Yunmiao nodded and said, "Junior brother, come here for a moment."

Song Yan then let go of the two women. The three of them looked at each other, and Song Yan walked away. The two women followed him and saw him off with gentle eyes like his wife. That was a deep dependence, it was that you were the only one in the world, it was love that had entrusted everything to you.

Song Yan followed Ning Yunmiao to the cabin high up in the sky boat, and then stopped.

Ning Yunmiao did not continue to talk about the two women, but asked: "What should we do now?"

Ever since she saw Song Yan kill the Blood Demon in seconds and reach the same late stage of the Realm Spirit realm as her, Ning Yunmiao has changed the way she looks at Song Yan. She no longer takes the initiative to make decisions, but instead discusses with him.

Song Yan said: "Ming Ruyin said too much information, and even you don't know about the matter of the Blood River Saint, which is enough to show how deeply the Blood River disciples are hidden.

There is a life lamp in Tianqi Sword Palace. Now that Ming Ruyin is dead, her accomplices must know it instantly. Then they can contact her to find out why she is here, and it will be easy to lock on to them.

This time, if we return normally, we will have to face the endless harm and pursuit from the Blood River Sect members in the future."

Ning Yunmiao smiled faintly and said, "I think we should not only return normally, but also return in a grand manner, and then expose Ming Ruyin's matter and find those people from the Blood River Sect one by one, so as to eliminate the cancer in our Tianqi Sword Palace."

Upon hearing this, Song Yan just closed his eyes slightly and saw "the bloody storm caused by doing this."

He and she will be at the center of the storm and face continuous dangers in an environment where it is difficult to distinguish between friends and enemies.

This is no different from a vanguard and no different from cannon fodder.

Ning Yunmiao noticed Song Yan's silence and asked, "What do you think, Junior Brother?"

Song Yan said: "Why not hide near Tianqi Sword Palace first, wait for an opportunity to pass on the information, establish contact with trustworthy people, and then wait and see what happens."

Ning Yunmiao fell into deep thought, and after a long while he said, "Fly back first, I'll think about it carefully."

Song Yan returned to the cabin of the empty boat. Inside the cabin, the Han sisters rushed over happily, calling out "Song Lang, Song Lang". The previous touch turned into trying their best to cater to him.

On the jade platform, three bodies collided with each other, and then stopped abruptly in the call to climb to the highest peak.

Two sets of dresses of different styles were hanging quietly on the hangers, with the soft hems and ribbons hanging down quietly, and below them were two pairs of boots and a pair of embroidered shoes.

Han Lingzi is heroic and full of energy, and naturally wears boots;

Xiao Wei'er, however, was wearing embroidered shoes.

Song Yan lay comfortably on the jade table, with two charming little fairies on each side.

Two jade-white little feet hung on his calves, one on the left and one on the right.

Han Weizi's feet were even smaller, like crystal clear and fleshy jade dew, and they were still pressing hard against his skin; Han Lingzi's feet were quite slender, and they cleverly turned a corner and hooked his ankles tightly, as if they wanted to be fixed to him tightly and would not separate no matter what.

Han Weizi's expression changed when she looked at Song Yanzhen because she knew that he was only over two thousand years old. She looked like an older sister looking at her younger brother and gently wiped away the sweat that was caused by overwork.

Han Lingzi breathed gently into his ear.

Song Yan's mood became very happy.

His body regained its vitality.

The hidden anxiety that had just arisen in his mind had also vanished, replaced by confidence.

He has been on the run too many times, one could even say he has been on the run all the time. He is tired of this kind of life and this kind of passivity. No matter what is waiting for him ahead, he is ready.

His heart was full and happy, just like a young boy who grabs his first love's breast for the first time, filled with endless enthusiasm and yearning for the future.

It doesn't matter how dangerous or dark this road is.

Because he will definitely go there.

Han Lingzi was looking at him. After knowing her man's real name and past, she felt her love for him became even more intense. However, she still didn't understand one thing, so she directly sent a message: "Song Lang, why do you want to go to Tianqi Sword Palace? It's not conducive to your development there."

Song Yan said softly: "Whether there are saints on either side, at least there are people I trust on the Tianqi Sword Palace side."

The three of them were close to each other, almost face to face, and even if they were communicating through thoughts, all three of them knew it, and it could be considered as pillow talk among the three of them.

Han Weizi transmitted his thoughts, "My dear, why don't you just find a level 5 cultivation area and kill all those cultivators? You can make further progress. Why bother going to Tianqi Sword Palace to wade into the muddy water?"

Han Lingzi and her sister reached a tacit understanding and said, "That's right, as long as you kill a few more Xiuxuanyu, I don't think anyone can be your opponent!"

Song Yan couldn't help but laugh.

The two women were giving some vicious but not very smart ideas again.

But even though she was stupid, she was still his woman after all, and she was always by his side, so he explained, "One of the most suicidal behaviors in the world is to keep jumping around even though you have no background.

The Western Netherworld is located on the edge, and due to various circumstances, a vacuum period was formed, which gave me time to digest the remaining forces after I killed the Emperor of Chang Ye.

But think about it, let alone if someone knew that I was a monster who could become stronger by devouring others, even if someone knew that I controlled the power of the Wawen curse, what would happen? "

Han Lingzi said unhappily: "Who cares? We are not easy to bully! Whoever wants to take advantage of us, we will drag him down with us, even if he dies, and make him suffer!"

Han Weizi thought for a moment and said, "We can develop our power in a low-key manner and slowly take over. If a strong person comes to cause trouble and we can't afford to offend him, we can go to another place to kill people.

We can also develop many subordinates to help confuse the view. But when we arrive at Tianqi Sword Palace, we are afraid that we will be dependent on others. If Langjun wants to devour us again, he will not have this opportunity. "

Song Yan couldn't help but ask: "Sister Wei, let's not talk about the distant future. Do you think it's useful for Emperor Chang Ye to develop so many subordinates?"

Han Weizi was choked.

Song Yan continued, "Do you think that if a strong person from the fourth level of Xuanhuang, or even the fifth level, or a higher level comes to search for us, can we still successfully escape from the Ximing Territory to another Xuanxuan Territory?

Even if they really escaped, they would be unfamiliar with the Xiuxuan Territory, and would be completely in the dark, not knowing the depth of the water."

Han Lingzi said, "Sir, why do you want to boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige? I don't believe it!" Han Weizi hesitated and said, "Such a powerful cultivator should not be bored and come to trouble us, right?"

Song Yan began to explain helplessly.

He discovered that the two women might not have any idea about the "Wawen Curse".

He was not impatient at all.

A long time ago, he thought that a silly but kind nun like Enli would be a good match for him.

But now, he found that the stupid witch might be more suitable for him.

Because they are evil women, they will keep giving him vicious ideas; because they are stupid, he can keep rejecting these vicious ideas; and the evil women will not get angry when their ideas are rejected, and will not make any moral criticisms, they will only think "Wow, my husband is so powerful, so vicious, so mean, so scary, I like him so much".

The empty boat travels in the boundless starry sky.

One day, Song Yan stood at the window and looked into the distance.

The red light in the distance gradually became more intense, like a red dot slowly exploding into a red ball, a red river, a red sea.
This was the Rusty Sword and Blood Abyss that he had always wanted to go to.

He watched quietly.

At some point, a voice came from beside him.

"It's really tiring to be a junior fellow practitioner." The ascetic female cultivator in hemp clothes stood beside him with a teasing smile.

Song Yan immediately realized that his senior sister had peeked.

Although my senior sister is a decent person, the character on her natal talisman is "Ming Chen", not "Heartless" or "Cold".

Senior sister always has seven emotions and six desires.

Before in Tianqi Sword Palace, Song Yan actually wanted his senior sister very much, but now, the Han sisters have fulfilled his heart, and that passionate feeling has dulled a lot.

So, he directly teased, "What about Senior Sister's Taoist partner?"

They are all Xuanhuang monks. Unless they are like Xiao Lingling who wants to protect their "Xuan Cha body", who hasn't experienced sexual intercourse between men and women in thousands of years?
Ning Yunmiao leaned forward slightly, with his elbows on the window sill, looking at the starry sky, and said: "Love, hate, separation, these were things that happened before I entered the Xuanhuang Realm. They were unforgettable at that time, but I haven't had a Taoist partner since I entered the Xuanhuang Realm."

Song Yan smiled and said, "What do you think of me, Senior Sister?"

Ning Yunmiao was surprised and asked, "You?"

Song Yan said: "Junior brother's realm was low when he was in the lower realm, but now he is as high as Senior Sister."

Ning Yunmiao thought of the past and pondered for a long time, but still shook his head indifferently.

Song Yan did not ask any further questions. Maybe his senior sister had mysophobia and did not want to share her Taoist partner with other women. Maybe she disliked the dark aura he was exuding at the moment. Or maybe there were other reasons.

But since he shook his head, he didn't pursue her any further.

Lift it up gently, put it down gently, that's all.

The two turned their attention back to the front.

At the end of consciousness
It was raining blood in the rusty sword abyss. Drops of red rain flew obliquely from the tip of the rusty sword, carrying an unspeakable stench, filling the distant borderland.

Song Yan suddenly said, "Today's blood rain is quite heavy. I have never seen it before in Rusted Sword Blood Abyss. Senior Sister, let's avoid this place."

Ning Yunmiao recalled Ming Ruyin's words before. This Rusty Sword Blood Abyss was obviously related to the Blood River Saint. Since the Blood River Saint still existed, such a place would naturally have to be avoided.

So she hurried up to the platform where the boat was steered and began to change the course.

The starry sky has its own routes.

Every spaceship goes somewhere automatically according to the route map.

Rash manual operation and deviating from the route would lead to getting lost and various unimaginable problems, but Ning Yunmiao decided to listen to his junior brother. After all, his junior brother seemed too stable.

咯.
Ka Ka Ka Ka
The empty boat began to turn.

And at the moment of turning, a strange vibration suddenly came over, and the empty boat began to shake, up and down, with the amplitude becoming more and more violent, like a large ship sailing on the calm sea encountering wind and waves.

A sharp sound suddenly rang out, and that sharp sound quickly turned into a chain of large-scale, mutually resonating metallic harsh friction sounds.

Song Yan looked in the direction of the voice and his eyes fell on Rusty Sword and Blood Abyss.

On the rusty sword, dark red blood veins suddenly lit up, as if it was injected with some evil vitality.

The tip of the sword in the sky began to tremble, and the blood drops that were originally dripping slowly suddenly accelerated, turning into scarlet blood lines, pouring down like a rainstorm, and shattering the shield that blocked the blood rain.

The monks on the ground of Rusty Sword and Blood Abyss began to resist because of this accident.

But soon, those blood drops twisted and deformed in mid-air, and the original blood lines turned into countless tiny sharp blood blades, shooting towards the ground in an overwhelming manner.

One of Song Yan's incarnations was also among them. It was this incarnation that detected that another Black Crane Ancient Boat of the Tianqi Sword Palace was passing by, which made him go to the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty to wait and see.

This external incarnation had not noticed anything abnormal before, and Song Yan's "bypass" just now was actually a huge cost to avoid possible risks without any signs.

But now, the abnormality actually happened.

When you possess rare treasures and are involved in higher-level fighting, you will find that the world you know suddenly becomes extremely strange.

Rusty swords and bloody abysses, with people suffering everywhere.

Song Yan's external incarnation was an evil cultivator in the Xuanhuang realm, and at this moment he quickly lost contact.

Monsters with muscles like heavy armor and blood flowing all over their bodies formed in the blood river.

It's the blood demon!
What was even more terrifying was that the countless rusty swords in the sky also began to move, from always pointing vertically downward to slowly tilting, until all the sword tips were pointing towards the ancient boat in the distance.

The black cranes pulling the boat were frightened silly.

The ancient boat therefore stopped where it was.

Weird words appeared on the rusty sword blade, and the broken boundary membrane and space were distorted as if they were forcibly torn apart by some force, forming dark cracks.

That is the turbulence of the void, the broken void.

Song Yan came to the platform.

The same goes for the Han sisters.

Ning Yunmiao was activating the ancient boat shield, and layers of golden flames were expanding outwards. When the formation was fully expanded, it was even enough to withstand several attacks from the four realms of Xuanhuang.

Song Yan sighed: "This game was set up long enough in advance."

Ning Yunmiao said: "You should say that you are really respected by the saints. Tell me, how many saints have you offended?"

Song Yan said: "Can you blame me for this?"

The light-hearted words were just to lighten the mood, and both of them kept their eyes on the distance.

The quiet starry sky has been dyed dark red.

The next moment, countless rusty giant swords shot out from the honeycomb-like broken void. Each giant sword was an abandoned little world, and every drop of blood on the sword was wriggling like a living thing.

Ning Yunmiao said: "Junior brother, use the power of the spirit race."

As she spoke, the power of many living beings began to emanate from her body. They were white cranes as smooth as snow. The power of the white cranes had reached the second level of Xuanhuang. The core white crane exuded power that was no less than Ning Yunmiao's. It was obvious that it was an ancestral spirit.

Every cultivator in the late stage of the Realm Spirit is already an army, but they usually cherish their own spirit race and do not want to use them.

"Junior brother, now is the time to mobilize the spirit race!"

Ning Yunmiao urged again.

Song Yan looked at the sleeping little white tiger in his soul in silence and shouted, "Wake up, wake up quickly."

Ning Yunmiao asked, "Isn't it something shameful?"

Song Yan saw that the little white tiger didn't wake up no matter what, and it was obvious that it didn't care about the situation at all, so he said helplessly: "I am in the late stage of the world spirit, but I don't have a spirit race, and my world spirit doesn't obey my orders."

Ning Yunmiao opened her mouth in surprise.

Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "You have to lose something if you gain something. I don't have a world spirit, so I can use the power of Saint Nuwa. But, I can't handle so many giant swords."

While they were talking, the rusty sword arrived.

Ning Yunmiao flew out, his body spinning rapidly like a snow-white dahlia. Many white cranes emerged and fought against the living rusty sword one by one.

Song Yan and the Han sisters barely managed to hold on to the empty boat, and he found that he might be extremely strong in a one-on-one fight, but this kind of large-scale battle was his fatal weakness.

His little white hands could only pull one at a time, but now, there were so many giant swords here.

At this moment, Ning Yunmiao suddenly let out a cry of joy.

“Grandpa!!”

In the distance, an old man emerged. He looked ordinary, with no empty boat under his feet and no boundary spirit beside him. He just happened to come here as if he was taking a walk after dinner, and then he just happened to raise his finger towards the rusty sword that was like a storm in the distance, and then lightly tapped it.

(End of this chapter)