Chapter 62: Fishing for an Old Lover, Looking Back After a Hundred Years

Wang Yulou, seated in the flying carriage, looked down at the earth; the people of Gu Shen Zong had already advanced to within three hundred li of Miaofeng Mountain, and he asked with some unease.

"Ancestor, Gu Shen Zong has fought their way here; will the Red Lantern Lantern not come out to stop them?"

Disciples of Gu Shen Zong have attacked the territory of the Red Lantern Lantern, tearing at the sphere of influence of Miaofeng Mountain; regarding this matter, the Red Lantern Lantern ought to come out and block them.

Just like the territorial battles in Hong Kong films, Gu Shen Zong is equivalent to a new branch of the Tianshe Sect, which is of the size of the character 'Da'; now that they are bullying right to the face, the Red Lantern Lantern should come out to support Miaofeng Mountain.

"The situation is very complex; Miaofeng Mountain already has three Purple Palaces, making it one of the two among the Red Lantern Lantern's subordinate sects with the most Purple Palaces.

Their previous sect master, Li Haiping, now wishes to advance to the Purple Palace, and various forces within the Red Lantern Lantern are secretly tripping him up.

Otherwise, how could Miaofeng Mountain be in such a wretched state?"

Wang Yulou instantly understood; this belonged to the category of fearing that the subordinate's days are bitter, yet also fearing that the subordinate has many Purple Palaces.

The Red Lantern Lantern, ah, the Red Lantern Lantern; these so-called Shi Sect are ten percent black.

"Since everyone is secretly tripping him up, why does our Wang Clan still dare to help Miaofeng Mountain?"

Wang Yuan has truly grown up now; he can already see the true threads of the game in the Cultivation World, and he has asked the key question.

"Correct; we cannot help easily, so the Clan Head sent me out to show a few moves, so that we can later raise the price with Miaofeng Mountain."

In ordinary disputes between powers, only those below Foundation Establishment can come out; Wang Xian Zhou's strength is comparable to Foundation Establishment, but his cultivation is only Qi Refining.

And most of Miaofeng Mountain's resources are used to support Li Haiping, who is about to open a Purple Palace; Qi Refining disciples know that the sect's Foundation Establishment opportunities will shrink significantly in the coming decades, so they have all changed their allegiance.

Now, veteran Qi Refining experts like Wang Xian Zhou are the assistance Miaofeng Mountain needs most.

Wang Rongyuan could cut Tang Nianqiu, fighting twenty at once, cutting until the magical artifact's edge was dull without even panting.

Wang Xian Zhou could one-finger instantly kill Gao Jian, who is also at the peak of Qi Refining; instantly killing twenty might just make him pant a bit.

Thinking of this, Wang Yulou gradually realized that the Wang Shi was actually not as storm-tossed as he had thought.

The Clan Head dared to offer so many tributes to Master Mangxiang because he had confidence.

Just then, Wang Xian Zhou cried out in shock.

"What boldness!"

He directly abandoned the Mirror Silver Orchid Flying Carriage, pushed off with both feet, and flew into the air.

Wang Yulou and Wang Yuan, seated in the carriage, immediately fell along with the carriage; however, the two were not panicked, for the Ancestor was here, and the Hundred Li Free and Unfettered Talisman was also present; there was nothing to fear.

Wang Yulou looked up at the sky, quickly searching for the direction from which the enemy attacked, but found nothing.

Wang Yuan, with a tense face, grabbed his elder brother's clothes and activated a Spirit Crane Lightness Talisman; this thing could guarantee that the two of them would not be killed by the fall.

Wang Xian Zhou in the sky had already activated his spells; this former Envoy of the Xian Alliance held a long halberd and rode on the back of a Crimson Sparrow at the peak of the Minor Demon Realm.

"Wang Xian Zhou, you truly deserve to die! I have followed you for nearly two hundred years, and I still have to fight a Foundation Establishment to the death, and it's one against two! You truly deserve to die!"

The Crimson Sparrow flew quickly while cursing; Wang Xian Zhou, squatting, ignored the beast; he held his breath and exerted force, hurling the long halberd fiercely toward the empty half-sky to his side-front.

Immediately, a black flying sword that suddenly appeared clashed with the long halberd.

"Boom!"

The long halberd exploded directly; the Medium-Grade Magical Artifact flying sword was also struck and injured, losing its ability to engage in spell combat.

Qi Refining cutting down Foundation Establishment; did you think this was a joke?

Even if a High-Grade Magical Artifact came, Wang Xian Zhou could still maneuver!

Wang Yulou and Wang Yuan, quickly falling to the ground, stared blankly at what was before them: the white flying sword hovering in the half-sky, trembling, and fell into a daze.

So, this is Foundation Establishment.

So, this is the Ancestor's strength.

When the two could see nothing, Wang Xian Zhou had already seen the enemy and discovered the enemy's assault.

He immediately made a decisive response and did not worry at all about the safety of Wang Yulou and Wang Yuan.

First, there were no Qi Refining cultivators of Gu Shen Zong within ten-plus li nearby.

Second, the two who came were both Foundation Establishment; as long as they still wanted to live, they would not dare to act against Wang Yulou or Wang Yuan.

The Xian Alliance has an order: if Foundation Establishment moves recklessly, they must pay with their lives!

Moving against Qi Refining cultivators also requires paying with one's life!

All the leeks in the world belong to the great Purple Palace experts and Jin Dan True Persons; Foundation Establishment has no qualification to touch them!

Not even a single hair can be touched!

The white magical artifact flying sword stopping before the two was the best proof; Wang Yulou once again felt the terror of the Xian Alliance.

Yes, terror.

Under the pressure of the Xian Alliance, what difference is there between Foundation Establishment and pigs or dogs?

There is no difference; it is merely that Qi Refining cultivators are more passive in the cage, while Foundation Establishment has a bit more choice, but not much more.

Just like now; although two Foundation Establishment experts were secretly watching, Wang Xian Zhou on the back of the Crimson Sparrow had already begun to settle the victory.

"Ha, two 'seniors'; I am traveling properly; why do 'seniors' want to attack a small Qi Refining cultivator like me?

Did you forget Article Thirteen of the Xian Alliance Cultivator Conduct Decree? Do you need me to help you recall it?

Speaking of which, I was once an Envoy of the Xian Alliance; I am familiar with the decree.

Xian Alliance Cultivator Conduct Decree, Article Thirteen..."

Just as Wang Xian Zhou, quite self-satisfied, chanted the spell for a successful frame-up, a gentle and elegant, yet extremely shocked, female voice sounded.

"Brother Wang Xian Zhou, is it you?"

As if a pause button had been pressed, Wang Yulou noticed that his own Ancestor's expression first froze, then showed surprise, and finally turned into a strange silence.

This was the first time Wang Yulou had seen a sense of silence in a person's expression; he realized that among the two Foundation Establishment who came, there was likely someone familiar to the Ancestor.

The white flying sword returned like a swimming fish and fell into the hand of the owner of that blue escape light; behind that escape light followed a black escape light.

As these two Foundation Establishment cultivators gradually approached, Wang Yulou saw the people on the escape lights clearly.

That was an unparalleled beauty dressed in blue magical robes, looking to be only in her early twenties; she stared blankly at the aged Wang Xian Zhou and, for a moment, could not speak a word.

The owner of the black escape light was a smooth-faced, effeminate man; he seemed to be the woman's husband, and his face was dark as he stared at the flying sword in his hand, then at Wang Xian Zhou.

Then he stepped forward and wrapped his arm around his wife's waist.

Yet, what Wang Yulou could not have imagined was that the blue-clad beauty instinctively stepped half a body's length backward in midair, avoiding her husband's hand.

Hm?

Fishing for an old lover, Ancestor—doesn't this situation feel a little awkward?

Wang Yulou dared not look; elders' affairs required juniors to have good sense.

He casually pressed down on Wang Yuan's head, and both bowed their heads, counting the ants on the ground.

One, two—wait, why only two?

Oh, so we're the ants.

Yet their ears stood high; eating gossip meant knowing when to eat—but never too openly.

"Wang Xian Zhou, isn't this little Qianqian? You two used to be..."

Hong Que had a playful nature; seeing the two Foundation Establishment cultivators silent and Wang Xian Zhou silent too, it cleverly chose to break the silence.

Old friends meet again, Wang Xian Zhou—I'm helping you, Hong Que, absolutely not retaliating for your habit of dragging me into life-or-death situations.

Wang Xian Zhou casually cast a spell, sealing Hong Que's foul mouth, preventing the bastard from uttering the rest of his nonsense.

"You're Wang Xian Zhou?"

The husband forgot the wife's instinctive half-step retreat—he asked in astonishment.

He noticed Wang Xian Zhou's aged skin, his speckled white hair, and... his Qi Condensation realm cultivation.

"Hmm. Pay me twenty thousand spirit stones, and I'll act as if nothing happened."

"Otherwise, you know the consequences—Foundation Establishment cultivators violating Article Thirteen face a minimum penalty of twenty years serving on the Western Sea's demon-hunting front."

Wang Xian Zhou kept his head down, not looking at the two Foundation Establishment "seniors" before him; as he pieced together the fragments of his halberd, he stated his price.

He clearly valued the broken halberd in his hands.

Indeed, this High-Quality Technique halberd was forged from eighth-rank black steel, its tip refined with seventh-rank spiritual material—mother-of-pearl beads.

Originally fine material, further refined by a Secret Technique, it had once roamed heaven and earth, its High-Quality Technique form shattering mid-rank spiritual weapons.

The husband had a full name: he hailed from the Gu Shen family, a vassal clan of the Tianshe Sect, named Gu Shen Qingyuan.

"Twenty thousand? Wang Xian Zhou, you're nearly dead—aren't you afraid your greed will bring disaster upon the Wang Shi?"

Gu Shen Qingyuan threatened with a chilling tone.

He had studied this old lover of his wife's: Wang Xian Zhou was at least one hundred and sixty years old, with at most fifty years left to live.

Given his past injury that blocked his breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, whether he could extend his life beyond three centuries remained uncertain—he might not even reach one hundred and eighty.

Wang Xian Zhou abandoned his attempt to reassemble the halberd, raised his head, and stared straight at Gu Shen Qingyuan.

Fishing for an old lover, now looking back, a hundred years have passed—he dared not look at Ning Qianqian, still youthful and beautiful, beside Gu Shen Qingyuan.

As if releasing all his pent-up bitterness, Wang Xian Zhou threatened:

"Gu Shen Qingyuan, do you want to die?"

A Qi Condensation cultivator with a damaged Dao Foundation stood before a Foundation Establishment cultivator and asked if he wanted to die.

Wang Yulou silently cheered for his Ancestor in his heart, yet felt some worry.

He thought his Ancestor shouldn't act impulsively, yet also felt that avoiding action was inappropriate—at least for now.

The old man lets loose his youthful madness—Wang Xian Zhou has devoted his life to the clan; must he, in old age, be bullied by peers who've achieved Foundation Establishment?

No, it must not be so!

Seeing Wang Xian Zhou's icy, murderous gaze, Gu Shen Qingyuan instinctively shrank his pupils, his hairs bristling.

"Wang Xian Zhou, here are the spirit stones you requested. Apologies—we've disturbed your journey."

Ning Qianqian spoke, breaking the stare between them; she tossed a storage bag, then turned and left without looking back.

Her escape light as she departed was even faster than when she arrived.

Gu Shen Qingyuan shot Wang Xian Zhou a cold, venomous glare; Wang Xian Zhou glared back, then pulled out another halberd in his hand.

Gu Shen Qingyuan, if you dare strike, I dare kill!

Remembering Wang Xian Zhou's former reputation, Gu Shen Qingyuan dared not continue glaring; he snorted coldly and chased after his wife.

The mission to demonstrate strength at Miaofeng Mountain succeeded; the extortion succeeded too.

Wang Xian Zhou completed the clan chief's task—and made a hefty profit.

But on the return journey, the air inside the flying carriage was oppressively heavy; Wang Yulou and Wang Yuan dared not speak.

Wang Xian Zhou drove the carriage while continuing to piece together the halberd shattered in battle.

Yet, for some reason, no matter how he tried, he could never assemble it properly.

It was as if he could not find the correct positions of the fragments—or as if one piece was missing.

Suddenly, Wang Xian Zhou awoke from his reverie.

He stopped his hands, recalling all the halberd fragments into his storage bag.

If it won't reassemble, then let it be.

Even if he repaired the halberd, how could he mend his own life, now a wasteland of ruins?