Chapter 730: Chapter 157 Goddess
It was nearing twilight.
The twilight in the Netherworld was always incredibly beautiful.
Golden light of the Divine Tao scattered across this ethereal realm, adorning the exquisite landscapes.
There was no true night in the Netherworld, only a semblance of night—darkness. When the darkness descended, it was time for the Cultivators to rest, refine their hearts, and wander between heaven and earth.
This time, was also the most beautiful moment Zhou Yan spent with Mu Qingyan.
Zhou Yan gazed at Mu Qingyan, whose delicate face was tinged with a holy hue from the Divine Tao’s light, and finally took a step closer, disregarding her shyness and pulling her into his embrace.
Tightly, making it hard for her to break free.
A fresh, intoxicating fragrance wafted from Mu Qingyan, ensnaring Zhou Yan’s heart and mind, and a joyful smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"You, this person..."
Mu Qingyan chided.
Zhou Yan, with a clear mind, burst into hearty laughter, exerting force with both hands...
A trace of shy panic flitted across Mu Qingyan’s lovely face; such actions were incongruent with her nearly goddess-like pure aura, thus provoking some instinctual resistance.
She seemed to be stopping Zhou Yan’s intrusion.
But instead, Zhou Yan moved and sat on Mu Qingyan’s ivory Jade bed.
"Don’t..."
Mu Qingyan’s words carried a hint of pleading.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan’s hands stiffened, his demeanor suddenly turned several degrees colder.
"Husband, Qingyan belongs to you. But your current state isn’t ideal, and this would waste the ’Time-Space Soul Lock’ trait of Qingyan’s constitution. If you could attain the Sword God Realm and perform Dual Cultivation of the body and soul with Qingyan, you could undergo a fundamental transformation. Such a chance only comes once in a lifetime, and Qingyan hopes to offer you the best service."
Mu Qingyan, holding back her boundless affection, hurriedly explained.
She feared Zhou Yan might think she was unwilling.
Naturally, she was very willing, as she would never forget her husband’s kindness, not in this lifetime—or even in the next.
Zhou Yan was taken aback, then reminiscing that in his previous life when he was powerful and unbounded, the first union with Mu Qingyan in Yin Yang did indeed bring tremendous benefits.
At that moment, Zhou Yan suddenly felt a bit ashamed; he had instinctively assumed that Mu Qingyan was unwilling...
"It seems, my instincts show that my love for her is not deep enough."
A flicker of inexplicable guilt crossed Zhou Yan’s heart, but he then gently wrapped his arms around Mu Qingyan, making no further moves.
...
A long while passed before Zhou Yan ceased his mischievous acts.
"Qingyan, when your husband returns from our Ancestor Star and steps into the True God Plane you must serve your husband well."
Zhou Yan said indulgently.
Though he ceased his mischief, his hands still lingered where they were not willing to let go.
"Husband, although I cannot serve you in that way, Qingyan can still serve you well in spirit. Soul Dual Cultivation—Qingyan is willing for you to ’punish’ as you please."
Mu Qingyan’s eyes were watery, her voice filled with tenderness.
Zhou Yan was delighted, yet he pondered, "There should be no problem with that, right? Won’t it affect you? After all, my soul isn’t complete at the moment, I haven’t yet merged with the Life Soul.
This Life Soul needs to be partly absorbed by Gu Xi first before I can integrate it, otherwise I don’t know whether the remaining won’t be enough."
Zhou Yan looked forward but analyzed calmly.
"Husband, there’s no restriction on the soul. Husband, this time Qingyan will definitely satisfy you."
Mu Qingyan restrained her boundless shyness, managing to say the taboo words.
Then, she whispered the Soul Technique in Zhou Yan’s ear.
This process was quite similar to when Zhou Yan and the Holy Daughter Jiang Yuning underwent Soul Dual Cultivation initially; the procedure was broadly the same.
Zhou Yan wasn’t foolish; he immediately realized Mu Qingyan was also helping him this way—to strengthen him, to help him grow, to stabilize him from the terrifying cascade of heaven-sent calamities.
Her sacrifices were all without letting Zhou Yan know, simply wanting to give silently.
Unknowing was one thing; knowing, the gratitude in his heart was unimaginably intense.
Thus, his love for Mu Qingyan deepened even further.
...
The Jiang family, Thunder Pool.
"We’ve failed! After all these years of preparation, it has all come to naught!"
"I can’t accept this!"
"I can’t! This plan was foolproof, how could it have failed? Where did I go wrong? Was I too complacent? Impossible, that can’t be—"
A man muttered to himself, his voice tinged with madness.
"It’s not exactly a failure; I had anticipated this situation, so there was still a hidden arrangement, though it hasn’t done much. Nonetheless, it still had some effect."
A stooped old man sighed and stepped forward.
His gaze turned towards the void, as if he could see beyond the stars into the river of time.
"Honored ancestor..."
The man’s voice carried a somber tone.
"Now, let’s see what kind of transformation ’he’ will undergo. Everything else has been thwarted; we’re almost out of options. Just wait, wait for the Nine Origin Reincarnation to descend upon Sword Burial Ancestor Star, for a seed to mature and to reap an opportunity."
The old man murmured to himself.
He thought for a moment, then added: "Send a message to the Extreme Cold Netherworld King in the Peaceful Realms. We will trade fragments of the Immortal Weapon for his Extreme Cold Ice Soul Stone."
"Honored ancestor, you mean..."
"My Life Soul was destroyed by Lei Yan King. Now fostered anew, to see if it will work, depends on whether this Ice Soul Stone can suppress the Demon Heart."
"Let ’Mi Luo’ handle this. If the Extreme Cold Netherworld King does not cooperate, then act, snatch directly if needed. If these still fail, then send a few pawns to search within the Ancient Ice Glacier for an opportunity; then, it all depends on my Heavenly Destiny."
The old man spoke, unable to prevent himself from coughing violently, and with each cough, large amounts of dark purple blood spurted out.