Chapter 989: I Floated You

Yan Xirou frowned and thought carefully for a while.

If what they said is true, that is not impossible, after all events would not coincidentally line up like this.

"Those two are here not only to avoid enemies, but also to probe the location of Master Huang Song's tomb?"

"Indeed."

Zhou Yun nodded: "We heard that Master Huang Song once cultivated near Lin Shan Cheng for a period, we visited his remaining cave dwelling but found no clues. However, according to that mysterious sect cultivator, Huang Song's tomb is not far from here; we have already fixed the direction!"

Yan Xirou nodded: "Very well, if the two Daoist friends need me to act, just say so."

"Alright! Since that's the case, we will return in a few days; Daoist Yan, use these days to recuperate, be at ease. This house is merely our temporary lodging; in a few days we will invite Daoist Yan to our true gathering place."

"No problem."

After the two left.

Han Wuxian, who had been silent, could no longer hold back and asked: "Miss, are those two senior sisters of yours trustworthy?"

"They may act a bit reckless, but they are not without enemies; they wouldn't plot against us at this critical moment."

Han Wuxian, hearing her say that, naturally did not ask further. He looked around and said: "The house has good feng shui; seems the former owner understood it as well."

So that's it....

Yan Xirou walked into the courtyard and saw the marks she had carved on the rockery in childhood, which she had used to measure her height.

At the rockery, Yan Xirou brushed her hand, but only felt a handful of ash.

The clapper drum was gone.....

She walked forward to the main house. Yan Xirou became momentarily dazed, as if she had returned six hundred years ago, seeing a middle‑aged man, both familiar and strange, discussing business with merchants inside, and when he saw her shaking the clapper drum, he lovingly lifted her up...

"Father....."

Han Wuxian saw Yan Xirou's daze and guessed: "Miss Yan, is this house related to you?"

"This place..... was once my home."

"Oh, I see."

Han Wuxian nodded, surprised that the house was Yan Xirou's old home; after several hundred years, he hadn't expected it to remain so intact.

Yan Xirou naturally noticed that many things in the house differed from her memories; she was no longer the naive girl of six hundred years ago.

But the deeper Yan Xirou walked, her body began to tremble involuntarily.

She was terrified, she was confused.

He did not understand why her father had done that back then—was it merely for the family business?

Later, when she inquired, she learned that her father had sold the family assets and vanished without a trace.

These years, Yan Xirou had been intent on tracking her father's whereabouts; her intuition told her he was not dead, and that a hundred or so years ago she felt a sudden impulse, as if her father were calling her.

She was both shocked and fearful; she wanted to find him, yet dreaded seeing him again.

These tangled emotions caused the cultivation method Yan Xirou was practicing to go chaotic in an instant!

Puff!

"Hey! Miss Yan? Miss Yan, what's wrong?" Han Wuxian widened his eyes, watching Yan Xirou suddenly spew blood, thinking her previous injury had relapsed.

Yan Xirou fell to her knees, staring at the ground, blood continuously streaming from her mouth and nose.

At the same time, her skin turned increasingly red, like a boiled giant shrimp.

Han Wuxian was about to step forward to check, when Yan Xirou stared and said, "Don't come over!"

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"You... you hurry and go to the street... find ten men and bring them!" Yan Xirou said through clenched teeth.

?!

Han Wuxian was stunned: "Why find men? You....."

"The cultivation method I practice... has gone berserk... now needs....."

Han Wuxian, after hearing, was instantly stunned.

"So you are the one who practices this technique?"

Han Wuxian's face turned sour, not because he had any feeling for Yan Xirou, but because he knew that once a seductive cultivation method goes berserk and backfires, achieving yin‑yang balance becomes far from simple.

Yan Xirou seemed to have dealt with this many times, yet Han Wuxian still asked: "What happens to those mortals after you use them?"

"They will naturally die, but I will find their families... leave them some money."

Yan Xirou's expression was off; she swayed and stood: "Go quickly! Do you intend to help me?"

"This... it's my first time..." Han Wuxian felt uneasy, but his mind suddenly became tangled, not knowing what to do.

From his point of view, he still regarded mortals as humans, and could not, because of this, help Yan Xirou capture people for her use.

"Then if that's impossible, shall I give you a hand?"

Yan Xirou inhaled deeply, took out a storage pouch and tossed it onto Han Wuxian's chest: "Consider me having floated you."

?!

Two days later.

Han Wuxian dressed, got out of bed, and, hand on his waist, watched Yan Xirou sitting in meditation nearby.

Suddenly, Yan Xirou's entire aura surged, and Han Wuxian was startled: "Did she breakthrough?!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Xirou achieved a breakthrough in this short span, seemingly integrating the Nascent Soul‑stage technique she had learned into her own system, advancing to the later stage of Nascent Soul!

"You go out first."

"Okay."

After dressing, Yan Xirou came out and looked at Han Wuxian sitting on the steps.

"Miss, you this...."

"What? Shouldn't you have guessed? Do you secretly look down on me and can't say it?" Yan Xirou said expressionlessly.

"This… that's not really the case. Cultivation, after all, can be understood."

Han Wuxian said awkwardly, for after all the events of the past two days were too much for his back to bear, but he also knew he had to respect personal choices.

And Yan Xirou had saved his life; for that single reason Han Wuxian could not claim to look down on her.

In the cultivation world, strength is paramount; how do you judge where her strength comes from?

"I just think you aren't like those two senior sisters of yours," Han Wuxian said.

Yan Xirou's eyes flickered, and standing behind him she asked, "Why?"

"Perhaps… it's just a feeling. It seems you're forced onto this path, not of your own willing."

Yan Xirou smiled, "I am willing. For someone like me, with no power or status, back then to set foot in the cultivation world…"

"I understand; everyone has difficult times," Han Wuxian stood up, turned and smiled, "Miss Yan, you might as well look forward."

Yan Xirou's cultivated technique can perceive a person's emotional changes to the greatest extent; just now she even employed a divine ability to observe Han Wuxian.

But she… did not see pity or sympathy, nor feel disgust or lust; instead she saw a warm beam of light.

Yan Xirou lowered her head and said, "Thank you."

He said no falsehoods; that alone was enough.