257: Separation

Zhou Luo took the token; it was rectangular, with smooth edges and a cold feel.

On the front of the token, a complex rune pattern was carved, each line like a vein of Life, flowing with mysterious power.

The back, however, was engraved with the two large characters “Ten Thousand Gu”, the script dim, without the slightest power fluctuation.

He tried injecting spiritual energy, and the next second the token emitted a faint silver glow, like a fragment of a Star.

Yao Wu stared at him, wondering what her Master had said to him.

"Gu Master Zhu, thank you."

Zhou Luo didn't need to verify the authenticity of the token; the aura it emitted was already extraordinary.

"This is what you deserve; I will have Yao Wu give you some more things later."

Zhu Quancheng's voice had become extremely soft, but everyone was an Immortal, so they could naturally hear clearly.

Zhou Luo put away the token and left.

Stepping out of the courtyard, he found that Wang Lang was actually waiting at the entrance.

He saw the fellow blink and say, "Is Old Man Zhu entrusting his orphan before his death?"

"You are quite smart."

Zhou Luo didn't deny it.

Wang Lang smiled and shook his head: "This is a very normal thing, but I heard Old Man Zhu is a top Gu Master, you must have gotten a lot of good things."

Hearing this, Zhou Luo's eyes darkened, and he stared at him with a serious expression: "Don't talk nonsense."

If this kind of thing were to spread, it would definitely attract the covetousness of others.

Especially the Joyful Union Sect.

He still didn't know why the Joyful Union Sect had targeted their Master and disciple, and it was said that the other party had also snatched a special Gu.

If they knew that Zhu Quancheng had entrusted his orphan to him, even if he didn't get anything, it would be hard to avoid being resented.

He had clashed with the Joyful Union Sect and knew that this group of Evil Cultivators had a deep foundation and many powerful individuals; it was best not to interact with them if possible.

His original intention was just to maintain normal interactions with Yao Wu.

Apart from that token, he could even choose not to take anything else.

Wang Lang immediately realized he had overstepped and shrank his head, muttering softly, "I hope you can get some good things, so that when I exchange for that bell later, you can charge less Spirit Stone."

"You're thinking too much; if you don't work hard to advance to a top Spiritual Talisman Master, there's nothing to exchange." Zhou Luo said irritably.

Currently, Wang Lang was only a High Grade Spiritual Talisman Master, and because this skill was easier to learn than the other three major skills, there were quite a few people in the entire Immortal City who possessed it.

With his current earning ability, without an Opportunity, it was unknown when he would be able to gather the items needed to exchange for a top-grade magic tool.

Wang Lang was speechless.

He actually had decent talent in Talisman Crafting and had gone to the Immortal Sect many times to study, having already reached the High Grade level before the age of forty.

It was just a pity that advancing to a top Spiritual Talisman Master was not that easy, and now, nearing the age of seventy, he still couldn't find the way.

Zhou Luo walked towards his own house, not forgetting to send another voice transmission to remind the other party before leaving: "Don't reveal a single word about today's matter."

"Brother Zhou, I know." Wang Lang said with a serious face.

Back in the courtyard, Zhou Luo informed Lin Xi about Yao Wu's situation.

Now, with the help of the Dragon-Phoenix Union Art, their relationship was becoming increasingly intimate, and their Souls were becoming more compatible.

This was the benefit brought by this Cultivation art.

It could subtly deepen the intimacy between the two parties cultivating it.

After listening, Lin Xi sighed, "Things are unpredictable; since Husband doesn't plan to get too deeply involved, it's correct to just accept the token."

Zhou Luo nodded in agreement: "I thought so too, and the people from the Joyful Union Sect are probably still watching in the dark."

Until he understood the Joyful Union Sect's intentions, he would not casually accept Yao Wu; at most, he would help with small matters on a daily basis.

Bang bang—

Just then, a clear knocking sound rang out.

Zhou Luo and Lin Xi exchanged glances, while Li Ying, who was in the courtyard, quickly stepped forward to open the courtyard door.

"Oh, where is Zhou Alchemist?" A surprised voice came from outside.

Zhou Luo got up and walked outside; it was Xu Tian, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Today, she was wearing a gorgeous cloud dress, still revealing a large expanse of white, looking extremely charming.

Her beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at Zhou Luo walking out, and then she saw Lin Xi beside him, her heart sinking.

"Zhou Alchemist, who are these two?" Xu Tian chuckled softly.

"They are my wives and concubines, do you need something?" Zhou Luo inquired.

Xu Tian smiled faintly: "So Zhou Alchemist already has Daoist friends; it's nothing, I just returned from wandering and brought Zhou Alchemist some small gifts."

Saying that, she took out a wooden box and handed it over.

Zhou Luo didn't take it: "Daoist friend Xu, you've gone to great lengths; I appreciate your intention, but please take back this gift."

Xu Tian smiled charmingly: "Is Zhou Alchemist being so distant? Is it perhaps because of your two Daoist friends?"

"That's not the case; I just don't like to accept gifts from others without reason." Zhou Luo shook his head.

"Alright, since Daoist friend Zhou is so polite, then forget it, but this time please help me refine a few more Pills." Xu Tian blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze flowing, extremely seductive.

Zhou Luo did not refuse.

After sending the other party away, Lin Xi came to his side and said softly, "This woman seems to have a good impression of you."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see this.

However, Lin Xi wasn't jealous; she just felt that the other party was not weak in strength, and if she could marry over, it would be good.

"She is not simple; you and Li Ying should interact less with her on a daily basis." Zhou Luo said seriously.

...

Two days later, Zhu Quancheng breathed his last.

Zhou Luo and Wang Lang, as well as the surrounding neighbors, all went to offer their condolences.

Yao Wu stayed in front of the mourning hall, distraught, while Wang Lang and his three women took charge of arranging guests and other matters.

According to reason, this matter should have been done by Zhou Luo.

However, after he promised Wang Lang fifty Spirit Stone, Wang Lang took full responsibility.

In front of the mourning hall, Zhou Luo looked at Yao Wu kneeling on the prayer mat and said softly, "The dead cannot be resurrected; please restrain your grief."

Yao Wu lowered her head, only two tear streaks left on her beautiful face; she tightly clutched her skirt hem and whispered, "I must avenge Master."

Zhou Luo remained silent.

In this kind of matter, as an outsider, he really couldn't offer much advice, only simply saying a few words about diligently cultivating and not letting down her Master's expectations, and so on.

Finally, he said that if she encountered difficulties, she could come across to find him, and even if he wasn't there, Lin Xi would be.

This was the first time Yao Wu had heard the name of Zhou Luo's wife; her heart was touched, and in the end, she just nodded silently.

The funeral was held for three days and three nights; Wang Lang handled it grandly, so much so that those who didn't know would have thought it was his Master returning to the sky.

In the Cultivation world's funerals, unless it was a large Family or large force, ordinary Cultivators generally cremated the body and then preserved the ashes.

When Zhu Quancheng was cremated, Yao Wu cried uncontrollably, constantly recalling the moments she had spent with her Master, and was heartbroken.

Back then, when she was a girl of just over ten years old, in that small mountain village where boys were favored over girls, she was always disliked by her parents, especially after giving birth to a younger brother; her Family even considered her a burden.

It wasn't until she met her Master that he gave her the kind of love a senior would, and it allowed her to gradually emerge from the pain of her childhood.

She had long since regarded him as her only relative.

Now that this relative had suddenly passed away, she, a young girl in her twenties, simply couldn't bear it.

Zhou Luo stood to the side, silently watching all of this, a ripple also forming in his heart.