319: Both formed their cores

Half a month later.

Zhou Xiangyu returned to Qingyang Peak with Jiang Ningchan, Jiang Ningchan's Great-Grandfather, and several other members of the Jiang Family.

Jiang Ningchan's Great-Grandfather was of extremely high seniority and was the helmsman of Jiang Ningchan's lineage.

Zhou Leren and Zhou Leyi received them together.

After expressing their gratitude and a wish for eternal friendship,

Jiang Ningchan's Great-Grandfather left with the Jiang Family members.

They returned to Feiyan Peak, the place where the Jiang Family was established.

As for Jiang Ningchan, she stayed behind to express her gratitude to Profound Venerable for saving her life.

Zhou Leren and Zhou Leyi found this amusing.

They did not expose the girl's intentions.

However, Zhou Xiangyu seemed to genuinely believe her words.

He was considering how he could take Jiang Ningchan to pay respects to the Old Ancestor.

The Old Ancestor was not someone you could just meet whenever you wanted.

Zhou Xiangyu was troubled.

Jiang Ningchan followed closely behind Zhou Xiangyu, looking pretty and lively.

She eagerly observed everything in the Zhou Family.

When she encountered other Zhou Family Disciples, she did not shy away, greeting them openly and generously.

This made some of Zhou Xiangyu's Clan brothers of the same generation extremely envious.

The two walked along.

Jiang Ningchan met Zhou Xiangyu's parents.

After receiving many gifts,

she came to Qingyu Peak, her face flushed.

The floating Demon Lord of Suffering looked at the two figures, one in front and one behind.

He felt a strange bitterness in his heart.

Thinking back to those years... "Alas..."

The Demon Lord of Suffering sighed deeply.

Jiang Ningchan temporarily settled down on Qingyu Peak.

Time passed.

Over a month later.

A figure appeared at the foot of Qingyang Peak.

Dressed in a long green robe embroidered with stars, a Storage Pouch and jade pendant hanging from his waist, the handsome Seventh Young Master of Xingai Grotto-Heaven presented his calling card/letter of intent.

He waited quietly at the foot of Qingyang Peak.

Inside the Zhou Family Great Hall.

Zhou Leyi looked at the calling card/letter of intent in his hand with some confusion.

Although the Seventh Young Master of Xingai Grotto-Heaven had presented a calling card/letter of intent, he wasn't looking for him, the Head of the Zhou Family.

"How could this Seventh Young Master have any connection with Xiang Yu?"

Zhou Leyi couldn't figure it out.

He instructed the Disciple waiting outside the hall.

He transferred the calling card/letter of intent to Qingyu Peak.

On Qingyu Peak.

Zhou Xiangyu, who had just finished his cultivation and was brewing spiritual tea for the Demon Lord of Suffering and Bitter Heart, felt puzzled.

Beside him, Jiang Ningchan, who was helping Zhou Xiangyu, was also at a loss.

On that day at the Jiang Family,

she was the last to escape.

She didn't know the details.

However, the two did not neglect their duties.

They offered an apology.

They came down the mountain.

They saw the Seventh Young Master, who was admiring the scenery with his hands behind his back.

"Seventh Young Master."

Zhou Xiangyu and Jiang Ningchan bowed together.

"No need to be so polite."

The Seventh Young Master waved his hand, his eyes smiling and curving into crescent moons.

"No need to call me Seventh Young Master, just call me Qing Li."

"Fellow Daoist Qing Li."

Zhou Xiangyu and the other were confused, but they followed the Seventh Young Master's suggestion.

"Please!"

Zhou Xiangyu gestured for them to enter.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, Fellow Daoist Jiang, please."

The Seventh Young Master also turned sideways and extended a hand in a bow, trying to maintain a serious demeanor.

Looking at the Seventh Young Master, who was younger than Zhou Xiangxu, and his appearance, Zhou Xiangyu's mouth curved into a slight smile.

"I have no other hobbies, I just like to make friends."

"That day, I saw you, for the sake of your beloved, dared to face those high and mighty Nascent Soul Cultivators."

"I knew then that I had to be friends with you."

The Seventh Young Master, Qing Li, spoke with an old-fashioned air.

Zhou Xiangyu, however, was embarrassed by these words.

He secretly glanced at Jiang Ningchan and saw that her face was also slightly red.

His heart couldn't help but flutter.

"Speaking of which, I also helped out that day."

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhou noticed?"

The Seventh Young Master continued to speak to himself.

But after a while, he didn't hear a reply.

He turned to look.

He found that Zhou Xiangyu and the other's faces were slightly red, and their minds were elsewhere.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, Fellow Daoist Zhou?"

The Seventh Young Master was puzzled, could they be so distracted?

"Ah, ah, I know, I know."

"It must have been Fellow Daoist Qing Li, that's why the Third Young Master spoke up to help that day."

"Such kindness, I am eternally grateful!"

At this moment, Zhou Xiangyu had also recovered his senses.

That day, the Third Young Master had inexplicably spoken up to help.

But there had been no opportunity to meet him since, so there was no chance to express gratitude.

He hadn't expected it was because of the Seventh Young Master.

"Hehe, it's nothing."

The Seventh Young Master scratched his nose awkwardly.

With his hands behind his back, he walked up the mountain, feeling refreshed.

Behind him.

Jiang Ningchan and Zhou Xiangyu exchanged glances.

They laughed silently.

At the summit.

The Demon Lord of Suffering said to Bitter Heart with a strange expression.

"Heh heh, Old Bald Donkey, someone else has finally arrived."

The Demon Lord of Suffering sighed with an unclear meaning.

Watching the two of them flirt every day was truly tiresome.

Now that there was one more person to accompany them, it was much better.

At the same time.

Xuan She Tribe.

In the Void Realm.

"Fellow Daoist Mo."

A voice came from within the Void Realm.

At the bottom of the river, Mo Xuan's true body swayed.

It merged into the Void Realm.

In the dark, cold, and timeless void.

A massive snake shadow outlined itself.

A figure covered in starlight saw the snake shadow.

He cupped his hands and said.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I came uninvited, please forgive me."

"Fellow Daoist Mu, you overstate it."

Mo Xuan returned the bow.

"May I ask, Fellow Daoist, what is the purpose of your visit?"

Mo Xuan felt a slight doubt in his heart.

"I came this time to ask for a spot for my Disciple."

Venerable Xingai's face softened.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xuan understood Venerable Xingai's meaning.

He nodded and agreed.

"Of course."

Although this person was quite secretive,

that was understandable.

He himself hid even more.

Moreover, he had sent such a grand congratulatory gift before.

Although the Zhou Family had returned the favor, it was still not comparable to the generosity of the vast Xingai Grotto-Heaven.

"In that case, I thank Fellow Daoist Mo."

Venerable Xingai cupped his hands in thanks.

Then, the starlight dissipated, and his true body departed.

"It should be for that Seventh Disciple."

"To come personally, he truly values him quite a bit..."

Mo Xuan pondered in his heart.

The giant snake shadow returned to the bottom of the Wuqi River.

A formidable opponent arrived on Qingyu Peak.

Zhou Xiangyu and the Seventh Young Master both had Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivation.

The two often sparred.

Zhou Xiangyu lost more than he won.

Since reshaping his Foundation,

Zhou Xiangyu's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

The Seventh Young Master was a bit depressed.

How long had it been?

His strength was almost catching up to him.

Although he was younger.

The resources and conditions he enjoyed were not comparable to Zhou Xiangyu's.

The Seventh Young Master couldn't stay any longer.

He felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Ten-some days later.

He bid farewell and left.

He planned to return to Xingai Grotto-Heaven for secluded cultivation.

Zhou Xiangyu felt a bit melancholic.

He hadn't expected that despite his efforts, he was still no match for the Seventh Young Master, who was several years younger than him.

Zhou Xiangyu's thoughts raced.

He thought of his two Masters.

Bitter Heart's lineage was single-transmitted.

Although he had a Disciple, he was not a true Buddhist Cultivator.

"Perhaps, I should make a trip to the Buddhist Domain."

"Not only to see the world, but also to select Disciples and pass down the name and Legacy of Kushan Temple..."

An idea was forming in Zhou Xiangyu's mind.

Several months later.

With the Clan's permission, Zhou Xiangyu, wearing the heart-returning pendant, set off on a journey with Jiang Ningchan.

Jiang Ningchan accompanied Zhou Xiangyu to investigate her second uncle's whereabouts along the way.

And on this very day.

On Qingyang Peak, Sword Qi soared into the sky.

Within the Xuan She Tribe, thunder snakes danced wildly.

Zhou Xiuyuan and Zhou Xiutong of the Zhou Family both achieved Core Formation at the same time.

Condensing the Golden Core, forming the Golden Core, they became Immortal Masters!