Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"Master."

Su Chen withdrew his sword and flicked his sleeve behind him.

"Han Ye is inextricably linked to the disappearance of his disciple's followers."

"But you want to protect him."

"Is this what you're telling your disciple?"

The ancient spiritual energy in the clouds remained unmoved.

"Su Chen, I have my own difficulties as a teacher."

"Difficulties?"

Su Chen sneered.

"Disciple understands."

"In the end, even the direct descendant can't compare to a dutiful errand boy."

That's a very strong statement.

The hundreds of disciples in the square lowered their heads even further.

There was a brief silence on the cloud.

Without waiting for a reply, Su Chen's feet spun with a magical light, and his figure rose into the clouds above the main peak.

The figure in the angry-scaled blue robe swept past the two stone pillars of the mountain gate, stirring up a gust of wind that swirled the dust on the newly paved bluestone high into the air.

They left decisively.

Han Ye clutched his broken shoulder, knelt on the ground, and watched helplessly as Su Chen's figure disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

His face turned pale and then flushed.

High above, Li Changfeng removed the restrictive barrier, a smile appearing on his old face.

That kid.

The acting was quite convincing.

The statement just now, that a direct disciple is no match for a errand boy, almost made him, as the master, lose his composure.

Li Changfeng stroked his chin.

okay.

He vented his anger, broke his arm, and saved face.

This kid has really gotten good at things.

...

The wind blew south from Qingzhou, passing over several seas of clouds, and by the time it reached the tea fields near Yanyu Pavilion, the tea had already softened.

A thin mist rose between the tea bushes.

The beaded curtain in the main hall swayed in the wind, and behind the curtain, Wang Yuyan was adding water to the pot of orchids on the table.

When Su Chen landed at the palace gate, Wang Yuyan paused for a moment in her jade pot.

"My husband is back."

There was a hint of excitement in his voice.

Su Chen shook off a bit of cloudiness that was stuck to his sleeve.

"The matter is settled."

"That bastard Han Ye lost an arm."

Wang Yuyan put down the jade pot and quickly came over.

"Should."

"That old bastard deserved this fate."

Su Chen sat down on the purple bamboo chair and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was freshly brewed and still very hot.

"Yu Yan, pack your things."

"Come back to the Xuanhuang Continent with me."

Wang Yuyan's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

"My husband..."

"Yu Yan wants to stay in Qingzhou for a while longer."

Su Chen looked up at her.

"What?"

Wang Yuyan put the teacup back on the table and sat down next to Su Chen.

"That old bastard Han Ye is vicious."

"Although my husband just severed his arm, there's no guarantee he won't turn on Yanyu Pavilion again in the future."

"My father is only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm; how could he possibly stop a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"If Yuyan stays, she can at least save face for her father."

Su Chen smiled.

But in my heart, I knew perfectly well what was going on.

Han Ye has now lost an arm, suffered severe damage to his primordial spirit, and his cultivation level has wavered.

A crippled Nascent Soul cultivator dares to provoke his father-in-law again?

Unless he doesn't want to live anymore.

Furthermore, today's incident has become common knowledge throughout the sect. Su Chen, who is at the Refinement stage, severed Han Ye's arm, and even the Supreme Elder only symbolically intervened.

From now on, who in Qingzhou would dare to reach out to the thirty-seven peaks of Yanyu Pavilion?

However, Su Chen did not point this out.

It's a good thing that a woman has the heart to protect her own family.

If you want to stay, then stay.

Su Chen put his hand on Wang Yuyan's shoulder.

"You don't need to worry too much about Han Ye; he's in dire straits right now."

Wang Yuyan nodded, then hesitated.

"Then, my husband...won't you stay a few more days?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"They cannot be kept."

"There are several matters on the Xuanhuang Continent that cannot be delayed."

Wang Yuyan didn't ask any more questions.

She had long since gotten used to marrying such a husband.

Su Chen's heart has never been in this small world of Qingzhou.

The orchid in the corner of the hall swayed its leaves as the breeze blew through the hall.

Su Chen went through the mental record again.

Upon returning to the Xuanhuang Continent, the first thing I must do is visit the Baoguang Pavilion.

Ying Ning'er is now one of his disciples, so he needs to secretly and slowly pave the way for her to resell magical artifacts.

This business makes money quickly, but it's also eye-catching, so you can't rush it.

The second task is to find Wang Mei.

That lowly servant has now amassed some connections in the rogue cultivator world. If we hand over the alchemy workshop to her and allocate a batch of spirit stones as a safety net, it should be able to keep going.

From now on, I will not take a single spirit stone from Misty Rain Pavilion.

Luoyan City is such a large place; craftsmen, prescriptions, and sources of goods all require money.

From now on, these spirit stones will have to be generated through these methods.

Su Chen picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The tea has gone a bit cold.

But the most important thing is still weighing on my mind.

Xueyuan Pavilion.

The wedding is just two months away.

I wonder how that aloof girl is doing now.

Su Chen placed the teacup on the table.

"Yu Yan".

"Don't stay in Qingzhou for long."

"Stay for a few months, then return to the Xuanhuang Continent to find me."

Wang Yuyan stood up and straightened Su Chen's collar.

"Yu Yan has noted it down."

"Husband, please be careful on your journey."

Su Chen didn't say anything more, and with a swift movement, he was already outside the hall.

The figure in the green robe flashed in the thin mist of the tea field and then disappeared.

Wang Yuyan stood at the palace gate, gazing at the vast expanse of clouds.

The wind blew a strand of hair from her temple onto her face.

Marrying this kind of person means we'll be apart most of the time; it's fate.

...

The waves of the Boundless Sea crashed against the reefs of the island outside Tian Shu Star City.

The waves are huge.

On the island, towering peaks rise one after another, with palaces nestled in their waists, and spiritual energy cascading down the mountain walls like waterfalls.

This was originally a training ground that the Starry Sky Dao Sect moved to a few years ago.

Ever since the arrival of Master Hongfu in Tian Shu Star City, who took over the world's number one star city as his training ground, the entire Xingkong Daoji Sect has wisely moved to this island.

With the powerful backing of Master Hongfu, a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Starry Sky Dao Sect has been enjoying unparalleled prominence in the Xuanhuang Continent for the past few years.

At the summit of the main peak, in a quiet room.

The room was filled with the delicate fragrance of incense.

An old man dressed in a black Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing, his spiritual energy rising and falling like the tide.

Wang Qiushan.

The Supreme Elder of the Starry Sky Dao Sect, a Grand Cultivator in the mid-stage of the Void Refinement Realm.

His spiritual power surged to its peak, and it seemed about to break through the barrier, but at the last moment he fell back down.

Wang Qiushan slowly opened his eyes.

A barely concealed irritation lingered in his eyes.

The middle stage of refining the void.

I've been stuck at this level for four hundred years.

Just one step away.

He was just one step away from reaching the late stage of the Void Refinement realm.

He tried this step countless times, but each time he failed at the last moment.

There was a gentle knock on the door of the quiet room three times.

"Supreme Elder."

Yun Changqing's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Wang Qiushan straightened his sleeves.

Yun Changqing pushed open the door and entered, bowing respectfully.

His face held a hint of seriousness.

"What is it?"

Wang Qiushan picked up a cup of spiritual tea from the table, but didn't drink it; he simply held it in his palm.

"Supreme Elder."

Yun Changqing bent his waist even more.

"It seems something is about to happen in Luoyan City."

"I went to Xueyuan Pavilion and delivered the message."

"Now, Xueyuan Pavilion and Luoyan City are most likely going to break ties with our sect."

"If things go wrong, it could escalate into a major war."

Wang Qiushan gently placed the cup of tea on the table.

A disdainful smile appeared on that old face.

...