inspire-indiana Chapter 653 I Marked Him with a Six-Pointed Star
Chapter 653 I Marked Him with a Six-Pointed Star
"I don't recall the book I gave you teaching you this much!"
On the flying cloud on their way back, Xue Tong quickly flipped through the book "Speak Human Language to Humans, Speak Ghost Language to Ghosts," her tone full of disbelief.
"When did you learn to talk like that?"
The Wolf King, lying atop the clouds, spoke proudly:
"I'm a genius; I can apply what I've learned to other situations."
"This is my own creation..." Xue Lan blinked:
"Talking about demons when you see them"
Miss Xiaotong nodded thoughtfully:
"I am narrow-minded."
"I didn't realize you were such a genius."
Xue Lan gave a proud hum and then fell into a sweet sleep.
"Your Majesty..." Yin Hun flew over with some concern.
"Shh!" Xue Tong quickly made a shushing gesture:
"Let her sleep."
The soul-guided creature suddenly stopped in mid-air, then turned to leave with a hint of disappointment.
Just as the tiny girl, no bigger than the palm of her hand, was listlessly flying towards Xue Tong, a sinister hand suddenly reached up from below and pulled her down.
Lord Wolf King pressed the little sword spirit to his heart:
"sleep."
"it is good!"
Xue Lan slept for three days and three nights. During this time, he was awakened several times by the spirit, and each time he couldn't help but listen to Xue Lan's heartbeat. After hearing it, he would fall asleep contentedly.
Xue Tong watched her flitting around like a little bee, finding her incredibly cute.
Just as the little bee went to listen to Xue Lan's heartbeat for the sixth time, Xue Lan finally woke up from her long slumber and lifted her into his palm.
"Alright, alright." Xue Lan lifted the little girl to her cheek and rubbed her face against it. "I'm fine."
Xue Lan's complexion had improved considerably after being repaired by the small fish in the East China Sea and after three days of rest, but she still had some bruises, and her pointed chin looked a bit prickly.
Yin Hun felt sorry for Xue Lan, but couldn't bear to be harsh on her.
Her lord is already in great pain.
So the little girl knelt in her palm and kissed her cheek:
"it is good."
It was a tiny, adorable little ball, and Xue Lan couldn't help but soften her heart at first sight.
The woman lifted the little girl onto her shoulder, patted her head, and then looked at Suixin beside her, her voice slightly hoarse:
"Have we arrived in the wasteland?"
"Return to the boss."
Suixin bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.
"We've arrived. An hour ago, City Lord Qiu set off ahead to prepare the ferry to Lingku City."
Xue Lan nodded and stretched:
"She's really gone to a lot of trouble."
The light cloud carrying everyone traveled another two hundred miles when a gray-white streak of light appeared from ahead, landing on the cloud and transforming into Qiu Yinzhen, dressed in a blue robe.
"My lord, the ferry across the Lingku City ley lines is ready and can take you directly to Duanshui Pass."
"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Qiu."
Xue Lan stood up and waved to the people around her, and Xue Tong and the others immediately understood and stepped aside, giving her and Qiu Yinzhen space to talk.
Xue Lan raised her hand and set up a protective barrier around herself and Qiu Yinzhen to isolate their auras and sounds—she didn't mind what Xue Tong and the others heard, but that didn't mean Qiu Yinzhen didn't mind.
"Thank you, sir." Qiu Yinzhen bowed to Xue Lan again, then said with a wry smile:
"This junior wishes to ask you, sir, if I could find my mother using your method?"
"What kind of retrieval do you want?" Xue Lan asked softly.
"If it's possible to let her see you one last time before her soul is scattered and vanishes forever into the world, then it's possible."
"But she can never become the Lord of the Void River again."
Qiu Yinzhen already knew Xue Lan's answer, but hearing it now still left her feeling empty inside.
Ghost cultivators are the same as souls; they don't shed tears. Even in extreme pain, they can only stare blankly with wide eyes.
The pain and hatred had nowhere to go.
There was no other way.
There is no solution to this game.
The woman suppressed her inner pain:
"As you command, sir."
Xue Lan nodded, then spoke:
"Firstly, the reconstruction of the Yuanming Realm is a matter of life and death for the entire Yuanming Realm. Before that, I hope City Lord Qiu will not make any moves that could alert the enemy."
“You continue to nurture that imposter Lord Lin with the ley lines of Lingku City, and everything will remain the same.”
"Secondly..." Xue Lan quickly raised her hand, and a complex magic seal was instantly injected into Qiu Yinzhen's brow, suppressing her consciousness.
"Excuse me," Xue Lan said with a smile, continuing:
"With the Yuanming Realm undergoing a reincarnation reconstruction, I plan to have that old acquaintance die in the Void River. As the future ruler of the Void River, Lord Qiu is qualified to know who he is."
"His original name was Lin Qi, the Unrepentant Sword, one of the three late-stage Integration Realm human cultivators in the Upper Realm."
Qiu Yinzhen gasped.
The affairs of the demon race in the upper realm are little known in the lower realm, but the stories of human cultivators are widely circulated.
This ancestor of the Lin family is said to have attained enlightenment through chess, and once he made a move, he would never regret it; thus, he was known as the Sword of No Regrets.
The woman was deeply shocked:
"People like this...people like this..."
Would someone like that also side with the demons?
No wonder Xue Lan placed a restriction on her.
It was truly shocking.
"Both humans and demons have desires, for immortality and eternal life," Xue Lan sighed.
Who is truly omnipresent?
She herself was nurturing a demon within her own consciousness.
"Thirdly, after I return to Duanshui Pass, I will soon be launching an attack in the desolate region. I hope the ghost cultivators of Xumingchuan will do me a favor and help deal with the demons along the way."
"Junior understands."
"Alright, that's enough." Xue Lan raised her hand and opened the magic shield. She yawned, then staggered towards A-Wu, who was standing with Xue Tong, her voice filled with coldness:
"I hate playing chess the most."
Xue Tong was teaching A Wu how to play cat's cradle. The girl from the Thousand Realms Ghost Realm had never played this game before. She stared intently at the rope, unaware that someone was approaching from behind, until Xue Lan spoke:
“A-Wu”.
"Lord Wolf King." Ah Wu turned around, her hands still bound by ropes, her beautiful eyes filled with a bright smile:
"What are your orders, sir?"
Xue Lan casually picked the rope from the girl's hand:
Where's Xiaozhou?
No sooner had Xue Lan finished speaking than a white pillow bumped into her stomach.
Xue Lan: "Murder, is it? This is murder, isn't it? Don't you know your own limitations?"
The large white pillow hid behind A-Wu, looking somewhat aggrieved.
"Alright, alright, I'm not talking about you anymore."
A wisp of cyan energy appeared beside Xue Lan, and the woman spoke gently:
"Take this bundle to your lord. And please pass on a message for me."
Xiao Zhou swallowed the cyan aura in one gulp, and A Wu nodded to Xue Lan.
"Sir, please speak."
Xue Lan considered his options for a moment, then grinned, his voice carrying an unparalleled chill:
"Tell him that if the person gets away..."
"I'll mark it as a six-pointed star!"