Chapter 157 Returning to the Xuan Tian Realm: The Timid Dragon Aotian

An invisible and immense power emanated from Song Yin, quickly enveloping the nameless mountain.

She wants to... stir the stars!

"The moon seems exceptionally bright tonight." Gu Tongguang looked out the open window and saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

At the same time, he fell into a mysterious state, and he didn't know what this feeling was like.

That's too mysterious.

In the celestial realm, the Nine Heavens Dao Lord sensed something; a star in the sky burst forth with dazzling light. He reached out and made calculations, simultaneously activating the Mirror of Reincarnation to ascertain the whole story.

"This child has a limitless future and must enter my Nine Heavens Dao Palace."

With the help of the Nine Heavens Dao Lord, the stars in his hands were like chess pieces, and several chess pieces that Song Yin had been vigorously moving changed their original positions.

Having done all this, the Nine Heavens Dao Lord was quite pleased. "Judging by her cultivation speed, it probably won't be long before the Nine Heavens Dao Palace gains a new member. However..."

In his calculations just now, there was a part that was obscured, making it impossible for him to see or understand it clearly.

"How could I not be able to calculate it? Unless I was personally involved in her predetermined fate."

The Nine Heavens Dao Lord had mixed feelings. He thought he was no longer affected by the Heavenly Dao, but he found that some of his destinies had already been predetermined.

Song Yin tried to manipulate the stars and use their power to reverse the situation. Since the Nine Spirit Realm was preventing her from encountering the spacetime turbulence, she would create one herself!

Originally, moving her position even slightly almost exhausted all her spiritual energy. After shifting half of it, as if divinely aided, several stars even changed their positions, and she borrowed their power!

Similarly, as her body absorbed this enormous energy, blood flowed from her nostrils.

Song Yin said with difficulty, "Shi Heming, quickly leave a letter for Gu Tongguang, we need to go back."

Shi Heming supported Song Yin's back with one hand, and his spiritual energy was transferred from his palm to Song Yin to share the pressure.

He summoned a piece of paper, used his spiritual energy to control the pen and write down the contents, then the paper transformed into a paper crane and flew towards Gu Tongguang.

Song Yin and Shi Heming tacitly left some cultivation resources in the house on the nameless mountain, including pills, magical artifacts, and talismans.

This parting means we'll never meet again.

Having done everything, Song Yin used the borrowed power to tear space apart in the courtyard.

Within the Langhuan Cave, the Brahma Thorn also grants Song Yin power. The Brahma Thorn that Jing Yue left behind, capable of tearing through space, can similarly aid Song Yin.

Song Yin and Shi Heming held hands, and the storage rings or other accessories they wore meant they didn't need to take out Xuan Tian Realm items as anchors.

The moment the paper crane flew into Gu Tongguang's hand, the two of them embarked on the path of return together.

Gu Tongguang recognized the spiritual energy on the paper crane. He raised his hand, and the paper crane landed in his palm. After unfolding it, he read the contents on it...

Upon finishing the story, Gu Tongguang suddenly stood up, knocked over the inkstone on the table, and with his sleeve slid over the spilled ink, he hurriedly went to the nameless mountain.

When he arrived at the nameless mountain, it was already deserted, with only the remaining cultivation resources shining with a soft silver light under the moonlight.

Parting always happens silently.

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Within the Jing Kingdom of the Xuan Tian Realm, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain lashed down, stinging the skin. Rushing floods swept across the land, mercilessly destroying houses, crops, and everything else.

The people on this land either died or fled the disaster.

Some who fled earlier carried some belongings northwards, while those who followed only realized they had to leave the place where their ancestors had lived for generations when they saw their houses destroyed. But the journey was not smooth; many survived not the floods, but perished on the way to safety…

When Song Yin and her companion emerged, they were met with this scene: torrential rain, lightning, and thunder. The place was unfamiliar, and they didn't even know if they had successfully returned to the Xuan Tian Realm.

Shi Heming supported Song Yin, letting her lean against him, and used his spiritual energy to create a protective shield so that the rain wouldn't wet them. He also kept a close eye on Song Yin's condition so he could take out the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill and feed it to her at any time.

In order for them to return, Yin Yin had almost exhausted her spiritual energy. The usually energetic person looked like a wilted eggplant at this moment. Song Yin knew her physical condition, but Shi Heming did not, and he was on high alert.

"Give me the Rejuvenation Pill and the Spirit Recovery Pill," Song Yin said weakly.

Right now, I feel nothing but tiredness. Otherwise, I'm fine. I'm not injured, except for a little nosebleed.

In addition to the Rejuvenation Pill and the Spirit Recovery Pill, Shi Heming also took out the Essence Strengthening Pill and the Great Rejuvenation Pill, feeding them to Song Yin one by one.

"No... the Rejuvenation Pill and the Spirit Recovery Pill... are enough... I'm not injured..." Song Yin was forced to swallow one pill after another.

The medicine quickly took effect; her spiritual energy began to recover, and her exhausted body was healed, feeling her limbs and bones relax. Song Yin gradually regained her strength, got up from Shi Heming, and slapped him.

"I already told you that the Rejuvenation Pill and the Spirit Recovery Pill are enough, but you keep stuffing other pills into my mouth."

Shi Heming lowered his head and softened his voice, saying, "I'm sorry, I just wanted you to recover quickly."

It's been so long since I've seen him like this," Song Yin glanced at him again and again. "Alright, alright, it's not your fault." She looked around at the surroundings. "Let's figure out where we are now."

Shi Heming: "The spiritual energy here is not abundant; it's like being in the mortal realm."

In the mortal realm… Song Yin looked down at the ravaged land, “Expand your divine sense and see if there are any people who need healing.” Since we’ve encountered them, let’s lend a hand.

She still needs some time to recover, so she asked Shi Heming to check on her.

Soon, Shi Heming said, "There are no living people in the water."

Song Yin: "If there's no one alive, then let's leave."

Shi Heming released the flying boat and took Song Yin into it.

Song Yin lay on the couch. Shi Heming felt that the spiritual energy was not recovering quickly enough, so he held Song Yin's hand and kept transmitting spiritual energy to her.

Outside the airship, a fierce storm raged, but inside, the airship rooms were comfortable and warm, with a delicate fragrance that soothed the mind and body.

"I've almost recovered, you don't need to transfer spiritual energy to me anymore." Song Yin tried to pull her hand away, but Shi Heming held it tightly and wouldn't let go.

Seeing this, Song Yin let him hold her hand.

Before long, the airship sailed out of the thunderstorm area, and the outside became bright. Song Yin got up and walked out of the room, looking down into unfamiliar territory.

Shi Heming followed him out.

Song Yin: "Why don't we fly down first? I see there are cities below, and we can ask them exactly where this is."

"good."

The flying boat landed in the suburbs. After getting off, Shi Heming put away the flying boat, and the two walked side by side into the city.

As we approached the city gate, we saw many ordinary people fleeing the disaster.

They only found out by asking around that this place was Ronghuai City of Jing Kingdom.

"It's good that we know where we are. We're really back." Confirming she was in the Xuan Tian Realm, Song Yin breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's hurry back to the sect."

The two did not linger in the city, but turned and headed towards the outskirts, preparing to take a flying boat to the Immortal Cloud Sect.

Just then, a skinny child suddenly rushed out from the side and blocked their way. Some of the other people glanced at him curiously and then continued queuing, while others had calculating glints in their eyes.

Without saying a word, the child kowtowed, "Honorable sir! Please take Xiaotang as your servant! Xiaotang only needs two taels of silver to go to the city and buy a simple coffin for my mother's burial!"

The child named Xiaotang looked to be only seven or eight years old. Her clothes were patched in many places, her hair was a mess, and her fingernails were full of black dirt. She and her mother were fleeing the disaster and were almost at Ronghuai City when her mother suddenly passed away.

Food was scarce along the way, and Xiaotang's mother always made sure Xiaotang ate the most. Xiaotang's mother was only able to hold on by her last breath, but when they reached the outskirts of Ronghuai City, she finally succumbed to her last breath.

The child rushed out suddenly, and Song Yin, seeing this, walked to the side without softening her heart and giving her the money. Many people in the queue were watching them. If she took out the two taels of silver, even more people would block their way, and this child named Xiao Tang might not be able to protect the two taels of silver.

"Just bury him anywhere, why bother with a thin coffin?" said the former professional burial man. Song Yin looked at the spot where the child had rushed out; there lay a corpse there, which looked like it had been dead for about a day.

"It's better to bury him as soon as possible. Try to live, there will be plenty of opportunities to relocate and rebury him later." After saying that, Song Yin strode away without looking back.

The girl named Xiaotang shed large tears one by one.

One of the kind-hearted people in line said, "That sir is right. It's not necessary to use a cheap coffin. It's more important to bury him quickly. We are all people fleeing disaster. We can't afford to buy a coffin. At most, we can just roll up a mat and bury him on the road."

"Yeah, don't blame them for being heartless and not helping. If they were buying people, the first one they wouldn't want would be someone as thin and small as you."

Xiao Tang wiped away her tears and kowtowed to the people who had spoken, "Please, uncles and elders, lend me a hand. I can't move it by myself."

"Oh, then I'd better not, I'm afraid of getting sick."

"Little girl, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

The people who had just spoken waved their hands in refusal.

Xiao Tang begged for help for a long time but no one offered any assistance, so she had to find a solution herself. She tried her best to move the body, but it wouldn't budge. The hungry and weak child strained her face until it turned red as she tried to move the corpse.

Just when she was about to despair, she felt the corpse move, and after taking a few more steps back, the corpse followed her backward.

Everyone else was surprised when they saw it.

"Wow! I didn't realize this little girl was so strong. You can't judge a book by its cover."

Having already boarded the flying boat, Song Yin focused her divine sense on the girl named Xiao Tang. The spiritual energy she released entered Xiao Tang's body, giving her enough strength to find a good place to bury her mother.

Song Yin: "Let's go."

Human affairs are the responsibility of human rulers.

The flying boat accelerated and soon flew away from the mortal realm.

After entering the world of cultivation, the abundant spiritual energy refreshed her mind and body. Song Yin exclaimed, "The world of cultivation is still the best."

Shi Heming hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, "Yinyin, have you thought about how to tell them?"

Song Yin's smile froze on her face. "Haha, hahaha, you'll come with me to Wujian Peak first, and after I explain things to my senior brother, I'll go with you to Daowen Peak." In short, we'll share the hardships together, and no desertion is allowed.

The timid Long Aotian refused to use the teleportation array to return quickly, and instead took a flying boat to slowly fly towards the Immortal Cloud Sect.

A few days later, the flying boat finally arrived at Immortal Cloud City.

Upon seeing the familiar territory, Song Yin took out a flask of wine from her spatial storage, poured it into a cup, and downed it in one gulp.

Alcohol emboldens even the most timid, Song Yin cheered herself on, "So what if I haven't been home for over a hundred years? What's there to be afraid of? Let's go!"

Meanwhile, in the mortal realm, several Foundation Establishment cultivators who had returned to visit relatives sensed unusual fluctuations in spiritual energy. Following the energy, they found a dirty, thin child.

They were curious because the child had no cultivation level, yet possessed spiritual energy within him. After much discussion without reaching a conclusion, one of them suggested testing the child's spiritual root.

Inside Wujian Peak, Shen Yuzhu was instructing his disciples on their training, but in his heart he was thinking about when his junior sister would return.

Perhaps we should go to the Asking Peak later and ask if Master Heming's Soul Lamp is lit.

"Elder Shen, someone's coming, it looks like... Elder Song?!" A disciple of Wujian Peak saw two figures flying in from a distance.

Shen Yuzhu: "Who are you talking about?"

"Senior brother."

Song Yin's voice rang out from behind Shen Yuzhu, and Shen Yuzhu turned around abruptly.

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Author's Note: Song Yin: What am I afraid of? I'm Long Aotian! So what if I haven't been home for over a hundred years? Watch me! [Sunglasses] (swaggering home) (lightning-fast kneeling) (unjustified yet confident)

Others: Thank goodness we're back!

Our apprentice is online...

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[Empty bowl]