558: A Tian

The Disciples of Tianyin Holy Land felt confused when they saw the letter written by Qing Xuanyin, but they didn't dare to say much.

After all, this was Qing Xuanyin's own decision, and these Disciples dared not question her.

Watching the people of Tianyin Holy Land leave, Qing Xuanyin felt very uneasy.

This meant that she had truly become Su Xuan's lamb to be slaughtered during this period.

"What's wrong? Scared? You weren't like this before!"

Su Xuan looked at Qing Xuanyin, who was staring intently at the departing people of Tianyin Holy Land, and teased her.

"I… I didn't… I wasn't scared!"

Hearing Su Xuan's playful gaze, Qing Xuanyin immediately became anxious.

"Alright, alright, I know you weren't!"

Su Xuan was uncharacteristically gentle for a moment.

"Alright, alright, you don't need to worry too much. I won't do anything to you. On the contrary, this matter will actually be good for you!"

Su Xuan said with a smile.

"Good for me? What good for me?"

Qing Xuanyin obviously didn't believe Su Xuan's words. After all, she had been severely beaten by Su Xuan, so what good could there be?

Was the good to be beaten by Su Xuan every day? If so, what kind of good was that!

"You targeted Mo Li before because of the Cultivation Technique you Cultivate, right? The Cultivation Technique you Cultivate requires the assistance of other women, which is why you set your sights on Mo Li!"

"Now, I'm giving you this opportunity. I happen to have a bunch of exceptionally talented individuals in my harem. Perhaps you might just find someone even better than Mo Li?"

Hearing Su Xuan's words, Qing Xuanyin was stunned.

It seemed that Su Xuan made sense! The Cultivation Technique she Cultivated happened to require these things, so in that case, being with Su Xuan actually seemed to have some benefits!

Seeing Qing Xuanyin's wavering expression, Su Xuan smiled.

"Don't get happy too soon. To accomplish this, we still need to be a family!"

"They are all my women, so they naturally stand with me. If they knew you tried to kill me before, what would they think?"

"So, you should think carefully about how to please me during this time!"

"If you make me happy, then this matter will be easily resolved!"

Qing Xuanyin's cheeks flushed instantly, her fingertips gripping her skirt, twisting it into several creases. She bit her lower lip, her eyes full of struggle.

On one hand, she needed Su Xuan's help. On the other hand, she didn't really want to be with Su Xuan…

After all, Su Xuan was too violent, and she was a bit outmatched. But to improve her Cultivation Technique, she had to please Su Xuan.

This put Qing Xuanyin in a dilemma.

Seeing Qing Xuanyin waver, Su Xuan smiled slightly. His goal had been achieved, the seed had been planted, and he just waited for it to slowly sprout.

"I've said so much, but I won't force you. Whether you do it or not is entirely up to you!"

"You don't have to do it, but if you do, don't be as timid as before, making it seem like I threatened you!"

"If it's like before, I won't be happy!"

Su Xuan said with a smile.

"Alright, it's getting late. I have to go. You think about it carefully. Now, come up!"

Su Xuan invited Qing Xuanyin to sit on his Flying Sword.

Qing Xuanyin thought for a moment, and finally sat behind Su Xuan, because she currently had no spiritual power and could only hold onto Su Xuan.

"Quite sturdy!"

Su Xuan moved slightly, then left the Demon Cave with Qing Xuanyin.

…

On the other side, Night Luo, carrying Evil Soul Heaven, finally left the Demon Cave after some fighting.

Looking at the scene of dead people, for some reason, Evil Soul Heaven felt no emotion in his heart.

His gaze was cold, so cold that he seemed like just a Puppet.

"Do you have a name?"

After dealing with the pursuers, Night Luo came before Evil Soul Heaven.

She was also surprised why Evil Soul Heaven showed no fear at this sight!

One must know, that was murder! The first time she killed someone, she was also incredibly scared.

Hearing this, Evil Soul Heaven shook his head.

Seeing this, Night Luo immediately breathed a sigh of relief. From this perspective, Evil Soul Heaven's personality had truly fallen into a deep sleep.

She was afraid that he would suddenly tell her that he was called Evil Soul Heaven!

"It seems that he didn't feel scared by these scenes, perhaps also because this body itself has experienced a lot of slaughter!"

Night Luo thought to herself.

Otherwise, it would be too strange for a child not to be scared at the sight of splashing blood.

"Since you don't have a name, how about big sister gives you one?"

Night Luo spoke like she was coaxing a child.

Calling herself 'big sister', Night Luo felt a little embarrassed. According to Evil Soul Heaven, he had lived for tens of thousands of years.

She was only over three hundred years old. Although that age could also be considered an ancestor, in front of Evil Soul Heaven, she was still just a child!

Hearing this, Evil Soul Heaven nodded, looking at Night Luo with curiosity.

"Then I'll call you A Tian, how about that?"

Night Luo didn't know what name to choose. She was completely unskilled at this sort of thing.

So, she just picked a relatively pleasant-sounding one from 'Evil Soul Heaven'.

Hearing this, A Tian's face immediately broke into a smile. It was clear that he was somewhat satisfied with his name.

Seeing this, Night Luo felt a little proud.

"What! It seems my naming skills aren't so bad after all, otherwise, he wouldn't be smiling like this!"

Night Luo smiled proudly.

"By the way, can you speak? Can you say something for big sister to hear?"

Night Luo looked expectant.

A Tian opened his mouth, his tongue pressing against his lower lip, trying several times, but he couldn't even make a simple sound.

His throat felt like it was blocked with dry cotton, making his small face flush red, and his originally bright eyes slowly became misty.

Before Night Luo could speak again, A Tian suddenly clutched his head, his body swaying violently, and faint groans of pain squeezed out from his throat.

Cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and through the gaps in his fingers, one could see his veins throbbing slightly, as if countless fine needles were repeatedly pricking his temples.

Fragmented images flashed wildly in his mind: a scarlet altar, the figures of old friends, playing on a loop like a carousel.

"A Tian! A Tian, what's wrong with you?"

Night Luo panicked, quickly reaching out to support his weakening body. Her fingertips touched his skin, which was abnormally hot.

A Tian suddenly clutched Night Luo's sleeve with a strength unbefitting a child, his knuckles turning white.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Night Luo hadn't expected that she just wanted to see if A Tian could speak, and suddenly it turned into this situation. What could she do?