If we really want to count, Shen Yunhao has actually died many times already.
The first time was on our wedding night, when Ning Xiao poisoned her, and she fell asleep and passed out.
The second incident should have occurred a few days after the wedding. Gu Yantang had someone throw her into the abyss. Perhaps because of the gold threads, she didn't die from the fall and was rescued by the little clam spirit, Egg.
The third time was in the underground palace of Kuyanling, where he was stabbed through the heart by the Poison Prince's men.
Without the Golden Cocoon to prolong life, he would probably have died long ago. Han Haixin could only treat his injuries, but had no way to bring him back to life.
Therefore, Shen Yunhao's intention in raising this point is very clear.
No matter what method is used, as long as the other side believes that he is about to die, Mo Yan will not come to his rescue... or rather, he can fake his death and shed the identity of Shen Yunhao...
I'm already dead, what reason do you still have to keep targeting me?
"At least now we're prepared, so we won't be so passive when they come knocking on our door!"
While gently squeezing the girl's small hand to comfort her, Shen Yunhao smiled and said, "If we take the initiative to plan, our chances of winning are definitely much higher than if we are forced to defend ourselves, aren't they?"
"Hmph! Go ahead and die if you want to, nobody cares!"
Mo Yan pouted and, unusually, threw a tantrum.
"You can't just ignore this!" Shen Yunhao said seriously. "Their ultimate target is you. Putting aside the Tai Xuan Dao Sect, if it really is the Blood Sect, the Black Nether Millet in your body will be a big problem!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, the girl suddenly fell silent.
Shen Yunhao naturally knew the reason, and softened his tone, saying gently, "Power is far less important than people! As long as you are alright, that's better than anything else!"
"But if there is no power, where will the people come from?"
Mo Yan raised her head, looking at him intently. "If I weren't at the Void Realm, that Poison Jade would have wiped you all out back in Lingyou Valley! Teng Kui wouldn't be so wary now; he'd probably already be making a move against that little scorpion! All of this is because my power makes them feel fear!"
"..."
In fact, Mu Shuangshuang had already sent back a message: although the Black Nether Millet came from the Dark Abyss and its effects were mysterious, it did have a nemesis called the Crimson Heart Crabapple, which grew in the desert of the southern part of the Desolate Continent and was extremely rare.
Although Mu Shuangshuang wrote that she had sent people to search for it, they have not found it yet.
But Shen Yunhao knew that Mu Shuangshuang had actually found Chixintang long ago, but she had never told him.
Because Shen Yunhao secretly sent Zhuli to search for it once, there was news of the Red Heart Begonia in the Desolate Continent, and with the methods of the Demon Sect, it was impossible that they couldn't get it.
The reason is not hard to understand.
From Mu Shuangshuang's perspective, she definitely hopes that Mo Yan's strength is as strong as possible.
If the Crimson Heart Begonia truly neutralized the Black Nether Millet, then Mo Yan, with only the Spirit Void Realm, would definitely not be enough to help her defeat the Poison Old Ghost.
Even so, Mu Shuangshuang still handed the Red Heart Pear over to Mo Yan, letting her make her own choice...
Hearing Mo Yan's words, Shen Yunhao sighed.
It seemed they had returned to the topic they had discussed in the Azure Vein Secret Realm.
Shen Yunhao had told her then that this power did not belong to her and that it was best to give it up.
However, now that we are truly faced with a choice, who can easily give up this power that drives people crazy?
It should be known that at the peak of the Void Realm, there are probably no more than two people of this level of strength on the entire continent.
"You make your own decision, I won't force you... At least it's not the worst time yet. If you can find a way to refine the Black Nether Millet and turn it into your own power, that would be the best!"
"..."
"But..." the boy cupped the girl's face, making their eyes meet, "you'll always be my little brat, right?"
Little brat...
Mo Yan sniffed, slapped his hand away, and buried her head, grumbling, "Damn it... You can't do anything, all you do is take advantage of me! Why am I so unlucky to have met such a stinky brother like you..."
...
The next morning, Shen Yunhao got up early as usual, but he didn't see Ning Yuyao who came to find him. Standing at the gate of the courtyard was his second senior sister, Guan Yingying, who was wearing an elegant long dress.
"These next few days are a crucial period for Junior Sister's cultivation, so I can't accompany you to practice your swordsmanship. I'll come here myself!"
At a critical moment?
Shen Yunhao's expression changed in surprise. "Could it be that Yao'er is about to break through to the mid-stage of the Soul Condensation Realm?"
Ning Yuyao is only twenty years old.
A twenty-year-old in the mid-stage of the Soul Condensation Realm, Zun Du is fake?
"What are you thinking? Even the most monstrous talent has its limits..." Guan Yingying rolled her eyes at him. "Why do I get the feeling that you're already set up to be a kept man?"
"..."
Don't say it out loud, or it will make me look like a clown for what I said last night.
Shen Yunhao flicked his sleeves and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.
"By the way, Senior Sister Guan, I have something I'd like to ask you!"
"Okay! Don't worry, I won't hold back today. I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed..."
"???"
Shen Yunhao was completely dumbfounded.
"Weren't you talking about sword practice? Did you learn anything from that beating you got yesterday?"
"..."
Shen Yunhao sensed a hint of frivolity in his senior sister's words, so he quickly took out a paper talisman from his sleeve and handed it over, "Senior Sister Guan, could you help me take a look? How do I use this?"
Guan Yingying raised an eyebrow. "This is... a lightning-summoning talisman from the Tai Xuan Dao Sect? Where did you get it from?"
Shen Yunhao scratched his head and revealed an innocent smile.
“A senior disciple from Baihe Temple specially gave it to me yesterday…”
Meng Yuqin: "???"
"The one you beat up yesterday?"
Shen Yunhao was somewhat surprised: "Senior Sister Guan actually found out?"
Guan Yingying stood with her hands in her pockets, a mocking look on her face. "They came all this way, only to be beaten by you for no reason. Do you think you can hide it from everyone?"
"..."
"Fortunately, those two were sensible and didn't pursue the matter of causing trouble... otherwise..."
Shen Yunhao's eyes widened. "Otherwise, will I be kicked out?"
"Otherwise, they'll both get another beating!"
"..."
Guan Yingying chuckled softly: "What do you think Junior Sister went to do? She wanted to help you get revenge, but Master stopped her!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yunhao was even more puzzled: "This isn't like Palace Master Nie's style..."
Knowing Nie Qingshuang's personality, she doesn't care where you come from. If you dare to act recklessly here, she'll teach you a lesson!
"Hehe! If the opponents were two Soul Condensation Realm cultivators, Master would have already urged Junior Sister to rush up and fight them. The key is that one is a Profound Soul Realm cultivator and the other is an Iron Bone Realm cultivator... It would be too embarrassing to fight them, wouldn't it?"
"..."
"Hehe, you haven't wasted your year practicing swordsmanship. You actually managed to challenge a Xuanpo Realm cultivator who's a level above you. You've got some of the style of your junior sister back in the day!"
Shen Yunhao secretly covered his sleeve, his old face burning.
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