393: Chapter 393 The Oner Family

"Zhenzhen, if we had met sooner, would you have been willing to be with me and bear my children?"

"I would. Of course I would."

Tian Zhenzhen nodded hurriedly. To say she felt nothing for Lou Xiaoxing would be self-deception; who wouldn't have feelings for such an outstanding man?

She wasn't a twenty-year-old girl anymore, and her past experiences made her understand reality better. If they had met earlier—no, if she had known it would be like this, she should have agreed to Lou Xiaoxing's proposal before.

"Really?"

"You're willing to bear my children?"

"I am."

"Really?" Lou Xiaoxing said happily, appearing somewhat like a dying man's final flash of lucidity.

"Mm..."

Tian Zhenzhen replied in a sorrowful tone, her slender hand stained with blood as she stroked Lou Xiaoxing's face.

"Then while I still have a breath left, let's go to the bedroom."

"?"

Tian Zhenzhen was completely stunned. This man, even at death's door, was still thinking of such lewd things.

Xiao Weiqing, standing to the side, could no longer bear to watch.

"Alright, get up already. Things don't seem that simple; other civilized forces must have entered the ruins."

Xiao Weiqing shouted at Lou Xiaoxing. Lou Xiaoxing hadn't suffered any serious injuries at all; although he had lost a lot of blood, none of it was fatal.

Hearing this.

Tian Zhenzhen realized Lou Xiaoxing was faking it. She pushed him away, her face filled with shame and anger.

"Ow, my arm!"

Lou Xiaoxing's injuries indeed weren't fatal, but the wounds were real. The piercing wound in his arm had even shattered the bone; while it looked like a single wound on the outside, the bone inside was crushed and the muscle was mangled.

Even though he had already stepped into the Divine Body Realm, he couldn't recover instantly. It would likely take until tomorrow.

Seeing that Lou Xiaoxing didn't seem to be faking his pain, Tian Zhenzhen hesitated for a few seconds.

She stepped forward and picked Lou Xiaoxing up, just as he had carried her before, and the two of them walked into her room.

"I'll leave it to you."

Yin Wenzheng said. He endured his pain, walking step by step toward his room to heal.

"?"

Xiao Weiqing was utterly helpless. Were they all so carefree? Someone had attacked their doorstep, and they weren't worried at all.

In truth, the three of them really weren't worried.

With Xiao Weiqing there, it made no difference whether they were present or not. If there was an enemy Xiao Weiqing couldn't handle, the three of them might as well commit suicide; perhaps they could keep each other company on the road to the Yellow Springs.

After the three left.

Xiao Weiqing walked toward the woman.

"Who are you?"

"*&￥%!"

The woman snapped a rebuke.

Xiao Weiqing frowned. Every time he encountered people from other civilizations, there was one troublesome point: the language barrier. He checked his Wristband, but it hadn't translated it.

None of the language Systems recorded in the database applied to this woman.

"Since you've come here, why haven't you learned the language of the Blue Star?"

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Do you understand?"

*Slap~*

Xiao Weiqing delivered a slap, and half of the woman's face instantly swelled like a pig's head.

"@#!!"

The woman glared, snarling like a wild beast.

"Don't understand?"

*Slap~*

Another slap.

The woman's eyes were bloodthirsty, and her entire skin began to crystallize in spots due to her rage.

"Still don't understand?"

*Bam!*

Xiao Weiqing punched the woman's chest until it caved in, showing no intention of being tender toward the fair sex.

The woman didn't make a sound, only staring deathly at Xiao Weiqing.

If looks could kill, Xiao Weiqing estimated he would have died twice and still owed her another death.

"Name (Three-Star Language)?"

The woman did not answer.

"Name (Delta Language)?"

The woman still did not answer.

"Name (Yao Race Language)?"

The woman's expression changed slightly, her eyes narrowing, but she still didn't speak.

"It seems you understand the Yao Race Language." Xiao Weiqing captured this subtle change.

It made sense. The Yao Race was not only a massive power but also had a long history; many civilizations had come into contact with them, and quite a few people understood their language—like the previous Three Star Civilization and the Star Alliance people encountered in the Three-Star Civilization Ruins.

"Name, where do you come from?"

Seeing that the woman wouldn't answer, Xiao Weiqing lost his patience, and the thousand flame blade appeared in his hand.

Seemingly sensing Xiao Weiqing's killing intent, the woman finally spoke. Even as a servant, survival was an instinct.

"Miral, from the Aona Family, a first-class maid belonging to Aonaya Fang."

After she spoke, the pattern on her forehead glowed slightly.

Xiao Weiqing took a step back, pressing the tip of his blade against the woman's throat to prevent any sudden moves.

The pattern on Miral's forehead detached from her skin and hovered in mid-air; it was a Family crest.

"How did you get here? How many people are there?"

Miral said, "There are four of us in total. We were teleported here using coordinates left behind previously."

"Previous coordinates?"

"Correct. Many years ago, Young Master Asen accidentally entered these ruins. However, at that time, he did not have the strength to compete for the Divine Fire, so he withdrew."

"Why kill them?"

"Because this place belongs to the Incubation Ground of the Fifth Universe Civilization. According to the Universal Civilization Treaty, we are not allowed to enter. However, Young Master Yafang wants the Divine Fire. To prevent discovery, everyone inside the ruins must die."

"Fifth Universe Civilization?"

"Incubation Ground?"

This was the first time Xiao Weiqing had heard such terms. It seemed this Secret Realm No. 9 was indeed extraordinary.

"Where are the others?"

Just as Miral was about to answer, the Aona Family crest flashed with light in the next second.

"Miral, why have you summoned me?"

A man's voice came from the crest.

"Young Master Yafang, save—"

"Ugh..."

Before she could finish, Xiao Weiqing gripped the woman's neck with one hand.

"Who are you?"

The man's voice came from the crest again.

"And who are you? (Yao Race Language)" Xiao Weiqing asked.

"Yao Race?"

The man on the other end of the crest was somewhat surprised.

"Release Miral, and I will spare your life."

"Where are you?" Xiao Weiqing asked, his tone icy.

The hall fell into silence.

After a long while.

The man's voice rang out again. "How interesting."

His tone was playful, with a hint of mockery.

Then, the crest went silent.

Xiao Weiqing asked Miral, "Who is he?"

"Young Master Yafang of the Aona Family."

"What is his strength?"

"Young Master Yafang is an invincible existence of the Third Rank!" Miral's tone was filled with admiration and pride.

In the Blue Star's cultivation System, the First to Fourth Realms are considered the First Rank of universal civilization, the Fifth to Seventh Realms are the Second Rank, and the Seventh to Eighth Realms are the Third Rank.

In other words, the Young Master Yafang Miral spoke of was an invincible existence of the Eighth Realm.

Of course.

Actual strength was hard to say.

Xiao Weiqing couldn't judge if the woman was just a mindless fan of this so-called Young Master Yafang who exaggerated his strength, or if she was just a servant who didn't know his true power.

"Where is he?"

"And where did you enter from?"

Miral said, "I..."

"No!"

Suddenly.

Miral was terrified.

The Aona Family crest shattered and dissipated in mid-air.

As the crest shattered, Miral's aura instantly vanished, her Divine Soul dissipating without a sound.

"Dead?"