Ye Qingchan stood in place, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.
Sword intent surged and howled around her, quickly attracting countless prying eyes.
Xuan Yuanyue had long since appeared outside the great hall. She looked thoughtfully at the young woman in green.
The power of Dao Principles.
Even among the famous geniuses and prodigies of the Holy State, few could comprehend and fuse with them.
Yet this young woman from the lower realm had actually fused with a wisp of Dao Principle power!
It seemed her son had good taste.
Hum!
Ye Qingchan's eyes snapped open, seeming to contain endless ice and snow.
A chill, mixed with peerless sharpness, instantly spread out.
Even Ling Xiao couldn't help but frown slightly. Demonic light flickered around him, barely blocking that strange force.
"Ah? Young Master... What happened? Are you alright?"
The coldness in Ye Qingchan's eyes gradually faded. She looked at the wrecked hall, her face confused.
"It's fine."
Ling Xiao shook his head with a smile and glanced at his mother. "Qingchan, how do you feel?"
To be honest, Ling Xiao had known from the start that Ye Qingchan had a special identity, but he hadn't expected her to fuse with a Dao Principle so quickly.
Moreover, her Destiny Value had now reached 1000 points.
Clearly, she was slowly awakening.
But what she would ultimately become, Ling Xiao didn't know.
"I... I'm fine. It's just... just..."
Ye Qingchan hesitated, then seemed to resolve herself. She looked at Ling Xiao and said, "Young Master, sometimes I feel like I'm someone else. It's as if there's a terrifying power inside my body that I simply can't control..."
"That's because your strength isn't sufficient yet. Once your cultivation reaches the Illusion-Breaking Realm, perhaps all the mysteries will be solved."
Ling Xiao nodded with a smile. This was the first time Ye Qingchan had主动 (initiatively) mentioned her past life memories to him.
Clearly, this girl had completely let her guard down around him.
"Don't worry. No matter what happens, I will be by your side."
"Me too... Young Master, I will cultivate diligently so I can be by your side sooner."
Ye Qingchan bit her red lip firmly, her eyes filled with rock-solid determination.
She had figured it out: staying by the Young Master's side now would only make her a burden.
Only with sufficient strength could she accompany him through the world.
The Young Master said he had many enemies.
The Young Master's enemies were Qingchan's enemies!
One day, when she had achieved success on the immortal path, she would definitely protect the Young Master with her life!
"Let's go. I'll take you to the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect."
Ling Xiao reached out, took Ye Qingchan's jade-like hand, and walked up to Xuan Yuanyue.
"Mother, this is Ye Qingchan. She is my woman."
"Not bad. I hope one day you can stand side by side."
Xuan Yuanyue glanced calmly at Ye Qingchan, then suddenly took out two items from her robes.
One was a pure white porcelain vial. The other was a golden-threaded feathered robe.
"This vial contains a hundred Grade Three Spirit Gathering Pills. Come ask for more when you finish them. This golden-threaded feathered robe is a top-grade divine artifact. I never took it off before I reached the Divine King Realm."
Having said that, Xuan Yuanyue looked deeply at Ye Qingchan, a sudden smile appearing on her face.
"The Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect isn't far from my Dan Yuan Holy Land. If you ever feel bored or lonely, you can come find me anytime to chat."
"Th-thank you, Senior..."
Ye Qingchan looked nervously at Ling Xiao, her jade hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.
Xuan Yuanyue's earlier aloofness had instinctively made Ye Qingchan feel immense pressure.
But now, her words about standing side by side with Ling Xiao felt like encouragement and also a spur to Ye Qingchan.
Xuan Yuanyue meant that she needed sufficient strength to stand beside Ling Xiao.
Ye Qingchan had never been a brainless, naive girl.
On the contrary, her depth of thought seemed profound even to Ling Xiao.
And since she now had this opportunity, she wouldn't easily let it go.
She just needed some time to prove to everyone that she, Ye Qingchan, had the strength to stand beside the Young Master.
"Accept them."
Ling Xiao smiled warmly. His mother's assist was masterful.
This way, even if Ye Qingchan awakened her memories in the future, she would likely remember this kindness.
"Your Nine Dragon Golden Chariot is ready. Go on."
With that, Xuan Yuanyue turned and left.
On the plaza before the hall, a golden carriage pulled by nine black flood dragons stood quietly.
A terrifying, fierce demonic aura instantly washed over them.
"Ah... Dragons!"
Ye Qingchan had never seen such terrifying demon beasts.
Each black flood dragon had a fearsome body dozens of zhang long, covered in black scales, looking ferocious and terrifying, no less intimidating than those great demons from the Eastern Wasteland.
And they... were actually beasts specifically used to pull the Young Master's carriage.
How was this different from oxen or horses?
"They are flood dragons."
Ling Xiao shook his head. Even with his noble status, he wouldn't dare use true dragons to pull his carriage.
The strongest figure in the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land was currently a Azure Dragon, rumored to possess a trace of ancestral dragon bloodline.
His dignity was not something anyone would dare offend.
But even so, a carriage pulled by nine flood dragons was extravagant enough in the Holy State.
This Ling Xiao truly lived up to being a young master of the Ling Clan and the Demon Sect.
Arrogant enough, and flashy enough!
"Let's go. I'll show you the (foundation of a Holy State sword sect."
Ling Xiao smiled faintly, picked up Ye Qingchan, and landed on the golden carriage.
The nine dragons instantly soared into the sky, galloping toward the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect.
"Riding dragons feels different."
Ling Xiao couldn't help but want to sing out loud now. Speed seventy miles per hour, mood is...
Mountain ranges flashed by beneath their feet; clouds were stretched into long trails.
Holding Ye Qingchan in his arms, breathing the pure air miles above, Ling Xiao's face showed complete satisfaction.
This was the enjoyment a villain deserved.
A beauty in his arms, a luxurious carriage.
If he had a glass of wine now, it would be perfect.
Soon.
The nine dragons descended, stopping before an ancient mountain gate.
In the past, Ling Xiao would have probably driven straight to the main hall of the sword sect.
But now, he felt it necessary to be appropriately low-key.
Otherwise, ending up abandoned by all would truly be his own fault.
"We're here."
Ling Xiao held Ye Qingchan's jade hand and stepped down from the golden carriage, his face already wearing a dignified expression.
The disciples guarding the mountain saw these two uninvited guests. They looked wary, spiritual swords in hand, as if facing a great enemy.
"That young man looks familiar!"
"It's the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Dao Demon Sect, the Eldest Young Master of the Ling Family, Ling Xiao!!"
"That's right! A carriage pulled by nine dragons, a beauty by his side—Young Master Ling Xiao's standard setup."
"Why has this little demon come here?"
Although the disciples cursed under their breath, bright smiles appeared on their faces.
Joking aside.
The person before them was a famous ne'er-do-well—no, a genius prodigy—in the entire Holy State.
His status was even more esteemed than the Heavenly Sword Sect Master's. They couldn't afford the slightest neglect!
"Young Master Ling Xiao, your presence brings glory to our humble Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect."
Amidst the white clouds and vast sky, a loud laugh suddenly rang out.
Then, several elders in varying attire tore through the void and landed before Ling Xiao and Ye Qingchan.