Chapter 728: Chapter 155: Kneeling Down and Admitting Wrong
Netherworld Palace, Divine Maiden’s bedroom.
"Young Master, the Holy Daughter’s Life Soul is this very Soul Heart. The Life Soul that was previously presented, all of it was false, just an illusion created to avoid the true Life Soul from being lost."
Ping’er held a colorless soul power conglomerate that pulsed like a heart in both hands, solemnly handing it over to Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan, equally concentrated and holding breath, received the Life Soul, feeling as though he had accepted the entire world.
The reason his spirit trembled was that the Jiang family had extracted his Complete True Soul in his past life, whereas Jiang Yuning had extracted her perfect soul and given it to him in this life, to compensate for what was lost.
Once a soul is extracted, it cannot be reversed nor reclaimed.
Jiang Yuning used her own soul to repair the flaws in the Lei Yan King’s past life’s soul, allowing the Lei Yan King in this life—in other words, Zhou Yan—to fully recover his true potential.
It was only after Zhou Yan acknowledged the importance of the Life Soul that he finally understood these things.
That’s why his heart trembled, profoundly moved.
In this world, anything that defies the heavens comes with an equivalent price, and that price must be enormous.
To obtain a Complete True Soul, Perfect Supreme Soul, and so on, one must pay extreme costs.
Otherwise, the Jiang family wouldn’t need to scheme repeatedly against the Lei Yan King, trying to steal the Lei Yan King’s soul.
Zhou Yan didn’t know or understand the other things, but just the fact that Jiang Yuning gave up her Life Soul and identity, extracting her own soul, and reincarnated to the next life just to stay by his side, to fulfill his childhood desire of ’childhood sweethearts with no secrets,’ was enough to stir one’s emotions.
Not to mention that Jiang Yuning had always been by his side, through life and death, never leaving nor forsaking.
Such weight of affection, heavy as a mountain; such depth of affection, deep as the sea.
Zhou Yan did not immediately merge with the Life Soul, despite its pureness that shocked him, without a trace of impurity, a Pure Soul.
And it was precisely for this reason that Zhou Yan felt even more terrified.
"Xi’er can be saved now, but how much suffering has Ning’er once underwent because of this?"
Zhou Yan couldn’t bear to think of it, so he contained his trembling emotions, suppressing the impulse to immediately go looking for Jiang Yuning, and taking Ping’er’s hand, said, "Ping’er, rest assured, I definitely will not let the Holy Daughter down, I will go and find her, to make up for those past regrets."
"Young Master, Ping’er always knew, Young Master hasn’t changed, you’ve never changed."
Ping’er leaned into Zhou Yan’s embrace, breaking free from his grasp, yet her hands tightly clung to Zhou Yan’s waist—though both were merely ghostly bodies, it did nothing to inhibit the outburst of emotions.
"The Young Master will never change, both the Lei Yan King of the past and today’s Zhou Yan remain the same."
Zhou Yan’s words were resolute.
Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression became a bit despondent, adding in a low voice filled with apology, "It’s just, because of the hatred with the Jiang family, I’ve put you all in a difficult position, suffering many grievances."
"Young Master, the Holy Daughter had already lost all hope in the family in the last life. Back then, the family wanted, several times, to trade the Holy Daughter’s Life Soul for items of immense value like damaged Immortal Weapons or top-grade revered instruments."
"The women of the Jiang family have never had much status to speak of, even the Holy Daughter is no exception. Either being forced to be sold as goods or arranged to marry into powerful families. This time, though the Holy Daughter did not grow up in the Jiang family, almost severing ties, she was still beholden to the Jiang family who had betrothed her to ’Gles,’ the Prince of the Returning True Clan.
’Gles’ is an elf-like, anomalous figure, with true natural Divine Divinity inside his body, possessing the power of the Undying Divine Soul, and within his Soul Sea, the Heavenly Punishment anomaly ’Three Ponds Reflecting the Moon.’
He is a true genius."
"Now the Young Master...
even if you’ve merged with the Life Soul, and have unparalleled Combat Power, having repaired the deficiencies of your soul, the capabilities you manifest in the True God Plane can only be considered mostly ’worthless.’ Although Ping’er knows that the Young Master is not worthless, your Combat Power is not inferior to that of those real geniuses, and even now could instantly kill Jiang Yifan... but in the eyes of others, Young Master, you can only be seen as someone innately ’lowly.’"
"These things, Ping’er will no longer hide from you, Young Master. Once you come to the Divine Plane, you too will understand. Ping’er does not wish to keep any more secrets, and wants to tell you all her concerns, all the truths."
Ping’er held Zhou Yan tightly, completely unwilling to let go, as if she wished she could plant herself inside Zhou Yan’s body and never part again.
She and the Holy Daughter, Jiang Yuning, had grown up with Zhou Yan since childhood. When they were young, she too had her moments of innocent childhood closeness with Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan, mischievous in his youth, had once been curious about the place from which Ping’er urinated, with its peculiar slit, and had examined it many times out of curiosity...
These memories were still crystal clear today.
These experiences, coupled with the numerous farewells and reunions in life and death, meant that once they were together again, it became very difficult to separate.
Ping’er felt this way, so did the Holy Daughter, and the Divine Maiden Mu Qingyan was no exception in this sentiment.
Zhou Yan didn’t know what to say.
He could only pull Ping’er close by her fragrant shoulders, and then fiercely kissed her tender cherry lips, drenching the fiery emotions with primal desire and passion, responding to Ping’er with the most fervent care and protection.
This time, although Ping’er’s movements were inexperienced, her response was intensely passionate, adorably cooperating with Zhou Yan in a way that was both endearing and heartbreaking.
...
"Young Master, the Divine Maiden is looking for you."
At the moment when Zhou Yan and Ping’er were passionately kissing, Lillith suddenly burst in.
Then, she witnessed a scene that made her eyes widen.
However, the two deeply in the throes of their kiss even ignored Lillith, continuing their embrace as if they had forgotten everything else in Heaven and Earth.
Lillith watched incredulously as the two kissed, her eyes wide as saucers, seemingly very curious about what they were doing with their mouths touching—were they exchanging breaths, practicing arts of inhalation and cultivation?
Breathing and cultivating, there’s even a dual cultivation method like this?
Lilith had not experienced the affairs between men and women and was very curious about this matter.
Fortunately, after Zhou Yan and the other person continued for a moment, they separated.
At this point, Ping’er’s cheeks were blushing, and her white and tender skin oozed a pinkish red, while Lilith looked at Ping’er’s changes with great curiosity. She instinctively touched her own cheek, seeming very puzzled.
Then, she turned her gaze toward Zhou Yan and soon discovered that Zhou Yan’s white robe was bulging in a large area.
"Young master, are you hiding a long sword at your waist?" asked an innocent Lilith.
Zhou Yan’s expression became slightly odd, and then with a thought, he suppressed the intense fiery impulse. He coughed lightly and said, "It’s a spear, a great spear that hasn’t been wielded in a long time. Today, I am planning to use it to engage in thirty thousand rounds of battle with the Holy Daughter."
"You flirty boy."
Ping’er spat lightly, yet she didn’t dare to stay any longer, immediately grabbed Lilith, and they fled as if running away.
But Lilith still faced Zhou Yan, almost being dragged away by Ping’er.
As she was being pulled away, she said with interest, "Young master, are you going to compete with the Holy Daughter? Yay, yay, Lilith loves to watch fights, you must try hard, young master. Your realm is ten thousand miles behind the Holy Daughter."
Hearing this, Zhou Yan was on the verge of spurting blood. If Lilith wasn’t genuinely pure-hearted, he would have suspected her of purposely acting this way. However, Lilith truly was innocent and naive, not understanding the ways of the world.
Judging by her age, Lilith appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, but comparing the evolution of her bloodline, she was actually equivalent to a mere seven or eight years old for ordinary girls. It was very normal for her not to understand.
Having realized this, Zhou Yan felt himself to be somewhat like a ’creepy old man,’ having spoken so inappropriately with a little girl.
"Lilith, don’t listen to the young master. He’s just talking nonsense, nothing serious. Let’s go, I will take you to learn the True Void Dao."
"Okay, okay, Lilith loves this kind of seemingly true yet false Dao the most."
Lilith was very cheerful.
As the silhouettes of the two girls receded, Zhou Yan’s lips still retained the soft and fragrant taste of Ping’er’s kiss, intoxicating.
"The little girl has grown up and become sensible. What about the Holy Daughter, how is she doing now?"
After watching Ping’er and Lilith leave, Zhou Yan indulged in the aftertaste for a moment before collecting his thoughts and heading to his own room.
In the room, Sisi was still soundly asleep, now extremely peaceful.
Without the intrusion of the Evil Soul, she was just an innocent and naive little girl, well-behaved and extremely obedient, a lovable daughter.
This was what Zhou Yan most wanted to see.
He silently stayed by little Sisi’s side, feeling somewhat wistful.
He couldn’t help but gently grasp Sisi’s soft and tender little hand, placing it in his palm, offering warmth. Tenderly he said, "Sisi, father knows that you can’t forget your senior brother in this lifetime. But father has now discovered the fate of your senior brother’s past and next life. His last life was not smooth; he was down and out, saved by a Heavenly Girl. That girl was ’Ye Shuiyilin’ of the Night Demon Clan, a rare race that doesn’t die easily, with nine lives. So, you can’t be blamed for her death.
Her death was actually at the hands of her own clan members chasing her to kill her. Your senior brother didn’t stop loving you, but he had suffered a Tao injury, and his life was fading, so he rejected you, dying and dissipating..."
"In this life, due to serendipity, he became my disciple, and you were born as my daughter, also my pupil, so he’s still your senior brother."
"Chen is indeed an extraordinary person. Father is reassured if you follow him. Sisi, don’t worry, father will watch over him well. If he dares wrong you, father will teach him a lesson for you!"
"Sisi, do you know? To temper him, father gave him a hard time. Remember when teaching him the Soul Cutting Skill, the pleading expression on his face made father very happy."
"And when teaching him runes, father gave all his Supreme Dao to him, including the most important Emperor Blood. He... is like a son to father, always... treasured as his own."
Zhou Yan muttered to himself, as if telling a story to Sisi.
However, he didn’t notice that Sisi had already woken up, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
They were tears of emotion.
Zhou Yan, as a father, with his genuine emotions, had dispelled all of Sisi’s inner troubles, allowing her to truly acknowledge and respect her father from her spirit.
"There’s also the matter of Hou Ling. The actual situation was not what you thought... In fact, the situation is..."
Zhou Yan narrated the misunderstanding, smiling happily as he mentioned the trivial dispute between them.
Through the corners of her teary eyes, Sisi saw this and finally couldn’t hold back, crying out loud.
Startled, Zhou Yan immediately stood up in a panic, ready to comfort Sisi.
But Sisi suddenly leapt up and knelt in front of Zhou Yan on both knees.
"Father, your daughter was wrong."
Sisi’s tears streamed down, kneeling to admit her fault, her face marked with extreme remorse and regret.
"Silly girl, what are you doing? No matter what you did, father will never blame you. You are father’s precious daughter, always. Daughters are always right, even if they’re wrong, they’re still right."
Zhou Yan hurriedly tried to pull Sisi up but couldn’t. He swiftly sought to comfort her.
These words, however, only made Sisi cry even more.