232: Chapter 232 The Way of the Candle Dragon and the Wandering "Silly Husky"

North Cold Immortal Domain, Gu Yun Continent.

This is the core region of the North Cold Immortal Domain, where snow falls year-round and the biting wind pierces to the bone. In the far north of the continent lies a super Sect that has inherited a Legacy for tens of millions of years—the Candle Dragon Path.

The Candle Dragon Path has thirteen main peaks, each a hundred thousand zhang high, piercing straight into the clouds. There are millions of Disciples within the Sect, True Immortal Elders are as numerous as cattle hairs, and several Golden Immortal Dao Lords hold the fort.

Today, a strange pair of master and servant arrived outside the mountain gate of the Candle Dragon Path.

The master was an ordinary-looking, dark-skinned middle-aged man (Zhou Wannian in disguise), wearing an inconspicuous azure robe. His aura was restrained to the extreme, making him look like an ordinary Early True Immortal Stage Loose Cultivator.

The servant was a black-robed old man (Little Black). Although he appeared submissive, the occasional look in his eyes revealed a heart-palpitating aura of malevolence.

"So this is the Candle Dragon Path?"

Zhou Wannian (alias Han Li) looked up at the towering mountain gate and the flickering phantom of a Candle Dragon in the sky.

"According to the intelligence, the crash coordinates of Nangong and the others' escape pods are in this area."

"And..."

Zhou Wannian felt the heaven seizing bottle in his bosom.

"The Cultivation Technique I need to advance to the Golden Immortal stage, the 'Great Five Elements Illusory World Art', is here."

"Since I'm here, I have to go in."

...Candle Dragon Path, External Affairs Hall.

"Name?"

"Li Feiyu."

"Specialty?"

"Alchemy."

The deacon in charge of recruitment lazily looked up and glanced at Zhou Wannian.

"Alchemy? What grade?"

"I can barely refine Immortal Rank 'Spring Rain Pills'."

"Oh?" The deacon showed some interest. "Go to the pill room and try. If you can produce three pills, you can be recorded as an Outer Sect Enshrined Elder."

An hour later.

The door to the pill room opened.

A rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the entire External Affairs Hall. A small-scale Pill Tribulation Thunder Cloud was actually drawn into the sky.

Zhou Wannian walked out with a humble expression, holding a jade bottle in his hand.

"Um... Lord Deacon."

"I accidentally turned the fire up too high."

"I formed... nine pills. And they all seem to be top-grade."

Deacon: "..."

All Alchemists present: "..."

You call this "barely"?! This is a freaking Alchemy Grandmaster?!

On the spot, Zhou Wannian was invited into the inner Sect and directly given a "Guest Elder" token, along with an independent mountain peak named Crimson Sunset Peak.

This is the treatment for technical talent... A few days later, at the foot of Crimson Sunset Peak.

Zhou Wannian had just settled into his Immortal Cave and was taking Little Black for a stroll around the Sect to familiarize himself with the environment (and scout the area).

While passing through the handyman area for Outer Sect Disciples.

"Beat him! Beat him hard!"

"This dead dog! How dare it steal my Spirit Beast fodder!"

A burst of noisy shouting and dog barking came from beside a nearby trash heap.

Seven or eight Outer Sect Disciples were seen surrounding a corner, punching and kicking.

In that corner, a filthy, matted-haired silver wolf cub was curled up. It looked skinny and only had the aura of an ordinary Core Formation stage, currently protecting half a piece of moldy spirit meat in its bosom, letting out low whimpers.

Its eyes were filled with grievance, fear, and a hint of the stubbornness belonging to a high-level Yao Beast.

"You still dare to glare at me?!"

The leading Disciple was furious and brandished an iron rod.

"Today, I'll stew you for meat!"

The iron rod whistled through the air, smashing hard towards the silver wolf's head.

The silver wolf closed its eyes, and a crystal tear slid from the corner of its eye.

It wanted to resist, but this body had been severely damaged by a space storm, its Yao Core shattered, and it had no strength at all.

"Master... where are you..."

Just as the iron rod was about to fall.

"Freeze."

A cold voice rang out.

The iron rod, along with the arrogant Disciple, instantly froze in mid-air.

It wasn't the Law of time, but pure Divine Sense pressure.

"Who?!"

The Disciples were shocked.

An azure-robed Elder (Zhou Wannian) was seen walking slowly over with a black-robed old servant (Little Black).

Zhou Wannian didn't look at those Disciples.

His gaze was fixed intently on the filthy silver wolf cub in the corner.

That familiar silver fur (though dirty).

That familiar look in the eyes (though cowardly).

And that bond from the depths of the Soul.

"Silver... Moon?"

Zhou Wannian's voice trembled slightly.

The silver wolf in the corner suddenly raised its head.

It looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man in front of it, its nose twitching.

Although the appearance had changed.

But that scent... the scent it was most familiar with, the scent it dreamed of in this cold Immortal Realm... "Woof-woo?" (Master?)

The silver wolf gave a tentative cry.

The next second.

It threw away the spirit meat in its bosom, ignored the pain in its body, and like a silver flash, pounced directly into Zhou Wannian's arms.

"Whimper, whimper..."

It desperately rubbed its filthy head against Zhou Wannian's chest, tears flowing uncontrollably, turning Zhou Wannian's azure robe into a rag.

It really was her!

It really was the Silver Moon who had been through life and death with him in the Human Realm and guarded a region for him in the Spirit Realm!

"It's okay now."

Zhou Wannian held her, feeling the shattered Yao Core and almost exhausted life force within her, the killing intent in his eyes instantly surging.

"I'm here."

"No one will bully you again."

He looked up at the group of Outer Sect Disciples who were already scared witless.

"This is the... dead dog you were talking about?"

"El... Elder, have mercy! We didn't know this was your Spirit Beast!"

The group of Disciples fell to their knees with a thud, shivering.

"Little Black."

Zhou Wannian turned and left, holding Silver Moon.

"Present."

Behind him, Little Black (Black Wind Old Ancestor) revealed a cruel smile.

"Break their limbs and throw them into the 'Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes'."

"If even one bone is missing, I'll hold you accountable."

"As you command!"

Shrill screams came from behind... On the way back to Crimson Sunset Peak.

Zhou Wannian fed Silver Moon a top-grade healing Medicinal Pill while using the green liquid from the heaven seizing bottle to help cleanse her body.

"A dignified Yao Race Wolf King, how did you end up like this?" Zhou Wannian rubbed her ears heart-wrenchingly.

"Woof woof!" (It's all because of that Golden Immortal big hand!)

Silver Moon recovered a bit of strength and immediately began to complain. It turned out her escape pod had crashed earliest. To protect the others, she had forcibly activated her innate Divine Ability, but was backlashed, falling into this godforsaken handyman area and being treated as a stray dog.

Just then.

"Good wine... hic..."

A drunken old man suddenly appeared on the mountain path ahead.

This old man wore a messy Daoist robe, with a large red wine gourd hanging from his waist. He walked in an S-shaped pattern, directly blocking Zhou Wannian's path.

"Hmm?"

The old man raised his head with bleary eyes, glanced at Zhou Wannian, and then at Silver Moon in his arms.

"Such pure... Sword Intent."

The old man suddenly gave a wine burp.

"Kid, is this dog... for sale?"

"I want to use it... to sacrifice to my sword."

Zhou Wannian paused.

He looked at this seemingly ordinary old man who actually contained heaven-shaking Sword Intent within his body.

Golden Immortal Late Stage!

The First Vice Dao Lord of the Candle Dragon Path—Bear Mountain (Sword Fanatic).

"Not for sale."

Zhou Wannian replied coldly and was about to bypass him with Silver Moon.

"Don't be in such a hurry..."

Bear Mountain reached out to block him, and an invisible Sword Qi instantly sealed the space.

"There's nothing I've set my eyes on that I haven't been able to get."

"I see you're also a Sword Cultivator."

"How about... we spar a bit?"

Zhou Wannian stopped his footsteps.

He handed Silver Moon to Little Black behind him.

"Spar?"

Zhou Wannian looked at Bear Mountain, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"Sure."

"But if I win."

"That 'Ten Thousand Swords Map' on your waist belongs to me."

Bear Mountain was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha! Interesting! A mere Early True Immortal Stage dares to plot for my natal Immortal Artifact?"

"Fine!"

"If you can take one sword strike from me without dying, this map... is yours!"

"Take a sword strike?"

Zhou Wannian shook his head.

He slowly extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together.

"No need for such trouble."

"I'm in a hurry to give my dog a bath."

"One move."

"Xuantian... Spirit Slasher."