Chapter 885: A Change of Heart, Mysterious Stone Stele

Chapter 885: A Change of Heart, Mysterious Stone Stele

Han Jue's words were casual, yet to the ears of the Saints, they were filled with dominance.

This was the Divine Might Heavenly Sage, fearing no one!

Venerable Xuandu smiled and said, "I naturally do not fear them. The one who calls the shots in the Three Pure Ones Sacred Realm is the Primordial Heavenly Venerate. As for my teacher, Laozi, he is in seclusion all year round. If it truly comes down to forcing him to make a move, I will still choose the Heavenly Dao."

Han Jue nodded slightly and said no more.

Afterward, Venerable Xuandu gave some further instructions. Once the Saints had discussed and finalized them, they dispersed.

Han Jue stood up, and Han Qinger followed closely behind.

Long Hao, Immortal God Ji, Fang Liang, Han Yu, Qin Ling, and other Hidden Sect Disciples gathered around, starting to cozy up to Han Qinger.

Han Qinger was flattered, never expecting that among the Saints, there were so many Senior Brothers, Junior Nephews, and even Grand-disciples.

Han Jue huffed, "In the future, when she appears in the Heavenly Dao, do not let her suffer even the slightest injury. Otherwise, I will hold you all accountable, and none of you will be able to escape."

The other Saints, who had not yet left Qiankun Hall, also heard Han Jue's words. Their expressions flickered, and they all committed these words to memory. They were not stupid; they knew Han Jue was also reminding them.

"Father, I am a Quasi-Saint. Who in the Immortal Realm can hurt me?" Han Qinger protested coquettishly. Inside, however, she felt wonderful. She hadn't felt such fatherly love in a long time, which left her both moved and ashamed.

Thinking back to her previous complaints about her father, she felt very ashamed.

Han Jue smiled and did not respond. The Disciples all gave their assurances.

Hong Yuan swayed her waist as she walked up to Han Qinger and said with a chuckle, "Heavenly Sage, why not let your daughter be my Disciple? I will surely impart all my Dao techniques to her without reservation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Saints who wanted to take Han Qinger as a Disciple changed drastically, but they dared not contend. After all, Hong Yuan was a Great Dao Sage; even if they all joined forces, they wouldn't be enough for Hong Yuan to suppress with one hand.

Han Qinger was stunned by Hong Yuan's appearance and temperament. She instinctively felt threatened—not for herself, but for her mother. She subconsciously looked at Han Jue.

Han Jue remained expressionless and said, "Let us see what this girl thinks."

Han Qinger said, "Father, I will not go to the Immortal Realm after all. I plan to Cultivate with you for a million years before going out to gain experience."

Han Jue looked at her in surprise, only to see her expression was serious. He felt relieved; it seemed the fortune she had just received had made her understand reason.

Han Jue waved his sleeve and disappeared from the spot with Han Qinger.

Hong Yuan sighed, feeling somewhat regretful.

The Hongmeng Heavenly Prison filled her with loyalty toward Han Jue, but it did not erase her feelings for him. She had always wanted to become Han Jue's Dao Companion, but alas, she was now a servant and could not force it. Hong Yuan shook her head and disappeared as well.

The Hidden Sect Disciples were still discussing Han Qinger. They were quite curious about this Junior Sister, and the news would likely spread throughout the Hidden Sect before long.

On the other side.

Han Jue brought Han Qinger back to the Third Dojo.

"Father, are we not going to see Eldest Mother and Second Mother?" Han Qinger asked curiously.

Han Jue said, "They also need to Cultivate. There is no need to disturb them if there is nothing important. For those like us, time is the one thing we have in abundance."

Han Qinger felt this made sense. She hugged Han Jue's right arm and acted coquettishly, "Father, can you tell me more about your stories?"

After this experience, she was full of curiosity about Han Jue's deeds. Han Jue did not hide anything and began to recount his story again. Unlike when facing Qing Luaner, he wanted to show off a bit in front of his daughter. Therefore, when mentioning those enemies, he deliberately emphasized their power, causing Han Qinger to exclaim from time to time.

Several hours later, Han Jue finished, though he still had more to say. It had to be said that although he had not experienced many things, every single one was a major event—earth-shattering events that could be written into novels. And he hadn't even included his achievements as the Dark Forbidden Lord.

Looking at Han Qinger again, the girl's face was full of admiration, which made Han Jue feel incredibly satisfied.

"Father, you are truly amazing! I want to become someone like you too! I will Cultivate well and always be stronger than my enemies!" Han Qinger said excitedly, as if she had found her life's goal.

Han Jue laughed, "That is fine. When your brother returns in the future, I will have you two siblings spar. At that time, you must defeat him and let him understand that home is best."

Han Qinger said proudly, "You can rest assured about my Aptitude!"

After saying that, she waved her hand and left.

Han Jue shook his head and chuckled, then sat cross-legged on the futon and began to Cultivate. Next, it was time to push for a Breakthrough!

Under the old tree.

Qing Luaner felt a gust of wind approaching. She opened her eyes to look and found her daughter standing prettily in front of her.

"Qinger! Why did you come back?" Qing Luaner asked in surprise.

Han Qinger smiled, "Mother, I have thought it through. Cultivating well is what matters most."

She did not explain further, walked to the side, sat down, and began to Cultivate.

Qing Luaner looked at her, unable to help but feel dazed. For some reason, she saw Han Jue's shadow on her daughter. It was not his appearance, but a feeling. She was curious in her heart: what method did Han Jue use to make Han Qinger change her personality?

…

In the dark Void Realm, a tattered, gigantic wooden ship was moving forward; vaguely, it seemed as if an invisible giant beast was pulling the ship's hull.

The five great divine punishments were Cultivating on the ship.

Yi Tian was bored when he suddenly saw Han Tuo smiling secretly.

"What are you smiling at? You look so despicable." Yi Tian yawned and asked nonchalantly.

Han Tuo rolled his eyes and said, "I just learned something in the Chaos Domain: I have a younger sister."

Yi Tian immediately perked up and said, "What is our sister's name?"

"What do you mean 'our sister'?"

"Hehe, I am your sworn elder brother."

"Heh."

"Tell me quickly!"

"She is named Han Qinger. She achieved Quasi-Saint status just twenty thousand years after birth and is currently Cultivating by my father's side."

"Incredible. She is worthy of being my godfather's offspring. Ask your Senior Brothers when my godfather will acknowledge me?" Yi Tian scratched his head and asked. After becoming one of the five great divine punishments, they had no more enemies; any existence that saw them had to be humble and subservient. For a time, he had lost his goal and felt uncomfortable all over, always looking for the other three Divine Punishments to spar with. Becoming the godson of the Divine Might Heavenly Sage had become the thing Yi Tian looked forward to most.

Han Tuo huffed, "My Senior Brothers are also out adventuring. How am I supposed to pass messages to you?"

"That is true. Those three guys, Dao Supreme, Zhao Xuanyuan, and Jiang Yi, are causing trouble everywhere. Quite a few Great Dao Divine Spirits have already complained to us about them. Come to think of it, they owe me a favor." Yi Tian laughed, his eyes rolling, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Han Tuo was just about to speak when, suddenly, the gigantic wooden ship trembled.

The Divine Punishments all stood up, and Han Tuo did the same. Han Tuo frowned and looked toward the front of the wooden ship.

Deep in the darkness, a massive stone stele appeared. It was riddled with thousands of holes, and a terrifying gale blew from it, resisting the wooden ship's advance.

"What is that damn thing?" Yi Tian asked in a deep voice.

He saw that inside the countless holes on the massive stone stele, things were vaguely crawling—looking like insects, looking like bones—chilling and terrifying.

Han Tuo's heart rate inexplicably accelerated, and a sense of unease that hadn't appeared for a long time surged in his heart.