Chapter 789 - 535: Nine Yin Returning Yang Technique, Fire and Demonic (Part 2)

"Absorb Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increases by one hundred and fifty."

"Absorb Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increases by three hundred and fifty."

"Absorb Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increases by seven hundred."

"Absorb Pure Yin Qi, Nine Yin Returning Yang Technique Spiritual Qi increases by four hundred and twenty."

A sequence of prompts sounded continuously in Zheng Yi’s ears.

That night, Shen Yumo’s spirits were extraordinarily high, and the two remained conscious throughout.

Ultimately, Zheng Yi was the first to concede defeat.

Although his Divine Sense was at the Golden Core Realm, his physical body, having been exhausted previously, had only recovered to the Foundation Establishment Stage, and in terms of stamina, he still couldn’t match the female cultivator.

...

The next morning.

The sunlight gently poured onto Zheng Yi’s side face through the already opened cave entrance.

Zheng Yi awoke gradually, rubbed his eyes, and looked around.

Sure enough, as he expected, the space beside him was empty.

Zheng Yi sighed helplessly and smiled, speaking to himself, "Next time we meet, I’ll have to spank her bottom properly."

Afterward.

He prepared to get up.

He had stayed long enough in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and it would be hard to gain extra rewards if he stayed any longer.

Zheng Yi tidied up the items in the cave briefly, and after having breakfast, quietly left.

At this time.

Having obtained the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects, Shen Yumo’s eyes showed a hint of complex emotions.

Although she had achieved her goal, for some reason, she felt an emptiness inside.

She shook her head and softly said, "Forget it, it’s not worth overthinking. Anyway, it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, so what’s the point of thinking so much?"

Shen Yumo muttered to herself and then attempted to mobilize her Dantian Spiritual Power once more.

However, just as she did so.

Her face was filled with shock.

The Spiritual Power she mobilized in her Dantian was three times denser than when she was in the Crystal Stage.

Her figure halted in mid-air, the powerful Crystal Stage Spiritual Qi instantly enveloping the surroundings.

Shen Yumo could not fathom it.

She started to comb through the events, and soon came to the only reasonable explanation.

"Could it be him?"

Shen Yumo muttered to herself, and the image of Zheng Yi, who spent a few passionate nights with her in the cave, appeared involuntarily in her mind.

She looked at the Blood Bodhi, still unused in her hand, realising that, except for Zheng Yi, there was no other plausible explanation.

Even though this explanation sounded somewhat crazy.

All signs indicated that this was the fact.

Upon thinking this, Shen Yumo’s eyes slightly brightened.

Suddenly, she felt that Zheng Yi might not be so out of reach, and maybe he could even help her break free from the constraints of the Celestial Profound Sword Sect, making her stronger, and maybe, in due course, even advancing to a higher realm was not out of the question.

Moreover, the chances of success had greatly increased compared to before.

Shen Yumo took a deep breath, her eyes full of joy, her face brimming with excitement.

She fully mobilized her Crystal Stage Spiritual Power, transforming into a phantom, rapidly heading toward the previous cave in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Her speed reached its peak.

In mid-air, others could barely make out her figure.

Shen Yumo’s figure landed steadily at the cave entrance, only to find it already open, cleaned spotlessly inside, yet empty.

A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and a sense of loss surged in her heart.

"Is it possible that Zheng Yi and I are just not destined?"

But as a cultivator, she always believed in "My fate is determined by me, not by heaven."

Shen Yumo snorted lightly, quickly catching the slight traces Zheng Yi left behind.

In her mind, she recalled every move of Zheng Yi before, as well as the bits and pieces they experienced together.

"Celestial Profound Sword Sect, Celestial South Market.

He must be from nearby, we shall meet again soon."

Thinking of this, the tension in Shen Yumo’s heart relaxed considerably.

Then.

She transformed into a phantom again, disappearing from the spot, leaving the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

When Zheng Yi reappeared in Qingshan Town, seven days had already passed.

During these seven days.

He gained abundant rewards in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, obtaining many Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects, including some rare items that even Crystal Stage Cultivators could use, purely out of luck.

"Greetings, Master Zheng Yi!"

At this moment, the gatekeeper outside the Song Mansion saw Zheng Yi’s figure and immediately nodded and bowed.

Bowing respectfully, his waist bent almost ninety degrees.

And at this time, inside the Song Mansion.

The true master had unknown returned, raising his eyebrows, listening with great interest to the honored guests recounting all that his most worrisome younger brother had experienced during this period.

His expressions varied greatly.

Upon hearing those incredible things, he almost couldn’t believe them.

"Are you saying that in the short time I was away, our Song Mansion in Qingshan Town welcomed a powerful cultivator of at least the late-stage Qi Refining, and even accepted you as a disciple?

You’re just a mixed-grade Spirit Root!"

Song Hailong looked at his brother Song Xian with a face full of disbelief, then turned his gaze toward the three honored guests beside him.

If not for the presence of these three honored guests.

He would have taken this as a ridiculous joke.

As you should know.

He himself was a mid-grade Spirit Root, and even in Celestial South Market, he only managed to get by ordinarily.

But now.

His brother, who wasn’t even considered to have a low-grade Spirit Root, happened to encounter such a fortuitous opportunity, which was hard for him to accept.

Hearing his brother’s words, Song Xian chuckled.

He couldn’t be more delighted inside.

The three honored guests around him were showing an expression of helpless amusement.

Finally, one of the honored guests explained with a stiff smile, "In fact, the senior didn’t actively accept the third young master as a disciple; rather, the third young master lobbied for it."

The other two honored guests nodded with complex expressions.

With this explanation.

The matter finally made some sense, Song Hailong silently nodded.

The Song Xian in front of him, whom he hadn’t seen in a month, had already advanced from the first-layer Qi Refining to the second-layer Qi Refining, while Song Hailong himself was only at the fourth-layer Qi Refining.

"Is there any elixir left?"

Song Hailong extended his right hand, leaving his intention clear.

Upon hearing this, Song Xian quickly covered his chest, looking vigilantly at Song Hailong, animatedly saying, "Brother, these elixirs were specially given by the senior to us.

Not only do I have them, but the three honored guests also each have them, and their strength has also increased by one level each.

It’s not me being a stingy younger brother, but if the senior returns, it would be hard for us juniors to account for it."

While speaking, Song Xian continuously gave subtle hints to the three honored guests beside him.

The three honored guests caught on quickly and chimed in, "Indeed, young master, the senior could return at any time."

"It would be better for young master to hold on a bit longer, for propriety."

As everyone spoke one after another.

Song Hailong rolled his eyes at them.

Just when he was about to respond.

A servant suddenly reported, "Honored guests, young master, third young master, the senior has returned!"

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xian excitedly leaped out, running out directly.

The three honored guests behind him were not to be left behind and immediately sprinted after him.

In the blink of an eye.

Only the eldest young master, Song Hailong, remained, the one with the highest cultivation at the mansion.

Song Hailong sighed helplessly, muttered to himself, "I am really curious about what the senior’s background truly is, and I don’t believe he’s as formidable as my useless brother says."

Then...

Outside the Song Mansion.

"Junior, Song Hailong, pays respects to the senior! Salutations to the Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator!"

Song Hailong bowed with hands cupped, head lowered, body bent at a forty-five-degree angle.

His demeanor displaying complete respect.

But inside, waves of shock surged.

"A Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator indeed!"

"Even in Celestial South Market, such a figure could surely hold a prominent position, yet unexpectedly appeared in this small Qingshan Town and got involved with my Song Family."

"This is truly an enormous blessing!"

...

Welcoming Zheng Yi into the mansion, Song Hailong and Song Xian flanked him on either side.

For a moment, even leaving no room for the three honored guests.

The three of them looked at each other, wordless.

All they could do was sigh collectively.