493: Make an agreement

What are your plans for the future?

The salty sea breeze hit their faces. Zhou Yunxing and Zhou Yunqi remained silent for a moment before Zhou Yunxing asked Qi Yifei.

"Heh... My elders and many brothers and sisters all died at the hands of the enemy. As the last survivor, I should avenge them... It's just... the enemy is too strong. If we hadn't met you two Fellow Daoists this time, just the Twentyeighth Young Master alone would have pushed us into a desperate situation. Talk of revenge is nothing but a joke..."

"As for the future, I don't know either..."

Qi Yifei gave a bitter smile, his expression growing increasingly desolate. In the past few years, he did have plans for revenge, but this recent encounter completely shattered his confidence.

A single profligate son of the Great Yu Dynasty could make them almost nowhere to escape, and within the Great Yu Dynasty, there were countless individuals like the Twentyeighth Young Master or even more powerful than the Twentyeighth Young Master.

With the strength of him and his sister, how could they even talk about revenge?

"Big Brother, if it weren't for me..."

Seeing Qi Yifei grow increasingly desolate, Qi Yiyu felt even more remorseful. She dreamt countless times of that past moment, wishing so much that she hadn't made that decision.

However, the past was gone, and everything had already become a foregone conclusion.

"Little Sister, it's not your fault. This world is just like this. The strong are revered, and the weak have no control over their own fate."

Qi Yifei's desolate expression receded, and he shook his head.

Listening to their words, both Zhou Yunxing and Zhou Yunqi felt a stir in their hearts, but they didn't say anything more.

Helping them this time was already an irrational act; as for anything else, they couldn't do anything.

"Big Brother, Big Sister."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind the four of them.

Zhou Yunxing and the others' hearts stirred. They turned around and saw the seven- or eight-year-old boy who had run out of the house earlier, carefully walking towards them with a bowl of clear soup in his hand.

"Xiao Hai, give it to me."

A slight smile appeared on Zhou Yunqi's face. She responded, took a few steps forward, and took the bowl of clear soup.

"It's for you."

Zhou Yunqi handed the clear soup in her hand to Zhou Yunxing.

Zhou Yunxing was puzzled. Although he subconsciously took it, his eyes showed some doubt as he looked at Zhou Yunqi.

"This is the medicine Grandma brewed. It's good for Big Brother's injuries."

Without Zhou Yunqi needing to explain, the seven- or eight-year-old boy named Xiao Hai said loudly, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yunxing, as if he wanted to personally see Zhou Yunxing drink the clear soup.

"You were quite seriously injured. The fact that you recovered so quickly has a lot to do with the medicine Grandma brewed."

Zhou Yunqi also smiled and nodded, then added.

"No wonder..."

Zhou Yunxing was startled. No wonder when he woke up, he only felt that his magical power was scarce, and there were no other injuries to his Meridians or anything else.

His last attack before he fell unconscious, which detonated the imitation of the Thousand Peaks Fan and the attack sealed within the folding fan, was extremely powerful, but it harmed both others and himself. He was probably injured in his Meridians, yet he recovered in just over a month.

"Thank you, Xiao Hai."

Zhou Yunxing thought, smiled slightly at Xiao Hai, thanked him, and then drank the clear soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"Hmm?"

As soon as the clear soup entered his mouth, a cool sensation began to spread throughout his body, and a feeling of comfort arose spontaneously.

"Truly extraordinary..."

Zhou Yunxing felt much more comfortable all over. This clear soup had the same wonderful effect as their healing Medicinal Pills, but it was even gentler.

That Grandma must not be an ordinary person... Zhou Yunxing thought of many things. Although he had not met the Grandma who saved them, he had already classified her as a reclusive master in his heart.

"Xiao Hai, I wonder if we can go and pay our respects to Grandma?"

Zhou Yunxing handed the stone bowl back to Xiao Hai and asked.

"Hmm..."

Hearing Zhou Yunxing's question, Xiao Hai frowned. After a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"No, Grandma rarely shows herself. Without Grandma's permission, we can't see Grandma."

Xiao Hai shook his head and said that although he brought the clear soup back, he hadn't seen Grandma either.

"I see..."

Zhou Yunxing looked at Zhou Yunqi beside him and saw a look on Zhou Yunqi's face that said, 'I told you so.'

Zhou Yunxing rubbed his nose and gave a bitter smile. He had to try it out first.

As dusk approached, the island fishermen who had been fishing on the coast gradually headed back into the island.

Zhou Yunxing and the others didn't stay outside for long either and turned to return to the houses on the island.

All four of their injuries had not fully recovered and still required individual recuperation.

Several days later.

On a large rock on the small island.

"Big Brother, what's it like outside?"

Xiao Hai, with rosy cheeks, sat beside Zhou Yunxing, tilting his head to ask Zhou Yunxing.

"Outside..."

Zhou Yunxing fell into contemplation. This question was indeed difficult to answer. Compared to the outside, this small island was like a paradise, where people fished at sunrise and rested at sunset, living a simple yet fulfilling life. The outside, however, was full of strife and slaughter.

Even powerful Cultivators faced the danger of dying at any time, not to mention ordinary mortals. A mere aftershock from a magical battle could cause millions of deaths.

Perhaps this was why that Grandma had set up a Formation to isolate this small island from the outside world.

Zhou Yunxing speculated that they considered the invisible barrier covering the small island to be a Formation they didn't recognize.

"The outside is not as good as it is here."

Zhou Yunxing thought for a moment. If one were to live here forever, it would also be a kind of happiness.

"Really? But I want to go out and see, but Grandma definitely won't allow it."

Xiao Hai's big eyes showed a hint of longing upon hearing this.

Children always want to grow up quickly, just as they want to see the scenery they've never seen before.

"Then, when Grandma allows it, how about I come and pick you up?"

Looking at Xiao Hai, who was seven or eight years old, about the same age as his Clan's younger relatives, Zhou Yunxing smiled slightly and said seriously.

"Okay!"

Xiao Hai's eyes lit up.

"Then let's make a promise."

As if afraid Zhou Yunxing would go back on his word, Xiao Hai's eyes darted around, and he quickly added.

In a child's world, a promise made is something that must be fulfilled.

"Okay, then let's make a promise."

"Count me in too."

At this moment, Zhou Yunqi came from behind with a smile, adding a soft remark.

Having been on this island for over a month, she really liked Xiao Hai, who was enthusiastic, kind, and generous, occasionally showing a blush of embarrassment. Although the blush might not be visible under the rouge, it certainly wouldn't escape the eyes of Cultivators like them.

"Hehe... I'm going to tell Ah Niu and the others."

Xiao Hai sprang up, said something to the two of them, and then quickly ran off into the distance.

"Slow down."

Zhou Yunqi smiled and called out, waving at the retreating figure.

"How are your injuries?"

After Xiao Hai's figure completely disappeared.

Zhou Yunqi turned around and asked Zhou Yunxing.

"They're almost healed."

Zhou Yunxing nodded, extended his hand, and felt his magical power circulating within his body without any discomfort.

He had many healing and magical power-restoring Spirit Pills in his Storage Pouch, and with the help of the Spirit Medicine brewed by the mysterious Grandma, his internal injuries had almost recovered despite only having woken up for a few days.

"Yunqi, there don't seem to be any Cultivators on the island."

After Zhou Yunxing finished speaking, as if he had thought of something, he said to Zhou Yunqi.

After observing for these past few days, he hadn't found the presence of any Cultivators on the island.

This was just an ordinary island, yet there was a mysterious Grandma and that mysterious Formation covering it.

There must be some secret behind this.

"Fellow Daoist Qi and I have also investigated this matter."

"Aside from Grandma, there are no Cultivators on the island."

Zhou Yunqi nodded.

"That shouldn't be..."

Zhou Yunxing frowned, feeling a little puzzled.

"Here, not cultivating seems to be a good thing."

Zhou Yunqi sighed softly, feeling a little emotional.

Cultivation meant strife, and it wasn't as beautiful as it seemed.

Not all Cultivators had the background of a powerful aristocratic family.

Even aristocratic families still had more powerful forces above them.

"That's true."

Zhou Yunxing nodded. This place was so peaceful, perhaps because there was no need for cultivation.

As the two conversed, the sun completely sank below the horizon.