Chapter 2328: Chapter 2377: Heavenly Dao

However, thinking of those two glittering Blood Pearls, she endured it. "A great woman knows when to yield and when to stand tall!" she thought. "It’s just brewing tea, isn’t it? If anyone gave me two drops of Holy Blood, I’d even wash their feet!"

She immediately brought out her best Spiritual Tea, brewed a cup with a face full of smiles, and presented it to Jiang Fan. "Little Jiang, drink slowly. Don’t burn yourself."

This scene left Yun Wanxiao completely dumbfounded! Wait, what happened to the sworn enmity? Was it over just like that?

Yun Wanxiao hurriedly said, "Elder Kong, how can you bow your head to him? You just said that if you didn’t kill Jiang Fan, you’d be a dog!"

Linglong, who had been in an excellent mood, instantly let her face darken. Are you trying to humiliate me to my face?! She glared at Yun Wanxiao. She used to think he was quite a nice kid, but now he was an eyesore no matter how she looked at him.

Keeping a straight face, she said indifferently, "Mr. Yun, I need to properly entertain Young Master Jiang, so I will not keep you company any longer. Leave!"

With that, she waved her sleeve like she was shooing a fly, unleashing a surge of power that directly swept Yun Wanxiao out of the grand hall. He left behind a fading trail of furious roars, "Jiang Fan... I’m far from fucking done with you..."

Linglong rolled her eyes in disgust before putting on a smiling face again. "Little Jiang, drink up quickly, or the tea will get cold."

Holding the teacup, Jiang Fan took two leisurely sips before unhurriedly taking out two drops of Holy Blood. "Linglong, I still prefer you looking dignified and virtuous. I don’t like it when you’re all loud and rowdy."

Without a second word, a flash of Holy Light shimmered across Linglong’s body, and she restored her breathtakingly beautiful appearance. She smiled gently. "Is this okay?"

Jiang Fan smiled faintly and tossed the two drops of Holy Blood to her. "If it’s not enough, I’ll find a way to get you more in the future."

Hearing this, Linglong’s eyes narrowed into slits from her wide smile. She had seen with her own eyes where the Holy Blood came from. It was all conjured out of thin air by Jiang Fan through a very mysterious Magical Treasure. With Jiang Fan as her backer, why would she worry about not being able to break through to the Nine-winged Great Angel realm?

"Good, good, good! Little Jiang, Auntie and Chaoge will rely on you from now on." Linglong was beaming. Unable to wait to study the Holy Blood, she turned to Xia Chaoge and said, "Chaoge, keep Little Jiang good company. Mother won’t disturb your fun anymore." After saying that, she swayed her hips and left, leaving Xia Chaoge with an awkward expression.

Her mother was way too shameless, wasn’t she? Just watching it made her feel embarrassed. She turned her face away, not daring to look into Jiang Fan’s eyes, and muttered, "Um... well... actually, I’m not that close to my mother."

Jiang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle. Was Xia Chaoge worried that his impression of her would worsen? This girl, who cared about no one else, cared exclusively about every single shift in Jiang Fan’s attitude toward her. Thinking of Chaoge’s confession, his smile gradually faded, and his heart felt heavy. He still hadn’t given Chaoge an answer.

Shaking his head, he cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and said, "Let’s continue cultivating." Xia Chaoge nodded, her eyes full of smiles. She was finally back by her martial uncle’s side. She looked at him with anticipation. "Then should we return to that mountain?" Recalling the memory of their knees touching, she felt both shy and somewhat expectant.

Jiang Fan replied, "No need, the Cultivation Chamber in your mother’s hall will do." A hint of profound meaning flickered in his eyes. If he was not mistaken, the West Empress would seek him out to practice Alchemy for those three batches of Seventh Grade Great Pills within the next half a month. Otherwise, once Jiang Fan finished his instruction task, he could leave the Northern Heavenly State at any time. And for Alchemy, only a Cultivation Chamber was suitable. Unaware of the underlying reasons, Chaoge pouted slightly, feeling immensely disappointed in her heart.

Not long after, the two entered the Cultivation Chamber. Chaoge continued to absorb her second drop of Holy Blood. Jiang Fan, meanwhile, began to comprehend his own Dao once again.

Enveloped by the Laws, Jiang Fan’s consciousness detached from his body once more. His consciousness felt as light as a feather, drifting freely and floating further and further away from his physical form. It was as if he was floating toward an extremely mysterious place. The last time he reached this step in his comprehension, he had been interrupted. This time, no one was there to stop him.

His consciousness soared straight up, passing through the stars, piercing through thick layers of clouds, and traversing an indescribable zone of chaos. The journey seemed incredibly fast, yet it also felt as though several years had passed! A deep sense of exhaustion seeped from the depths of Jiang Fan’s soul, and his consciousness began to feel heavy. His upward ascent grew slower and slower.

The path ahead was filled with endless chaos. Weariness crept into Jiang Fan’s heart, making him doubt if this path even had an end. But right at that moment, a speck of faint blue light appeared in the vast expanse of chaos. It was like a spark that instantly ignited his hope.

Pushing his heavy consciousness forward, Jiang Fan advanced toward the faint blue light. His speed continued to drop, and his consciousness grew increasingly blurry, yet the blue light seemed impossibly far out of reach! Jiang Fan clenched his jaw tightly. "This is my Dao. I must reach it!" He shut off his perception, no longer looking at the faint light, and simply forged straight ahead!

An unknown amount of time passed. He felt as if every single instant was dragging on like a year. Thoughts of giving up arose in his mind countless times, but he forcibly suppressed them all. He would absolutely not give up until the very last moment. This was a principle Jiang Fan had always lived by, and it was the exact reason he had persisted up to this point.

However, his consciousness ultimately reached its limit. It became so unbearably heavy that it could no longer sustain his forward movement, and he even began to plummet downward. Jiang Fan had even forgotten that he was chasing after a faint light.

"Is this the end?" Jiang Fan murmured in utter exhaustion, slowly releasing his perception. Yet, a blinding flash of blue light was right before his eyes!

"Have I... arrived?" Jiang Fan’s consciousness rapidly plummeted downward, and the blue light swiftly retreated into the distance. However, Jiang Fan still clearly caught sight of what the blue light was.

It was a plaque. A shattered blue plaque. Upon it, two words were faintly visible: Heavenly Dao. Jiang Fan silently recited the words in his heart before his consciousness blurred completely, plunging into the boundless Abyss.

In the Cultivation Chamber.

A drop of Holy Blood hovered before Xia Chaoge’s chest. With her eyes closed, she had fallen into a deep state of cultivation. Jiang Fan, too, was as still as a wooden carving, sitting motionless in a cross-legged position. His breathing was steady, and his blood flow was strong, showing not the slightest hint of abnormality.

Yet, at some unknown point, a young girl had appeared in front of Jiang Fan. She sat cross-legged opposite him, resting her chin in one hand while her other hand tapped lightly and continuously against her thigh. Her eyebrows were drawn high into a deep frown. "Where did his consciousness go? He hasn’t returned for ten whole days!"

As it turned out, the West Empress had arrived shortly after Jiang Fan began his comprehension. However, she discovered that Jiang Fan was in a very bizarre state. His body was there, but his consciousness was absent! At first, she had been startled, assuming that Jiang Fan had fallen victim to some covert attack and that something had gone wrong with his soul. But after probing carefully, she found that Jiang Fan’s consciousness was still anchored in his body, only it had traveled to a mysterious place she couldn’t even peek into. Thus, out of curiosity, the West Empress had stayed behind to see what exactly Jiang Fan was up to.

Suddenly, she noticed a faint glow appearing on Jiang Fan’s forehead. "What is this?" the West Empress asked in astonishment.

Just as she spoke, the body she had been controlling abruptly underwent a change. At an unprecedented speed, she instantly transformed into a middle-aged woman. Her gaze, however, shifted from a mature, middle-aged look to the lively brightness of the young girl. Only, this time, the young girl persona displayed no hint of mischievousness. All that remained was solemnity. She stared intensely at the faint blue light, her gaze complex. "We meet again."

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