Chapter 65: Finally Returned Home

  Suddenly I'm so touched by this corn, crying T_T

  Sometimes innocent souls get hurt and seek solace in votes and clicks

  The Black Tyrant let out a long roar, its sturdy limbs pushing against the stone wall and cliff, borrowing force to leap dozens of feet away. Its heavy body quickly sank downwards under the influence of gravity, but immediately, the pair of powerful skin membrane wings on the demon dragon's back unfolded to the left and right, flapping up and down several times. This created a strong upward airflow that precisely supported it in mid-air. The flying Black Tyrant circled around several times, lowering its head to call out towards the bottom of the Heaven Prison with reluctance, then gathered its emotions, shook its wings and flew straight up. In the blink of an eye, it had crossed over the cliffs surrounding the Heaven Prison on all sides, heading in a northerly direction as it rapidly rode the wind away.

  Looking around, white clouds are floating; bowing head to gaze, the mountains and rivers are majestic. Although on the dragon's back there is no shelter from the wind, so that by my ear there is constantly the howling of fierce winds like knives, I have no way to calmly appreciate the scenery. But thinking that I can finally return home, Yang Zhao still cannot help but feel a wave of joy. However, amidst this joy, there is also a subtle... reluctance to part.

  "Which... Qinghui." After a while, Young Master Wang finally couldn't bear it and stretched out his hand to gently push the white-clothed woman beside him, who was already unclear what kind of relationship she had with him, and said: "You... really won't go back with me?"

  "Daxing is your home, not Qinghui's." She didn't turn her head back and said softly: "The world is full of dust and dirt, no one is happy, all with emotions are miserable. Qinghui feels powerless to change the situation, can only be good to herself. This body will have its own place to belong in the future. Where the heart is at peace, that's where the body is at peace. Xiao Wang... Ah Zhao, you really don't need to worry about Qinghui anymore."

  Yang Zhao shook her head and said, "You have your own destiny... Is it Ci Hang Jing? You go back and rest for a while... It's good. However, there's no need to spend the rest of your life like this either. How old are you, twenty or not? In the prime of your life, if... if... alas, what a pity."

  When Qinghui heard the two words "what a pity", her heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. However, she didn't turn around, and Yang Zhao couldn't see what changes had occurred on that jade-like face. Her long eyelashes quivered twice before lowering, saying: "Qinghui wants to leave, but it's not necessarily going back to Jing'an Temple. The world is vast, there will always be a place for Qinghui to settle down. But as for you... with Jiucheng's side, how do you plan on dealing with it?" In the end, she couldn't help but reveal her concern.

  As soon as he heard the name "Nine Thousand Years", Yang Zhao's attention was indeed diverted from Fang Qinghui. He scratched his hair in distress, feeling anxious and confused: "To be honest, I don't know what to do for the best either... Ah, of course, it's out of the question for me to acknowledge him as my adoptive father. And as for reviving the Demon Alliance, that's even more impossible. However... however... actually, he didn't really harm us, did he?"

  It's not just that there was no trap, but on the contrary, it's like a pie falling from the sky - the kind that can knock people out. The "Wordless Scripture" is the source of all martial arts for eternity, and even if only the first volume of Qianyang Kunyue Gong is obtained, it is already something that people in the martial world dream of. With the help of Jiucheng Sui's half-yang fire god power, Young Master Wang has successfully pushed Qianyang Gong to the fifth realm (Fan Qinghui was able to practice Kunyue Gong to the seventh realm with the help of Yuehua, and compared to before he abandoned his cultivation, his cultivation level is only slightly lower), and his powers have become even more refined. Although this forced winning method really makes people not have a good impression of Jiucheng Sui, who was the one who started it all, no matter what, benefits are still benefits, and that won't change. Adding to that, Jiucheng Sui did indeed save Fan Qinghui's life as promised, so regardless of his attitude, just looking at the results, Yang Zhao thinks... he really doesn't have a strong reason to continue being hostile towards this person.

  As for the origin, the 9,000-year-old indeed had a feud with his own father. However, upon careful consideration, there was no private grudge between them. In the end, it was just that the Great Sui Dynasty could not tolerate the existence of the independent kingdom of Yao Meng, so Yang Guang sent troops to uproot it. Later, although the 9,000-year-old wanted to plot and usurp the throne, he ultimately failed. This account shows that only the 9,000-year-old was at a disadvantage. Of course, aside from this, the 9,000-year-old also had private grudges and blood feuds with the Tian Jing successor, but that has nothing to do with Yang Zhao's affairs.

  So after some thought, Yang Zhao suddenly realized that the great villain Jiu Qian Sui was actually quite a failure. He had been busy for half his life and hadn't gained anything good, but instead lost the family business passed down by his ancestors. Looking at him now, hiding in Tian Keng with a crazy and wild look on his face, Xiao Wang Ye felt that he wasn't as hateful as before, but rather quite pitiful. However, being pitiful was one thing, but it didn't mean that he could just ignore his own parents and instead get close to this man who had forced himself to be his adoptive father?

  Forget it, forget it. Yang Zhao shook his head and decided to just drop the matter, treating the experience in the Heavenly Pit as a mere dream. After all, before dispatching Hei Ba Wang to send them away, Jiu Qian Sui had already said that he had absorbed the Flame Emperor's yang fire divine energy and entered the realm of the gods. Originally, he should have been able to achieve great merit and ascend to the immortal realm by breaking through the void. Unfortunately, during Yang Guang's campaign against the demonic alliance, he used the "Spirit Absorbing Technique" that could steal others' true energy and essence... Okay, let me spit out a sentence of complaint here. Yang Zhao thought this name was really stupid when she read comics before crossing over, and it sounded even more ridiculous... He absorbed too much tiger demon's violent power, becoming greedy and impure, thus delaying his ascension for so long.

  However, after many years of hard work and dedication, Jiu Qian Sui has finally managed to suppress the violent power of the tiger's soul. According to his own estimates, he only needs about a year and a half to break through the remaining difficulties and truly shatter the void. In other words, after today's farewell, unless something unexpected happens, they will never meet again. As a result, Jiu Qian Sui can ignore the nominal position of the Holy Alliance leader that has been passed down. The two tasks he entrusted to Yang Zhao - retrieving the upper and lower volumes of the "Wordless True Classic" and the demonic soldier "Xie Huang", the symbol of the alliance leader - Young Master Wang also plans to pretend he never heard of them.

  Actually, the "Wordless True Classic" is secretly hidden in the ruins of the Holy Alliance's headquarters. It wouldn't be difficult to retrieve it. However, the demonic soldier "Evil Emperor" has already become the treasured sword of Dongfang Wensi, the successor of the Eastern World Family. Taking it back would indeed be no easy feat. You should know that Dongfang Wensi not only comes from a prestigious family but also received guidance from Mo Xuan Nan Gong Taiping on the Tianjing Sword Technique. Fifteen years ago, he was already able to exchange three blows with Emperor Yan and retreat unscathed. By now, he must have mastered the legendary "Sword Emperor" Nan Gong Tie Xin's unparalleled sword technique, which even earned praise from the mysterious Xuan Tian Evil Emperor - the Heart Sword Eighth Technique: Empty Emotion, Transcending Spirit. Let alone whether Yang Zhao can defeat Dongfang Wensi, even if he could, it wouldn't be worth provoking such a superpower, would it?

  That's what he said, but Yang Zhao rubbed his chest, feeling the faint inflammation in his meridians, yet couldn't shake off a nagging sense of discomfort. Having benefited from someone else's kindness, only to turn around and pretend it never happened... this just didn't seem right.

  Two people on the dragon's back each had their own thoughts, and for a while, they lost all language. The Black Tyrant King didn't care about that, it just flew rapidly with its head down. It was originally an extraordinary creature, although it couldn't be compared to modern supersonic aircraft, but flying thousands of miles a day was only a trivial matter. The exact location of the Heaven's Pit and the Valley of Desolation was unknown, but roughly it should still be within the borders of Shu in Yizhou, and at most it wouldn't go as far as Jianning Prefecture. In terms of straight-line distance, it should be around 1,200 kilometers or so. With the Black Tyrant King as their ride, it would take no more than two days.

  The dragon flew from dawn till dusk for a whole day, and at night it rested on a certain desolate mountain that was unknown where. On the second morning, it carried two new masters (the 9,000-year-old had already given this big pet to Yang Shao and Fan Qinghui, so when it left the Tiankeng, it would be so reluctant to part with its old master) and flew north again. Looking down from high altitude, the villages along the way gradually increased. By the third morning, when the sun rose slowly, on the distant horizon, the magnificent city wall of Daxing City was already in sight. Under the morning dew and sunlight, it looked like a city standing on the fertile Guanzhong Plain, built with gold and never fading, an eternal city.

  After all this time, having gone through so many things, looking back on the past, it's as if it were all just a dream. But thinking of those who care about me and protect me within the city walls, I feel a deep longing in my heart. Standing atop the mountain, Little Wang's eyes are hazy, his eyes welling up with tears without realizing it, he's become quite infatuated.

  His mind was filled with thoughts, and he unconsciously wanted to share them with someone. He naturally turned his head and reached out to take Qing Hui's hand. However, this attempt at affection only ended in emptiness. Looking up, he saw that the person who had long since made up their mind to part ways with Ci Hang Jing Zhai, was already several steps away, bowing her head and clasping her hands together: "Your Highness, on that day Qing Hui committed a grave wrong by kidnapping you from Da Xing. Now that Da Xing is within sight, Qing Hui can finally make amends for past mistakes, it's time to go." She then softly recited a Buddhist mantra: "All love and affection will meet, impermanence is hard to endure. Many fears in life, danger lurking like morning dew. Sorrow and fear arise from attachment, if one lets go of attachment, there will be no sorrow or fear." After finishing the mantra, she didn't say much more, turned around and slowly walked westward.

  Is that it... is she leaving? Yang Zhao felt a hollow feeling in his heart, wanting to make her stay, but not knowing what else to say. He simply stood there staring at her back. The eight lines of the Buddhist chant kept swirling in his mind, making it even harder to describe the taste. Black Overlord watched as the mistress's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and finally vanished among the trees, but he couldn't help but let out a low hum. The empty mountain echoed with a few faint sounds that lingered on, seeming to contain infinite desolation.

  After a long time, Yang Zhao finally slowly let out a breath. He shook his head, roused his spirits, patted the Black Tyrant's back several times, and muttered: "The world originally has no banquet that doesn't disperse. If there is no parting, how can there be reunions? Old Black, you say so, right?"

  The Black Overlord's personality was indeed ferocious, but since the 9,000-year-old had ordered it to acknowledge Yang Zhao as its master, it was surprisingly docile in front of Young Master Wang. It turned its head around and nudged Yang Zhao's body with its nose a few times, its attitude extremely affectionate. Yang Zhao smiled wryly and said, "Alright, since that's the case, we should probably part ways for now. Old Black, it's not that I don't want to keep you, but there are too many people in Daxing City, and your appearance is really too frightening. Not to mention, if my old man sees you, who knows what would happen? Can you understand?"

  Hei Ba Wang couldn't speak human language, but understanding what others said was no problem. He nodded a few more times, and his cries seemed to carry a hint of reluctance and unwillingness to part. Yang Zhao couldn't bear it, tilted his head in thought, and sighed: "Anyway, Old Black, you just temporarily hide out in these mountains for now. I'll have someone deliver food to you on time. One cow per day should be enough. That's settled then. Hmm, it won't be too long, I'll come visit you often."

  Again a few low roars, it is said that one cow per day, Hei Ba Wang immediately pushed Little King forward, seemingly urging him to hurry up. Yang Zhao burst out laughing and hugged Hei Ba Wang's neck tightly, turned around and strode down the mountain with large steps.

  As the saying goes, looking at a mountain can kill a horse. Daxing City is on the mountain and looks very close, but in reality, walking down the mountain is still a considerable distance. Yang Zhao didn't use his lightness skill, he just walked casually. After spending several hours, he finally arrived at the Anhua Gate of Daxing City. He looked up at the towering city building and thought of the scene when he left that day, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy again.

  Daxing City is the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty, a place of unparalleled prosperity and wealth. The city gate is bustling with people coming and going, but few are as shabbily dressed as Yang Zhao. However, after experiencing so many things, Young Master Wang has also gained some demeanor. In the wilderness, it didn't feel out of place, but standing under the city gate now, it's really eye-catching. Before long, several city guards cautiously approached, with the leader frowning and asking: "Who are you..."

  Yang Zhao came back to his senses and let out a long sigh. He gave the soldiers a faint smile, revealing his snow-white teeth.

  "I am the great Yuwen's grandson, the eldest son of the Eastern Palace Crown Prince, the imperial court decreed that I be sealed as the King of Henan, a disciple of the Orthodox Sect's master Xuanle, Yang Zhao."