Chapter 227

The mortal realm.

In the cold wooden house, after Yang Jian and Yang Chan woke up, they saw a letter lying quietly on the low table in front of them. It was left by Yang Tianyou.

The letter contained only a few words, telling them to take good care of themselves, and said nothing more.

"Brother..." Yang Chan's voice was choked with sobs, and her thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her delicate face streaked with tears and fear.

Yang Jian reached out and tightly grasped his younger sister's cold little hand.

He wasn't much older than his sister, but his face forced a resolute expression that didn't belong to someone his age.

His father is gone, and his mother, Yao Ji, is imprisoned under Peach Mountain. Now, he is his sister's only support.

"Chan'er, don't be afraid."

Yang Jian said in a hoarse voice, "My father said in his letter that my mother was a celestial fairy, and that we also have the blood of the Divine Race flowing in our veins."

But now, we are too weak; we can't even protect ourselves, let alone rescue our mother."

He raised his head, his gaze passing through the dilapidated rooftop, looking towards the legendary Heavenly Court.

"We must become stronger! We must seek out immortals and learn from masters."

"One day, I will personally split open Peach Mountain and rescue my mother!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chan's crying gradually subsided, and she nodded emphatically. "Yes! Brother, let's go together!"

The next morning at dawn, the brother and sister carried a simple bag containing only a few changes of clothes and some dry food.

They took one last look at their home, now only cold and desolate, then resolutely turned and embarked on their journey.

Unbeknownst to them, from the moment they left their homes, several cold gazes had descended from the clouds, locking onto them.

The mountain road winds and twists, with towering cliffs on both sides, forming a natural canyon.

Yang Jian and his sister were naive and inexperienced in the ways of the world. They only found the scenery of this place to be extraordinary, unaware that danger was lurking everywhere.

As they reached the deepest part of the valley, several streaks of light descended from the sky like lightning, instantly blocking their path.

The light faded, revealing seven or eight cultivators dressed in apricot-yellow Daoist robes.

They held magic swords, their expressions were indifferent, and they exuded a suffocating aura.

The leader had an arrogant expression, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at two ants waiting to be slaughtered.

"Yao Ji had an affair with a mortal and gave birth to an illegitimate child, which is a disgrace to the Heavenly Court and a disgrace to the Three Realms."

"We have come here by the decree of the Chan Sect to cleanse our sect. You shall surrender."

The cold words left no room for negotiation.

Yang Jian's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively shielded Yang Chan behind him, his heart pounding wildly.

He could sense the terrifying power emanating from these people, a power that ordinary people simply could not withstand.

But he couldn't back down; behind him lay his sister, whom he was willing to protect with his life.

"My mother and father truly loved each other, what crime have they committed! You self-proclaimed righteous people only know how to aid and abet evil!" Yang Jian roared.

"Stubborn to the end!"

The leading Disciples of the Chan Sect snorted coldly, said no more nonsense, pointed his sword, and shouted, "Kill!"

In an instant, sword light flashed and spells roared!

Several Disciples of the Chan Sect attacked simultaneously, each move ruthless, aiming to kill the two men.

Although Yang Jian possessed divine strength, he had never learned any martial arts techniques and could only rely on instinct to dodge in a sorry state, pulling Yang Chan through the gaps in the deadly attacks.

A sword aura grazed his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Yang Jian groaned, but he gritted his teeth and dared not pause for a moment.

However, the disparity between us and the enemy is simply too great.

One of the disciples seized an opening and thrust his sword at Yang Chan behind him.

"Careful!"

Yang Jian's eyes widened in fury. Without thinking, he turned around abruptly, using his back to meet the fatal sword strike.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

Yang Jian's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, several more sword lights arrived in succession, all landing on him.

The boy's tall body could no longer support him, and he collapsed heavily to his knees, his clothes instantly soaked with blood.

"Elder brother!"

Yang Chan let out a piercing scream and rushed forward to support the swaying Yang Jian, "Brother! How are you!"

Yang Jian's consciousness was beginning to fade. He struggled to raise his hand, trying to wipe away his sister's tears, but he couldn't even muster that much strength.

"Hurry... hurry up..."

"I'm not leaving! If we're going to die, we'll die together!"

Yang Chan cried out, using her frail body to shield Yang Jian, glaring angrily at the indifferent Disciples of the Chan Sect.

At this critical moment, high in the heavens, in the Wa Imperial Palace, Nuwa, sitting on her cloud bed, slowly opened her eyes.

Her divine sense had long since encompassed the Primordial World. At this moment, a faint yet incredibly pure causal thread drew her mind to that valley.

With a gentle pinch of her slender fingers, she instantly understood the cause and effect.

"The Chan Sect is becoming increasingly domineering. Oh well, this Nüwa and I do indeed have a master-disciple relationship."

Inside the valley, just as the Disciples of the Chan Sect ' magic swords were about to fall, the sky was suddenly enveloped by endless multicolored rays of light.

A gentle yet boundless aura of holiness descended from the sky, making everyone feel suffocated.

Then, a woman of unparalleled beauty slowly emerged from the glow of the sunset.

"Greetings, Empress Nuwa!"

The leading Disciples of the Chan Sect was greatly alarmed and quickly sheathed his sword, leading the others to bow in respect.

They never imagined that cleaning up the two bastards would alarm Nuwa.

"Your Empress, these two are the sons of wanted criminals of the Heavenly Court. We are acting under orders from our sect. We beg Your Empress... not to interfere in the affairs of our Chan Sect."

The leading disciple said, forcing himself to speak.

Nuwa's cold gaze swept over them, landing on Yang Jian lying in a pool of blood and Yang Chan sobbing uncontrollably.

"This woman is destined to be with me; I shall take her away."

The Disciples of the Chan Sect looked at each other in bewilderment, inwardly lamenting their predicament.

When Nuwa speaks, who dares disobey?

But if they let it go, they wouldn't be able to explain it to their sect.

The leader's mind raced, and after a moment, he bowed again. "It is our offense that Your Empress wishes to take this girl as your disciple."

However... Yang Jian bears the blood of a sinner, which concerns the reputation of the Heavenly Court, and our Chan Sect cannot ignore this."

Nuwa looked at Yang Jian, who was lying on the ground barely breathing, and said to the members of the Chan Sect, "I wish to take Yang Chan as my disciple. I hope that Yang Jian will be safe for the next hundred years; otherwise, I will not let him off lightly!"

The leading Disciples of the Chan Sect quickly replied, "Yes, Your Empress, as you Imperial Decree."

The Chan Sect never intended to kill Yang Jian; it was merely a prelude to a larger scheme.

Even if Nuwa doesn't save him, the Chan Sect will find a way to protect Yang Jian.

Nuwa nodded slightly, then gently raised her jade hand, and a soft green light entered Yang Jian's body, temporarily suspending his life.

Then, ignoring Yang Chan's cries, an invisible force lifted her up and slowly flew towards the sky.

"Elder brother!"

"Chan'er... live on... wait for me!"

Yang Jian roared with his last ounce of strength before finally losing consciousness.

The Disciples of the Chan Sect breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Nuwa and Yang Chan disappear into the horizon.

Meanwhile, deep within chaos.

Four figures were leisurely moving among them.

It was Chu Feng, Yang Mei, Shichen, Luohu.

Suddenly, the Daoist Shichen stopped and pointed to a swirling, ever-flowing mist deep within the chaos.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, the laws of fate there are exceptionally strong, far surpassing those elsewhere. If I'm not mistaken, the Fate Demon God might be hiding there..."