610: Chapter 606 Able to bend and stretch

Qin Feng knew clearly in his heart that his life, his hands, and this chance to continue protecting his young master were all given by the mysterious powerhouse before him.

He had no way to repay him except by offering his life in return.

Murong Gu looked at him and nodded slightly.

He happened to need such a loyal confidant who had also undergone a trial of life and death.

His Foundation did not lie in this secular world, but in that more ancient, more eerie, and more vast Blood Realm.

The Blood Realm was vast with complex factions; being away for years at a time, he needed an absolutely reliable person to handle affairs within the Blood Realm, guard the entrance, and pass on messages.

Qin Feng was loyal, unafraid of death, and utterly devoted to Xuanyuan Yao, making him the most suitable candidate.

“Rise,” Murong Gu spoke indifferently. “There is no need to be a slave. From this day forward, you shall be my personal guard to protect Xuanyuan Yao. I shall impart to you the Great Cultivation Method of the Blood Realm.”

Qin Feng's body shook as wild joy surged in his heart. He kowtowed heavily once more. “Your subordinate obeys! I swear to never fail Senior's trust, even unto death!”

From then on, Qin Feng remained at the Falling Snow Pavilion.

Day and night, he stood guard outside Xuanyuan Yao's residence, never leaving his side, like the most loyal guardian deity.

Murong Gu also kept his promise, frequently guiding his cultivation and teaching him supreme techniques from the Blood Realm.

Qin Feng was originally at the Late Nascent Soul Stage with a solid Foundation. With the addition of such supreme Cultivation Techniques, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and he showed faint signs of touching the threshold of Soul Transformation.

Every once in a while, Murong Gu would leave the Falling Snow Pavilion and return to the Blood Realm.

In a hidden spot on the back mountain of the Falling Snow Pavilion, Murong Gu pointed a single finger, and a massive rift suddenly tore open in the Void Realm.

Within the rift, a blood-colored, ancient, and vast world with overwhelming pressure slowly revealed itself.

The gate of the blood realm opened.

In that instant, a terrifying aura far exceeding any Spiritual Qi or energy of this world rushed toward them.

Ancient, domineering, pure, and violent.

To others, this aura was merely eerie and powerful.

But to Xuanyuan Yao—

It was simply the most delicious, most craved, and most peerless tonic that could allow him to quickly recover his cultivation!

The moment his suppressed, powerful Divine Soul sensed the energy of the Blood Realm, it stirred frantically!

It was a craving from the depths of his Soul, a resonance from the Dao of a higher Universe!

As long as he was given a tiny bit of the Blood Realm's Origin energy, he could quickly loosen the suppression of this world and rapidly gather power!

But right now...

He was just an infant who even found it difficult to roll over.

Xuanyuan Yao stared longingly at the open gate of the blood realm, sensing the terrifying energy inside that made his mouth water. His little mouth puckered, his eyes reddened, and his small nose twitched.

“Waaah—!!

Waaah-aaaah—!!”

He burst into tears on the spot, crying heart-wrenchingly and earth-shatteringly, making the entire Falling Snow Pavilion tremble.

His short legs kicked wildly in the air, his small hands flailed about, and he even drooled from crying, his face practically saying, 'I'm so greedy, I want to go so bad, I'm so aggrieved.'

Murong Xue was flustered by his crying and hurriedly patted him gently, soothing him softly, “Don't cry, don't cry, Yao'er be good, what's wrong...”

Murong Gu looked back at the red-faced infant and slightly raised an eyebrow.

He sensed that this infant seemed to desperately crave going to the Blood Realm.

Interesting!

The people of the world all feared the ferocity and eeriness of the Blood Realm; even top Cultivators avoided it at all costs. Yet this little fellow who had just been born not long ago not only didn't fear it, but was actually drooling with greed. His pair of pitch-black little eyes stared fixedly at the gate of the blood realm, his urgency and desire completely undisguised.

“Could it be that he was destined for the Blood Realm from the start?”

He turned to look at Murong Xue, who was softly comforting Xuanyuan Yao. “Aunt Xue, I need to return to the Blood Realm for a period of secluded cultivation.”

A flash of disappointment crossed Murong Xue's eyes. “Alright, then you be careful.”

Murong Gu said, “I see that this child seems exceptionally interested in the Blood Realm. For this seclusion, leave the child to me.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the softness on Murong Xue's face faded, replaced by worry. “But the child is still so small, his frame is still fragile. The Blood Realm is full of malevolence and violent energy; won't it affect him? What if...”

Murong Gu's tone was firm. “Rest assured. I am the Lord of the Blood Realm; everything in the Blood Realm is under my control. I will set up a barrier to isolate the malevolence and protect him. I will never let him come to any harm.”

Murong Xue was silent for a moment before nodding gently. “Very well... you must take good care of our child.”

As those words fell, the word 'our' seemed to have slipped out unintentionally. Murong Xue only then reacted, and a faint blush instantly bloomed on her cheeks like red plums blossoming in the snow, shy and moving.

She quickly lowered her head to avoid Murong Gu's gaze.

Murong Gu was also taken aback. Then, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, and his usually iron-cold face actually took on a hint of warmth.

He looked at Murong Xue's shy appearance and spoke in a gentle tone, “Rest assured, I will take good care of him. You must take care of yourself as well.”

...

Eighteen years passed like a fleeting white horse. The infant who once cried for the Blood Realm's energy while being fed in swaddling clothes had now grown into a tall, handsome youth with striking features.

Xuanyuan Yao leaned against a cedar tree, his moon-white brocade robe accentuating his elegant figure. His features possessed both the cold purity of Murong Xue and the sharp edge of Murong Gu. However, in those pitch-black eyes, a flash of craftiness and depth inconsistent with his age often flickered—it was the Divine Soul of Prince Xuanyuan of the Lingxu Universe, settled over eons and hidden within this eighteen-year-old Physical Body, having long since etched the words 'able to stoop and stand tall' into his very bones.

“Father! Mother! You're finally back!” Seeing two figures walking from the direction of the mountain gate, Xuanyuan Yao instantly retracted his aura of aloofness. A clever and pleasing smile appeared on his face as he ran over in a few steps, familiarly taking Murong Gu's arm while leaning slightly against Murong Xue's sleeve, his tone incredibly affectionate.

Murong Gu's body carried the crimson malevolence of the Blood Realm, but the moment he touched Xuanyuan Yao, all the coldness and killing intent vanished completely. An imperceptible softness appeared in his eyes as he raised a hand to rub the top of the boy's head, his tone carrying a bit of doting, “Slacking off again? How is your practice of the Blood Realm secret methods going today?”

Murong Xue smiled and pulled Xuanyuan Yao's hand, her fingertips brushing away the snow dust on his cuff as she said softly, “Yao'er, it's cold. Don't always stand out in the wind. Mother has brewed the Spiritual Ginseng Soup you like; come back and warm your body.”

Such a scene of mutual love was all part of Xuanyuan Yao's “deliberate actions.”

As the supreme Crown Prince of the Lingxu Universe, he once ruled over the starry rivers and looked down upon all races. How proud and noble he had been. But now, living under someone else's roof with a weak Physical Body, if he wanted to quickly recover his cultivation and construct his internal world, he had to obtain the full support of Murong Gu and Murong Xue.