txolops Chapter 87 Han Xiaoliu Goes Missing
Chapter 87 Han Xiaoliu Goes Missing
Three days later, the commotion and fighting on Kuixing Island finally came to a complete end.
The teleportation array was reduced to ruins by a series of devastating attacks, and the order that the Star Palace had maintained for many years collapsed as a result.
Without the protection and restraint of the array formation, this once prosperous island was instantly exposed to the cruelty of the laws of heaven and earth. As an essential springboard for the demon army to attack the inner star sea and encroach on the human heartland, Kui Xing Island was destined to become a bloody battlefield where both sides fought back and forth, and every inch of land was fiercely contested.
The powerful cultivators had already fled, while the remaining rogue cultivators and mortals could only helplessly become victims in this game of heaven and earth, at the mercy of others.
Han Li stood alone on the ruined shore, gazing at the vast, murky sea before him, a sense of unprecedented bewilderment welling up within him.
He had made a promise with Han Xiaoliu that they would go to Tianxing City together after things were settled here. But now the teleportation array was destroyed, he was burdened with the serious crime of killing Elder Gu, and was listed as a kill target by Jiyin Island. His original plan had completely fallen through.
The only option at present is to lay low in a remote place for the time being, and then find an opportunity to sneak back to the old cave to pack up their belongings, and then travel to Tianxing City by merchant ships from other islands.
He calmed himself down and tried to contact Han Xiaoliu through the private chat in "Dreamlike Three Realms" to inquire about her situation and future plans.
However, after searching the void for a long time with his divine sense, the message he sent was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, and he received no response for a long time.
Little did Han Li know that Han Xiaoliu had already been taken hostage by Lei Peng and transported thousands of miles away, crossing an enormous spatial distance, so the method of private communication was naturally completely ineffective.
"It's alright, my brother has many tricks up his sleeve and is full of tricks. He'll definitely get away safely!" Han Li reassured himself silently, then sighed softly and cleared his mind of all distractions.
He led Qu Hun to a deserted island with sparse spiritual energy and few people. With a wave of his hand, he carved out a simple cave dwelling, set up a restriction, and then sat cross-legged to begin a long and lonely period of secluded cultivation.
One year later, the Dreamlike Three Realms will open!
Amidst the swirling spiritual energy of the Lesser Three Realms, a ripple spread through the space. Martial Aunt Hongfu stepped in first, followed by two familiar figures—Song Meng and Zhong Weiniang.
Han Li's gaze narrowed slightly. Although the old friend in front of him had experienced twenty years of trials and tribulations, he still looked the same as he did back then.
Dressed in a martial arts outfit, Song Meng's stubbornness as a martial arts fanatic remained undiminished. Upon seeing Han Li, he strode forward and laughed heartily, "Junior Brother Han, it's been twenty years since we last met! I've been thinking of sparring with you again every day!"
Zhong Weiniang, on the other hand, was much more gentle. She gave a graceful bow, her eyes filled with a smile: "It's been a long time. Junior Brother Han, you are even more charming than before."
She has lost the vivacity and cheerfulness she had in her youth.
Han Li looked at the scene before him, a hint of warmth appearing in his calm eyes, and he sighed softly, "Senior brother, senior sister."
Han Li bowed respectfully, and looking at these senior brothers and sisters who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with him in Huangfeng Valley, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, but the old friends remain the same. This reunion is especially precious on the long road of cultivation.
As the three exchanged pleasantries, Lu Xueqi entered the Dreamlike Minor Realm, where two shocked women appeared behind her.
Yuan Yao! Yan Li!
Everyone entered the dream world one after another, except for Han Xiaoliu, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Has something happened to Father?" Han Baibai and the others searched almost the entire Jianye City, but they still couldn't find Han Xiaoliu.
Even private messages from friends went unanswered, leaving everyone extremely anxious.
It wasn't until they asked Lu Xueqi that they learned that Han Xiaoliu had parted ways with everyone on Kuixing Island a year ago, after which terrifying rumors spread that a great demon had appeared on Kuixing Island and that the island had been completely destroyed.
Even the usually composed Dong Xuan'er was now frowning and looking worried.
Only the newly joined Yanli and Yuanyao were completely immersed in the magic of the Dreamy Little Three Realms Secret Realm. Their beautiful eyes looked around, unable to hide their excitement and curiosity.
"This is the dreamlike Little Three Realms that Sister Xueqi was talking about! Is it really a secret realm? Should we go and take a look around?" Yanli took a step and wanted to explore Jianye City.
It wasn't until Yuan Yao noticed that the other sisters around her were in low spirits that she quickly pulled back her eager senior sister.
The two obediently retreated behind the crowd and quietly inquired about the situation via telepathy.
Seeing the gloomy expressions on everyone's faces, Han Li quickly and gently reassured them, "Don't panic, everyone, everything will be alright."
Everyone turned around, their eyes fixed intently on Han Li, eagerly hoping he could give them a reassuring answer.
Han Li pondered for a moment, then analyzed clearly, "If something really happens to Xiao Liu, this world will also close. So, judging from the current situation, he should just be held back by worldly affairs and unable to come in for the time being!"
"In that case, let's get familiar with Jianye City first!" Hong Fu said, instructing Dong Xuan'er to lead the group and show the new members around.
Hong Fu left Han Li behind and asked him about Han Xiaoliu's situation.
On the fourth day, a private message from Han Xiaoliu's friend broke their somber mood.
"He's unharmed and alive, but his return date is uncertain!"
The mood brightened, and everyone focused on gathering resources and improving their cultivation in the Dreamlike Minor Realm!
……
Han Xiaoliu watched Lei Peng, who was training the Great Roc King to hunt, from afar, and couldn't help but feel a surge of relief.
Ever since he was captured by this ferocious bird, he has been like a mouse caught in a cat's claws, constantly flirting with death and suffering.
But Han Xiaoliu also keenly sensed that Lei Peng did not want to kill him; it had a deeper calculation—it was repeatedly confirming whether he had really helped it conceive offspring.
Since that's the case, Han Xiaoliu immediately chose to "lie flat" and obediently let the other party take him on a desperate journey.
As long as I can survive, everything else is irrelevant!
At worst, I'll just play the submissive role again; if all else fails, I'll die in its presence!
Han Xiaoliu has always been a master of flexibility and even death!
Time flies, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
With the help of the Great Roc King and the summoned Spirit Sound Bird hatching one after another, Han Xiaoliu, relying on the shameless method of "coercing the cubs to command the Thunder Roc", not only obtained the Thunder Roc's valuable knowledge accumulated over the years, but also gained a top-notch dad who personally taught the two little ones the inheritance of skills.
If it weren't for Feng hope relentlessly pursuing him, causing his learning progress to be delayed again and again, Han Xiaoliu would probably have already made a hasty retreat with his two new companions.
At this moment, Han Xiaoliu watched as Lei Peng, like an old father, shamelessly taught the Great Roc King his skills, moves, and hunting techniques, a sight that was truly touching.
Lei Peng, who was usually so imposing, had now suppressed all his ferocity and arrogance.
It carefully retracted its claws, which were sharp enough to tear the heavens and the earth apart, and used only the gentlest force to dismantle the killing technique again and again, for fear that it might hurt the tender chicks if it was not careful.
Whenever the Roc King showed even the slightest sign of fatigue, its eyes would reveal undisguised anxiety and heartache, wishing it could pour all its life's learning and all its extraordinary skills into the child's body in that one day and night.
It's like a clumsy yet affectionate old father, or a sycophantic "lapdog" circling around its offspring.
Those soft, low calls were no longer the roars that shook the mountains and forests, but rather full of patient, persuasive guidance.
It desperately wanted to teach its child how to survive in the cruel world. The urgency of wanting to die and fight for its child revealed the softest and most selfless paternal love in this once arrogant and fierce bird.
"It's catching up, we should go!"
Lei Peng turned around abruptly, his pupils reflecting the terrifying demonic aura rolling in from hundreds of miles away. His expression hardened, and he turned and waved his hand, his giant claws creating a gust of wind that instantly gripped Han Xiaoliu firmly in his palm. Then, his movements suddenly became gentle, carefully moving the Great Peng King into his other outstretched hand.
"I want to go back to my spirit beast pouch! It's so windy and noisy outside!" The Roc King impatiently flapped its wings twice within the broad palm lines of the Thunder Roc, raised its tender little head, and shouted at the top of its lungs, "Hurry up and have Han Xiaoliu take me back!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lei Peng immediately opened his palm, a faint light flashing at his fingertips, and released the restriction on Han Xiaoliu's body.
Han Xiaoliu stretched his stiff limbs, a fawning smile instantly spreading across his face. He rubbed his hands together tentatively and said, "Senior, should we discuss this? How about we skip the restriction? You see, I can't run away now, I'll definitely be obedient and won't run off!"
However, the moment Dapeng King transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the spirit beast pouch with satisfaction, Lei Peng's gentle expression vanished instantly.
Its eyes turned cold, and without hesitation, it formed a hand seal with one hand, instantly unleashing a powerful binding spell that tightly bound Han Xiaoliu. It then lifted him up and continued its desperate escape into the distance!
"Boy, nothing you say will work now. Just go to sleep!"
With Lei Peng's cold, low shout, Han Xiaoliu felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his vision went black, and before he could even utter a word of begging for mercy, he once again fell into a deep coma. Love.