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Chapter 478: 360
Chapter 478: 360
Screech!
A cry of an eagle echoed through the sky.
Yang Xuan heard the warning and looked down to see a pack of demonic wolves chasing a woman.
The woman shimmered with spiritual light, fending off the wolves’ repeated lunges as she fled clumsily through the mountains.
“The cubs of the Ninth Brother’s wolves sure don’t know the rules; if Qingyun Temple found out they ate a person, they would definitely be driven out of Qingyun Mountain!”@@@@
Yang Xuan whistled sharply, and the Golden Eagle immediately dove downwards.
Sensing the approach of a powerful demon, the wolves gave up their chase and fled in all directions, howling pitifully.
Yang Xuan, sitting cross-legged on the eagle’s back, said, “Miss, there are many demon beasts in the mountains; you should leave quickly.”
Yang Si, knowing a cultivator’s face does not reveal their age, bowed respectfully and said, “My parents live in the mountains; can the Immortal Master wait for me to pass?”
Yang Xuan asked, “Who are your parents?”
“Yang Jin, Zhao Yao!”
“...”
A moment later.
The Golden Eagle landed in the courtyard, Yang Xuan leapt down, and called out loudly.
“Father, Mother, look who has come!”
Zhao Yao came out from the house and stared at Yang Si for a long time, suddenly bursting into tears. When she had left, she had still been a young girl; in a blink of an eye, she had become a middle-aged woman.
“Sisi!”
“Mother.”
Yang Si threw herself into Zhao Yao’s arms and hugged her. So many years had passed that time had not left any marks on her mother’s face.
The two embraced each other, and those unaware of the situation would have assumed Yang Si was the elder.
At this moment, Yang Jin also came out and patted his daughter on the shoulder, his fatherly love as solid as a mountain, all without words.
Yang Xuan chuckled while petting her head, feeling a sense of closeness in their bloodlines despite never having met his sister before.
A moment later.
On Qingyun Mountain.
Zhao Yao had waited for several days, growing increasingly anxious.
Just as she was considering whether to go to Songxiang County to inquire, she did not expect to be visited by the Qingyun Mountain Earth God, who had transformed into an ordinary cultivator.
The Earth God was nervous, not daring to use his fleeing light, fearing it would attract the attention of the Demon Saint.
Zhao Yao asked her children to go back inside and said coldly, “What are you here for?”
“Your humble servant greets the Princess.”
The Earth God bowed and ingratiated himself, saying, “I am ordered to ask the Princess to return home, as this wild mountain is nothing compared to the prosperity of the Divine Dynasty Capital!”
Zhao Yao gritted her teeth and asked, “Where is my husband?”
The Earth God replied, “Your Prince Consort is waiting for the Princess in the capital.”
Zhao Yao asked again, “What about Xuan’er?”
“Yang Xuan fell victim to a demonic calamity and has entered the cycle of reincarnation.”
The Earth God spoke sorrowfully, “The demon has been executed, its soul dispersed. The Heavenly Court has already avenged the Princess!”
Zhao Yao remained stunned for a long time, then her hairpin transformed into a staff several zhang in length and crashed down upon the Earth God’s head.
The position of the Earth God of Qingyun Mountain was sensitive; always a case of low position but high match. His cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul Realm. Manifesting his Protective Spiritual Light, he easily deflected the hairpin and said with a grin.
“Do not be angry, Princess. At least your Prince Consort is still alive!”
“You killed my son, and you still expect me to submit?”
Zhao Yao’s eyes were red with anger as she waved her hand, releasing dozens of lightning bolts. From her storage bag, an ancient Jade Ruyi flew out, with no spiritual light flashing, yet ripples began to form in the void.
“I am merely a messenger, Princess. Please take care of yourself.”
The Earth God vanished in an instant, leaving only his echoing voice, “After all... you still have a son and daughter!”
Hearing this, Zhao Yao collapsed powerlessly to the ground, tears brimming in her eyes.
Yang Xuan and Yang Si, hearing the cries, hurried out to comfort her and asked about what had happened.
Upon learning of her brother’s death, Yang Si’s tears streamed down her face.
Yang Xuan asked gravely, “What about Father?”
Zhao Yao hesitated, for the Daheng dynasty had grown powerful over two millennia, its might surpassing even that of great sects. Telling her children would only fuel hatred and leave them powerless for revenge.