67: Chapter 67 The Nine Nether Hound plans to go to Stone Village to visit the Willow God.

"Brother-in-law, are you leaving?"

Shi Hao was stunned, and the bone in his hand dropped.

"I still have some private matters to attend to."

Wang Teng looked outside the Shi Kingdom Imperial Capital, his gaze profound:

"Some people, some debts, haven't been settled yet."

"Besides..."

He patted Shi Hao on the head: "A young eagle must learn to fly on its own."

"Brother-in-law can protect you for a while, but not for a lifetime."

"This mess in the Shi Kingdom, along with those small-fry about to arrive, will be perfect for you to practice with."

"Remember."

Wang Teng's voice suddenly became serious: "You are the Marquis of Huang, and in the future, you will be an existence that transcends this world."

"If you encounter something you can't beat, don't force it."

"If it really comes to it..."

Wang Teng pointed to the gray vertical mark between his brows, a wild and arrogant smile curling on his lips: "Just shout 'Brother-in-law, save me'."

"No matter how many layers of void lie between us, no matter which era it is."

"Brother-in-law will be able to hear you."

Shi Hao's eyes reddened. He knew that Wang Teng was paving the way for him, and also covering his retreat.

"Mm!"

Shi Hao nodded heavily and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Don't worry, Brother-in-law! I will definitely guard this Shi Kingdom well! I will beat up every one of those guys who dares to come and cause trouble!"

"Good."

Wang Teng smiled.

He turned around, and with Yun Xi, Princess Huo Linger, as well as the unwilling Saintess Yue Chan and the excited Witch, he boarded the pavilion boat again.

"Let's go."

With a soft shout, the pavilion boat turned into a streak of light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the depths of the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Only Shi Hao remained, standing at the highest point of the imperial palace, watching the direction where it had disappeared, his fists clenched tight.

"Brother-in-law..."

"Wait for me."

"When the day comes that I am truly strong, I will also be like you..."

"Punch a hole through this sky!"

The winds and clouds over the Shi Kingdom Imperial Capital had just settled when that iconic agarwood pavilion boat turned its bow.

Turning into a streak of light, it rushed toward the deepest part of the vast wilderness.

Destination: Cangmang Mountains, Shi Village.

That was the place where Shi Hao grew up, the starting point of the Heavenly Emperor Huang.

It was also the true greatest forbidden area in these Eight Regions—because rooted there was a supreme Immortal King who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Ancient Era!

... On the pavilion boat, the atmosphere was strange and alluring.

"A bit to the left, use less force. Did you not eat? Where did all the strength from your Butian Sect techniques go?"

Wang Teng lay comfortably on a soft couch covered in the hide of an ancient beast.

He held a cup of spirit wine that the Witch had just chilled, and with a picky expression, he directed Fairy Yue Chan, who was massaging his legs.

At this moment, where was even a trace of the Fairy Yue Chan's ethereal appearance on Saintess Yue Chan?

Although she was still wearing her plain white fairy dress, her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her lotus-root-like arms.

Her beautiful face, usually cold and arrogant, was now filled with humiliation and unwillingness, her pearly teeth biting her red lips so hard they were almost bleeding.

She, the dignified Saintess of the Butian Sect, an existence that even the first generations of the Upper Realm had to look up to, was actually... massaging the legs of a man from the Lower Realm!

The most infuriating part was that there was a nemesis right next to her who feared nothing but peace, fanning the flames.

"Oh my, sister, your technique is not good."

The Witch sat nearby, peeling a crystal-clear purple jade grape, laughing until she shook all over:

"It's obvious you're used to being served by others. This leg massage is a technical job; you have to focus on balancing yin and yang, and letting the force penetrate the muscles."

"With you being so stiff, how can the Young Master be comfortable?"

As she spoke, the Witch brought the peeled grape to Wang Teng's lips, her fair, onion-like finger deliberately grazing his lips, her eyes filled with seduction:

"Young Master, don't you agree? Why don't you let me serve you instead?"

"Mm, not bad, you are still the sensible one."

Wang Teng opened his mouth to take the grape, incidentally biting the Witch's finger lightly, causing the enchantress to giggle.

Subsequently, he glanced at Saintess Yue Chan, whose face was flushed and whose eyes were filled with tears, and said indifferently:

"Did you hear that? Learn more from your junior sister."

"Don't always put on airs. Here, you are just a maid. If you don't serve well..."

Wang Teng pointed to the vast wilderness outside the boat:

"There are quite a few fierce beasts along this road. I've heard that some Ancient Remains love eating delicate and tender fairies the most."

Saintess Yue Chan trembled all over; although unwilling, she had to soften her strength.

She cursed Wang Teng ten thousand times in her heart, swearing that once she recovered her cultivation, she would definitely tear this bastard into pieces.

"Husband, where are we going?"

Yun Xi asked with some curiosity.

They had been traveling west, deep into the wilderness for tens of thousands of miles; the surrounding signs of human habitation were becoming increasingly scarce, while the roars of fierce beasts were becoming more frequent.

"To visit a senior."

Wang Teng put away the playful smile on his face and sat up straight.

His gaze pierced through layers of mountains, as if he had already seen that willow tree, which was undergoing nirvana amidst decay and rebirth amidst the charred remains.

"A senior?"

Princess Huo Linger was surprised, "Even you, Husband, have to call them senior? Could it be... a deity above the Divine Fire Realm?"

"A deity?"

Wang Teng chuckled, shook his head, and a trace of reverence flashed in the depths of his eyes:

"In front of that person, deities don't even have the qualifications to be fertilizer."

"That is a supreme titan who once stood above the Nine Heavens, fought until the foreign realms were terrified, and even dared to charge into the source of darkness alone."

"It is also that 'Willow Deity' of Xiao Hao."

Hearing this, whether it was Yun Xi, Princess Huo Linger, or the Witch and Saintess Yue Chan who were arguing, all were stunned.

That mysterious sacrificial spirit behind Xiao Hao? It actually had such a terrifying background?!

... Cangmang Mountains, Shi Village.

It was surrounded by mountains on all sides and isolated from the world. The village was not large, with only a few dozen households.

The houses were all built of huge stones, simple and rough.

At the head of the village, groups of children were grunting and groaning as they tempered their strength, and runes were actually flashing on their small arms and legs.

And at the entrance of the village, that most conspicuous and sacred old willow tree was quietly rooted there.

It was too special. The huge trunk was more than ten meters in diameter, yet it was completely charred, as if it had been struck by heavenly lightning capable of destroying the world.

However, on that charred main trunk, dozens of tender green branches had stubbornly sprouted.

Each branch was crystal clear, emitting a soft green glow as they hung down.

Like chains of order, they guarded this small pure land.

"Hum—"

The moment Wang Teng's pavilion boat appeared above Shi Village.

That willow tree, which had been silent all along, suddenly reacted.

The willow branches that had been swaying gently in the wind suddenly went taut, like dozens of peerless divine swords pointing toward the firmament.

A grand, vast, yet infinitely vital divine sense instantly locked onto that pavilion boat, or more accurately, locked onto Wang Teng at the bow!

"That is..."

Saintess Yue Chan, who was massaging the legs, and the Witch, who was peeling grapes, both changed color.

As successors of the Upper Realm's great sects, their knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary people.

From that seemingly ordinary willow tree, they felt a kind of... status that made their souls tremble!

That aura was even higher and more unfathomable than the sect leaders of their own sects, or even those legendary old antiques!

"Is this... the senior that Husband mentioned?!"

Yun Xi covered her small mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

"Everyone stay on the boat, don't run around, and definitely don't release your divine sense to investigate."

Wang Teng stood up, tidied his clothes, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"I will go myself."