Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 229 The Heavenly Demon's Freedom
Sun Yanwan was startled and quickly drew her two swords, shouting, "You go first, I'll hold this person off for you."

Yang Diao'er couldn't help but laugh out loud. The Peacock King didn't know what to say either, and angrily cursed, "Why is Diao'er running away? Would I harm her?"

"You're Zhang Yuanqiao's disciple, how dare you come to the Demonic Sect? Are you courting death?"

Sun Yanwan blurted out, "I didn't expect to survive anyway."

Yang Diao'er was deeply moved, thinking to herself, "He has ultimately forgotten about life and death and has come to snatch me away."

The image of Sun Yanwan realizing she couldn't escape flashed through her mind: "To die beneath the peony blossoms is to die a romantic death; even if I lose my life today, it will be worth it!"

The young saintess of the demonic sect thought to herself, "I offered no resistance and ran away with you, and it was all worth it for that one sentence!"

Yang Diao'er bowed slightly to the Peacock King, but did not speak.

The Peacock King sighed, casually tossed over a porcelain bottle, and said, "Let's go!"

"If the Songyang Sect bullies people, remember that your father is also involved."

Yang Diao'er grabbed Sun Yanwan and left.

Sun Yanwan hadn't expected to get through so easily. She turned back and bowed to the Peacock King, adding, "Uncle Peacock is so righteous; I, Sun, will surely repay you in the future."

The Peacock King was so angry his nose almost crooked. What profound sense of righteousness?
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and would slap the kid to death.

When this guy speaks nicely, even he thinks he's truly eloquent; when he speaks harshly, he's so witty that you just want to kill him.

A short while later, Giatanna rushed over and saw the Peacock King standing by the roadside. She asked, "Have you seen that little thief?"

The Peacock King raised an eyebrow and said, "That little thief is quite cunning, deliberately creating a diversion. But I just received a message saying that he has already fled southeast. I will go with you to chase after him."

Using her lightness skill, Giatanna followed the Peacock King, heading straight in another direction.

Sun Yanwan lay on Yang Diao'er's back, feeling a little ashamed and a little proud.

He worried that his internal injuries were too severe and that he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back if he encountered enemies again, so he finally agreed shyly and let Yang Diao'er carry him to safety.

As Yang Diao'er used her lightness skill to travel, she couldn't help but laugh. She never imagined that she, who was the one being "kidnapped," would have to carry the man who kidnapped her away and escape.

The scene was absurd and bizarre, but Yang Diao'er felt a strange sense of joy, as if all her previous entanglements, discomfort, and unhappiness had vanished.

Yang Diao'er carried Sun Yanwan and escaped from Zhoujia Mountain. In the distance, she saw a house, put Sun Yanwan down, used her lightness skill to jump over the courtyard wall, knocked down the homeowner and his family, and then turned back to help him into the house.

Sun Yanwan went straight to bed after entering the room. Yang Diao'er blushed slightly and hurriedly said, "I'll go boil some hot water for you to take your medicine."

Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "I don't need to take any medicine. I'll just use my internal energy to heal myself again, and the injury won't affect my ability to use my lightness skill." However, Yang Diao'er walked very fast, so she didn't go to call her. She secretly used the Taiyi Qingling Fan technique to begin healing herself.

Yang Diao'er boiled water, retrieved the medicine given to her by the Peacock King, and returned to her room. She saw Sun Yanwan meditating and healing herself, so she didn't bother her.

She stared at Sun Yanwan for a while, her pretty face flickering between light and shadow, her emotions rising and falling like tides and mountain mists, a feeling that was hard to describe.

Yang Diao'er's heart stirred slightly, and she also made a hand seal and began to cultivate. Yang Diao'er was the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, and her father was the sect leader. She could freely browse the martial arts manuals of the Demonic Sect, but she had always made slow progress in the Heavenly Demon Art of the Demonic Sect.

For some reason, during this cultivation, instead of using the Xuanming Yinsha Technique, she started cultivating the Heavenly Demon Technique.

Three or four hours later, Yang Diao'er opened her eyes, her eyes filled with surprise. Her Heavenly Demon Technique, which had not made any progress for a long time, had actually broken through a level during this cultivation.

Yang Diao'er glanced at Sun Yanwan, who was still healing herself, and wondered, "Could it be that being with him has changed my state of mind?"

She tried it again, cultivating the Xuanming Yin Sha Gong, but felt nothing special. Her progress was neither fast nor slow, just like usual. Then she switched to the Tianmo Gong. The Tianmo True Qi was lively and light, and it was indeed many times faster than usual.

The Heavenly Demon Art emphasizes the state of mind. Yang Diao'er always felt that she fully understood the true meaning of the Heavenly Demon Art—freedom and unrestraint. However, every time she practiced it, it was not quite the same. She was always slightly off by a hair's breadth but completely wrong.

Yang Diao'er suddenly curled her lips slightly, thinking, "So only by finding the one you love can you experience the true meaning of the Heavenly Demon?"

As dusk settled, Sun Yanwan awoke from her healing slumber. Seeing Yang Diao'er still tending to her, she quickly asked, "Are you tired after a long night?"

Yang Diao'er shook her head. She had been meditating for three or four hours, and her Heavenly Demon Art had broken through to a higher level. Her spirit was even more vigorous, so she was not tired at all.

Yang Diao'er hurriedly started a fire, made breakfast, ate with Sun Yanwan, gave him medicine for his injuries, and left some silver for the family. However, she did not release the pressure points, but instead added a few more to their pressure points so that they could not move for another day, so as not to reveal their whereabouts.

Then he took Sun Yanwan and left quietly.

Sun Yanwan spent the night healing his injuries and took medicine. His injuries improved significantly, and he could now use his lightness skill without any problems. He was also embarrassed to ask Yang Diao'er to carry him again.

There was a strange atmosphere between them on the way, and neither of them dared to speak.

Sun Yanwan, however, was shameless enough to force a conversation and asked, "Miss Diao'er, since I killed the little prince of Northern Yan, your father probably won't be able to obtain the Supreme Relic, right?"

Yang Diao'er chuckled and said, "Bei Yan sent people to deliver the Supreme Relic to Zhoujia Mountain more than a month in advance. My father's injuries have long since healed, and he has regained all his power."

Sun Yanwan was immediately startled and exclaimed inwardly, "Oh no! How could I not have expected that Northern Yan would send the Supreme Relic over ahead of time? No wonder I couldn't find out where the Supreme Relic was hidden?"

"I always thought this item was either hidden on Jiyatana, Narenzha, or carried by the little prince of Northern Yan. It turns out it wasn't in the caravan at all."

"Yang Wuji has recovered his strength. We must inform our master about this as soon as possible. We're busy with other things, so let's go back to Songyang Mountain first."

For Sun Yanwan, nothing was more important than reporting the news to his master; he had to send this big news back to Songyang Mountain.

The two bought horses along the way and continued south.

Two or three days later, Sun Yanwan's injuries had almost healed.

Seven or eight days later, the two crossed the border between Nanxia and Dalang and returned to Dalang territory.

Sun Yanwan was worried and did not notice that Yang Diao'er was different every day, and with each passing day, the aura around her became more and more ethereal and unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)