Chapter 210 - At the Age of Bed-wetting
“Dong Yuan.” His tone remained unchanged, as if he were ntioning sothing trivial.
However, his eyes held a hint of scrutiny and coldness when he looked at Hee ngyao.
The woman timidly nestled into Guo Fan's arms and softly said, “I don’t know either… Yes, it was those people, they seed to be from Snowflake Mansion, who said they captured and brought here. I’m not sure what they intended, but I was brought here in a daze. They died later, and I nearly died too. Thankfully, Young Master Xiaobo saved .”
She lifted her head to look at Guo Fan, never missing an opportunity to show her tender eyes.
If Yijun had a lemon in her hand, she would have crushed it by now.
She didn't expect that at the lowest level of the white jade palace, the little garden filled with romance and affection did not leave a single seed for the Martial Emperor and his Puppet Master wife before their demise.
However, it wasn't actually surprising. After all, a body at the level of a Martial Emperor, having reached sainthood, likely experienced “reproductive isolation” from ordinary mortals and even Immortal Cultivators, right?
It wasn't that Guo Fan was exaggerating. As Immortal Cultivators refined their essence into qi, it beca impossible for a high-level Immortal Cultivator to have a child with a mortal. From a biological standpoint, they might no longer be the sa species.
From the mont Immortal Cultivators began to eat and drink dew, and from the Foundation Establishnt stage when they started fasting, an insurmountable gap ford between them and mortals.
And now, a Martial Emperor without an heir suddenly had a descendant. It had to be said that this was indeed strange… bizarre.
The remnant soul of the Martial Emperor himself was here. His words must be true. The suspicion regarding Hee ngyao's identity was also genuine. But just as Hee ngyao said, it was the people of Snowflake Mansion who captured her, not her.
Or perhaps the people of Snowflake Mansion were mistaken…
But Guo Fan pondered over what was written in the letter and the professionalism of Snowflake Mansion. Most importantly, they were indeed the first to access this secret realm. This indicated that Hee ngyao was indeed the descendant of the Martial Emperor.
However, when he posed this question now, the Martial Emperor did not seem purely suspicious. Instead, he appeared to have so doubts… Could he possibly have had an illegitimate child?
No, but what if there really was one?
Guo Fan glanced at the Three-head Heavenly Devil, who was following closely behind him. The sound of the little fox crying out in fear could be heard in the wind beside his ears, “Big scoundrel, sob, sob…”
“Xinyue doesn’t want to play anymore.”
“Oh…” Xinyue blinked and opened her mouth, releasing the fox tail she had been holding.
Si Mi's eyes were full of tears, and she imdiately tucked away her tail, feeling wronged. Not only did she place her tail between her legs, but she also deliberately covered her pants.
She wasn’t scared to the point of peeing… No, no, no, no!
She was only scared because her tail had been bitten. That's why this happened. She wasn't a naughty child who wet the bed… She was already a hundred years old! She was very mature! She definitely didn't want the big bad guy to help clean it!
Considering the fox clan's average lifespan of one thousand years, she was just a ten-year-old girl, an age where bed-wetting could happen.
“Senior Martial Emperor, even if Miss ngyao's identity is questionable, it was Snowflake Mansion that captured her. She wasn't aware of it herself… Right now, the more pressing issue is dealing with this Heavenly Devil.”
Guo Fan barely managed to maintain his composure for a mont.
After all, she was still in his arms, even though he had already rejected her.
The Martial Emperor smirked and said, “Indeed… Oh, from this kid's mories, you're not simple, and your judgnt is quite accurate.”
Before Guo Fan could ask what he ant, the Martial Emperor continued, “Going out from here and heading north is the only exit.”
Oh… he was referring to the way out of the secret realm.
Guo Fan actually wanted to ask if this was permanent possession or just temporary borrowing of the body. But on second thought, it seed like he would be inviting trouble.
Possession, in the cultivation world, was considered a thod used by evil sects.
After all, Guo Fan's purpose for coming here wasn't honorable. He had no true friendship with Dong Yuan. If he still asked this question, it would seem like he wanted to defend Dong Yuan.
They claid they were seeking the inheritance of a Martial Emperor, but this was the tomb of a Martial Emperor. It was equivalent to robbing a tomb. No one actually asked if the Martial Emperor had agreed to this.
It was equivalent to stealing from soone.
If they were to make a big deal about it, it wouldn't be surprising for the Martial Emperor to strike them down.
However, at this mont, dealing with the Devil Clan was indeed more crucial.
“Heavenly Devil…”
“Don't worry.”
The Martial Emperor's tone remained calm.
Guo Fan thought that this must be the deanor of a true powerful figure. Even as a remnant soul, after a thousand years, with likely very little strength left… he was still calm and collected.
Even his retreat was so decisive.
“Divination!” the Martial Emperor shouted. With a loud bang, the entire Sutra Library began to shift. The paths within the library changed, and nurous massive wooden beams shot out diagonally. In an instant, they were sealed behind them, and the white dolls resembling them from before also sprang into action.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The wooden beams shot out one after another.
“Swish!”
The Three-headed Heavenly Devil suddenly altered her course, wildly flapping her wings to avoid being smashed to pieces by the wooden beams and turned into minced at. With a fierce expression, she waved her hand and summoned several bird-like Strange Beasts from the ground to block the wooden beams.
But there were still human-like dolls behind her.
Agile, speedy, flexible, and strong, these puppets felt no pain. They attacked the Three-headed Heavenly Devil expressionlessly, their swords flashing coldly like a at grinder.
“Roar -!”
The Three-headed Heavenly Devil looked up and roared loudly, the black demonic energy in her hands raging and condensing into a long halberd.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The sounds of the collision were imnse and fierce. The crisscrossing wooden beams sealed the entire exit. The Three-headed Heavenly Devil was locked in battle with a group of human-like dolls, unable to catch up in ti.
Everyone initially planned to charge forward violently, but the hamr was already too excited and ready to flip over the roof. In the end, they only passed through a layer of mbrane and arrived outside smoothly.
“Hua!”
The sun was still shining brightly on the island, and the familiar ruins of the white jade palace lay beneath their feet.
Guo Fan heaved a sigh of relief on the dragon's back.
The Scripture Pavilion had always been a killing machine.
Or perhaps… the entire palace was the sa.
Guo Fan thought of the lotus pond garden on the first floor of the palace. The everlasting lamp inside was also a chanism.
“Lord Martial Emperor, do, do you still rember ?” Qingfu suddenly said in a low voice.
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