170: Chapter 170 Paying Respects to the Senior

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang's gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing on Luo Qingyue, a flash of astonishment crossing his eyes.

"What a beautiful woman!"

He had lived for over twenty years and seen countless beauties, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone as cold, refined, and ethereal as the one before him.

"Brother Yu, what is it?" Zhou Hao followed his gaze and also saw the three of them.

His eyes lingered on Luo Qingyue for a moment, and a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes as well.

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang snapped out of his trance, turned to look at Zhou Hao, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhou, have you ever heard of the Shen Family of Guangnan City?"

"The Shen Family?" Zhou Hao scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "Are you talking about that Shen Family in Guangnan City? A Family with an eight-thousand-year Legacy, whose strongest member is only in the Dharma Image Realm?"

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang nodded and lowered his voice. "Brother Zhou, I heard that Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang was killed after making a trip to Guangnan City, and there was friction with this Shen Family. Furthermore, Elder Zhou Yanchang went to investigate this time and also perished over there..."

"Heh—" Zhou Hao shook his head and said arrogantly, "Brother Yu, how could a mere Dharma Image Realm Family be a match for Junior Martial Uncle and the others? Those rumors are all nonsense."

He had heard a little about the events in Guangnan City, but he didn't believe for a second that the deaths of Senior Brother Sun Zhengyang and the others had anything to do with the Shen Family.

Zhou Hao's gaze drifted lightly over Shen Qingyuan and the others before he pulled it back, as if looking at them for one second longer would dirty his eyes.

"A small, insignificant sect, not worth mentioning." He scoffed, turned, and walked upstairs with a light gait, his moon-white robes flashing out of sight at the corner of the staircase.

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang held Su Wanqing's hand and followed behind him. Before leaving, he looked back at the table by the window, his gaze lingering on Luo Qingyue for a moment, a flash of greed crossing his eyes.

"Let's go." Su Wanqing tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Are we not going to capture them?"

Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang shook his head slightly, a glint in his eyes. "Zhou Hao looks down on them and thinks the Shen Family is not worth mentioning. That is actually a good thing for us."

Su Wanqing nodded thoughtfully. "You mean... we should capture the people from the Shen Family ourselves and go claim credit before the Tiangang Sect?"

"Exactly." Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Once the banquet is over, we will take people to capture them and send them to the Tiangang Sect. By then, the Tiangang Sect will owe our Xuanyu Palace a favor, which will only benefit you and me."

A flash of excitement crossed Su Wanqing's eyes, and she tightened her grip on Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang's arm. "Then we must keep a close watch on them and not let them run away."

"Run?" Young Palace Master Yu Wushuang shook his head, his tone full of disdain. "A trash in the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm, an old man in the Primal Chaos Realm, and a maid with no cultivation—with a lineup like that, where could they possibly run to?"

As the two spoke, their figures disappeared around the corner of the staircase.

In the private room on the third floor, the bead curtains were half-rolled, and the fragrance of tea curled in the air. Shen Qingyuan held a teacup, took a sip, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly into an amused arc.

"We are being watched." Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang was sipping tea, and upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Xuanyu Palace." Shen Qingyuan put down his teacup, his tone indifferent. "Xuanyu Palace wants to use us to claim credit before the Tiangang Sect."

Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Use us to claim credit? The Tiangang Sect hasn't even become a Holy Land yet, and Xuanyu Palace is already cozying up to them?"

Old Turtle stood in the corner of the private room, and upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in his murky old eyes. "My Lord, should I go and deal with that brat?"

"No rush." Shen Qingyuan shook his head, leaned back against the chair, rested his hands behind his head, and gazed at the carved crossbeams on the ceiling, his expression lazy. "Let him jump around for a while. When the time comes, he will naturally come looking for us."

Leaving the Yunlai Restaurant, the streets of Tiangang City were still bustling with noise.

Cultivators from all over the Southern Region were in groups of three or five; some were selecting Magical Artifacts in the markets, while others were holding loud discussions in teahouses and taverns, their topics almost entirely revolving around the Saint about to be born in the Tiangang Sect.

"Have you heard? People from the Three Great Holy Lands have already arrived in Tiangang City today!"

"I'm afraid the Three Great Holy Lands won't be able to sit still this time."

"Indeed, the fourth Holy Land in the Southern Region—this is a major change that hasn't happened in ten thousand years!"

Shen Qingyuan walked down the street lazily with his hands tucked into his sleeves, turning a deaf ear to these discussions.

Luo Qingyue followed half a step behind him, her white clothes like snow, cold and ethereal.

Elder Ancestor Shen Haocang walked in front, white-haired and with a thin face; his pair of murky old eyes scanned the surroundings, and he did possess a certain air of an immortal.

Old Turtle hunched his back and followed closely behind at the very end, his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking just like an inconspicuous old man.

The group of four was inconspicuous in the bustling crowd. Just as they turned the street corner—

"Senior!" A hoarse but vigorous voice came from ahead, carrying a hint of surprise.

Shen Qingyuan paused and looked up.

He saw that not far ahead, an old man with white hair was striding towards them. He had a thin face, white beard and hair, was wearing a simple, ancient cyan Daoist robe, and the aura around him was as deep as an abyss.

It was none other than the Grand Elder of Yinxian Village, Great Elder Yun Zhongzi.

Behind him followed two youths. One had a thin build, a cold expression, wore a black martial outfit, carried a long sword on his back, and exuded a coldness that kept strangers at a distance.

The other had a round face and big eyes, wore a cyan Daoist robe, had a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and his eyes were rolling around, looking at the surroundings with great curiosity.

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi rushed to Shen Qingyuan in a few quick steps, his face beaming with joy.

"Senior! Why have you also come to Tiangang City?" Great Elder Yun Zhongzi was very surprised.

The Saint Enshrinement Ceremony was indeed a sensational event for the entire Southern Region. Most of the top powerhouses in the Southern Region would come to pay their respects. But in front of this Senior, the mere matter of becoming a Saint was simply not worth mentioning.

This person was the one who had wiped out the Tianque Holy Land single-handedly! However, being able to run into this person was definitely a god-given opportunity.

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi rubbed his hands in excitement and turned to give a wink to the two youths behind him. "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and come over to pay your respects to the Senior!"

The round-faced youth was named Zhou Yuan, one of the most outstanding Disciples of this generation in Yinxian Village. At nineteen, he had already stepped into the second level of the Dharma Image Realm, ranking high among the younger generation in the entire Southern Region.

The youth in black was named Qin Mo. He was a year younger than Zhou Yuan but was already in the third level of the Dharma Image Realm. His talent for the Dao of the sword was extremely high, and he was hailed by Saint Xutian as a "sword genius rarely seen in a thousand years."

The two followed behind Great Elder Yun Zhongzi and bowed respectfully to Shen Qingyuan. "Junior Zhou Yuan, greets the Senior!" "Junior Qin Mo, greets the Senior!" Their etiquette was perfect, and their voices were respectful.

But in their hearts, the two were puzzled. This person looked to be only about twenty years old, not much older than them, and his cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm. How did he become the "Senior" in the Grand Elder's words? And why was the Grand Elder so respectful to him?