318: walk

Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

Within the Red Dust Immortal Palace, located deep within endless time and space.

A figure with a long sword on his back walked out of the Immortal Palace.

"Junior Brother Zhou."

Someone called out to the person carrying the sword.

Zhou Liye paused.

He turned around and bowed to the person who spoke.

"Senior Brother Wang."

"Junior Brother Zhou, are you going out?"

A Youth Cultivator, appearing to be around thirty years old and with an ordinary appearance, asked Zhou Liye.

"Yes, Revered Master saw that my cultivation had improved, so he specially granted me the Red Dust Walker order."

Zhou Liye did not hide anything.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, on your great progress in cultivation."

The ordinary Cultivator surnamed Wang had a hint of envy on his face.

To be able to become a Red Dust Walker, Junior Brother Zhou must have already broken through the Four Tribulations Realm, comparable to a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

Outside, he could even be called a True Monarch.

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

A slight smile appeared on Zhou Liye's face.

"Since Junior Brother has important matters, Senior Brother will not disturb you further."

"I only hope you will be more careful."

Wang Luan stepped back, his words sincere.

Although they were nominally Disciples of the Red Dust Immortal Palace's Revered Master.

This identity was not that good.

The cultivation method they practiced destined them to be constantly accompanied by tribulations, without a moment's slack.

From entering the Palace until now, not many of those he was familiar with remained.

Therefore, Wang Luan specifically came here to bid him farewell.

"Senior Brother, I will."

"Take care!"

Zhou Liye was silent for a moment, then smiled brightly, bowed, and turned to leave.

The path was his own choice, so he naturally had to walk it bravely... Xuanming Realm.

In an unnamed valley in Huang Prefecture.

Qi Dade ultimately taught Third Elder Miao a lesson.

After all, their statuses were different.

It was better to avoid doing things that made them lose face.

The three did not stay there long.

After some rest, they headed to another part of Huang Prefecture.

Big Boss Qi once again had a premonition.

He just didn't know what kind of harvest it would bring.

Or perhaps they would encounter danger, it was hard to say.

During this period, no forces had casually disturbed the Huang Prefecture, so the three no longer needed to play the role of blocking people's paths... Over a month later.

Qingyang Prefecture.

On Qingyu Peak.

A Nascent Soul remnant soul, noticeably more solid, floated quietly in the air.

Below him, a pot of steaming spirit tea was brewing.

The tea's aroma formed a thin line, inhaled by one of the Nascent Soul's faces through its nose.

In the distant horizon.

The setting sun was like blood, illuminating half the sky red.

The Demon Lord of Suffering savored the tea's aroma and admired the beautiful scenery.

His heart was filled with incomparable contentment.

"It's been hundreds of years, Old Bald Donkey, this Lord has been stuck in that dark, sunless place for hundreds of years."

"Now I can finally enjoy my twilight years."

The Demon Lord of Suffering sighed endlessly.

Behind him.

Bitter Heart's face seemed oblivious.

He closed his eyes and silently chanted scriptures.

After settling down on Qingyu Peak that day.

The Head of the Zhou Family, Zhou Leyi, sent over a jade pendant refined from a fourth-grade soul jade.

Nourished by the heart-returning pendant.

Both of their conditions had improved significantly.

Moreover, that heart-returning pendant could both nourish the soul and provide a dwelling place.

The Demon Lord of Suffering was extremely satisfied.

Bitter Heart remained silent.

Allowing the Demon Lord of Suffering to sigh here and sigh there.

After some time.

Bitter Heart opened his eyes.

The Demon Lord of Suffering also ceased his exclamations.

Both of them looked down towards the base of Qingyu Peak.

A Youth Cultivator, appearing to be in his twenties, slightly thin but with bright, spirited eyes, quickly ascended the mountain.

"Master!"

Zhou Xiangyu knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed three times to the Nascent Soul spirit floating in the air.

"Cough, cough, no need for such ceremony."

The Demon Lord of Suffering's expression became solemn.

His tone became serious.

As if he had returned to his former identity as the awe-inspiring Demonic Lord.

Bitter Heart quietly nodded.

The power of the Nascent Soul extended out.

"A buddha heart and a buddha body, a demonic heart and demonic intent."

"Since they have merged into one and your Foundation has been reshaped, I hope you do not squander this good fortune."

Bitter Heart's voice was filled with compassion.

"Yes, Master, Disciple will remember."

Zhou Xiangyu respectfully agreed, then stood up.

Seeing the steaming spirit tea in front and the serene environment on Qingyu Peak.

Zhou Xiangyu relaxed.

He then stepped forward and spoke with the Demon Lord of Suffering and Bitter Heart.

He described the various situations of the Zhou Family.

That proud demeanor was truly what a young Cultivator of his age should possess.

Not the silent, taciturn appearance of a soul from Hell he had before.

After Zhou Xiangyu awakened.

He frequently came to Qingyu Peak.

His own cultivation had not fallen behind either.

It was just that he no longer needed to be as aggressive as before.

The remaining time was entirely spent accompanying his parents.

His previous decision, the only thing he felt he owed, was his Family and his parents' kindness.

Zhou Xiangyu thought silently.

At the same time, his heart was worried about Jiang Ningchan, who had gone to Hua Prefecture to find her direct Clan members.

He wondered if her trip was smooth.

In Fengyang Prefecture, not far from Qingyang Prefecture.

A large spirit boat slowly flew high in the sky.

On the spirit boat.

A beautiful female Cultivator with a sword at her waist had some worry in her eyes.

"Chan'er, there's no need to worry too much."

An old man with white hair and beard, completely devoid of any Aura but with a straight back, said to the young girl.

"Great-Grandfather."

Jiang Ningchan called softly.

She nodded.

This trip to Hua Prefecture.

Finding her direct Clan members had been relatively smooth.

Along the way, Cultivators who saw her alone and wanted to kill her for her treasures all died under her fu ling sword at her waist.

After finding the Jiang Family members.

Seeing that she was completely fine, everyone was overjoyed.

They agreed to the relocation without even thinking twice.

However, Jiang Ningchan's second uncle, Jiang Hengliu, had not yet returned.

Jiang Ningchan and the Jiang Family members went out to search, which caused the delay.

Although everyone searched diligently, they did not find any trace of Jiang Hengliu.

Everyone had no choice.

They could only follow Jiang Ningchan to Qingyang Prefecture to settle down first.

The spirit boat glided through the high sky.

Several days later.

Zhou Xiangyu received a summons from the Head of the Family.

He immediately descended Qingyu Peak and arrived at the Zhou Family Great Hall on Qingyang Peak.

"Head of the Family."

Zhou Xiangyu bowed to Zhou Leyi.

"Xiang Yu, Miss Jiang is about to arrive."

Zhou Leyi smiled and stood up, came to Zhou Xiangyu's side, and handed him a Jade Slip.

Zhou Xiangyu's eyes lit up at the news.

He bowed again, then took the Jade Slip and began to read it.

It mentioned that the Jiang Family's spirit boat had already entered Qingyang Prefecture territory.

"This time, Miss Jiang is not coming alone."

"You will represent our Zhou Family to welcome her."

"After they are settled, then return to the Clan."

Zhou Leyi said, taking out a Family Head token and handing it over.

With this token, he would have the authority to act expediently not only in Qingyang Prefecture but even throughout Luo Prefecture.

The other three Nascent Soul (Yuan Ying) forces/power level in Luo Prefecture had already submitted calling card/letter of intent, obeying the Old Ancestor's command, daring not to disobey.

"Can you do it?"

Zhou Leyi asked next.

"Yes, Head of the Family."

"Xiang Yu will not fail your trust."

Zhou Xiangyu took the token.

He was then admonished by Zhou Leyi for a bit longer.

Only then did he hastily bid farewell to his parents and two Masters.

And headed down the mountain.