This is no different from a vanguard, nor from cannon fodder.
Ning Yunmiao noticed Song Yan’s silence and asked, "What do you think, junior brother?"
Song Yan said, "It’s better to first hide near the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, wait for an opportunity to pass information, establish contact with trustworthy people, and then watch the situation unfold."
Ning Yunmiao fell into thought, and after a long while, said, "Fly back first, let think it over."
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Song Yan returned to the passenger cabin of the Void Ship, where the Han sisters greeted him with joy, calling out "Song Lang, Song Lang." The previous emotions transford into an effort to et them fully.
On the Jade Platform, three bodies clashed with each other, and then stopped abruptly upon reaching the peak of their climb.
Two different styles of dresses were suspended on the clothing rack, their soft skirts and ribbons hanging quietly, with two pairs of boots and a pair of embroidered shoes beneath.
Han Lingzi was heroic and full of energy, naturally wearing boots;
but little Wei’Er wore the embroidered shoes.
Song Yan lay comfortably on the Jade Platform, with two enchanting little demonesses entwined on either side.
Two tiny jade-white feet dangled on his calves, one on the left and the other on the right.
Han Weizi’s petite feet were more delicate, like crystal fleshy dewdrops, firmly pressing against his skin; Han Lingzi’s feet seed sowhat longer, cleverly looping around, tightly clasping his ankle, as if wanting to bind with him inseparably.
Han Weizi’s expression changed, knowing Song Yan was actually over two thousand years old, regarding him with a big sister’s gaze, softly wiping away his sweat from overexertion.
Han Lingzi lightly exhaled by his ear.
Song Yan’s mood beca very pleasant.
His body was rejuvenated with energy.
His initial hidden anxieties vanished like smoke, replaced by confidence.
He had fled for so long, even constantly on the run, weary of this life and passivity. Whatever awaited him, he was prepared.
His heart was fulfilled and joyful, like a young boy clinging to his first love’s Pepper Room, filled with boundless enthusiasm and longing for the future.
The danger and darkness of this path no longer mattered.
Because he would definitely walk through it.
Han Lingzi was watching him, and knowing his true na, his real past, her love for him grew more passionate. However, still puzzled by a question, she directly transmitted her thought, "Song Lang, why go to the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace? It’s not beneficial for your developnt over there."
Song Yan softly replied, "No matter the side, there are Saint Lords. At least by the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, I have people I trust."
The three were close, their faces nearly touching, so even their transmitted thoughts were known to all three, like their pillow talk.
Han Weizi transmitted her thought, "Lang Jun, why not head to a Fifth Realm of Cultivating Profound, then devour all the cultivators there for further advancent? Why bother with the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace’s muddy waters?"
Han Lingzi, agreeing with her sister, said, "Exactly, Lang Jun just needs to massacre a few Cultivation Profound Realms, and I’d like to see who could stand against you then!"
Song Yan couldn’t help but laugh.
The two won were suggesting malicious but unwise ideas again.
Yet, although foolish, they were his won, always siding with him, so he explained, "One of the most reckless acts is to keep jumping around without support.
The Western Nether Realm, being on the border and under special conditions, hence creating a vacuum period, allowed ti to digest the remaining forces after countering the Eternal Night’s Empress.
But think about it, not to ntion soone knowing I’m a demon capable of strengthening by devouring others, what would happen if soone knew I controlled the power of the Wa Text Curse?"
Han Lingzi discontentedly replied, "Who cares, anyway, we’re not ones to bully! Anyone trying to target us, even if we die, we’ll drag them along to make sure they suffer!"
Han Weizi pondered and said, "We can quietly build our forces and devour slowly. If a powerful person troubles us, we can just move to another place to kill.
We can also develop many subordinates to help disperse attention. But at the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, we might be at their rcy, and Lang Jun would have no chance to devour."
Song Yan couldn’t help but say, "Wei Jie, just think about it, did the Eternal Night Emperor gain any advantage with so many subordinates?"
Han Weizi was stumped.
Song Yan continued, "Do you think if soone from the Profound Yellow Four Realms or Fifth Realm or even higher ca searching for us, we could escape successfully from the Western Nether Realm to another Cultivation Profound Realm?
Even if we did manage to run, in that unfamiliar Cultivation Profound Realm, we’d be blind to the depths..."
Han Lingzi said, "Lang Jun, why underestimate yourself and overestimate others? I just don’t believe it!"
Han Weizi hesitated, "Wouldn’t such powerful cultivators have better things to do than co after us?"
Song Yan began explaining helplessly.
He realized the two won might still not grasp the concept of the "Wa Text Curse."
He wasn’t impatient at all.
Long ago, he thought a naive, kind-hearted female cultivator like An Li would be his match.
But now, he discovered that foolish demonesses might suit him better.
Because they are demonesses, they constantly offer vile ideas; because they’re foolish, he can continuously veto those vile ideas; and after being vetoed, the demonesses wouldn’t get angry, nor critique on a moral level, they’d just think "Wow, my Lang Jun is amazing, malevolent, cunning, frightening, I like it so much."
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