The next day, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle.
As soon as the rising sun peeked out above the yellow sand line, Ye Anping organized the team and led his younger sister and the other twenty-seven *Core Formation*-stage disciples of the *Justice Division*. They broke through the clouds and rode the wind, following the route that he planned and heading toward the **Sword Gate Pass** at the **Southern Region** border.
As days and nights rotated, the energies of the battle between the two *Void Returning* cultivators on **Sunset Mountain** gradually dissipated, and a golden eagle flew from **Sword Gate Pass** and brought them a jade slip.
Yun Yiyi had received the jade slip from Yun Tianchong and immediately sent it to him with a messenger eagle.
Everything was going smoothly on Yun Yiyi's side. The cultivators she brought had already joined forces with Yun Xi, Liang Zhu, and the other ***Hundred Lotus*** Sect cultivators. She had already arranged for people to continue escorting the disciples of the *Justice Division* to the **Western Region** according to the map he had given them.As for Yun Tianchong's jade slip, other than the paragraph where he boasted to Yun Yiyi about how brave and reliable he was, it also contained the situation of the team under Commander Fu Xuan.
After the twenty-seven *Nascent Soul* cultivators of the *Justice Division*, plus the four *Deification* cultivators including Yun Tianchong encountered the Patriarch and Elders of the ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect, twelve *Nascent Soul* cultivators and one *Deification* cultivator died, and the rest were more or less injured.
At the critical moment, the Demon King arrived as Ye Anping said, and with the excuse of *"You, a group of demonic cultivators, dared to kidnap my disciple"*, he fought with Seven Ghost Tomb in the sky above **Sunset Mountain** for four days and four nights, everything ending with the retreat of the demonic cultivators.
After Ye Anping finished reading the jade slip sent by Yun Yiyi, the tension in his heart finally relaxed.
With that, the matter of the Eastern Great Wall had come to an end.
Although the *Justice Division* suffered heavy casualties, it was not like in the game where all of them died in **Brilliance City**. As for the arrangements made for the *Justice Division* and the memorial services for the dead disciples...
---Let Tong Zilan worry about these things.Ye Anping felt that he had done his best.
This time, in order to save the *Justice Division* and Yun Yiyi, he owed a lot of debts.
Regarding Hu Mu and Xue Tianqiao, he had to think of a way to pluck some hair from Hu Mu's tail and give it to Xue Tianqiao. Otherwise, Xue Tianqiao would definitely tattle on him...
Regarding Si Xuanji, she clearly did not allow him to interfere in the Great Wall's matter. However, after he agreed not to go, he received Li Longling's message and then took Xiao Yunluo and the others to the Eastern Wall.
He would probably have to appease the old lady on his return...
Of course, there must be a way out, and anyway, these things were irrelevant at the moment.
What Ye Anping had not expected, and what he was troubled about, was Gu Mingxin's matter.
...
*Yiii---*
The crane's cry traveled thousands of miles. At the front of the team, flying majestically among the clouds in the desert, Ye Anping sat cross-legged on the crane's back, looking down at the 'right hand' that gently rested on the back of his left hand.
The fingers were delicate and tender, and the skin was as white as cream. It was not the fading white of a severed limb, instead it showed a little pink. The cut section was also covered by a deep red blood aura.
At least in broad daylight, it didn't look scary. It was much better than the severed limbs he saw at the coroner's place when he was young.
Still, Ye Anping really wanted to throw this hand away.
In the past few days, he sat on the back of the red-crowned crane, condensing his energy while the hand hung at his belt. As a result, from time to time, Gu Mingxin's hand suddenly pinched his thigh, startling him.
Gu Mingxin's hand scratched the back of his hand, and, as if sensing that he did not respond, suddenly stood up with the index and middle finger like a little person, slowly moving along his thigh toward his waist...
"..."
Ye Anping let out a long breath, took out a bamboo stick from his storage bag, and hit the back of Gu Mingxin's hand with a 'snap'. Her hand rolled in pain and rubbed the affected side against Ye Anping's thigh as if it was crying out in pain...
Ye Anping felt a little defeated. After thinking for a while, he grabbed her hand, spread her fingers, and wrote on her palm with the bamboo stick:
*---Touch me again and I'll throw it away.*
The hand froze for a moment, then raised its index finger and hooked it, indicating that it understood.
"Sigh..."
Ye Anping sighed softly and lowered his eyes, thinking.
Gu Mingxin's hand could be used to fight against ghost spirits, or fake Gu Mingxin's handwriting to send jade slips to demonic cultivators' forces...
It would certainly be very useful in the **Eastern Region**, but now it could only be used as a figurine and a messenger.
Ye Anping glanced at Feng Yu Die, who was flying at his side, her silver hair fluttering in the wind.
He didn't trust Gu Mingxin, but Si Xuanji did place a bell on her.
Moreover, Gu Mingxin had spared Feng Yu Die's life before. If she hadn't shown mercy, Xiao Tian would have cried...
Then, he would do her a favor and test her at the same time...
Ye Anping smiled faintly and wrote a name on Gu Mingxin's right palm with the bamboo stick.
*"Mo Chi Ling."*
The index finger of the little hand shook its tip slightly as if asking what the name meant.
Ye Anping did not intend to explain. After all, if Gu Mingxin asked Xue'e to look through the *Heavenly Demon Scroll*, there should be some scattered records, although it was most likely an obituary.
---That was the only disciple who escaped with her life from Yu Yan's hands among those he had raised for thousands of years in the ***Heavenly Demon*** Sect. She was also Gu Mingxin's senior sister.
After this, Ye Anping wrapped Gu Mingxin's hand tightly with bandages to prevent her from touching his thigh from thousands of miles away and hung it back to his waist.
Ye Ao, who had been flying on his sword beside the red-crowned crane, saw that he seemed to have finished what he was doing and used the opportunity to come over.
"Anping..."
Ye Anping turned his head and interrupted immediately. "Well, don't ask about this hand, I won't explain it to you."
"I didn't plan to ask, I know you wouldn't tell me anyway." Ye Ao shrugged and looked sideways at Pei Lianxue, who was resting on Ye Anping's back, her eyes closed. He leaned closer and asked softly, "Anping, when are you planning to hold the dual cultivation ceremony with little Pei?"
?
*If your son isn't in a hurry, why are you in a hurry as a father...*
Ye Anping turned his head to look at his sister who was sleeping on his back, then looked at his father's embarrassed smile. "Dad, are you in a hurry?"
"Definitely."
Ye Anping narrowed his eyes slightly. He hesitated to speak, but a mocking smile appeared on his face. "..."
Ye Ao quickly raised his hand to stop him after seeing his gaze, which seemed to see through him. "Yes, yes, yes-- I know you know everything. You don't have anything else to do when you return to the ***Black Star*** Sect, right? I don't care about other things, you two should just quickly hold the dual cultivation ceremony and give me a grandchild."
"...Give it to you or my mother?"
"It's better to give her something to do. Your mother always stays in the ***Hundred Lotus*** Sect and can't see you. When she has nothing to do, she torments me. If this goes on, I won't hold my grandchildren but you'll hold your younger siblings instead."
"..."
For a while, both Ye Anping and Ye Ao were silent.
Ye Anping thought of his mother's face, then glanced sideways at his sister behind him. It was still too early for children, but the dual cultivation ceremony wasn't a bad idea...
However, there was one person he had to avoid during the dual cultivation ceremony.
Ye Anping turned his head to look at Feng Yu Die, who was flying a little further away.
Feng Yu Die seemed to have been secretly looking at his sister. When she saw him looking over, she quickly turned her eyes away, pretending to look at the sky, and then turned to Yun Jiujiu who was lying on the flying sword beside her, drinking.
"Isn't the weather nice today? Jiujiu, why are you still drinking? Where did you get so much wine..."
"Why are you bothering me? Go, go, go..."
...
Since Feng Yu Die had a previous record of ruining marriages in the game, he could not risk sending her an invitation...
However, Xiao Tian would definitely tip her off...
"Sigh..." Ye Anping felt a little distressed. He sighed softly and said, "Let's talk about it when we return to the **Western Region**. There are still many things to do."
"Then, you think about it properly."
"Hmm..."
Ye Anping nodded. After Ye Ao returned to his original position, he turned to look at his sister behind him and smoothed her hair behind her ear.
Indeed, there was plenty of idle time after the Eastern Great Wall incident. It would be good to take this opportunity to hold the dual cultivation ceremony.
The three sisters of the Yun family were going to receive invitations...
Li Longling and Xiao Yunluo as well...
Also, an invitation would go to Miss Xuanji. Let's see whether she came or not...
In addition, there were also Sister Bai and a bunch of Elders from the ***Black Star*** Sect...
"There are quite a lot of people to invite..."
...
*Whoosh---*
Dust rolled in the air as the red-crowned crane and more than twenty flying swords flew with the wind. Soon, they fell behind the desert horizon along with the sun...
