Stronger from Earth

Chapter 224 223: Qingming

"Alright, how's the Little Fox Immortal from Tushan doing? Why don't I send you some pills to boost your health?" Wang Xuan laughed.

Tu Yingying survived the tough days, but he was subdued; they were truly in the same tough spot.

"It's nothing serious, don't worry."

Tu Yingying glanced at Wang Xuan, her slender fingers grabbing a roast chicken, eating it with relish, with a trace of oil on the corner of her mouth without realizing it, and curiously asked, "Where are you now?"

She casually moved the camera, revealing an elegantly decorated room in classic style, with a pink and white color scheme.

"I'm sunbathing," Wang Xuan said lazily.

"Yeah right," Tu Yingying snorted. After saying that, she felt it was unladylike and blushed slightly.

"Alright," Wang Xuan showed her the mountain holding him down, "See, I'm trapped under a mountain."

This scene was quite comparable to Sun Wukong being trapped under the Five Finger Mountain, making Tu Yingying burst into laughter, shaking with amusement.

"Should I come visit you?" Tu Yingying felt she should check on her friend.

Wang Xuan waved his hand: "No need, I'm at the Gate of Hell, surrounded by disciples of the mountain gate. It's not appropriate for a Demon Immortal like you to come here. I was suppressed here by the Third Master himself, and I don't think I'll be kept for long."

When Tu Yingying found out Wang Xuan had become the True Inheritor of the Immortal Martial Mountain, she was astonished and almost couldn't believe it.

How did Wang Xuan suddenly go from a loose cultivator to the True Inheritor of the Immortal Holy Land?

As a descendant of Tushan, she might not even have a higher status than Wang Xuan.

"Surprised? Take good care of yourself, keep plump and healthy, and one day I'll visit Tushan to see you." Wang Xuan yawned, his eyes deep and bright, appearing to be in great spirits.

"Getting plump isn't pretty," Tu Yingying shook her head, as vanity is a natural instinct for women.

Their relationship was quite close; Wang Xuan had taken care of her when she was seriously injured, during which time she was in her fox form and got taken advantage of a bit.

Their encounter could be considered life-and-death friendship. Despite the difference in race, they were both earthly beings; not just friendship, but even marriage wouldn't be an issue.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but laugh, "Yingying, you're still so adorable."

"Yingying is an adult now, don't treat me like a child!" Tu Yingying retorted, acting spoiled.

"Alright, alright, you're now a hundred years old, already an adult." Wang Xuan laughed.

He suddenly remembered that Tu Yingying was also a fan of his writings. She had inadvertently revealed her age before, but that age, relative to her lineage, was equivalent to about fifteen or sixteen human years.

"You found out? Now that you know, hurry and get to writing! I've been locked up for half a year, and you haven't updated a single chapter! Hmph!" Tu Yingying said bashfully.

Wang Xuan confidently replied, "I've already finished writing, don't worry. Oh, and didn't you want a female lead role? I've written it."

He knew that Tu Yingying was quite curious about human society but seldom visited human cities, relying only on films and literary works to glimpse into them.

"Really?" Tu Yingying was very happy. At first, when she asked Wang Xuan, he refused, not expecting her wish to eventually come true.

"As promised, you should come see me." Tu Yingying, with longing in her eyes, had few human friends, and Wang Xuan was the only one who knew her identity, let alone someone with a similar status.

"Alright," Wang Xuan agreed.

The person and the fox talked for a long time, Wang Xuan mentioning Lin Cheng, the Changsheng Group, and his experiences in the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm.

Wang Xuan suddenly remembered the Celestial Demon Realm in Australia and asked, "Didn't Tushan participate in the exploration of the Celestial Demon Realm?"

Tu Yingying shook her head, the Celestial Demon Realm was now considered the private land of the Eastern Dragon Race, and they couldn't get involved. The Flood Dragon Tribe had enough strength to explore that level 2 to level 3 realm.

"I heard that the star domain where the Celestial Demon Realm is located has many demon fiends, with that Life Source Star being just one of them, not sure what unexpected events might occur in the future." Tu Yingying frowned.

This was only known after the Celestial Demon Realm was conquered.

Wang Xuan was surprised, speculating that the Celestial Demon Realm might become another Yellow Springs Realm, with the Netherworld Star Realm neighboring an interstellar civilization, and the Celestial Demon Star Domain having similar anomalies.

"These major affairs are not for us to worry about; we just follow behind the big shots. It's important for you to focus on your cultivation.

Collect some herbs and send them to me, I'll refine some pills for you, and your cultivation speed will surely increase." Wang Xuan said.

Tu Yingying nodded heavily, "Mm."

There really aren't many in the Demon Race skilled in alchemy; if she had specialized pills to assist, the cultivation speed wouldn't just be a bit faster, but several times faster.

After all, the Demon Race focuses on accumulating demonic power, exploring bloodlines and physique, making their lineage more pure, which is different from the human approach.

Time swiftly passed by, and celestial immortals occasionally exited the Gate of Hell with injuries, returning to their Mother Star for healing and recovery, with even a few True Immortals appearing.

It seemed another fierce battle had erupted at the frontline of the Hell Realm.

This large-scale war isn't like Zhou Wu and the others' previous cleanup operations at the rear, eliminating residual Hell creatures—it's a real war.

"What a pity." Wang Xuan shook his head. Unlike the conflict with Zhao Hao, he should have gone to the battlefield instead of the previous petty skirmishes.

Chen Qingniu and Zhou Wu, along with others, had already re-entered the Gate of Hell, leaving Wang Xuan to cultivate alone and watch Zhao Hao, who was restless and uneasy.

The pressure from this period had caused Zhao Hao's eyes to become bloodshot. His injuries showed signs of becoming permanent, like a common man with a broken bone that hadn't been set properly as it continues to grow.

The aftermath of his battle with Wang Xuan would indeed linger for days and possibly forever, causing his future cultivation speed to drop drastically.

This kind of dreadful outcome, how could it not make him feel fearful? Like a waterfall river perched on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall at any moment, shattering into pieces.

In the Hell Realm, two figures emerged from the depths; they were Fang Shan and He Fang, each holding a Demon King's head.

He Fang smoked his pipe, enveloped in mist, his slightly weathered white hair swaying in the wind. He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, his back slightly hunched.

Fang Shan's forehead bore a walnut-sized black hole that had not healed, the residual demonic power difficult to drive away, looking quite terrifying.

The two walked together, pursuing two Lower-Rank Demon Kings in this Hell Realm, a non-home turf, where slaying a Demon King is incredibly difficult.

Moreover, when they attacked, they faced not only two but also Middle-Rank Demon Kings.

Yet, even though they were besieged, they still achieved such a bounty, showing their strength, though the risk was also exceptional.

"Is it serious?" He Fang asked again.

Fang Shan shook his head: "It won't kill me."

Compared to He Fang, his combat power was slightly inferior, having been ambushed by a hidden Middle-Rank Demon King. Such a formidable opponent was not weaker than him, hence he suffered significant injuries.

Returning to the Realm Gate, looking at that gigantic figure, a person alone was the Spirit Mountain, able to purify a piece of Pure Land in such a place as the Hell Realm.

Fang Shan bowed: "I greet the elder."

Even though they belonged to different mountain gates, the Three Ancestors of Immortal Martial were Half-Step Immortal, surpassing him in both cultivation and seniority, not to mention age.

"Junior seeks to redeem disciple Zhao Hao with this merit. He is rebellious and unruly due to my poor guidance. I hope the elder will show mercy."

One Demon King's head could exchange for a Life Planet, let alone a minor mistake.

Of course, Fang Shan needed a stepping stone to receive such a favor from the Three Ancestors of Immortal Martial; otherwise, he had no right to ask.

"Thank you for your generosity, elder."

Fang Shan placed the Demon King's head down and turned towards the Realm Gate passage.

He Fang also put down the gruesome head, preparing to leave. Although he was a disciple of Immortal Martial Mountain, and not unfamiliar with the Three Ancestors, he still had to respect protocol.

Whatever price Fang Shan paid, He Fang paid the same. This was to maintain the relationship between Immortal Martial Mountain and Celestial Sword Mountain; they all had a ruler in their hearts.

Suddenly, the Three Ancestors spoke up in a deep voice, "He Fang, halt."

Helplessly, He Fang stopped and said, "What instructions, Father?"

The person before him was the ancestor of the three veins, but also his father, unbeknownst to many within the mountain gate.

"So young yet pretending to be old, what does it look like!" He Qingming reprimanded. He Fang was two hundred years old, but regardless of age, he was still his son.

"Time drives people old, though the body is not tired, the heart is already weary," He Fang replied.

"What hurdle is too hard for a man!" He Qingming said, "How you live is your freedom, I cannot intervene in your choices.

But I have waited for two hundred years; you must give me a grandson, right? Do you want the He Family to end without descendants?"

His other child had died on the Exotic Realm battlefield, leaving only He Fang as the sole heir. Despite his exceedingly high status and cultivation reaching Half-Step Immortal, he still harbored this obsession.

He Fang scratched his head, being questioned by his elderly father about such matters, he had no words.

"Father, with your longevity, living one or two billion years isn't an issue. If you break through to Immortal status, you could live as long as the Mother Star. I might not even outlive you, is it really necessary to worry about this?

Children will naturally come when the time is right; you needn't be concerned.

If you're anxious, you can have another son yourself. With your realm, leaving a legacy is easily done."

"Ha." He Qingming laughed coldly, "Once war breaks out, you never know, I could die any day. If you want me to die unsatisfied, then just do as you please."

He Fang said no more, bowed deeply, and withdrew.