Chapter 159: 159. Chapter 157: A God Race Member Is Worth Seven

159. Chapter 157: A God Race Member Is Worth Seven

Ding Huan gathered all his true essence; even if injured, he had to block this strike for Qi Qi Xinyue.

Whatever came after could wait—if it really wouldn't work, he would just pull out the genetic poison mist and spray.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Ding Huan stopped in his tracks, staring in shock at the man who looked like a Shopkeeper in the distance.

At this moment, the other was spitting frothy blood from his mouth, collapsed on the ground.

A huge wooden pillar on the first floor of the Rest Inn had been smashed apart by him; his own bones were shattered all over, and even his meridians had all been severed.

Fear surfaced in his eyes; he probably knew his end was near.

The Rest Inn guests who had been watching the show a moment ago now didn't even dare to draw a breath.

The waiters the Rest Inn had been about to send out to intervene didn't dare utter a single word either.

Ding Huan retreated several steps; Lou Buzhi and Qi Qi Xinyue also retreated to Ding Huan's side.

By now Ding Huan had seen clearly—the one who struck was one of the three people who had been standing at the Rest Inn's entrance earlier.

The three at the Rest Inn entrance walked over as well—two men and one woman.

At the very front was a middle-aged man; beside this middle-aged man were an old man and a young woman, who looked to be not much older than Qi Qi Xinyue.

The one who had struck just now was that young woman.

The middle-aged man walked toward Ding Huan's side. Ding Huan's heart sank, and he took the initiative to cup his fists:

"Ding Huan pays his respects to the several seniors, and thanks the several seniors for stepping in to help."

The middle-aged man gave Ding Huan a slight nod:

"Step aside for a moment."

Without waiting for Ding Huan to speak, his gaze fell on Qi Qi Xinyue:

"Are you a God Race member scattered outside?"

The moment those words came out, Ding Huan understood at once.

The ones he had been divining earlier must have been these very people; any one of these three could have killed him in an instant, so he had been unable to divine the specifics.

These three people must also be God Race members. Earlier, Qi Qi Xinyue had been forced by people from the Zhan God Continent to search the vast universe for a God Race habitat.

After searching for so long without any result, now in this place they had easily run into God Race people.

So it turned out this place was one of the God Race's habitats.

Heh, fortunately they hadn't found it. If they had found it earlier, those fellows from the Zhan God Continent probably wouldn't even have known how they died.

"Qi Qi Xinyue pays her respects to the several seniors, and thanks the several seniors for stepping in to help."

Qi Qi Xinyue hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Answer my question—are you a direct-line descendant of the God Race's bloodline?" The middle-aged man showed not the slightest impatience.

Qi Qi Xinyue said uneasily:

"This junior is indeed a God Race descendant; as for whether it's the direct bloodline, this junior does not know."

"As expected, that's good, that's good…" The middle-aged man excitedly said "that's good" several times in a row.

As if remembering something, the middle-aged man took out a jade bottle and handed it to Qi Qi Xinyue:

"Xinyue, take this pill."

Qi Qi Xinyue frowned and did not reach for the jade bottle.

"Although I don't know who hurt you, no matter who it was, my God Race will not let them off. This pill is a Restoration Pill; it can restore your appearance."

The middle-aged man hurriedly added an explanation.

Hearing that it could restore her appearance, Qi Qi Xinyue hesitated.

She did want to restore her appearance; otherwise she always felt she wasn't worthy of Ding Huan.

That was also one of the reasons she was working hard to prepare for Foundation Establishment—once she reached Foundation Establishment, perhaps her appearance could be restored.

Ding Huan saw Qi Qi Xinyue's hesitation, and he nodded and said:

"Xinyue, since it's a pill that restores appearance, just take it."

In Ding Huan's own mind, he believed it didn't matter whether Qi Qi Xinyue took this pill or not.

He was confident he could find the same kind of pill for Qi Qi Xinyue.

Ding Huan and Qi Qi Xinyue had been together for so long that he understood her very well.

Ever since deciding to marry him, Qi Qi Xinyue had grown increasingly concerned about her appearance.

Every time he saw Qi Qi Xinyue, she would carefully try to touch up her looks.

It was just that her face had been ruined too severely, which left Qi Qi Xinyue with a persistent sense of inferiority.

Since Qi Qi Xinyue longed for it so much, if he didn't let her take it, she would surely feel deep regret.

Besides, Ding Huan had not sensed any malice from these few God Race powerhouses.

"Mm." Hearing Ding Huan's words, Qi Qi Xinyue picked up the jade bottle, poured the pill inside into her hand, and put it in her mouth.

The old man off to the side, however, frowned slightly.

Clearly, Qi Qi Xinyue was being far too obedient to Ding Huan's words.

In his eyes, the God Race was the noblest race in the universe.

Anyone before the God Race had to appear in a humbler posture.

And the relationship between Qi Qi Xinyue and Ding Huan did not match the God Race's noble traditions.

First, Qi Qi Xinyue had not realized at all the nobility of her God Race identity; second, Ding Huan's dominance over Qi Qi Xinyue offended the God Race's dignity.

When a brawl like this occurred at the Wanderer Rest Inn, and someone even died, not only did the City Patrol Guards arrive, but even the City Lord's Residence sent people over.

However, when they saw the three middle-aged men, none of them dared to keep coming in; they stood outside waiting.

What shocked Ding Huan was that the scars on Qi Qi Xinyue's face vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye, then turned into a thin scab that flaked off.

What stunned him even more came after: once that thin scab fell away, Qi Qi Xinyue's face almost instantly recovered its original healthy color.

Her fair skin showed a faint rosy flush, and not a trace could be seen of the crisscrossing, terrifying scars that had been there before.

Ding Huan had always known Qi Qi Xinyue must be very pretty, but only now that her looks had been restored did he realize he truly had no idea just how beautiful she was.

That matchless beauty, her endless grace—just standing there made every other woman lose all her color, like a goddess descended to the mortal world.

The other guests in the Rest House who were drinking tea, though they did not dare make a sound, were all stunned by Qi Qi Xinyue's world-shaking looks.

It was the first time such a beauty had come to Hecheng. How could she be a woman of the Mortal World? She must have come from the Immortal World.

The middle-aged man grew even more excited:

"Good, good, she truly is of the divine clan's direct bloodline."

Hearing the middle-aged man's praise, Qi Qi Xinyue showed no sign of happiness; she even had a bad premonition.

It was the same feeling she had mentioned to Ding Huan before.

The middle-aged man went on:

"Xinyue, you can return with us to the divine clan. You must be the direct bloodline the divine clan lost outside. Before this I only had a premonition; now I am certain."

Though he tried hard not to get too worked up, his tone betrayed the excitement in his heart.

Qi Qi Xinyue shook her head:

"I'm not going anywhere. I will stay with my husband."

When she said this, her tone was naturally firm.

Though between her and Ding Huan there was none of the burning passion of lovers in the heat of romance, deep in her heart she cherished this meeting more than anyone.

Truly growing old together does not need to be loud and dramatic; it only needs the warm companionship of flowing water.

Qi Qi Xinyue had never been in love, yet she understood this truth.

"Your husband?" A flash of surprise crossed the middle-aged man's eyes, and his gaze fell on Ding Huan.

Ding Huan replied, neither servile nor overbearing:

"Yes. Please forgive us, seniors, but Xinyue and I will not be separated."

"Hah, do you even know what the divine clan is?"

A glint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the young woman standing beside the middle-aged man.

Perhaps in her own view, if she did not still have some poise, she would have already spoken up in scorn.

Ding Huan said lightly:

"I don't know what the divine clan is—perhaps some lofty, noble beings. But between Xinyue and me, this is my family's matter; my family's affairs need no one else's interference."

The young woman seemed about to speak again, but the middle-aged man raised a hand, stopping her words, and fixed his gaze on Ding Huan once more:

"I say I am the best-tempered one in the divine clan; perhaps you won't believe it. I can be sure that if anyone else had come, they would not be discussing this with you so politely.

It would not be impossible—even if it meant slaughtering the entire Hecheng over this matter."

A wave of helplessness rose in Ding Huan's heart; he sensed this fellow was telling the truth.

"Friend, it's true—if you keep this standoff going, Hecheng really might be slaughtered by the divine clan. They, they…"

A voice transmission fell into Ding Huan's ear, but the speaker seemed too afraid to continue the rest of the sentence.

After saying a few words to Ding Huan, the middle-aged man turned back to Qi Qi Xinyue:

"Xinyue, you should know we could take you away by force, but I, Zhi Qi, will not, because I respect your choice.

If today only I had come, I would even pretend nothing had happened. The truth is, the moment I leave, powerful divine-clan experts will rush over and take you away.

As for the friends around you, I fear not one of them would survive—their way of doing things is not like mine."

Qi Qi Xinyue gripped Ding Huan's arm tightly; she too knew these words were true.

Back then her master had hinted at this to her; she had been too young to fully understand, but now she did.

"Senior, if you want me to go with you, that is fine, but Big Brother Ding Huan must come with me."

Qi Qi Xinyue had made up her mind.

She understood this could not be swayed by her own will.

Zhi Qi said with a bitter smile:

"Xinyue, you are only harming him this way. The divine clan does not permit any outsider to enter—otherwise, death.

In truth I can understand how you feel. If I could, I would let you and your friend go to the divine clan together. Unfortunately, I cannot call the shots."

After saying this, he sent another voice transmission to Qi Qi Xinyue:

"Xinyue, never mention again that Ding Huan is your husband—otherwise it will only make your friend die faster.

It's fortunate that was just angry talk. If your divine-clan body were defiled by a human ant, do you know what the consequences would be?

It would not only mean you dying without a burial place; your friend would die in a burial place as well."

What puzzled Ding Huan was that although his cultivation was clearly far below that of this divine-clan middle-aged man, the other's voice transmission fell word for word into his ears.

That was absolutely impossible.

Knowing there was no room to turn things around, Ding Huan said to Zhi Qi:

"Senior, could you give me a little time? I want to speak a few words alone with Xinyue."

"No." Before Zhi Qi could answer, the young woman at the side cut in.

Zhi Qi did not answer Ding Huan directly, but instead said to the rest of the people in the Rest House:

"There is nothing more for any of you here. Please go about your business."

All the uneasy people rushed wildly out of the Rest House, terrified that if they ran too slowly they would be killed by Zhi Qi on a whim.

Even the heavily wounded monk, the Skinny Monkey, and that man stumbled along with the crowd and fled out of the Rest House.

After everyone had left, Zhi Qi finally said to Ding Huan:

"I can see you treat Xinyue very well, but this matter cannot be changed by personal will. I'll give you a few breaths of time—go and say your goodbyes."

After saying this, Ding Huan actually received another voice transmission from Zhi Qi:

"Back then I was just like you. I was unwilling to give up on a woman of the human race, and the result was that the one I loved was killed by a divine-race powerhouse just like that. And your situation is even more serious than mine was back then.

If one day you have the ability, you can go to the divine race and find Xinyue at any time. If you never have the ability, then finding Xinyue has no meaning at all—it would only harm her.

I could even help you bring Xinyue to the Dao Cultivation World right now, and then you could reunite in the Dao Cultivation World, but that would only harm you. Sigh!

Remember, the entrance to the divine race is at Heartbreak Cliff. Don't tell anyone this. Also, don't leave Hecheng within half a month—the people around me will kill you and your friends. After half a month, I will take them away.

So you don't need to worry about Xinyue; she will obtain supreme resources. As for yourself, hurry to the Dao Cultivation World. This is all I can help you with; everything else depends on you.

Don't ask me why, because I trust my own eyes."