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At noon, outside the main hall of the Wu Zun Hall in Tianyuan City, one hundred disciples of the Wu Zun Hall formed a square formation on the bluestone slabs, practicing boxing and kicking in an orderly and methodical manner, sweating profusely.

In the main hall, Wang Zhifan was talking with two visitors. One of them was a dignified Confucian scholar, and the other had a strange look and wore a ghost mask on his face.

“Wu Zun, it really is you… ahem… I never thought that after so many years, I would still be able to meet you.”

The only person who was speaking was a strange man with a ghost mask on his face. He made a vicissitudes of life voice, and seemed to be an old man. However, Wang Zhifan knew that the person in front of him was just a clone, but the one who controlled the clone was his old friend, one of the top three on the Demon Sealing List, the Demon Subduing Old Man.

"Haha, you weird old man, you sent a clone here, and that counts as meeting me? I don't feel any sincerity from you, so hurry up and come here in person!"

Wang Zhifan immediately laughed and scolded after hearing this. He knew that this veteran strong man who was many times older than him actually had a good temper, so he started making a joke.

Just as he thought, the clone in front of him soon laughed like the old man who subdues demons, and he replied:
"Ahem... hehe... there is actually a young man who wants an old man like me to travel through mountains and rivers to meet him... then I, an old man, will risk my life to accompany the gentleman. If something unexpected happens, you, Wu Zun, must be responsible."

"Hey, old man Fumo, I was just joking. Don't worry, I'll go to Huoling Island to find you soon after I finish my work here."

After listening to this, Wang Zhifan continued.

"Then I will wait for the arrival of the Martial Master, old man."

After the incarnation of the demon-subduing old man in front of him conveyed these words, his figure flashed and left the Martial Honor Hall.

Only then did Wang Zhifan have time to entertain the elegant Confucian scholar who was waiting on the side. This man was also an old acquaintance of his. He was also the first super-innate peer he had met in this world, the Confucian hermit Qingfeng.

After experiencing the invasion of the demon world and not being seen for two hundred years, Mr. Qingfeng looks more calm. And it is not the kind of calmness formed by years of self-discipline, but the mature and reliable temperament of a middle-aged Confucian scholar that radiates from the inside out.

"Brother Qingfeng, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still so cool and relaxed. You are truly a role model for our generation!"

Due to the difference in strength, the Qingfeng monk in front of him actually had no cooperation with Wang Zhifan during the invasion of the Demon Realm, so Wang Zhifan didn't have much to say for a while and could only flatter him.

Qingfeng Layman also knew this, so he did not interrupt the conversation between the Demon Subduing Elder and Wang Zhifan. It was a sign of respect for the top super-innate cultivator. He only replied to Wang Zhifan:
"Your Excellency Wu, you are too kind! Compared with you, I am just a firefly compared to the sun and the moon! This time, I came here because the Master asked me to invite you to Shuyue City for a chat. I hope you can go there when you are free, and don't be too anxious."

"Oh? Master wants to see me? Actually, when I first came back, I saw Master outside the protective formation. It was Master who opened the gate to the world for me. I wonder if he..."

Wang Zhifan felt a little strange when he heard this. In his opinion, if the teacher really had something to ask him, he could have just told him directly when they met a few days ago.

Qingfeng, a lay Buddhist with a calm temperament and outstanding appearance, smiled and replied:

"The Master expected that Wu Zun would have such doubts, and specifically told me that he wanted Wu Zun to go to Shuyue City to discuss an important matter, a major matter concerning Wu Zun, and the four realms of Huo, Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism."

"Yes... I understand. I will go to your place soon."

Wang Zhifan immediately had an association and realized what the teacher probably wanted to ask him to do.

The two chatted for a while, and then Mr. Qingfeng said goodbye, agreeing to meet again when Wang Zhifan arrived in Shuyue City.

Wang Zhifan then left the main hall to see him off, and when he came back he returned to the inner hall to deal with the many paperwork documents of the Wuzun Hall.

In the past two days, he has been busy with development plans at Wuzun Palace during the day, and would go to Mieyue Island to accompany Mie Yuexi at night, and look for opportunities to improve his relationship with his daughter.

However, this afternoon when he was busy in the inner hall, a disciple in the hall came to inform him that Qin Quan came to visit his master.

"Qin Quan? Does he know I'm back?"

Wang Zhifan was very surprised and hurried out of the inner hall.

Then he saw a young disciple supporting a tall but slightly hunched old man as they slowly walked into the main hall.

The old man's hair had fallen out and his breath was obviously weak, as if his breathing was uneven due to the long journey. It can be said that he had no connection with the extremely brave little bronze man Qin Quan in his memory. This was also the reason why Wang Zhifan did not notice his appearance in the inner hall.

However, after concentrating his perception and observing carefully, Wang Zhifan could find that this person had many internal similarities with the Qin Quan in his memory, such as his amazing bones, high level of Wuji Jinshen Gong, and he had also practiced Fenglei Treading Heaven Art.

"Master... is it really you? Master..."

As soon as he saw Wang Zhifan appear in front of him, the tall old man with a hunched back and bald hair was so excited that he shed tears. The tears blurred his already dim eyes, and he took trembling steps and asked questions to the approaching figure.

"It's me, Quan'er... I'm very happy to see you again."

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan stepped forward and personally supported his second apprentice, looking at his old face and said with emotion.

This scene was quite strange. Wang Zhifan, a young man in his early twenties, called the 200-year-old man in front of him Quan'er. It seemed like he had it wrong no matter how you looked at it.

But this is the reality. The power of time has turned the bronze-skinned boy Qin Quan in Wang Zhifan's memory into an old and frail man. Whether he accepts it or not, this is still his beloved disciple Qin Quan.

"Master... wuwu... I have no regrets in dying to see you again..."

Hearing the voice of the person in front of him was exactly the same as the one in his memory, Qin Quan suddenly burst into tears with excitement, and it was not surprising that he would die in the next second.

But Wang Zhifan couldn't accept that his apprentice had an accident as soon as they met, so he immediately activated the power of the law of time and fine-tuned the physical state of Qin Quan, who was at the end of his life. Then the disciples on duty around the main hall saw that the old man who was crying in front of Wang Zhifan began to undergo visible changes in his body.

First, his complexion improved rapidly, then his hunchback quickly disappeared, and his bent spine became straight in the blink of an eye. Then, his eyes, which were shedding tears, became sharp like those of a middle-aged man, and even the sound of his crying regained its full strength. Finally, the wrinkles on his face, neck, and arms gradually smoothed out, and thick black hair grew on his bald head. It was a miracle of life returning to middle age.

Qin Quan himself did not notice these changes at first, but as he cried he felt something was wrong, as if all his former energy and spirit had returned to his body, making him a little dazed, thinking that he was hallucinating, or that he had entered a state of last-minute lucidity.

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan said to Tan Quan, who had turned into a bronze-skinned sturdy man and looked a little overwhelmed:

"Quan'er, your master has restored your body to its peak. If you take good care of yourself, you can live for at least a hundred years. If you can improve your cultivation, it won't be difficult to live for several hundred more years."

When Qin Quan heard this, he suddenly woke up from his dream. He raised his hands in disbelief, looked at his muscular arms, clenched and unclenched his palms, and then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Zhifan in front of him:

"Thank you so much for saving my life, Master! Qin Quan has no way to repay you! Qin Quan is willing to sacrifice his life for Master..."

Wang Zhifan quickly pulled him up from the ground and responded with a smile:

"You are my direct disciple, isn't it natural for me to save you? Don't talk about whether to repay or not. The best way to repay me is to practice martial arts well!

However, the Wu Zun Palace is currently lacking a disciple to teach. If it is convenient for you, please stay for a few months to help me teach the younger generation!"

"Please rest assured, Master! I will definitely live up to your trust!"

How could Qin Quan refuse after hearing this? He immediately patted his strong chest and took over the task assigned to him by Wang Zhifan.

In fact, this was also a good opportunity for Qin Quan, because as long as he stayed in the Wuzun Hall, he could often come into contact with Wang Zhifan and get his guidance and even direct help. He still remembered the generosity of this master clearly at the age of two hundred.

In this way, a few days passed quickly. After Wang Zhifan arranged all the affairs of the Wuzun Hall and received many disciples or friends who came to visit him, he set off for Shuyue City.

As the top city of Confucianism in the Disaster Realm, when Wang Zhifan came to this place again, he found that it had become more prosperous than he remembered. It was estimated that after two hundred years of recuperation, the huge population loss caused by the invasion of the Demon Realm had been replenished.

After arriving at Shuyue City, to Wang Zhifan's surprise, the person who greeted him was not his peer Qingfeng Layman as expected, but the Master himself, which made Wang Zhifan feel a little surprised.

The two then entered the library space opened by the Master to discuss matters. The Master did not say too much nonsense and directly stated that he invited Wang Zhifan here to join the top combat team of the human race and help deal with the threat from the demon world.

“Martial Master, you must have guessed the identities of the two people you saw outside the boundary formation when you returned from the outer realm half a month ago. They are the second of the six demon kings of the demon world... In the past two hundred years, the demon world has been ruthless and has been eyeing the four borders of our human race. If it weren’t for the boundary formation to resist, the invasion of the demon world two hundred years ago would have been repeated.

In recent years, I and three other saints have calculated that the seventh Demon Lord will be born in the Demon Realm within a hundred years. By then, the situation of our human race may be even more worrying. Therefore, I and the other three saints hope that you can join us and fight against the Demon Realm together when necessary.

We will not let you work for nothing. If you have any requests, just let us know. As long as it is something from the four realms, if you like it, we can discuss it..."

Wang Zhifan listened to the Master's earnest words with a calm expression. He thought to himself that what he thought was right. The Master wanted to find him in order to get him to join the camp of this world to fight against the demon world.

This kind of thing is actually very easy to guess. At the level of the Master, there are only a few major things that can make him care about, and the threat from the demon world ranks first among them.

When Wang Zhifan returned this time, his strength had surpassed the saint level of this world. He also had a deep connection with the disaster realm. His strength and character were completely qualified. It would be a big surprise if the Master did not come to win him over.

As for whether Wang Zhifan agreed or not, there was nothing to worry about. His lover Mie Yuexi, his daughter Mie Yueqing, and the inheritance of Wu Zundian were all in Huojing. If he didn't help Huojing, would he just watch the demon world threaten Huojing? This was something that didn't need to be thought about a second time.

Therefore, Wang Zhifan agreed with a calm expression and promised that he would definitely come forward to help the saints when they needed help. At the same time, he had no idea about the distribution of benefits for the time being and would bring it up when the opportunity was right in the future.

Thus, his meeting with the Master soon came to an end, and the Master did not continue to chat with him for too long. As a saint, he also had to go to the four major realms to assist in guarding and communicate with the other three saints. He was much busier than ordinary people.

Before leaving, the Master left Wang Zhifan a secret method of communication that could span distant foreign lands. He also asked Wang Zhifan for his consent on a small matter, then told him to have a good time in Shuyue City, and then left the disaster zone.

This vigorous and resolute style of work is really to Wang Zhifan's liking. He is not the kind of person who likes lengthy social engagements, and he feels most comfortable when he meets someone like Master who can get things done in no time.

After the master left, Wang Zhifan began his visiting process in Shuyue City, or rather, many Confucian masters in Shuyue City came to visit him, including not only his old friend Qingfeng Jushi.

This aspect is a bit cumbersome. Fortunately, someone has come to see him every day in Wuzun Hall recently. He is already familiar with the process and spent half a day to complete the work of maintaining the relationship with the Confucian sect in Huojing.

But don't think that with his current strength, he doesn't have to do these tedious things. In this world, human relationships and social conventions cannot be underestimated.

He himself may not need the help of these super-innate people in the Confucian School, but if the relationship is good, the business dealings between the Mieyue Clan, to which his lover belongs, and the Wuzun Hall under his sect will be much smoother, which is basically a hundred benefits with no harm.

At this moment, on the streets of Shuyue City, Wang Zhifan was walking with Confucian scholars such as Qingfeng Jushi.

Mr. Qingfeng and others were drinking and composing poems on the spot, which made the atmosphere very lively. Although Wang Zhifan, a science student before the time travel, felt that his cultural level was not up to par, he still tried his best and came up with a limerick that made everyone laugh.

Soon, they passed a road with many shops. Wang Zhifan saw a stall selling exquisite jewelry on the street. He immediately had an association in his mind and turned to the drunken Confucian scholars who were shaking their heads and asked:
"I wonder if you have ever heard of Shuqiu City? Two hundred years ago, it was located 500 miles around Shuyue City. It was later destroyed by the army of the demon world. I wonder if Shuqiu City still exists today?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in confusion, wondering why Wang Zhifan suddenly mentioned this strange place.

After a few seconds, one of the Confucian scholars recalled and said:

"I have an impression of the Shuqiu City you mentioned, Wu Zun. Two hundred years ago, I went there to teach at the Confucian Academy... The town is still there, but it has been abandoned for too long and has become a wilderness..." (End of this chapter)