Chapter 241: Departure

"Husband, are you alright?"

Looking at Ao Yifan, Qingfeng and Mingyue immediately went up to meet him.

"I'm fine!"

Ao Yifan shook his head. Although, in Hou Tu Niangniang's view, he had expended a great deal, all his hard work was rewarded.

"Ding, congratulations host for successfully letting Hou Tu Niangniang bear offspring, reward: cultivation of five hundred thousand years, reward: advanced Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, Myriad Spirits Return-to-One Wheel!"

Checking the rewards in the system, Ao Yifan couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

With a vast accumulation of cultivation, Ao Yifan wasn't sure how far he still was from becoming a true sage; he only knew that his path of procreation had become far heavier than before, by an unknown multiple.

As for the so-called Myriad Spirits Return-to-One Wheel, its effect is even more heaven-defying.

This treasure can transform all things into the purest spiritual energy for one's own use.

This also means that Ao Yifan only needs to unleash the Myriad Spirits Return-to-One Wheel; all attacks will be transformed into nourishment for him, leaving him eternally invincible.

At this moment, Ao Yifan even felt the urge to storm the Nüwa Palace and exchange blows with a sage to test his current strength.

As for why it is the Nüwa Palace and not any of the other sages?

Simply because Ao Yifan has not forgotten the two humiliations inflicted by the Nüwa Sage; he constantly thinks of repaying them.

"Wait, just wait a bit longer, soon—when the time is ripe, I will surely storm the Nüwa Palace and take back everything I have lost; then, I will make that unparalleled Nüwa Sage give me…"

Just as Ao Yifan was plotting to storm the Nüwa Palace, suddenly he felt a chubby little hand reaching out toward him.

"Daddy!"

A tender voice came.

Ao Yifan looked over and saw, to his surprise, Huo Ling'er with a face full of grievance, on the verge of tears.

It was obvious that, just now, when Ao Yifan spaced out, he had slightly neglected this little one.

"Hehe, Ling'er doesn't cry, Daddy loves you!"

Ao Yifan reached out and took Huo Ling'er from Qingfeng's embrace.

Huo Ling'er, upon entering Ao Yifan's arms, instantly had her grievance vanish.

"Mother, are you alright?"

Daoist Lu Ya looked at his mother and always felt that there was a slight change in her compared to before.

"I'm fine, what about Ling'er?"

Xi He's mood was terribly bad, but just as she asked, she heard her obedient daughter's voice coming from afar.

Following the direction of the sound, the scene that troubled Xi He appeared before her eyes.

All she saw was her obedient daughter, at that moment, in that man's arms, calling him 'Daddy'.

If it were before, Xi He might have felt a little uneasy, but she would have thought it was just her daughter's innocent childish talk.

However, now hearing her obedient daughter call Ao Yifan 'Daddy' again, Xi He's feeling was no longer calm.

After all, she still had Ao Yifan's child in her belly.

If one were to be strict about it, her obedient daughter calling him 'Daddy' would not be wrong.

But, deep down, Xi He still had not accepted Ao Yifan.

"Ling'er, come back!"

Xi He flashed her figure and appeared before Ao Yifan and the others.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at Xi He with wariness, after all, they had witnessed the might of this ancient goddess.

Although she had been defeated by Hou Tu Niangniang, her strength was still quite terrifying.

"Mommy, I just want Daddy!"

Huo Ling'er pouted her little mouth and said.

"Be good, come back, this is not your Daddy!"

Xi He was in a foul mood, glared at Ao Yifan, and immediately took Huo Ling'er back.

As for that, Ao Yifan did not refuse either; after all, when the melon is ripe the stem falls, when the water reaches the channel it flows—he was not in a hurry.

"Let's go!"

At this moment, Xi He truly did not want to linger any longer in that place.

There was no way; this time leaving seclusion, the defeat was truly miserable.

After all, having put his whole self into it, how could it not be miserable?

Gazing at his mother's back, Lu Ya the Daoist opened his mouth.

He really wanted to say, his Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger hasn't been retrieved yet, and just leaving like this—isn't that a huge loss?

But Daoist Lu Ya could also feel his mother's suppressed anger, and dared not at this moment provoke her wrath.

Seeing Xi He depart, not far away, Hou Tu Niangniang also slowly put away her Six Paths Reincarnation Disk.

"Daoist friend Ao, you have worked hard this time; rest for a while, and after you recover, I will still need to trouble you to finish the unfinished agreement."

Hou Tu Niangniang said.

"Alright, I'll do my best!"

Ao Yifan said with an unwilling face: "By the way, have you thought of a name for the child? Do you need me to think of one?"

Upon hearing this, Hou Tu Niangniang's body paused slightly, but she shook her head and said: "This matter, no need to trouble you, Daoist friend."

Having said that, Hou Tu Niangniang, somewhat flustered, opened the Hell Passage and immediately jumped in.

"Heh, it seems she isn't as calm as she appears."

Watching the place where Hou Tu Niangniang disappeared, Ao Yifan curled the corner of his mouth into a faint smile.

Meanwhile, at the side, the silent Zhenyuanzi almost pulled out his own beard.

Simply because Ao Yifan's earlier words confirmed his speculation.

This Fellow Daoist Ao, you're truly amazing, even Fellow Daoist Hou Tu...

Immediately, Zhen Yuanzi also recalled the moment when Xi He left, gazing at Ao Yifan; he seemed to understand something.

From today onward, I am willing to call him, the strongest man in the Three Realms!

In his heart, Zhen Yuanzi gave Ao Yifan a very fair evaluation.

Mother, where are we going now?

Daoist Lu Ya asked carefully.

Go find your aunt!

Xi He said somewhat impatiently.

This time, upon leaving seclusion, so many things have happened; however, what Xi He most wants to know is, during his slumber, who exactly his sister brought into his Sun Star Palace.

Aunt! The Lord of the Yin Star!

Lu Ya Daoist's eyes brightened, somewhat excitedly he said: 'Mother, could it be that you intend to bring Aunt and once again assault Five Manor Temple? That's correct; if you and Aunt join forces and lay down the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation, I estimate that old fellow Zhen Yuanzi is not your match; at that time, we will certainly be able to take back the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!'

The more Lu Ya Daoist spoke, the more excited he became, completely failing to notice the fleeting flash of anger on his mother's face.

At this point, this foolish son still thinks about that broken flying knife!

Upon careful reflection, the root of it all is this foolish son's troublemaking.

If it weren't for his arrogance and his attack on Great Immortal Zhen Yuan, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife would not have fallen into the opponent's hands.

And I would not have left seclusion over this trivial matter, only to end up defeated by that woman Hou Tu.

Nor would I have been... by that man...

The more he thought, the angrier Xi He became; with a wave of his right hand, the next moment a fierce gust swept over and struck Lu Ya Daoist's head hard.

Struck and staggering, Lu Ya Daoist wore a look of grievance, not knowing where he had again angered his mother.

At this moment, Lu Ya Daoist somewhat missed those nine brothers who died tragically.

After all, when they were around, they could still help share the burden of his mother's wrath; now, only he bears it.