"Damn."
"Damn!!"
Long Night Emperor felt he couldn’t be a fence-sitter anymore.
The Bai Family wouldn’t care if it was someone else masquerading as him.
Would the strong reason with the weak?
No.
Long Night Emperor cursed, "Damn Celestial Marvel Sword..."
Just as he spoke, he saw the final scene.
In the sky, a female cultivator with pupils reflecting the cold light of moonlit snake scales was looking at him, saying, "Little Long Night, while you still have time, hurry up and train. The Bai Family won’t arrive so quickly after all. They’re merely rats that dare not show themselves. Once you successfully drain this Cultivation Profound Realm, I’ll lead you to the entry-level."
Ming Ruyin emphasized the word "entry," clearly meaning the "true entry," not the gates of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.
Long Night Emperor’s expression shifted, but he had no other choice.
...
...
During this month’s time, Song Yan kept pondering.
He pondered while playing amidst the mortal world, pondered while sitting on a cliff, pondered while being held by Wei’Er’s slender arms.
Wei’Er never asked much, always accommodating him with the gentlest posture, bringing him joy, and then shyly turned around, her back facing him, accompanying him to sleep.
Song Yan felt a probing sense from the depths of his soul months ago, although it surfaced only to vanish without a trace. Recalling previous searches following the lines of cause and effect, he could easily conclude: the weaker ones failed, the stronger ones arrived.
Unable to find him through lines of cause and effect, did the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace then send a stronger figure to search for him in a different way?
His goodwill towards the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace was shattered completely.
He couldn’t believe the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace was looking for him at this time for anything good.
He solemnly said:
"Indeed, truly bright forces only exist in the Illusion Realm."
Song Yan embraced Wei’Er, warmth from her spine reaching his abdomen.
That warmth burned like fire, seeping into his marrow, yet it was comforting.
Wei’Er, hearing her beloved talk about such matters, replied instantly, "Are you referring to those righteous paths? They’re all hypocrites with dual faces. If you’re deceived by their outward brightness and end up serving them, you’re truly granting their wish. Those hypocrites dressed in formal attire are no different from the Long Night Emperor here, and the Demon Mountain Star Realm."
Song Yan’s mind flashed to Ning Yunmiao and that truly peaceful time, shaking his head, he said, "There are good people in the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace."
Wei’Er exclaimed, "Really, it’s the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace!"
Song Yan said, "Indeed, I’m not Li Xuanchan, so what?"
Wei’Er felt the sticky burning sensation behind her, biting her lip, her body soft, said meekly, "I’m just a little female cultivator, don’t tease me anymore."


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