Chapter 679 556: I, Pei Yuhang, Will Take Care of Her for a Lifetime

The moment Ji Shenyun stepped out of the secret chamber, she was surrounded by a group of breathtakingly beautiful women.

A rich, fragrant breeze washed over her, and the various colorful skirts swayed like a field of blooming flowers, making her narrow her eyes slightly.

"Ji Shenyun...! How is Master? Is he okay?"

"Elder Ji, how is Brother Pei?"

Pei Yuhang's first love, lovers, disciples, and senior and junior sisters all chattered at once as they surged forward, completely hemming Ji Shenyun in.

The chirping, melodious voices buzzed in her ears, and waves of warm, fragrant air brushed against her cheeks.

This caused a layer of frost to instantly cover Ji Shenyun's cold, beautiful face.

'These women... How are they not afraid of my imperial presence? How dare they be so brazen!'

Her hands, hidden within her wide sleeves, quietly clenched into fists. A flare of irritation rose from the bottom of her heart, making her instinctively want to release her Suppression and blast away all these impertinent women—

The next moment, however, her gaze swept over the worried faces of Qing Yueqiu, Lin Qianyan, and the others, and the Evil Qi gathering at her fingertips faltered slightly.

'Forget it. If I hurt them, Pei Yuhang... will surely be displeased with me.'

Even she herself hadn't noticed when it had started, but she, the Asura Empress who looked down upon the world, had begun to cautiously care about a man's every mood.

Ji Shenyun took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed her anger, and turned her head to the side, explaining coolly:

"Pei Yuhang is fine, but the beauty who was with him is in trouble... He's currently creating a new body for her from a lotus root and told me to have you all wait a few more days."

"Really? Elder Ji, could you please tell us what happened?"

Lin Qianyan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Brother Pei was unharmed.

But when she heard that Shang Miaoyan was in trouble, she grew tense again. She asked politely, wanting to know what had happened after she and Junior Sister Nangong were sent away from the battlefield by Brother Pei.

This time, Ji Shenyun didn't put on airs. She patiently began to recount the events inside the hall.

Upon hearing that Shang Miaoyan had decisively self-detonated her physical body, everyone present was shocked, their expressions varied. None of them had expected Shang Miaoyan to go so far.

Qing Yueqiu and Yu Xiaoyan, who knew that Shang Miaoyan had repeatedly dominated and bullied their Master in the past, felt particularly conflicted at this moment.

The enemy who had bullied and dominated their Master, and the savior who had rescued him—these two contradictory identities now overlapped in Shang Miaoyan, leaving the two disciples silent for a moment before they finally sighed.

"Even we don't know what to think of Shang Miaoyan anymore. Master must be feeling even more conflicted..."

Qing Yueqiu glanced at the tightly shut doors of the hall, her crimson eyes filled with worry.

Meanwhile, Ji Shenyun explained everything she knew, aside from the truth about Di Jun.

After she finished speaking, she strode away, off to explore some other ancient part of the Abyssal Sea Palace.

As for Ji Xichan, she had recovered her health after several days of rest and could now use her "key" ability again.

At Lin Qianyan and Lu Ruoxi's suggestion, the group decided to first send the surviving Cultivators out of the Abyssal Sea Palace. Once it was empty, they would wait for Pei Yuhang to emerge from his seclusion.

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「Several days later.」

In the great hall where the God King's Remains were located.

Pei Yuhang exhaled a long, turbid breath. When he opened his eyes again, a lovely, exquisitely carved baby girl lay before him.

Shang Miaoyan's Nascent Soul was too weak and incomplete. Creating an adult body identical to her old one was unrealistic; a forced fusion like that would most likely fail.

Pei Yuhang could only settle for the next best thing: creating a lotus root body of a baby girl. This would be much easier for Shang Miaoyan's Nascent Soul to control.

"Shang Miaoyan..." he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I went through so much trouble to help you. You have to succeed..."

His fingertips trembled as a strand of purplish-red light floated up from his Dantian and slowly entered the baby's chest.

Time seemed to stand still. Pei Yuhang stared intently at the tiny face, his heart pounding against his ribs like a drum as cold sweat silently soaked his back.

'Why isn't there any reaction? Did it fail?'

'Or is the legend that the Rebirth Lotus Root can bring people back from the dead false...?'

Unwilling to give up, Pei Yuhang bit his finger and was about to place it in the baby's mouth.

He wanted to try stimulating her with his life-filled Pure Yang Essence Blood.

'The legend is fake? All my efforts were in vain? There's no way I can accept that!'

"WAAH... WAAAH WAAAH..."

As if stimulated by the scent of blood, before Pei Yuhang's bleeding finger could even get close, the baby girl suddenly began to squirm, letting out a faint but clear cry.

Pei Yuhang jolted. An instant later, a tidal wave of ecstasy washed over him, almost drowning him.

"It worked...!"

He fumbled to pick up the child, but she only cried harder, her little face turning bright red as her soft hands pushed randomly at his chest.

"There, there, Shang Miaoyan, don't cry, don't cry..."

He clumsily patted her back, but it did nothing to stop her crying. In fact, it only made her squirm more intensely.

Beads of sweat formed on Pei Yuhang's forehead. Suddenly, a slender figure flashed through his mind—

'Qianqian! That's right, in that Illusion Realm, we had a child... She must know how to take care of a baby!'

Without hesitation, Pei Yuhang picked up the incessantly crying baby and rushed out of the hall.

Fortunately, Qianqian and the others had been waiting by the door ever since Pei Yuhang went into seclusion.

The moment Pei Yuhang opened the door, they all gathered around.

When their eyes fell on the small, sobbing figure in his arms, everyone's faces lit up.

"Heavens, what a tiny baby... Is this the Holy Daughter?" The moment she saw the Young Saintess, Fan Xuan's gaze became filled with adoration.

"Can I touch her little face?" Lu Ruoxi asked, carefully extending a finger, her eyes shining.

"Let me kick her little butt! Serves her right for always bullying me before!"

"WAAAH WAAAH WAAAH..."

Yu Xiaoyan and Ji Xichan grinned and leaned in closer, scaring Little Shang Miaoyan into crying even louder. In the end, Pei Yuhang had to turn sideways to block them with a helpless look on his face.

He walked straight to Lin Qianyan and almost desperately placed the child in her arms. "Qianqian, can you help me calm her down?"

Lin Qianyan was slightly taken aback. She looked down at the pitifully crying baby in her arms, and her gaze unconsciously softened.

She nodded gently, skillfully adjusting the baby into a comfortable position, and began to hum a vague but gentle tune.

Miraculously, the crying gradually subsided.

Little Shang Miaoyan blinked her large, wet eyes, curiously studying the gentle face before her. She smacked her little lips and finally quieted down.

Qing Yueqiu and Lu Ruoxi couldn't help but gather around, lightly tickling her soft little hands with their fingertips, soft smiles gracing their lips.

Only Fan Xuan approached Pei Yuhang with a hint of worry, asking softly:

"Has the Holy Daughter completely lost her memories?"

Pei Yuhang was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Her Nascent Soul was too heavily injured, and she lost all her Cultivation. It's a miracle she even survived. As for her past life's memories, we can only see if there's a chance for them to return in the future..."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xuan's eyes dimmed.

But Pei Yuhang's next words made her heart tremble.

"But no matter what, I, Pei Yuhang, will take care of her for the rest of her life."

"In this life, we will definitely not torture each other in a twisted, sick love. I will guide her onto the right path."

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Now that Pei Yuhang had come out of seclusion, there was naturally no reason for the group to remain here.

Ji Xichan gathered the power of the "key," summoning the phantom of a Divine Maiden behind her to open a gateway to the outside world.

"Master, aren't you going to say goodbye to her before we leave?"

Qing Yueqiu whispered as she walked beside Pei Yuhang.

Pei Yuhang chuckled and said, "I've already said my goodbyes to Ji Shenyun. Besides, she's not the sentimental type. If I made a special point to tell her we're leaving, she'd probably find it annoying.

Let's just leave like this."

"Okay."

As a dazzling ray of sunlight entered everyone's vision.

Ji Xichan, walking at the very front, was the first to breathe in the cool, moist sea breeze.

"We're back in the Endless Sea!"

Pei Yuhang looked down and saw an endless ocean stretching out below them. White clouds drifted by, and a gentle sea breeze blew. It was a scene of peace and tranquility, showing no trace that it was once the site of a great battle between Cultivators.

"The miasma and Demonic Qi of the Endless Sea are gone... Does this mean the Demon Race has been eradicated, and the natural environment here is repairing itself?"

A note of worry was evident in Pei Yuhang's voice.

"Then just how long has passed out here since we entered the Abyssal Sea Palace...?"

'Liyuan, is she okay?'

"Brother Pei, let's send a message to the Dao Sect first to let them know we've returned safely. That way, we can also find out how long we've been gone."

"Yes, that's a good idea."

Pei Yuhang, Lin Qianyan, and Fan Xuan all nodded.

Just as they were about to send a signal of their safe return to their respective Sect Sacred Lands...

WHOOSH—

A hurricane-force wind pressed down from above.

Pei Yuhang looked up to see the Cloud Sea above being parted by several warships.

Flying above them were the war banners of the Dao Sect, the Yin Yang Sacred Land, the Jade Pool Sacred Land, and other sects.

"Could it be that because we sent so many people out ahead of time, the Sect Leaders have been stationed here all along?"

Lin Qianyan said with a pleasant surprise, while Little Shang Miaoyan in her arms gurgled happily.

Saintess Lin, welcome back to the Jade Pool Sacred Land.

Several Fairies in white robes floated down to welcome Lin Qianyan.

At the same time, the Yin Yang Sacred Land and the Xuanyuan Dao Sect also sent people down to greet them.

But just as they drew near.

Pei Yuhang's gaze sharpened. The envoys before him grunted and fell onto the surface of the sea, dropping the Array Flags they had concealed in their hands.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Pei Yuhang frowned as he looked at the Barrier Array Flags floating on the sea.

Then, the voice of the Xuanyuan Dao Ancestor came from the sky.

Sword Immortal Pei, please do not worry. These Array Flags are merely a necessary measure to prevent you from leaving abruptly. You should be able to tell that there are no lethal Arrays within them.

"Taoist Lord, what is the meaning of this?"

As Pei Yuhang spoke, the women behind him silently tightened their grips on their weapons.

After facing so many life-and-death situations together, if they were forced to choose between their Sects and Pei Yuhang, they would choose the latter without a moment's hesitation!

Before the Xuanyuan Taoist Lord could respond, a veiled woman tore through the void and appeared before Pei Yuhang.

She was the Saint Master of the Yin Yang Sacred Land. It was said that if she removed her veil, even gods would be captivated by her beauty, but at this moment, her left sleeve was empty, fluttering in the sea breeze.

"We are naturally worried that you will leave here to reunite with that Demoness, Ye Liyuan."

"Demoness..."

Pei Yuhang felt a deep sense of discomfort hearing that term.

"Saint Master, I'd like a clear explanation for that remark."

"Hmph, an explanation? Right. After all, a full sixty years have passed since you entered the Abyssal Sea Palace. You still don't know about the 'good' deeds your Dao Companion has been up to."

Saint Master Yin touched her empty sleeve, her voice cold and sinister.