How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

"Brother Murong, although the alliance has been established, how should the spoils of war be distributed?" Huangfu Kun asked.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to propose a plan now. What do you all think?

Brother Murong, please tell me.

First, after the Wanfa Sect is wiped out, all its cultivation techniques, secret manuals, spiritual veins, rare treasures, and ancient inheritances will be equally distributed among our five forces, without any competition among us.”

"Secondly, if any special treasures are discovered (such as heaven-defying treasures that aid in the path to becoming an emperor), they shall be jointly possessed by the five of us. If any of us becomes greedy, the other four will join forces to destroy it."

"Very well, I agree to this distribution plan. My Xuanyuan family agrees to this alliance and is willing to join forces to annihilate the Myriad Laws Sect!"

"My Huangfu family also swears an oath to the death; we will not rest until the Wanfa Sect is destroyed!"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Supreme Elder of Taiqing exchanged a glance and nodded in unison, saying, "Our two holy lands also agree with Patriarch Murong's distribution plan, and will also abide by the alliance, working together with everyone to destroy the Myriad Laws Sect!"

"It's good that everyone agrees on this distribution plan."

The Murong family head abruptly changed the subject, saying, "But the alliance we've made today must not be leaked. If the Myriad Laws Sect finds out, our families will all face annihilation."

"Brother Murong, rest assured, we understand the importance of this matter! Upon returning, we will only report today's alliance to the patriarch and a few elders; the other elders will not have the right to know," Xuan Yuanlie said.

"Brother Xuanyuan is absolutely right. Our families will also act in the same way."

Hahaha... Alright! Please, everyone, have some tea.

In a wilderness in southern Middle-earth...

Eight people and two beasts were sitting together, enjoying the succulent dragon meat, their mouths greasy with oil.

"Why are you three eating so little? Eat more!" Xiao Ningyun said.

"Xiaoyun, the dragon meat contains a huge amount of energy and spiritual energy. Their cultivation is still shallow, and they can't withstand too much of it. Didn't you see that they had to refine it before they could eat more?" Ning Tian explained with a smile.

"Brother, why didn't it have any effect on me after I ate it?"

"Because your cultivation level is much higher than theirs, you don't feel any obvious effects."

“Brother Ning Tian is right,” one of the children chimed in. “Our cultivation levels are too low to eat much, but after a few bites of meat, the depleted qi and blood have been gradually replenished, and our cultivation levels have even increased by two minor realms.”

"Shouyi, is your Jiang family a prominent family in Fengtian City?"

"No, our Jiang family is just a second-rate family. Our most powerful ancestor is only at the early stage of the Saint Realm."

"Oh... we're very close to Fengtian City now. After you finish eating, you can return to Fengtian City."

Jiang Shouyi said, both excited and a little nervous, "Brother Ning Tian, ​​Sister Mu, Brother Kun, and Master, thank you so much for taking care of me along the way."

The group smiled and waved their hands, saying, "Don't mention it!"

At this moment, the other two children from the Jiang family, who had been listening quietly, also expressed their gratitude.

After finishing their meal, the group continued their journey. In less than half a day, they arrived outside Fengtian City. Looking at this magnificent yet familiar city, Jiang Shouyi excitedly shouted, "This is it! My home is here!"

Outside the city gates, people came and went, and the bustling traffic and noise of the marketplace filled the air, showcasing the prosperity and tranquility of the world.

"Let's go! We'll go into the city first and take you home first," Ning Tian said.

"Alright! The Jiang family lives in the east of the city. I'll take you back to my home."

The Jiang family residence is located east of Fengtian City.

The Jiang family is not a top-tier aristocratic family; in the southern region, they can only be considered a second-rate family. However, the Jiang family has been operating in Fengtian City for over a thousand years, with deep roots. Although there are not many cultivators in the family, they are united—the Jiang family never engages in internal strife, which is almost unheard of among aristocratic families.

At this moment, the gates of the Jiang family mansion were tightly closed.

Since the three children went missing, the gates of the Jiang family mansion have rarely been opened.

Jiang Shouyi stood in front of the Jiang family's gate, excitedly banging on it.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Three sounds.

This is the Jiang family's knocking rule: family members only need to knock three times.

"Who is it?" Then came a series of footsteps, approaching from afar, accompanied by an aged voice: "Coming, coming, who is it in the middle of the day..."

The vermilion gate slowly opened.

An old servant opened the door. He had gray hair, a slightly hunched back, and wore a gray-blue short jacket typical of the Jiang family's servants. He looked up, ready to greet the arriving guest.

Then—he saw Jiang Shouyi. The old servant's smile froze instantly.

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them harder.

"Shou...Shouyi...?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Jiang Shouyi stood at the door, backlit, looking as thin as a piece of withered wood, with scars on his chest that had not completely faded.

But his eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as those of Jiang Changfeng, the eldest son of the Jiang family.

"Uncle Fu," Jiang Shouyi called out, his voice steady, but his eyes were red.

The old servant was jolted, as if struck by lightning.

"Shouyi! Ruyu and Xiao'an, you're all back!"

He grabbed Jiang Shouyi's hand, tears instantly welling up in his eyes and streaming down his wrinkled face. He kept calling out, "Shouyi's back! Shouyi's back! Someone come quick! Someone come quick!"

As he shouted, he pulled Jiang Shouyi towards the door. His previously slightly hunched legs suddenly became nimble, even faster than a young man's. He yelled into the courtyard, "The young master's child is back! Shouyi is back!"

That shout was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The Jiang family mansion instantly erupted in commotion. The first person to rush out was a woman.

She was in her thirties, dressed in plain clothes, with a simple hairpin in her hair. Her face was pretty but looked somewhat haggard—there were dark marks left by tears in her eyes, her cheekbones were high, and her cheeks were sunken. It was clear at a glance that she was someone who had worried herself sick and cried her eyes out.

She was Jiang Shouyi's mother and Jiang Changfeng's wife, Zhou Shi.

She stumbled as she rushed out of the inner courtyard, nearly falling on the veranda. Uncle Fu reached out to help her, but she pushed him away.

Where is Shouyi?

But when she saw the thin boy at the door, she seemed to be nailed to the spot.

For more than a month, she has dreamed of this scene every night: her child standing at the door, calling her "Mother".

She thought she would never hear it again in her life.

"Shouyi...?" Her voice trembled, her hands trembled, her whole body trembled, "Is it you...?"

Jiang Shouyi looked at his mother. In just over a month, she had become much more haggard, and there were fine lines around her eyes.

"Mother," Jiang Shouyi called out.

That single word made Zhou's body go limp, and she knelt down on the ground.

"Shouyi, Shouyi...it really is you..."

Her tears flowed like a burst dam, and she let out a suppressed sob, as if she wanted to let out all the tears she had accumulated over the past month at once.

Jiang Shouyi could no longer hold back.

He rushed over and hugged his mother tightly. "Mother, I'm back."

Zhou hugged him tightly, as if she were holding the whole world that she had lost and then regained.

"You're back...you're back...it's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."