325: Wang brothers and sisters

Outside Nanyu City, at the peak of a solitary mountain with ancient, towering trees.

Light and shadows flickered, and three figures—one large and two small—suddenly appeared.

“Little ones,” Xiao Zhuo’s gaze swept over the young man and woman who had just stabilized themselves from the spatial displacement, slightly disheveled and sitting on the ground. His tone carried a hint of playfulness, “You two, your backgrounds must be extraordinary, correct?”

The young man’s heart trembled. Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Zhuo waved his hand, cutting him off: “No need to panic. The Yin Sha in your sister’s body has seeped into her bones. It must have been caused by Taiyi Realm level Yin Sha power infiltrating the placenta when she was harmed in the womb. Although this power is faint, its origin is not ordinary. I still have that much discernment.”

Before Xiao Zhuo finished speaking, the young man instinctively shielded his sister behind him. Even though he knew this action was futile in the other party’s eyes, his thin body remained ramrod straight.

He was silent for a moment, his voice resolute: “Senior, this Junior will never forget your kindness today. However, my siblings’ backgrounds are deeply intertwined, and I regret that I cannot disclose them!”

With that, he took his sister’s hand and prepared to leave.

The young girl’s clear, large eyes, however, looked curiously at Xiao Zhuo from behind her brother, a hint of closeness even showing in her gaze.

Wang Xianzhi pulled his sister, Wang Xianyu, intending to leave, but found that his frail sister did not comply as usual. Instead, she stood rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on Xiao Zhuo.

“What’s wrong?” Xiao Zhuo’s voice sounded at the opportune moment, carrying a hint of understanding, “Don’t you want your sister to be cured anymore?”

Wang Xianzhi’s foot, suspended in mid-air, suddenly paused.

“Brother!” The young girl’s clear yet slightly weak voice rang out, “Big Brother is not a bad person!”

Wang Xianzhi looked down at his sister.

She rarely spoke in front of outsiders, yet now she was actively speaking up for this mysterious Senior.

His sister possessed the innate talent to discern good from evil. Since she said so, it at least proved that this Senior held no ill will towards them.

“Senior… do you truly have a way to save Yu’er?” Wang Xianzhi suppressed the surging doubts in his heart, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Since birth, his sister had been told she wouldn’t live past eighteen. Now, she was already fourteen, in the prime of her youth.

When their Family was still intact, they might have been able to spare no effort to find treasures to extend her Lifespan. But now, with their Family destroyed and people dead, he had fled their homeland with his young sister for seven years. He could barely sustain his own Cultivation, let alone save his sister.

“Since I brought you out, I naturally have confidence.” Xiao Zhuo looked at the young man before him, who was only seventeen or eighteen but possessed a deep mind.

He clearly had Golden Core Cultivation, yet he disguised it as Foundation Establishment. When he took that blow from the Chen Family’s lackey, Xiao Zhuo wondered if he had some hidden intentions.

His gaze swept over Wang Xianzhi’s anxious yet hopeful face, finally landing on those eyes, which, though weak, were exceptionally clear. The corner of his lips curved into an elusive smile: “Save her? Of course, I can. However, Opportunity is not given for free. This Venerable One will save her life, but you two must pay a price.”

Wang Xianzhi’s nerves were taut, and his hand, protecting his sister, tightened: “Senior, please speak.”

“Simple,” Xiao Zhuo lightly flicked his robe sleeve.

In an instant, a majestic dark gold tower ship, carved with ancient runes, silently appeared at the peak. Its immense aura gently pushed aside the thick ancient tree branches nearby.

“Become this Venerable One’s boy attendant and maidservant, and serve for a hundred years. After a hundred years, you are free to stay or leave.”

A hundred years!

Wang Xianzhi’s pupils contracted sharply.

For Mortals, this was almost two cycles of Reincarnation.

Even for a Cultivator like him, a hundred years was nearly one-third of a Golden Core Cultivator’s Lifespan.

However, looking at his sister’s pale little face, feeling the bone-chilling cold that gnawed at her, and remembering her dwindling Lifespan… he had no choice.

“This Junior, Wang Xianzhi,” the young man took a deep breath, pulled his sister, and solemnly knelt on one knee, “along with my sister, Wang Xianyu, is willing to serve Senior for a hundred years! I earnestly implore Senior to lend a helping hand and save my sister!”

His voice was firm and resolute, carrying the determination of someone staking everything.

Wang Xianyu also imitated her brother, her large eyes filled with trust and hope.

“Good.” Xiao Zhuo nodded slightly, and a gentle force lifted the two of them. “Remember what you said today. Board the ship.”

The deck of the tower ship was like a vast expanse. Xiao Zhuo stood at the bow with his hands behind his back.

With a slight thought, this colossal object silently glided into the sea of clouds like a swimming fish, disappearing in an instant above the vast mountains, leaving only startled birds soaring and ancient trees gently swaying.

Above the sea of clouds, the fierce winds were like blades, yet they were easily blocked by the tower ship’s invisible protective shield.

Inside the ship, it was warm as spring, and Spiritual Qi permeated the air.

“Sit properly.” Xiao Zhuo gestured for Wang Xianyu to sit cross-legged in the center of the deck.

Wang Xianzhi held his breath and stood guard nearby.

Xiao Zhuo did not take out Medicinal Pills or Magic Treasures. He simply extended a finger and lightly touched Wang Xianyu’s glabella.

In an instant, an ineffable, profound aura emanated from his fingertip, as if the rules of heaven and earth converged and flowed there—it was precisely the Free and Easy True Intent!

This gentle yet vast Dao rhyme, like invisible water, instantly permeated Wang Xianyu’s limbs and bones.

The Yin Sha Qi, deeply hidden in her Bloodline and bone marrow, long since scattered and hard to find, and which even ordinary Taiyi Realm Cultivators were helpless against, now seemed to have met its nemesis!

Under the guidance of the The Way of Freedom, stubborn wisps of Yin Sha, like residual snow under a scorching sun, were easily decomposed and stripped away from every inch of Wang Xianyu’s body!

They no longer corroded her vitality, but were drawn and absorbed by the Dao rhyme from Xiao Zhuo’s fingertip, finally dissipating into nothingness.

“Mm…” Wang Xianyu’s body trembled slightly, and her pale little face instantly flushed with a healthy rosy color.

The bone-chilling cold that had plagued her for fourteen years was dispelled by a warm current, as if a crushing burden had been lifted, and she felt an unprecedented sense of ease and joy.

“Bro… Brother!” she exclaimed in surprise. Although her voice was still somewhat weak, she no longer sounded breathless, and her eyes sparkled with an unprecedented brilliance.

Wang Xianzhi personally witnessed the Yin Sha that even the elders of their Family had been helpless against, vanish into thin air under Xiao Zhuo’s single touch. The shock in his heart was like surging waves crashing against the shore.

Looking at his sister’s visibly rosy complexion, his eyes welled up, and his gratitude and awe for Xiao Zhuo reached their peak.

This mysterious Senior’s strength was unfathomable!

The tower ship broke through the cloud waves, sailing leisurely towards the depths of Xuan Continent.

On the deck, the young man and woman’s ship of fate had quietly turned.

Xiao Zhuo withdrew his finger, gazing at the surging, endless sea of clouds ahead, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

Three days later, the luxurious dark gold tower ship broke through the sea of clouds and arrived at a mountain range in Xuan Continent, where all that met the eye was white rock.

“Young Master! What are we doing in this White Rock Mountain Range?” Wang Xianzhi, now dressed in a set of green boy attendant clothes, came behind Xiao Zhuo, who stood proudly at the bow, and asked curiously.

“Seeking the Dao!” Xiao Zhuo did not turn around. A hint of anticipation was on his handsome face.

In these past few days, he had already thought of how to temper his Dao Heart.

That was to seek the Dao.

There were countless Sects in the Immortal-Demon Realm. Even Mortals had some insights that astonished Immortals, let alone other ancient Cultivators who had Cultivated for untold tens of thousands of years.

He had already decided that regardless of their strength, he would go to one Sect after another to seek the Dao.

As for whether the other party was willing or not, that was not within Xiao Zhuo’s consideration. Since he, Xiao Zhuo, had come, they naturally had to be willing!

And his first stop was a Sect in this White Rock Mountain Range.

A reclusive Sect with a Golden Immortal overseeing it.