332: Qingyang Society

"Yes, Palace Master."

The sudden voice made Liye's heart clench.

Although he hadn't fully reacted, it didn't stop him from agreeing first.

The languid, clear female voice disappeared.

Zhou Liye regained his senses.

He held the Red Dust Walker token in his hand.

The events of this period flashed through his mind.

The final image in his mind was of when he left the Sacred Seal Sect.

Although the cultivation of Disciples of the Red Dust Immortal Palace was always accompanied by tribulation.

This time, however, it wasn't like that; it was specifically aimed at him, intending for him to die without a burial place.

"Sacred Seal Sect..."

Now that a problem had arisen, looking back, the subtle detail he had initially overlooked became clear.

Zhou Liye didn't dare to delay.

He quickly swallowed several Medicinal Pills.

He flew towards the immortal mountain where the Sacred Seal Sect was located... Beyond the mist-shrouded mountains.

Zhou Liye's figure stopped.

His face was extremely solemn.

The previously Immortal Qi-filled spiritual land, though seemingly unchanged, lacked that most crucial hint of Life Qi.

The entire mountain blessed land was silent.

As if an invisible curtain blocked all sound.

Zhou Liye focused his mind.

He slowly flew in.

"A realm without people..."

Inside the Sacred Seal Sect.

Zhou Liye's face was filled with shock.

He had entered the Sacred Seal Sect unimpeded.

There were no Formation defenses, no Disciples, no Elders.

Even the Spirit Beasts he had seen being raised previously were gone without a trace.

"Is this... the Palace Master's method?"

Zhou Liye's emotions were indescribable.

But he wasn't feeling injustice for the Sacred Seal Sect; the Sacred Seal Sect had tried to kill him.

He naturally wouldn't feel pity.

He sighed deeply.

Zhou Liye didn't linger.

He searched the entire Sacred Seal Sect.

In the ancestral land of the Sacred Seal Sect's back mountain, he found remnants of special resources that should have been offered to the Red Dust Immortal Palace.

Recalling Sect Master Zhang's expression that day.

Zhou Liye finally understood completely.

Having tidied everything up.

Zhou Liye soared into the air.

He prepared to return to the Red Dust Immortal Palace to report.

As for which Sect or Family would take over the Sacred Seal Sect's territory and resources, since there were no instructions, he naturally didn't need to worry about it.

Moreover, the Eastern Barren is so vast.

Sects, Families, and various forces are as numerous as ox hair.

The disappearance of one wouldn't even cause a ripple... Xuanming Realm.

Great Buddha Domain.

Zhou Xiangyu and Jiang Ningchan had been staying in the Kushan Temple on Songbai Peak.

Occasionally, they would descend the mountain.

The rest of the time.

They cultivated in Kushan Temple.

Cultivation is also about cultivating the heart.

Now, Kong Bai had already embarked on the path of cultivation.

His daily tasks had increased by one.

However, even though Kong Bai had initially witnessed that miraculous power.

He had not forgotten his roots.

Besides diligently reciting scriptures and entering meditation, he would go down the mountain and fully utilize what he had learned.

Over time.

The name of Great Master Kong Bai of Kushan Temple also spread.

This attracted some unnecessary attention.

But it did not affect Kushan Temple.

The Demon Lord of Suffering and Bitter Heart, apart from occasionally appearing to guide Zhou Xiangyu, spent the rest of their time at the summit of Songbai Peak, drinking pure Qi, savoring the brilliant sun, and enjoying heaven and earth.

Sword Domain.

Qingyang Prefecture.

On Qingyang Peak.

Zhou Xiuyuan had rarely shown his face since the day he sparred with Zhou Xiutong.

He would only emerge from his seclusion when there were tasks arranged by the Family.

Each time, he completed his tasks with extremely high efficiency, astonishing the younger generation of the Zhou Family Disciples.

In the Cultivation Manual Tower.

Zhou Leren felt something.

After his name was engraved on the ancestral stele.

His Physique had improved by several folds.

Perhaps in a few more years, he could advance further.

Therefore, he had been stationed in the Cultivation Manual Tower, comprehending cultivation techniques, refining his cultivation, and sensing the essence of the Golden Core.

The Disciples of the Zhou Family each performed their duties.

As time went on.

Without the Zhou Family deliberately developing it.

The Zhou Family's sphere of influence also gradually grew.

Loose Cultivators wishing to join the Zhou Family came in an endless stream.

Not far below Qingyang Peak.

A special market had long since formed due to the numerous Cultivators.

Many Cultivators came and went in the market.

To prevent ill-intentioned individuals from appearing.

Zhou Leyi had no choice but to assign people to take over.

He dispatched Zhou Mingyi, Zhou Mingrui, Zhou Mingyuan, Zhou Ming'e, and Zhou Mingjie to guard the market.

The market was officially renamed Qingyang Market.

Before long, it became the most famous market in the surrounding several states.

Some precious and rare treasures occasionally leaked out from the Zhou Family, attracting the pursuit of numerous Cultivators.

Every month or so.

foundation establishment pills would be sold in the market.

And with the Zhou Family's reputation backing it.

As long as it was within the Zhou Family's territory.

Even if one acquired a foundation establishment pill, few dared to covet it.

This monthly foundation establishment pill event gradually became a fixed occurrence.

It was called the Qingyang Assembly by the Cultivators.

Attending the Qingyang Assembly also became a daily routine and topic of conversation for many Cultivators.

On Qingyang Peak.

Zhou Dingze and Zhou Dingyang also began their seclusion.

Only with comparable cultivation could they stand on the same level to converse.

This was a truth Zhou Dingze had always understood.

Without needing others to teach him.

Especially after Li Shuwu's Core Formation.

His cultivation became even more diligent.

Barren State.

In the Xuan She Tribe.

Zhou Xiutong already knew about the impending Xutuo Ancient Realm.

Although she was confident that she would not lose to others.

Her Early Golden Core Stage strength was already considerable in this small place.

But compared to the elite Disciples of other Soul Transformation forces.

She was still somewhat lacking.

Zhou Xiutong's seclusion chamber.

Thunder and lightning occasionally materialized.

Yet, they were restrained and not unleashed, circulating within the secret chamber.

This startled Big Boss Qi and the other two who occasionally passed by.

Especially Third Elder Miao.

His mouth twitched even more.

The first time they met.

She almost knocked him to the ground.

Looking at her current might.

He probably wouldn't be a match for that pair of massive precious bead even if several of him came.

If they were enemies, his fate would only be to be buried deep underground.

"Freak..."

Big Boss Qi and the other two secretly grumbled.

Having joined the Zhou Family for several years, they naturally knew how young the little girl, deeply favored by the Old Ancestor, was, how high her cultivation was, and how strong her power was.

"Can't compare, can't compare..."

Second Mother Dou's alluring voice was no longer alluring.

Only bitterness remained.

The three felt the same way.

They decided to stay away from Zhou Xiutong's Immortal Cave.

The newly advanced Golden Core True Person, Zhou Liyue, did not go into seclusion.

She found it difficult to advance further in a short period.

Therefore, she spent her time on the younger generation of Zhou Family Disciples.

She traveled between Qingyang Peak and the Xuan She Tribe.

Preaching and teaching methods to the younger generation of Zhou Family Disciples.

At the same time, she cultivated the Dao of Formation.

Her Formation cultivation had now reached the third stage.

She could initially use the power of heaven and earth as a Formation.

Wherever she was, it was a killing Formation.

Xuan She Tribe, beside the Wuqi River.

A pavilion stood silently.

Inside the pavilion.

A figure gazed at the river, painting.

Scrolls of paintings hung within the pavilion.

Forming unique screens.

Zhou Liyue would occasionally come here.

And converse with Zhou Licheng.

At the bottom of the Wuqi River.

A giant black snake slowly exhaled and inhaled Spiritual Qi from the Void Realm.

A precious bead, like a divine needle stabilizing the sea, suppressed the surging Wuqi River, emitting a faint, deep blue precious light.

The precious bead was silent.

Years flowed by.

Without rest, day or night.

In a blink, five years had passed.