Chapter 217: They've come back, they've all come back

At this moment, in the eyes of the many disciples, the figures of Hong Zun, Bai Hua Xianzi, and others became extraordinarily tall.

It was they, they who led their disciples, resisting countless water tribes at Jinhai Yingdi, preventing the water tribes from setting foot in Dongzhou; they are the heroes of the Sect.

"What's wrong with these guys? Their eyes are brimming with hot tears."

But Hong Zun looked at the disciples with a speechless expression, "What are you doing?"

As Hong Zun's group disembarked, the inner disciples of the two peaks followed, naturally led by the two senior disciples, Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou.

Moreover, at this moment the two were whispering to each other, looking very intimate.

"This is the Senior Brother of Divine Sword Peak, Zhao Zhengping, and the Senior Sister of Jade Maiden Peak, Zhao Rou."

"I heard they are childhood sweethearts and will surely become Dao companions in the future."

"How romantic! I also wish to have such a Dao companion."

The two are regarded as a model of Dao companions within the Dao Yi Sect, but the disciples don't know that their conversation at this moment is as follows.

"Zhao Zhengping, I warn you once and for all: if you dare steal my food again, I will absolutely not forgive you."

"But you also stole mine before."

"I don't care..."

"You don't care about me, and I don't care about you either."

"You're bullying me."

"When have I ever bullied you?"

"Heartless man."

"Unreasonable troublemaking."

"What are you saying? Zhao Zhengping, don't you love me anymore? Do you despise me? You must have a new lover outside, you heartless man."

"Can't be bothered with you."

"Hmph, I've said it before: in my Zhao Rou's world, there is never divorce, only widowhood; if you want to abandon me, I'll kill you and then commit suicide, heartless man—take this sword!"

The disciples were completely unaware of this and continued to praise the couple's affection.

"Look, Brother Zhao and Sister Zhao are really loving."

"Yeah, just looking at them you can see their relationship is good; they never want to part at any moment."

"Exactly, look, Sister Zhao has drawn her sword."

"Yes, yes, with one sword she lunged to kill Brother Zhao."

"Holy shit, they've started fighting."

Bafflingly, Zhao Rou and Zhao Zhengping started fighting; facing the furious Zhao Rou, Zhao Zhengping was completely confused.

"No, what are you doing?"

"I'll kill you and then commit suicide."

"You're crazy."

"No, I'm not crazy; you've changed your heart."

"I fucking haven't."

"You have; say, who is the fox spirit outside?"

"I said I fucking don't have any fox spirit."

"Still trying to fool me."

Zhao Rou refused to give up; seeing this, Xu Jie and the others behind her quickly reacted and moved to stop them at once.

"They're fighting again."

"Yeah, in the past half month they've already fought over thirty times."

"Sigh, intervene—I'm afraid the Senior Brother will be hacked to death."

Recently, the relationship between Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou seems to have developed a slight problem; they often argue and then come to blows.

On average they fight 2.1 times a day, and Xu Jie and the others have grown accustomed to it.

Soon they were separated; Xu Jie, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou and others held back Zhao Zhengping, while Zhong Ling and others restrained Zhao Rou.

Being embraced by several junior sisters, Zhao Rou still unwillingly said.

"Let go of me, let go of me, he has someone else outside.........."

"Zhao Rou, don't talk nonsense; when have I ever had someone outside?"

"Then why don't you care for me anymore?"

"How am I not caring for you?"

"You're stealing my food."

"Alright, alright, Senior Sister, calm down, we'll talk later."

"Senior Brother, forget it; a good man doesn't fight with a woman."

The scene instantly became utterly chaotic; aside from the disciples of Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak, whose expressions remained normal as they were already accustomed, the other disciples, including Sect high-level figures like Qi Xiong, were stunned.

Hong Zun gave an embarrassed smile and said.

"Um...... family conflict, family conflict, huh."

"Haha, the young couple is just being awkward; it'll be fine tomorrow."

"Exactly, exactly, young people being impulsive is quite normal."

The bigwigs spoke with smiles that didn't reach their eyes, desperately trying to ease the embarrassment, but it seemed to have little effect.

In the end, the welcome ceremony specially organized by Qi Xiong came to an abrupt end like this, and Zhao Rou and Zhao Zhengping were also forcibly separated by the junior brothers and sisters, each returning to their own Dong Fu.

Ye Zhangqing also returned to the familiar kitchen, opened the courtyard gate, took a deep breath, and for this small courtyard he truly felt a reluctance to leave, even surpassing his feelings for the Ye family.

After all, in a certain sense, this small courtyard was Ye Zhangqing's first home after his transmigration, and it was here that he experienced the initial confusion, fear, and loneliness.

The shabby courtyard bore Ye Zhangqing's countless feelings.

"Xiao Bai, Dàhuáng, we're home."

Speaking to the crane and dog behind him, upon hearing this, Xiao Bai let out two strange 'kieh-kieh' cries, while Dàhuáng looked around, his dog eyes full of curiosity.

"Young master, you've always lived here, but it's not as good as home."

"Even so, to me this place is thousands, even tens of thousands of times better than a gold or silver mansion."

Because they had just returned to the sect today and Fàn diǎn had already passed, Ye Zhangqing didn't need to be busy, and the Divine Sword Peak disciples also seemed very quiet.

Faced with the utterly quiet Divine Sword Peak, that night the disciples of the other peaks all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They were worried that the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ would return to the sect and act as before, but that night nothing happened at Divine Sword Peak.

A disciple sighed.

"It seems that this great battle really tempered Divine Sword Peak."

"Yeah, Shīzūn said that only between life and death does one truly get tempered, and that's not wrong."

"A prodigal's return is worth more than gold."

Everyone thought Divine Sword Peak had truly changed, but it's obvious these disciples were overthinking.

It was only one night, but as the next morning arrived, familiar footsteps, shouts, and fighting sounds once again rang out over Divine Sword Peak.

"Charge!"

"Mealtime!"

"Don't fight over it, today's first meal after returning to the sect, we want................"

"Get out of the way, Vajra Leg, scram."

"Hey hey, junior brother, you still trying to pull my pants? Shī xiōng, I've tied a dead knot."

"As expected of Shī xiōng, but junior brother wants to ask, how do you go to the toilet?"

"What's it to you, I won't let you cut it!"

"Winding Hand."

"Clear Flow Wall."

"Flowing Light Step."

"Soft Palm."

A familiar sight: countless Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ surged down from the summit to the mountainside all at once.

At first it was fine, but as the small paths kept merging and finally reached the main road, there rose clouds of dust, terrifying battle aftermath, and crowds pushing forward.

They've returned, and everything is back.

The disciples of the other peaks who had been Xiūliàn felt their mouths twitch after seeing this, and I thought, 'What the hell was I sighing about last night?'

"As expected, a dog can't change its habit of eating feces."

"Here we go again, huh?"

"Hah, I was too naive to actually believe in Divine Sword Peak."