"Really?"
Demon Mother Su Yao stared at Song Yan, her eyes glinting with a secretive eagerness.
Song Yan sighed and said, "No."
Demon Mother Su Yao playfully hit him, saying, "Bad guy!"
Song Yan gazed at the weak point of the black heart and suddenly said, "Wife, I might not be able to pierce it alone. If I fail, I’ll run to the edge of the Sea of Suffering, and you’ll have to return to the sea.
If the Insect King or Elephant Emperor come to capture us, we’ll have to fight to the death, but no matter what, it’ll be like drawing water with a bamboo basket—a complete waste, with nothing gained.
This time, you can’t hold back."
Demon Mother Su Yao fell silent.
Song Yan suddenly said, "This place is the tomb of the Lingbo Ancient Race. You have some connection with them, wife. Is it possible... you’ve already inherited the vast legacy of the Lingbo Ancient Race? Tsk, tsk, eight thousand years of heritage, quite substantial."
Demon Mother Su Yao raised her pale fingers, tapping Song Yan’s forehead, and said, "Bad guy, always scheming against me, wanting to take away every little thing I have."
Song Yan’s pupils slightly constricted.
He was merely testing her.
However, Demon Mother Su Yao firmly affirmed his judgment, causing him to be increasingly cautious at heart.
The reason the Nine-Child Demon Mother chose "Su Yao," a Middle Stage of Crimson Palace cultivator, as the host was one due to some causal connection between them; second, because the host is indeed from the Lingbo Ancient Race and can reasonably inherit and utilize the Lingbo Ancient Race’s eight-thousand-year heritage; third... perhaps the host can even restore the Lingbo Ancient Race’s innate Divine Soul talent.
So, Su Yao made an excellent host.
But this host was still inferior to him.
Once he sorted everything out, Song Yan said, "When we’re at the end of the Tumor Realm, we’ll also need to find a way to hide. After piercing the black heart, we’ll need to quickly escape.
But achieving all this in front of the Insect King and Elephant Emperor won’t be easy. Wife, if you have any techniques, use them now, don’t hide."
Demon Mother Su Yao contemplated for a moment, nodded, and then jumped out of Song Yan’s embrace, saying, "Husband, weren’t you planning to break through to the Late Stage of the Purple Mansion? Then do it quickly here; I’ll protect you."
Song Yan gave her a long look and said, "The Late Stage of the Purple Mansion requires a minor Celestial Tribulation; if it destroys this place, it wouldn’t be good. I need to go outside to endure it."
"With me here, why should husband worry?" Demon Mother Su Yao pouted dejectedly, hurt, "Could it be husband doesn’t trust me?"
The air suddenly became quiet.
In the matte dark frost Secret Realm, both exchanged inscrutable glances, allies yet always plotting against each other.
In a short while...
Song Yan gently appeased her, "Alright, alright, I’ll do as you say."
Demon Mother Su Yao exclaimed happily, "Great, husband. I knew you cared for me."
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