Chapter 251
**Sweet, Sweet~ Your Smile is So Sweet~**
**[Fake cigarettes, fake wine, fake friends, fake friends~ Fake feelings, fake kindness, you coaxed me to your home, then kicked me out in the dead of night~]**
**[We are the stars of the village, ah, without feelings anymore, you said we should consult a fortune teller to see if we should be together~]**
Various catchy tunes flooded Chen Huai'an's consciousness like a torrential flood.
He saw in the crystal ball a bearded man dressed in a black suit, wearing a Batman mask, and holding a bouquet of roses, passionately twisting his body to the music.
This scene, this music.
Not to mention Dan Bai would be left speechless.
Even he felt tears welling up—had he known, he wouldn’t have called Luo Haisheng his old friend.
He should have said he was just a stranger by the roadside.
“Senior, you…” Dan Bai forced a shy smile on her delicate face, “Your old friend is quite interesting.”
She could somewhat understand.
For mortals, their interests and behaviors naturally differ from those of cultivators.
Though the difference was rather pronounced, she could only hypnotize herself into accepting it.
“Hmm… this old friend of mine was once quite the singer and dancer,” Chen Huai'an coughed lightly and said with a serious expression, “Don’t be fooled by his strange behavior; this is actually a folk dance and mountain song from his hometown. Can’t you feel the spirit of freedom?”
Dan Bai’s eyes lit up with realization.
After staring at the crystal ball for a while, she nodded, “I see, it’s very free!”
Seeing that he had successfully diverted her attention, Chen Huai'an hurriedly asked, “So, does he still have a chance of revival?”
“Senior, your old friend is not just a remnant soul; his complete soul is sealed within the crystal ball. As long as he regains a physical body, he can be revived. However, a mortal's body is not as sturdy as a cultivator's; it’s very fragile, and there’s only this little bit left…”
Dan Bai sighed, her face full of difficulty:
“If only you had some Nuwa soil! Unfortunately, I only know that the Burning Purity Sacred Land has collected a basin of it. The old demon monk from Burning Industry treasures that basin of Nuwa soil so much…”
What she implied was that to get the Nuwa soil from the Burning Purity Sacred Land, one would have to confront the Burning Industry monk.
The Sword Pavilion’s ancestor was not a Great Ascension cultivator, so he definitely wouldn’t stand a chance.
Thus, the Nuwa soil was out of reach.
“I have some Nuwa soil,” Chen Huai'an said, lying through his teeth. “I was lucky enough to obtain a bit during my travels in other worlds.”
It wasn’t a big deal; all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion present knew that his true form was wandering the vast universe.
“But how do we use this Nuwa soil?”
“You actually managed to get your hands on such a treasure as Nuwa soil?” Dan Bai was taken aback, but quickly came to terms with it: “That makes sense. You’ve cultivated to the fifth realm of Dongxu with an ordinary dantian, which shows you have great fortune. So, acquiring Nuwa soil is understandable.”
Chen Huai'an: “…”
Dan Bai was great in many ways.
It was just a pity she had such a mouth.
“You bury your friend’s remains in the Nuwa soil, and I’ll prepare some medicinal liquid for you. You just need to water it daily, and within half a month, the remains will form into an embryo.” Dan Bai didn’t realize there was anything wrong with her description; on the contrary, she felt she was flattering him quite well.
“An embryo? He’ll turn into a baby?!”
This was too bizarre.
Though it wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
“It’s a necessary process,” Dan Bai nodded, then furrowed her brow, uncertainly adding, “But after all, he’s a new physical body grown from Nuwa soil. With the aid of the medicinal liquid, he’ll grow quickly… perhaps he’ll reach adulthood in a month?”
Chen Huai'an held the crystal ball, skeptical.
He didn’t want to raise a child.
But if he really had to, he could leave it to Xiang Xiaoyuan.
After all, Xiang Xiaoyuan was a wet nurse; as long as she could revive the bearded man, that would be enough.
It would also let the bearded man see how the prosperous world he longed for had turned into a mess.
“Hmm…”
A muffled groan came from the side room.
Everyone looked through the open door to see Duan Feng, one of the direct disciples of the Sword Pavilion, sitting up from the bed.
“Am I… back at the Sword Pavilion?”
Duan Feng’s memory was still stuck on the moment he was sent flying and spat blood by the punch of a demonic cultivator’s remains.
He glanced around and saw Xu An and Zhen He slowly waking up as well.
On the opposite bed lay a woman with a graceful figure, but the gauzy curtain obscured her identity.
As Chen Huai'an entered the room, Duan Feng saw it was the ancestor and immediately tried to get out of bed to pay his respects, but a gentle force held him in place.
“Your dantian has just been restored; it’s best not to move around.”
“Dantian? Just restored?” Duan Feng was taken aback, instinctively reaching for his abdomen.
He closed his eyes to sense it, and his face gradually turned pale—there were indeed signs of dantian reconstruction.
In other words, his previous dantian was completely gone!?
What terrified him even more was that his Dao body and spiritual roots had also vanished.
Who did this?
The demonic cultivator’s remains?!
Duan Feng didn’t care about himself; instead, he first worried about his two junior brothers: “What about Xu An and Zhen He?”
“Correct.” Su Qinian also walked in, standing half a step behind Chen Huai'an, and said solemnly:
“Your dantians have all been destroyed. Not only have your dantians been ruined, but your spiritual roots and special physiques have also been stripped away. The ones responsible for this heinous act are not the demonic cultivator’s remains or demonic cultivators, but rather the Yaochi Sacred Land among the three great sacred lands. The Burning Purity Sacred Land is also likely an ally of Yaochi.”
Su Qinian’s voice grew increasingly somber.
Duan Feng saw unfamiliar faces standing outside the door along with all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.
The only thing missing was the boisterous figure of his senior sister.
Usually, if he were injured and unconscious, she would definitely be the first person he saw upon waking.
A sudden wave of dread washed over Duan Feng as he stared blankly at the Pavilion Master, trembling as he asked, “Pavilion Master, where’s my senior sister?”
“Your senior sister…”
Su Qinian’s eyes reddened slightly, and he sighed.
“Your senior sister has been trapped in the Yaochi Sacred Land to save you all!”
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**Chapter 269: A Final Reunion?**
Yaochi Sacred Land.
“Dan Yun, we’ve captured your daughter.”
Real Master Yuyao coldly regarded the woman in the cage, ragged and covered in wounds, her voice indifferent.
In the corner, Dan Yun shuddered at the words, raising her gaze to see the murderous intent in her eyes chilling the air of the entire cage.
“It’s impossible! You can’t break my formation; you can’t capture my daughter!”
“Old witch Yuyao, you’re deceiving me!”
“Deceiving you?!” Real Master Yuyao chuckled, clapping her hands: “Bring Dan Bai here.”
With the sound of footsteps, a frail girl was dragged to the cage door.
The hem of her dress was stained with spots of crimson, and her bare feet were muddy.
Real Master Yuyao lifted the girl’s chin, revealing her delicate features hidden beneath her hair, a satisfied smile creeping onto her lips.
This girl indeed resembled Dan Bai.
Dan Yun couldn’t use any tricks on her; she was born with spiritual eyes, and nothing false could escape those eyes.
So, they could only find a girl who naturally looked like Dan Bai to fool Dan Yun.
As long as the two didn’t come into contact, after more than ten years apart, it would be hard for Dan Yun to distinguish whether this fake Dan Bai was the real one.
“Dan Bai!” The moment Dan Yun saw the girl, she froze.
Her shoulders trembled involuntarily, tears filling her eyes and silently streaming down her cheeks.
She hadn’t seen her daughter in thirteen long years.
At this moment, the tears were a culmination of longing over the years, as well as the guilt and pain of seeing her daughter imprisoned here too.
She struggled to rush forward but was pulled back by the chains that restricted her cultivation.
All she could do was lie on the ground, gazing at the trembling girl in Real Master Yuyao’s grasp.
The girl looked up at the sound, staring blankly at Dan Yun, her glass-like eyes misting over.
Dan Yun’s gaze reminded her of her own mother.
During a year of famine, she had been sold at the market by her father and brother. Her mother had stood in front of them with the same look in her eyes, desperately holding onto her, refusing to let her be taken away until her father knocked her out, and that calloused hand slowly loosened…
“Are you not going to recognize your mother?” Real Master Yuyao tightened her grip on the girl’s chin, reminding her of what she should do.
“Mother!” The girl called out to Dan Yun, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face.
These tears were not feigned; she could feel the love and longing of the woman in the cage for her daughter.
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