Chapter 221: Contact with the Divine Race

Chapter 221: Contact with the Divine Clan

Shen Lian was completely stunned. He had thought of so many possible answers, but never once did he expect Yan Huaixuan to respond like this.

Shen Lian's lips curved up, then fell. He turned his head away and said teasingly, "You're so clingy."

Yan Huaixuan was about to say something.

But Shen Lian turned back around, looped his arms around Yan Huaixuan's neck, and tilted his head up to press a kiss to his lips.

"I feel the same way."

Yan Huaixuan froze for a moment, then dropped his gaze to Shen Lian's reddened ears and his somewhat embarrassed expression.

Yan Huaixuan suddenly felt something warm trickle through his heart.

He pulled Shen Lian close and sighed softly. "Shen Lian."

Shen Lian looked up, puzzled.

But Yan Huaixuan said nothing.

He just thought that no one would ever be as good to him as Shen Lian.

This second marriage was something he'd begged for—a gift from Shen Lian.

Yan Huaixuan always felt he owed Shen Lian, and that guilt could never be fully repaid.

All he could do was love Shen Lian more. Just a little more.

Once the restriction was lifted, Shen Lian said he wanted to take a walk, so he dragged Yan Huaixuan around, but really he was quietly scoping out the Ancient Kunlun Clan.

They knew they were being watched, but it wasn't Xie Yuanshan.

In fact, there was no sign of Xie Yuanshan anywhere in the whole clan.

Remembering the faint aura of decay around Xie Yuanshan that day, Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan exchanged a glance.

Xie Yuanshan's lifespan was definitely almost up.

Though they didn't know what Xie Yuanshan was planning, this was their only shot at leaving the clan.

Unfortunately, the Ancient Kunlun Clan seemed to know a lot about the divine corpse.

They knew how to suppress spatial law powers.

Yan Huaixuan couldn't rip open space.

However...

Shen Lian shot Yan Huaixuan a look.

Then Shen Lian suddenly clutched his stomach, his brow scrunching up.

Yan Huaixuan steadied his waist. "Yanran?"

Sure enough, in a flash, the Great Elder of the Ancient Kunlun Clan—the one who'd found them before—showed up.

Xie Zheng's face changed as he stared at Shen Lian's belly. "What's wrong?"

Shen Lian's face was pale. "I don't know. I think something's wrong with the baby."

Xie Zheng immediately checked Shen Lian's pulse.

He found Shen Lian's pulse was all over the place, and Shen Lian's body was shaking harder and harder as blood dripped from his mouth.

Xie Zheng could feel the baby's aura in Shen Lian's belly fading fast.

But Xie Feijiao had never had this happen before!

Could it be this female cultivator just wasn't as talented as Xie Feijiao?

So she couldn't handle the divine fetus?

Either way, the baby in this woman's womb absolutely couldn't be allowed to fail.

But the divine fetus couldn't afford any delays.

Xie Zheng's face changed. "You two, wait in the side hall first."

Yan Huaixuan nodded and scooped Shen Lian into his arms.

Xie Zheng turned and left. He remembered the clan leader was in seclusion and couldn't be disturbed, so he had to go get one of the other elders.

But he didn't forget to leave a few elders on guard.

However, these guards were all Dao Ancestor realm.

The Divine Realm ones had gone off somewhere, and Xie Zheng, a demigod, had gone to get help.

With only a few Dao Ancestors left, Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan could easily get away.

After casting a simple illusion, Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan snuck away.

But unexpectedly, Xie Zheng caught up to them halfway.

But they were no longer inside the Ancient Kunlun Clan, so Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan didn't need to hide anymore.

"Stop! Where do you think you're going?!"

Xie Zheng's face darkened as he looked at Shen Lian. "Xie Yanran, you're running too?"

Shen Lian only knew the identity he'd borrowed was called Yanran—he hadn't expected her last name to be Xie too... Did that mean all the female cultivators sent here were related to Yan Huaixuan by blood?

These people were really crazy.

Xie Zheng then looked at Yan Huaixuan, who was holding "Shen Lian," and sneered. "Young Master, you'd better come back quietly, or your Dao companion dies."

But Shen Lian just raised an eyebrow at Xie Zheng. "You sure?"

Xie Zheng was furious. "You don't get to talk!"

But the next moment, he saw the female cultivator transform into Shen Lian.

He froze, then looked at the person in his hands. If Yanran was Shen Lian, then who was he holding?

At that moment, Shen Lian raised his hand, and Xie Zheng realized the "Shen Lian" in his grip had turned into a sword, flying straight into Shen Lian's hand.

Xie Zheng suddenly realized they had all been fooled.

His expression turned ugly. "You're not getting out of here today!"

Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

Xie Zheng was an idiot—too worried, so he'd come chasing after them alone.

Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan took him down without much effort.

Xie Zheng drove his sword into the earth to steady himself, staring at them in disbelief.

"How can the two of you, mere Holy Venerables, match me?"

He was at the peak of the Dao Ancestor realm—half a step from godhood.

Shen Lian slowly rolled his wrist.

By all rights, they shouldn't have stood a chance.

But Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan weren't exactly ordinary.

Still, they couldn't be bothered to explain themselves. Before Xie Zheng could pull himself together, they had to get out of there.

Seeing them fly off, Xie Zheng's eyes nearly bulged out of his head in fury. "Stop—!"

But all he could do was watch Yan Huaixuan rip open space and disappear.

After Yan Huaixuan had used it seven or eight times in a row,

they were already a long way from the Ancient Kunlun Clan.

Shen Lian told Yan Huaixuan, who was also pretty drained, to take a break.

"That's enough—let's stop flying for now."

Yan Huaixuan grunted in acknowledgment. Holding Shen Lian, he sat down to meditate and recover.

But the moment they sat down, Shen Lian suddenly dry-heaved.

Yan Huaixuan immediately asked, "What's wrong? Hasn't the pill's effect worn off yet?"

The fake pregnancy pill Shen Lian had taken could mimic everything but the pulse—it produced every other symptom perfectly.

Shen Lian took a deep breath. "It's fine. It'll wear off in seven or eight days."

Shen Lian had whipped this up in a hurry, so there was no antidote yet.

Yan Huaixuan gently stroked his cheek.

Shen Lian's lips curled up. "Now that that old bastard's heard the news, I wonder if he'll be pissed enough to drop dead?"

Yan Huaixuan couldn't help laughing. "Maybe."

After leaving the Ancient Kunlun Clan, Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan had it easy for a long while.

Fei Yun messaged Shen Lian again: "Where are you guys? I'll come find you."

Shen Lian was about to answer, but he quickly sensed something was off.

He narrowed his eyes and said coolly, "If you want to see us, you have to go through someone else—where's the sincerity in that?"

Fei Yun on the other end of the jade token paused, then spoke after a long moment.

But this time, the voice went straight into Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan's heads.

"Let's meet."

Shen Lian and Yan Huaixuan exchanged a glance.

That way of speaking...