Po Xu’s small hand gracefully lifted, offering the wine to Song Yan. Yet, she seemed uneasy, for in her memory, wine was terribly unpleasant to taste. She recalled puncturing her father’s wine jar secretly as a child. Thus, she stuck out her little tongue and licked the surface of the wine.
With that lick, her eyes widened, and she resolutely handed it forward, placing it before Song Yan.
Song Yan was both moved and amused at the sight.
Witnessing this, Ning Yunmiao’s impression of little Yuzhuang improved slightly, thinking to herself: ’Though from an evil tree, her nature is not bad; she can certainly be taught.’
Song Yan did not hold back with Ning Yunmiao, he took a sip and handed back the cup, saying: "Senior sister, I’ll leave Yuzhuang in your hands."
These days, the two shared a bed, hiding no secrets, and Ning Yunmiao naturally knew what he intended.
"Are you really planning to go to the Sea of Suffering?"
Song Yan nodded, saying: "Ning Old’s words are true, Gu Mohan is more suited to be my master. Though he is no longer here, his lifelong wish was to enlighten the Sea of Suffering, and now I must naturally go too. I’ll also take the Secret Realm that contains the seeds."
Upon the conclusion, he felt his sleeve being tugged.
Little Yuzhuang looked at him wistfully, wanting to accompany him.
Soon...
The cultivating Han sisters also received the news. They looked at him longingly, refusing to stay on the Five Elements Void Ship.
Considering there were still three Outer Body Incarnations on the Five Elements Void Ship, Song Yan nodded and promptly placed this family within the Secret Realm, then stored them within the Qi Box, returning to the mortal world.
...
...
On the pitch-black earth.
Song Yan retrieved the Demon Sword forged from Netherworld gold, floating with layers of Celestial Demon Evil Thought, and again extracted the Emperor’s Heart from the Nine Dragon Tower.
Inside the tower, the Emperor’s Heart was well-prepared.
In these days, he had decided: instead of dying into oblivion, becoming a Sword Soul might not be a bad choice; at least he could still see the future, see how many could fall under his sword, and for this... even accepting that little fellow whom he once overlooked and even despised as his master was tolerable.
"I am ready." Across the Nine Dragon Tower, the Emperor’s Heart glanced at the giant face outside, then deeply said, "Master."
Song Yan nodded, took out the Netherworld Fire, prepared to refine.
At this moment, a shadow in sackcloth emerged from the Qi Box.
Ning Yunmiao exclaimed: "Junior brother, what are you doing?"
Her eyes reflected "I can’t let you refine living souls" expression.
Song Yan solemnly declared: "Fulfilling destiny."
Ning Yunmiao, with an expression of "I still don’t understand you," coldly grunted: "Don’t try to fool me."
Song Yan sighed: "Senior sister, I wish to become a Sword Cultivator, and first I need a sword. I’ve thought it through, no one is more suitable than the Emperor’s Heart to be the Sword Soul for this sword. If he doesn’t become a Sword Spirit, he will perish; this is consensual, and moreover... the Emperor’s Heart is a wicked being, what wrong is there in killing him?"
Ning Yunmiao responded: "Life Soul Refining Sword, this... this is the act of an Evil Demon!"
Song Yan stood there blocked.


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