Chapter 1573: Fellow Daoist, Are You in the Wrong Place? (6k)

Chapter 1573: Chapter 455: Fellow Daoist, Are You in the Wrong Place? (6k)

Little Yaoyao’s tiny fingers gently brushed over the jade surface, as if she were caressing her mother’s face.

“Daddy came back today too. He looked so tired, but he was still just as gentle with Yaoyao…”

Speaking up to this point, Little Yaoyao suddenly lowered her voice, as though she were about to share a little secret.

“Mother has to get better soon, okay? Yaoyao has been cultivating properly every day. When Mother wakes up, Yaoyao will show Mother the most powerful spell!”

The seven-colored radiance within the Soul Nourishing Jade seemed to flicker faintly, as if responding to the little girl’s words.

Little Yaoyao’s eyes widened in surprise. She turned her head to look at Zhou Qing: “Daddy! Mother heard it! She just shone!”

Zhou Qing’s heart warmed. He squatted down to meet his daughter’s gaze: “Yes, Mother definitely heard it. She also really wants to wake up early and see how amazing our Little Yaoyao is.”

The little girl happily pressed the Soul Nourishing Jade against her chest, her small face filled with a blissful smile: “Then Yaoyao will talk lots and lots with Mother every day, that way Mother won’t feel lonely…”

Zhou Qing gave a slight nod, the corners of his mouth lifting into a gentle smile.

Off to the side, Yu Yan quietly watched this scene, a trace of heartache flowing in her eyes.

She understood Shen Hanyi’s condition better than anyone, and she also knew that all these years Zhou Qing had been running himself ragged everywhere, solely to find a way to resurrect her.

Looking at the once high-spirited, illustrious heaven’s favored son before her, whose brows now always carried an exhaustion that could not be dispelled, she couldn’t help letting out a soft sigh.

“Zhou,” Yu Yan spoke softly, “Sister Shen will definitely get better.”

Zhou Qing turned his head toward her, gratitude in his gaze: “Thank you for taking care of Yaoyao during this time.”

Yu Yan shook her head, a faint smile lifting her lips: “Yaoyao is very sensible. Rather than say I took care of her, it’s better to say she kept me company.”

She paused, hesitated for a moment, but still asked, “Then what are we planning to do next?”

A sharp, murderous intent suddenly burst forth in Zhou Qing’s eyes. His voice turned cold: “Return to Nanhuang State!”

Those four words seemed to carry a bone-chilling cold, making Yu Yan’s heart give a slight tremor.

But she quickly calmed herself and nodded: “Alright. When do we set out?”

Zhou Qing rose and strode toward the mouth of the cave, raising his head to gaze at the bright moon overhead. His voice was as cold and sharp as a blade: “Let Yaoyao rest for one night. We leave tomorrow!”

This time, those more than forty Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection Demon Beasts had all become fodder for the Blood Pool within the Taichu Secret Realm.

The remaining Spirit Severing Realm Demon Emperor posed no real threat to the Holy Martial Dynasty’s side.

What’s more, those eight people who entered the Taichu Secret Realm—as long as they weren’t idiots—would always be able to withdraw in time if they encountered danger.

Besides, there were still several Spirit Severing Realm powerhouses sitting guard at various places within the Dynasty’s territory; they had never come here at all.

Most importantly, he had completely disrupted Taichu Master’s recovery process.

That old monster would find it difficult to stir up trouble in the short term, and could no longer inflict any substantial damage on the Holy Martial Dynasty.

“I’ve done everything that needed to be done…” Zhou Qing murmured under his breath, cold light sharpening in his eyes. “Now, it’s time to collect the blood debt!”

He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles releasing crisp popping sounds.

This trip back to Nanhuang State, Zhou Qing was determined to turn heaven and earth upside down!

…

Two years later!

A Flying Ship of pure cyan hue sailed through the sea of clouds, its hull suffused with a faint Spiritual Light, dazzling beneath the sunlight.

On the deck, a five-year-old little girl lay sprawled in boredom, her small hands constantly poking at the drifting wisps of cloud.

Little Yaoyao wore a light pink dress, her jet-black long hair tied into two little bunches that swayed back and forth as she bobbed her head.

A Foundation Establishment Late Stage Spiritual Power fluctuation emanated from her entire body, and yet she was completely unaware of just how shocking it was to reach such cultivation at her age.

“So boring…” She pursed her little lips, tracing circles in the layers of cloud with her fingers, watching the stirred mist slowly return to its original state.

At this moment, the cabin door creaked open, and Yu Yan stepped out with measured grace.

She was dressed in a long dress of pale cyan, with only a single white jade hairpin in her hair, exuding a clear and refined air.

“Aunt Yan—” Hearing the movement, Little Yaoyao immediately scrambled up excitedly, her small face brimming with expectation.

Yu Yan smiled gently, walked over, and squatted down beside her: “Feeling bored, are you?”

“Mm!” Little Yaoyao nodded vigorously, her little face scrunching up, “Floating up in the sky like this all the time is so boring. We can’t even go down to play…”

Yu Yan lightly stroked the top of her head: “In just over ten days, we’ll arrive. When that time comes, Aunt Yan will take you to try all the delicious food in the city, alright?”

“Really? That’s great!” Little Yaoyao’s eyes lit up, but then quickly dimmed again. She snuck a glance at the tightly closed main cabin door. “What about Daddy?”

Yu Yan’s expression faltered, a complex look flashing in her eyes: “For the time ahead, you’ll be living together with Aunt Yan.”

Little Yaoyao lowered her head, her small hands twisting the hem of her dress. After a long moment, she whispered, “Okay. Daddy has more important things to do. I understand it all.”

Seeing Little Yaoyao so sensible, Yu Yan pulled her into her arms with aching tenderness.

At the same time, inside the main cabin.

Zhou Qing slowly opened his eyes. The Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree cradled in his arms had already lost its former ethereal aura and turned dim and lusterless.

On the return journey over these two years, he had ceaselessly comprehended the second seal of the Daluo Demon Sealing Seal—Heaven-Sealing Seal!

Though his gains were substantial, this was, after all, an exceedingly rare Inscription-level Divine Technique. To fully grasp it in a short time was practically impossible.

He sighed softly. Naturally, he had heard his daughter’s sensible words outside, and a pang of sourness welled up in his heart.

Yet when he thought of the purpose of this trip, his eyes grew firm again.

“Some things must be done.” He muttered under his breath, took out dozens of Top-Grade Wood Attribute Spirit Stones, and sent them all into the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree.