Chapter 633: Grandmaster of the Zhou Surname

"Trial Project (Seven-Star), rescue someone from >3 Strong Martial Artists and escape unscathed, completed. Experience Points +200,000."

Zhou You heard the system prompt in his ear and let out a sigh of relief.

He switched back to the Tiger-Crane Dual-Form Fist, and the Strong Martial realm receded like a tide, reverting to the level of a high-level Martial Master.

Zhu Qinghua was close by and intuitively sensed the change; she asked in surprise, "Master Zhou, you..."

She immediately recalled the other party mentioning that he possessed a Pseudo-Strong Martial realm that could not be sustained.

Looking around, they had already reached the territory of Fucheng, but the five Strong Martial Artists had not pursued them; they were safe for the time being.

"Great kindness requires no thanks. Master Zhou, once I return to my family, I will certainly reward your life-saving grace with heavy gifts."

Zhu Qinghua said sincerely, when suddenly the bead bracelet on her wrist flickered; a message had arrived.

At this moment, taking advantage of the mission being completed and the map not yet having faded, Zhou You saw two green dots approaching.

These two green dots were enormous, clearly representing Strong Martial Artists from a friendly faction; there was no need to ask, they were Zhu Qinghua's reinforcements.

"The thank-you gift is unnecessary; please do me a favor and keep today's events confidential."

"You are welcome to visit Fucheng when you have time."

After speaking, Zhou You bowed heavily to Zhu Qinghua, turned, and disappeared in the direction opposite the green dots.

Zhu Qinghua covered her surprised mouth, unable to react for a long time. Why did he leave so hurriedly? She hadn't even expressed her gratitude yet!

Half a day later, two Strong Martial Artists arrived together. Upon seeing Zhu Qinghua, they were overjoyed, "Young Miss, it is good that you are safe."

"Yue Gu, Brother Zhengfeng, I am fine. I encountered a young hero who stepped in to rescue me."

Zhu Qinghua hesitated for a moment with the words on her lips, deciding to keep her promise and maintain confidentiality for Zhou You.

She then said, "However, those 4 Strong Martial Artists, acting under the instigation of the Golden Immortal Dao to hunt me down, must not be let off."

The Strong Martial Artist called Yue Gu was a beautiful, mature woman. She took Zhu Qinghua's hand, "Poor child, you have been worried and frightened these past few days; don't concern yourself with those lowlifes."

"This time, the Golden Immortal Dao used the 'luring the tiger away from the mountain' tactic. We had not long left the family when we encountered an ambush and fell into a bitter struggle."

"Guess who suddenly appeared, wiped out the enemies, and allowed Zhengfeng and me to break free and come here?"

Zhu Qinghua was quick-witted; after a moment of thought, she blurted out, "Could it be my foster father?"

"Correct, it is indeed your foster father, Grandmaster Zhou."

Yue Gu looked toward the distant horizon, "He has already gone ahead to wipe out that bunch of clowns, to vent your anger."

Zhu Qinghua gently stroked her chest, "With foster father taking action, nothing can go wrong."

Suddenly, a thought struck her: Master Zhou also shares the surname Zhou, and his ancestral home is near Gongliang City; is it possible he has a connection to her foster father?

In the past, she would not have thought this way, but Zhou You was young and already possessed the strength of a Pseudo-Strong Martial realm. In actual combat, he had played 4 Strong Martial Artists like fools, and while leading her out of the encirclement, he had even managed to severely wound the pursuers.

This heaven-sent talent made her unable to help but associate him with her foster father.

Her foster father had also grown from an inconspicuous son of a concubine into a Grandmaster revered by ten thousand people.

All questions would have to wait until she saw her foster father.

Yue Gu and Zhengfeng watched Zhu Qinghua quietly, their concern tinged with a hint of respect.

Within the Beixuan Zhou Family, Zhu Qinghua's status and position were exceptionally different, far above the other legitimate sons and daughters.

Her foster father was the Grandmaster Zhou of the Dijing branch, and she was the daughter-in-law designated by the other party, destined to marry a descendant of the Grandmaster in the future.

Whether in terms of family bloodline or marriage alliance, Zhu Qinghua's importance was self-evident, which is why, as soon as she met with trouble, all the Strong Martial Artists were dispatched to rescue her. It was only by a hair's breadth that the Golden Immortal Dao had failed; fortunately, her foster father had come from afar to intervene.

Once a Grandmaster takes action, no amount of schemes, ambushes, or assassinations are of any use. The 5 or 6 Strong Martial Artists gathered by the Golden Immortal Dao suffered heavy casualties, nearly being wiped out entirely.

Following that, he traveled ten thousand miles without stopping to annihilate the powerful martial artist gang known as "Buguwu."

A moment later...

The air was filled with the stench of blood; everywhere there were broken crusts of earth, severed mountains, and dried-up, fractured rivers.

The severed corpse of the slick youth was impaled in the ground, and a head with eyes wide open in death was embedded in the rock, frozen in an expression of terror and despair from his final moments.

The old farmer's two long legs were twisted like a hemp rope around his own neck; his eyes were bulging and his tongue was protruding, as if he had been strangled to death by his own hands.

"Spare me, spare me! Even if I don't die, I'll be a cripple."

Xi Niangzi no longer possessed her previous ferocity and arrogance. She was being held high in mid-air by a middle-aged man who was pinching her neck with nonchalance. The 'velvet' on her body was piled at his feet, having been plucked from her body without a single strand left.

She was weeping with snot and tears streaming down; there was no trace of the demeanor of a Strong Martial Artist, looking just like a shrew desperately begging for mercy.

The middle-aged man let out an "Oh," giving her the illusion that she had grasped a chance to survive, "I am willing to confess! Everything was instigated by the Golden Immortal Dao. Feihong Gongzi was responsible for the connection; I was innocently dragged into this."

In the version where there is not a single error!

A crisp sound was heard; Xi Niangzi's neck bone snapped, and a massive force poured into her head, shattering her brains into a puddle of rotten tofu.

"Destroying my homeland first, hunting down Qinghua later—and you still harbor delusions of surviving?"

The middle-aged man cast the corpse aside and said gently, "According to the ancient customs of noble families, spring is a time of flourishing; one does not kill a mother beast. In consideration of your pregnancy, I allow you to end your own life."

The female Strong Martial Artist Yu Fu'er had her feet nailed to the spot. It was not that she did not want to flee, but the middle-aged man opposite her was a Grandmaster; with her meager skills, she could not escape even if she wanted to.

Her soft, beautiful face squeezed out an ugly smile. Although she had countless words to say in her heart, they finally turned into two dull, repetitive words: "Spare me."

"Boring!"

The middle-aged man sighed, "Having been away from home for many years, I wanted to see the old scenery, yet it has been destroyed by the likes of you. It truly ruins the mood."

"Enough. Since you do not want to die with dignity, I shall grant your wish."

He raised his palm. The plain palm looked like a lethal weapon of death in the eyes of Yu Fu'er.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, finally settling on the image of Zhou You. At the point of death, she unleashed her potential, and the countless thoughts in her mind strung together into a clear thread.

"I am pregnant with Zhou You's child; you cannot kill me."

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, "Who is Zhou You?"

He chuckled, "You won't live long even if you babble nonsense. Daring to lay a hand on my foster daughter, you should have the awareness of being annihilated if you are willing to be cannon fodder."

"No, the bloodline I carry is related to you! Your surname is Zhou, isn't it? You are the ancestor of Zhou Family Village, Zhou You's grand-uncle, that genius who left home in his youth."

Yu Fu'er desperately said everything she knew. This was information she had specifically inquired about regarding Zhou You's old home after she had borrowed his seed.

That great-uncle who left home at a young age might have long since gone missing, but if he were alive, he would certainly be an extraordinary personage.

Combining the "homeland" mentioned by the middle-aged man before her, and his status as a Grandmaster surnamed Zhou...

Yufu'er was willing to take a gamble! The result was that she had bet correctly.

"What kind of person is this Zhou You you speak of? Tell me about him."

The middle-aged man picked out a stone to sit on and gestured for the other to sit as well; Yufu'er knelt tremblingly on the ground, answering whatever the other asked, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)