The True Martial Ancestor

Chapter 806: Ice Spirit Tribe

"Master!"

Looking at the familiar old figure in front of them, several people were stunned for a moment, and then expressions of surprise flashed across their faces.

Especially the Lord of Darkness, who always appeared in a cold and elegant manner, now had tears in his eyes and his eye sockets were slightly red.

"Xiao Hei, Bing'er, Shi Tian. Seeing your current situation, your master is relieved."

Seeing the disciples whom he once regarded as his own children, Fu Zu's emotions began to fluctuate, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

The cultivation level of the Dark Lord and others is much higher than before. Bing'er, who has the greatest potential, has already realized her talent and is showing signs of surpassing her predecessor.

More importantly, ten thousand years later, the nine masters and apprentices are all gathered here. There could be no more perfect result than this.

A feeling of relief welled up in his heart, and Fu Zu's gaze fell on the Devouring Lord behind the few people, and a familiar fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

Compared to the excitement of the Lord of Darkness and others, the Lord of Devouring was more restrained. He met Fu Zu's eyes without saying anything, but all the friendship was clear in his heart.

"Master."

Ying Huanhuan came closer and stood in front of Fu Zu, with nostalgia in her eyes.

The old man in front of her almost single-handedly brought her up and set her on the path of cultivation. He was like a master and a father, so the feelings between them were naturally quite sincere.

"Bing'er"

Looking at Ying Huanhuan's icy blue hair, Fu Zu seemed to see the baby girl he brought out of the iceberg that year, and his eyes gradually softened.

"I put that responsibility on Bing'er back then. I feel so ashamed of you as your teacher."

Fu Zu's actions back then were worthy of the heaven and earth, but he only felt guilty towards Ice Lord. If he was not powerless to change the situation, how could he bear to leave that innocent girl and shoulder the responsibility of protecting the world?

"Bing'er has never blamed Master."

Ying Huanhuan shook her head slightly. Everything she did back then was her own choice. Moreover, now she had already regained her frozen emotions and witnessed the wonderful scenery in life.

"Master, Bing'er has found her own way now."

Ying Huanhuan's clear voice reached Fu Zu's ears, and a charming smile bloomed on her pretty face. The bright ice-blue talisman flickered between her brows, emitting brilliant light.

Fu Zu stared at Ying Huanhuan, and felt a pure and icy Taoist spirit coming towards him. A strange light flashed in his old eyes, as if he saw a peerless goddess awakening before his eyes.

"Haha, I underestimated Bing'er."

Fu Zu felt a sense of amazement in his heart. Not only had Ying Huanhuan's cultivation reached the highest level, but what was even more rare was her heart of Taoism - it was as crystal clear as ten thousand years of black ice, yet it contained a fiery will to burn the world to ashes.

Not far away, Mu Zi looked at the scene of the master and disciple reuniting, a slight curve appeared at the corner of her lips, and then she left quietly, leaving the space to Master Fu and his disciple.

Not long after, Mu Zi met Ying Huanhuan alone, who was staring at the starry sky in a daze.

"Anything on your mind?"

Ying Huanhuan shook her head gently and looked back at Mu Zi: "I was just thinking about the past."

Mu Zi's eyes moved slightly. The past that Ying Huanhuan was talking about should be the time she spent as the Ice Lord.

"I used to be ignorant and just wanted to protect the world left by my master. I could give up my own feelings for this purpose."

Ying Huanhuan spoke slowly, and there was no negative emotion in her tone. Instead, it was filled with a sense of ease.

"In this life, I met you. In addition to my senior sister and the others, I now have someone I can truly consider my friend."

"Thank you." Ying Huanhuan turned to face Mu Zi and said softly.

Mu Zi walked forward and stood side by side with Ying Huanhuan. A moving color emerged on her delicate profile.

"You also said that we are friends. There's no need to be so polite between friends, right?"

"Well, that makes sense."

Ying Huanhuan nodded thoughtfully, then leaned lightly on Mu Zi's shoulders, with a slightly playful expression on her pretty face.

Mu Zi laughed and said nothing more. She let Ying Huanhuan lean on her shoulder and tidied up her ice-blue hair. Her gentle movements were very considerate.
"Huanhuan, let me see how your training progress is?"

Mu Zi's voice rang in her ears. Ying Huanhuan did not respond, but directly put a slender hand in front of Mu Zi.

“You have beautiful hands.”

Looking at the flawless slender jade hands, Mu Zi's eyes were filled with admiration. Ying Huanhuan's hands seemed like works of art carved by God, giving a moving and stunning feeling.

"Each each other."

Ying Huanhuan's gaze lingered on Mu Zi's equally flawless hands, with admiration in her eyes.

Then, the two beautiful hands were clasped together, and Ying Huanhuan felt a soft touch enveloping her palms.

And in Mu Zi's feeling, Ying Huanhuan's hands were slightly cool and very comfortable to hold.

"Well, let me see."

After Mu Zi signaled, she penetrated into Ying Huanhuan's body, sensing it carefully deep inside her. After a moment, Mu Zi's eyes flickered and she slowly spoke:

"Huanhuan, your cultivation has reached a bottleneck. Now your Dao heart has been perfected, but your origin is still a little lacking."

"Continuing to break through will be detrimental to your future. Stop practicing for now."

"I know," Ying Huanhuan nodded slightly, without much surprise in her tone.

"There is a spirit outside, it seems to be in the Ice Spirit Clan. I am planning to wait for some time, until the matter of the Martial Realm is over, and then find a way to solve the problem of the origin."

Seeing Ying Huanhuan looking over, Mu Zi paused, then revealed a gentle smile and said:
"I came to find you with this intention. What do you think? Go to the Ice Spirit Tribe to negotiate and get that spirit back. I'll go with you."

Seeing that Mu Zi wanted to accompany her to the Ice Spirit Tribe, Ying Huanhuan's pretty face was slightly surprised, and then she whispered:

"The founding of Wujing still requires you to be in charge. You don't have to take time out for me. I can handle it myself."

Mu Zi smiled calmly and blinked at Ying Huanhuan: "This is related to your cultivation. As a friend, how can I just ignore it?"

Mu Zi had always been concerned about the affairs of the Ice Spirit Clan. After returning to the Great Thousand World and settling the people of the Tianxuan Realm, she immediately found Ying Huanhuan and wanted to help him resolve the matter.

"Thank you then."

Ying Huanhuan raised the corners of her lips slightly, and gently held Mu Zi's fair palm with her delicate hand. She met Mu Zi's eyes, and her icy blue eyes sparkled with a strange brilliance.

"Well, stop it!"

Facing Ying Huanhuan's approaching gaze, Mu Zi immediately retreated and slowly looked away. At the last moment, she saw a flash of cunning in Ying Huanhuan's eyes.

"Okay, enough joking, let's get going now."

Mu Zi smiled softly, then took Ying Huanhuan's hand, and her figure flickered slightly. The next moment, the two of them disappeared from the spot.
(End of this chapter)