Chapter 401: Formal Inheritance, Qingping Changes Hands

"Unfilial disciple!"

The Heavenly Dao was enraged, thunder rolling and shaking Tang An's eardrums until they ached.

At the same time, the power of the thunder caused the blood in her body to surge. Yet, she stubbornly persisted, "You're wrong, it's 'unfilial grandson'!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Today, I'm going to be presumptuous to the end!" Tang An activated the Hunyuan Golden Dipper, absorbing the power of the Heavenly Punishment for her own use while resisting the pressure of the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao was truly angered, yet just as Tang An had said, it could not kill her at such a moment.

If Rulai were not dead, Tang An would have had no power to hold it back. But by taking Wutian's place in the tribulation and slaying Rulai, she now had the ability to wrestle with it.

It could no longer lead Tang An by the nose as it once had.

"The Great Dao misleads the Three Realms; Nuwa destroys all living things."

"How can someone who threatens the Heavenly Dao with the destruction of the Three Realms at every turn possibly protect them?"

After Hongjun finished these words, he vanished and returned to the void.

The thunderclouds in the sky ceased, and the clear sky returned.

Why did he leave so easily?

Because during the time Tang An had stalled, the Sect Leader Tongtian had already completed the final step of resurrecting Yaoji.

Now, Yaoji only needed to nourish her Primordial Spirit and new physical body within the Lotus Lantern for forty-nine days to return completely.

And for the Heavenly Realm, forty-nine days was but a matter of a few hours.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan could already sense Yaoji's aura; both wept with joy, their hands trembling.

"Second Brother, Second Brother."

"It's Mother, it's Mother's aura... Can you sense it? It really is Mother's aura."

Yang Chan wept happily, tugging at Yang Jian's hand and shaking it.

Yang Jian was equally moved, though he was better at steadying his emotions than Yang Chan.

"Yang Jian thanks Master and Master Ancestor Tongtian for the grace of recreating my mother."

Yang Chan hurried over and knelt down with him to offer thanks.

"Yang Chan also thanks Little Master and the Saint Tongtian for the great kindness shown to my Yang family."

"Thank you, truly thank you both." Yang Chan knocked her head against the ground, crying so hard she couldn't get up.

This was truly no ordinary favor; their mother, whom they had lost for so many years, had actually come back to life.

Seeing this, Tang An was genuinely happy for them from the bottom of her heart, and she was also truly envious.

If she had possessed such ability before, could she have saved her own mother as well?

"We're all family now, why perform such grand gestures?" Tang An walked over and helped Yang Jian and Yang Chan up.

"There are still forty-nine days until complete success; we must not be careless or lax."

As she spoke, Tang An looked at Sect Leader Tongtian, "Master, I will stay at Huashan to guard until Long Princess Yaoji wakes."

Sect Leader Tongtian nodded slightly and handed the Qingping Sword back to Tang An.

"Master knows that since you have collected three Innate Magic Treasures, you must have a plan in mind."

"From this day forward, the Qingping Sword is officially bestowed upon you."

Sect Leader Tongtian wiped away all his connections to Qingping and handed it to Tang An.

Tang An took the Qingping Sword, held it, and saluted, "Disciple will certainly not tarnish the prestige of my Jie Sect."

Sect Leader Tongtian nodded with great satisfaction, then vanished before them.

The following forty-nine days.

Tang An took Sun Wukong and the others and, within the Huashan barrier she had chosen, personally built a bamboo house that was both atmospheric and extremely elegant.

"No wonder everyone likes to live in seclusion once they reach a certain age and their bloodlines awaken."

"This sense of ambiance is truly unmatched."

The Jinbao Sword looked at the highly intoxicated Tang An, then looked at the bamboo shavings on its own body.

!!!!!

"Your master handed me over to you, and this is how you treat me, right?"

"And you talk about not tarnishing the Jie Sect's prestige! Huh? Who builds a house by chopping bamboo with the Qingping Sword, huh?"

"Answer me!"

Tang An felt her ears were uncomfortable from its shouting, so she disdainfully flicked it aside.

"Heh, you're even complaining now? Huh?"

"I, the dignified Qingping... Mmph! Mmph!!!"

Before it could finish speaking, its blade was thrust into a rock by Tang An.

"I was wondering what was missing; a piece of land was missing."

"What are you doing? What are you doing!"

"Clearing wasteland."

"What are you using to clear wasteland? You're using me, the dignified Qingping Sword, to clear wasteland!?"

"Otherwise? You're the most convenient."

"Convenient? Chopping bamboo and clearing wasteland is convenient? You are simply wasting a heavenly..."

No matter how much Jinbao shouted, Tang An acted as if she couldn't hear it.

Of course, she really couldn't hear it. Because she had unilaterally subjected the sword to the silent treatment, blocking it with her consciousness.

The poor Jinbao Sword, like a child having a breakdown, poked wildly at the ground.

The key was that it couldn't poke the wrong spot, and it couldn't poke too hard; it had to poke out a perfectly flat piece of terrain for her.

It, the dignified Qingping Sword, an Innate Magic Treasure, once so glorious! It had turned around and become the biggest beast of burden under her command!

Oh Heavens~ Oh Earth~

Tang An just watched quietly as the Jinbao Sword had its various breakdowns, then continued to direct it to clear the land.

If the sword is a beast of burden, then a beast of burden is an ox, and if it's an ox, it can be used; no problem there.

"Godmother~"

Chenxiang came over carrying a small basket, followed by a little dog. It was the spirit dog that Xiaotian Quan had picked up on the road of the Eighty-One Tribulations.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Tang An waved her hand, and the little dog ran happily toward her.

Although the dog was several years old, it still looked like a little puppy, having not changed much.

"Godmother, Mother asked me to call you to eat." Little Chenxiang wasn't very willing to come over.

Tang An looked at Chenxiang with a wicked smile, her lips twitching.

Chenxiang quickly reached out to cover Tang An's mouth, "Godmother, as long as you don't ask about homework, we are still good friends."

Tang An took down Chenxiang's little hand, "Then have you finished your homework?"

Three black lines fell on little Chenxiang's forehead; he let out a "Hmph" and turned his head away, ignoring Tang An with a haughty air.

Tang An asked the little dog again, "Wangcai, has he finished his homework?"

A large "rage" character appeared on little Chenxiang's forehead, "Its name is Mimi! Mimi! Mimi!"

Tang An let out a "Tsk," finding it very strange how a child with absolutely no blood relation to her had perfectly inherited her abstract nature.

Naming a dog Mimi, interesting.

But she felt that bullying a child was even more interesting.

"Mimi is a cat's name; the name I chose sounds better than yours."

"No, it's called Mimi."

"No, it's called Wangcai!"

A three-hundred-month-old child and a fifty-month-old child, head to head, neither willing to give an inch.

In the end, it was Yang Jian, looking helpless, who grabbed one in each hand and dragged them home to eat.

Forty-nine days, the final three days.

Little Chenxiang went to the bamboo house to find Tang An, intending to review his lessons. Yet, unknowingly, he arrived at the edge of the barrier.

A child about the same age as Chenxiang was waving at him from outside.

"Come out and play together~ Hurry up."

That child was holding a kickball, looking just like a child from an ordinary family.

But how could a child from an ordinary family appear outside the barrier and be able to see the people inside? ===== CHAPTER 402 =====