Chapter 497 - 497 Primordial Spirit as a Sword, Nothing That Can't Be Urged
497 Primordial Spirit as a Sword, Nothing That Can’t Be Urged
Elope.
A human girl wanted a tiger youth to elope with her.
On the hill, the young man from the Tiger Clan kept retreating, as if he had many concerns.
“Cui Cui, my father said that I would harm you by being together…” Shao Datian slapped the green rock on the hill, shattering it into pieces.
“What else can you do besides smashing rocks?” The girl turned her head and glared at him. Then she lowered her head. “My grandfather didn’t allow it either. That’s why I asked you to elope with me.”
A young man and a young woman with little experience were troubled by love.
Mu Wan reached out and grabbed Han Muye’s sleeve. She shook her head and gently retreated.
After leaving the mountain range, Mu Wan said in a low voice, “The Central Continent has conquered the Southern Wasteland and a large number of humans had emigrated there. I’m afraid there will be many such things in the future.”
At this point, she revealed a complicated expression. “Humans and demons intermarry. Not to mention the difficulty of having children, but the dangers…”
When humans and demons were united, the mother would basically be cut off from her inherited bloodline and turn into an ordinary demon beast if she was a demon.
Ordinary demon beasts were the lowest beings of the demon race.
Not only did they have low intelligence, but their chances of transforming were also extremely slim. They would be looked down upon by their race.
If his mother was a human, the outcome would be even more miserable once she gave birth.
The fetus in the womb would suck all the qi and blood power from its mother’s body and she would eventually die.
In the cultivation world, most of the cultivators who had truly united with the demons and had a perfect ending were great cultivators.
Such great cultivators’ strength was rich. It could lock one’s qi, blood, and soul and ensure the purity of one’s bloodline.
Of course, the price was probably extremely high.
Back then, in order to be together with Wen Mosheng, Bai Qingyu even cut off the condensed tail of the Heavenly Fox.
Fairy Peony had also made up her mind to marry the Mu family’s patriarch.
“Actually, it’s not impossible for demons and humans to intermarry. We can completely work from the bloodline.” Han Muye pondered for a moment and said in a low voice.
He was the owner of the Ten Thousand Demons Token and controlled the various bloodline inheritances of the ancient Desolate Galaxy.
The bloodline power of those divine beasts was so strong that it was difficult to pass down.
Many divine beasts would choose to temporarily seal their bloodlines in order to continue the inheritance. After their children were born, they would slowly awaken.
Most demons could not bear to awaken the bloodline of a divine beast.
This was also the reason why there would be more and more branches of the demon race in the future, and the powerful bloodline became thinner and thinner.
When Han Muye and Mu Wan returned to the camp, Xiao Chu and the Xiao family disciples had already returned from the banquet.
At this moment, the sky was already dark.
The caravan fleet set up eight tents on the field. Xiao Chu had one to himself, Han Muye and Mu Wan had one, and the other Xiao family disciples and caravan workers were squeezed into six tents.
There were more than 10 people squeezed into each tent, which made the Xiao family disciples a little dissatisfied. Some people muttered, but after being glared at by Xiao Chu, they had to obediently retreat into the tent.
In the tent, Han Muye and Mu Wan sat opposite each other.
For a moment, Mu Wan felt a little uneasy.
She recalled the sadness in her heart when she heard that Senior Brother Han could not return from the Southern Wasteland three years ago.
Great-Grandma, Fairy Peony, asked her if she would be like her and give up everything to follow Han Muye if he returned safely.
At that time, Mu Wan nodded firmly.
Seeing Han Muye return, her joy was indescribable.
Therefore, she could cast aside her reservations and accompany Han Muye to the Central Continent.
However, no matter how determined she was, she could not fight the awkwardness of sitting opposite him in the quiet tent.
She was at a loss.
Han Muye was also a little stunned.
If I had asked Junior Sister Mu Wan to stay at the Nine Mystic Mountain back then, perhaps our children would be the same age as Huang Zhihu now.
Sixth Brother is the shrewdest, he thought.
Shaking his head, Han Muye took out a book and laid it flat on the desk in front of him. Then his ink brush moved gently.
Confucianism could calm one’s mind and copying Confucian writings allowed one to slowly improve one’s state of mind.
Seeing that Han Muye was seriously copying the book, Mu Wan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She took out the Tiger Source Grass she had picked and cleaned them one by one, sealing them with spiritual energy.
Then she carefully handled the other spiritual herbs.
Some spiritual herbs still needed to be refined with a pill furnace to turn into medicinal liquid.
Mu Wan dealt with the spiritual herbs and immediately focused her attention with a solemn expression.
Such concentration was indeed rare.
“Bam!”
The tremor behind her made Mu Wan tremble. The pill furnace in front of her shook, and a grayish-black smoke rose.
The spiritual herbs were destroyed.
Ignoring the spiritual herbs, Mu Wan quickly turned around and saw Han Muye smiling wryly as he cleaned up the scattered remains of the ink brush in front of him.
The ink brush broke into pieces.
“Junior Sister Mu, I’ll use a formation to isolate you. It won’t affect your study of alchemy.”
Han Muye took out an array disc and was about to activate the array formation when the array disc shattered with a bang.
Mu Wan laughed and raised her hand. Spiritual light isolated the two of them.
“Junior Sister, when did you repair the array?” Han Muye asked softly. After saying that, he remembered that this array had already isolated him from Mu Wan’s perception.
Shaking his head, he sat cross-legged and looked at the long table in front of him.
Half of the words were written, and the rest were stained with ink.
This was his current state. His physical strength was too strong, so strong that it was difficult to control.
He slowly closed his eyes. His divine thoughts started from the divine treasure, then entered his sea of Qi, and then returned to his dantian.
From the Desolate Wilderness, Han Muye had obtained unimaginable benefits.
There were all kinds of treasures, ancient bloodlines, supreme treasures, Kui Horn, and the tyrannical body of the Divine Beast, Baxia.
At this moment, his divine treasures were filled with a golden aura.