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He didn't want to be a joke anymore. He was doing well now, better than he had ever been in his life.
Zhou Zhenhuan clearly understood what he meant, and sighed, saying, "The path you have chosen is very difficult. You have already developed a demonic nature, and you also have to restrain yourself. These are two paths that are inherently incompatible."
What is the devil? Simply put, the devil is indulgence, devoid of good and evil, morality, and for whom the law is nothing but a piece of paper.
"At least they still understand the difference between strong and weak."
Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "Indeed, powerful demons can make the weak submit; it's a kind of instinct."
Fine, since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you. It's your choice.
I planted the seeds of divine punishment in those two demons, so they are now under initial control.
I'll have them do something, and they'll come looking for you later.
So where are you planning to go?
"Go to Tianqi."
"You're still going to Apocalypse? What are you going there for?"
Luo Qingyang smiled grimly: "Naturally, I'll ask Tianqi City about it, but don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Although I don't have any expectations, I still want an answer."
Zhou Zhenzhen remained noncommittal: "Whatever, I just hope you don't completely fall into demonic ways, otherwise I'll have to deal with you again, which is too much trouble."
Luo Qingyang: ...
Luo Qingyang left, and Zhou Huanzhen returned to Dengtian Pavilion with Sikong Changfeng.
"Brother Dao, do you know who exactly is targeting my Snow Moon City?"
My people investigated for a long time, but couldn't find a single clue.
These people operate covertly and are highly secretive.
It's really giving me a headache.
Zhou Huanzhen accepted the tea handed to him by Sikong Changfeng and said with a smile, "It's alright. What those two Heavenly Demons need to do is find out the assassins hiding in Snow Moon City."
Sikong Changfeng, however, was not optimistic: "Can they do it? Besides, those are Heavenly Demons."
"If used properly, the Heavenly Demon is much stronger than an ordinary person."
I have already placed a seal on it. I'm not boasting, but in the whole world, no one but me can break it.
They don't want to be wiped out; they will surely be used by me.
Even the Heavenly Demons can be divided and won over.
Hearing Zhou Zhen say this, Sikong Changfeng felt much more at ease.
"How is Xiao Se's injury?"
"It seems you care about him a lot. Is Snowmoon City really planning to place all its hopes on him?"
Sikong Changfeng said solemnly, "It's not that we're betting on him, but that he's more suited for that position."
He is your disciple; you should know his character.
He would be a good emperor.
Zhou Zhenzhen remained noncommittal, taking a sip of tea: "So, did you ask for his opinion?"
Sikong Changfeng was slightly taken aback: "His opinion?"
“That’s right. What will you do if he refuses to become emperor? I know you are very close to the Prince of Langya, and you have done a good job in fulfilling his request.”
Perhaps Xiao Se still harbored resentment about the matter of the Prince of Langya, and perhaps he never truly wanted to be emperor.
This time, Sikong Changfeng remained silent, instead falling into deep thought.
After a long silence, he shook his head: "Sometimes, personal wishes are not important. It is the trend of the times and the will of Heaven."
Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled lightly, his emotions unreadable, but Sikong Changfeng felt there was a hint of sarcasm in his laughter.
"You can do whatever you want, just don't let my apprentice suffer any injustice."
I've done everything I could; I'm going back to the mountains.
Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly: "Return to the mountain? I have a premonition that the world will descend into chaos. Aren't you afraid, Brother Dao?"
"What am I afraid of? Even if the sky falls, Mount Qingcheng will not collapse."
Furthermore, the world won't descend into chaos.
If you can't handle what's coming next, it's good that you can give up sooner, isn't it?
Sikong Changfeng understood his meaning, sighed softly, and cupped his hands slightly: "I hope that you, brother, will take good care of Qianluo for me, considering the relationship between our two families."
I've neglected to discipline this girl since she was little, if..."
Zhou Zhenhuan raised his hand to interrupt him: "She is my first disciple, so naturally I will protect her. Don't worry."
Baili might not be back for a while, keep that in mind.
Your second senior brother is pregnant now; it's wonderful news, and I should tell you.
Sikong Changfeng was indeed overjoyed: "This is truly a joyous occasion. My second senior brother and Brother Zhao are deeply in love, and now their relationship has blossomed and borne fruit."
On the day of the birth of a new member at Qingcheng Mountain, our Snow Moon City will surely offer our congratulations.
"Okay, hopefully by then everything will be settled and you'll still have the leisure to go and have a full moon celebration."
They're gone, they're gone.
Sikong Changfeng tried to persuade Zhou Huanzhen to stay, but Zhou Huanzhen had already merged into the breeze and disappeared.
Sikong Changfeng walked to the door, looked at the sky, and sighed softly.
Zhou Zhen didn't return to Qingcheng. He took a step and arrived at Kunlun Mountain.
On a mountaintop perpetually covered in snow and ice, there stands a thatched cottage. Within its fenced yard, warmth prevails, flowers bloom in abundance, and several cultivated plots of land are lush and verdant.
As soon as Zhou Zhenhuan landed, an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the house into the courtyard and looked at Zhou Zhenhuan.
Zhou Zhenhuan bowed respectfully, and the old man nodded slightly, a hint of joy on his face.
A table was set up in the courtyard, on which sat a jar of cloudy wine and two small dishes.
"This place is rather shabby, there's nothing to offer you, please don't find it offensive."
"You can just call me Xiaoyao, senior."
Mr. Li, who was once famous and invincible, now looks like an old man in his twilight years, his face full of kindness.
He looked at Zhou Zhenhuan and shook his head: "You deserve the title of 'real person.' If you were just some pretentious Taoist priest, I wouldn't even give you a second glance."
But you are different; you have truly attained enlightenment.
"But your situation is rather strange; logically speaking, the world shouldn't tolerate you."
Zhou Huanzhen gave a wry smile: "That's true. But since the Heavenly Dao is incomplete now, I had to use some tricks to coexist with this world."
Zhou Zhenhuan briefly recounted how the Heavenly Tomb was torn off a piece of the Heavenly Dao, how he seized the authority of the Heavenly Dao, and how he challenged the Heavenly Dao.
Mr. Li was deeply moved upon hearing this.
"I never thought it could be done like this. It's a pity I never did anything like this back in the day."
Now you are essentially walking the path of the Heavenly Emperor on Earth; your authority is immense. Do not act according to your personal preferences.
Mr. Li hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Zhou Zhen was clear-headed and had bright eyes, he shook his head and didn't say anything more.
He believed that Zhou really understood.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I understand the importance of this."
"Alright, alright, now that you're here, I can finally rest."
To be honest, I've had enough of living.
"I'll leave this place to you; I'm taking my leave."
Chapter 192 A Gift for Wushuang
Zhou Huanzhen stood outside the courtyard, looking at the small courtyard in front of him. He slowly sank into the ground, and the power of some kind of formation disappeared. The wind and snow were like knives, rushing towards him.
A small courtyard, two people with white hair, sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death—this courtyard is their tomb.
Zhou suddenly realized that this actually seemed quite romantic.
Soon, all that remained was a dry ground untouched by wind and snow, but it was quickly covered by a layer of white snow.
There were no thrilling scenes or grand occasions.
And so, quietly, he left this world.
Zhou Zhenhuan picked up the wine pot, raised it, then drank the wine in one gulp and sat cross-legged.
A lone figure sits between heaven and earth, the world desolate, the immortal insignificant.
Zhou Zhen had been sitting on the mountaintop for almost half a month. The heavy snow had completely covered him, and from a distance, he was no longer recognizable as a human.
Until this day, a sword aura seemed to rise into the sky from afar, stirring up the heavens. Zhou Zhenhuan seemed to be awakened and stretched.
The surrounding snow seemed to come alive instantly, slowly retreating to one side and making way for a dry space around him.
Zhou Zhenhuan yawned, looked at the soaring sword energy, and nodded.
"The little glutton has finally taken this step. Before returning to the mountain, we still need to make a trip to Wushuang City."
After all, he had made a bet with Xiao Wushuang that if Lei Wujie didn't become a sword immortal, he would have lost, and he had to fulfill the bet.
Wushuang City has been having a tough time lately, with skilled swordsmen coming to challenge them almost every day.
Unfortunately, these people are all quite strong.
In the entire Wushuang City, apart from Wushuang, who has already entered the realm of sword immortal, it is difficult for anyone else to deal with him.
The disciples of Wushuang City have suffered many casualties recently, and Wushuang is also struggling to cope.
Wushuang City was once the largest city, and Wushuang wanted to regain its prestige, so it was impossible for them to close Wushuang City and refuse others to challenge them.
Wouldn't that be admitting defeat first?
Wushuang City's swordsmanship is ambitious and enterprising; he wants to walk the path of being unparalleled in the world, so naturally he cannot back down even half a step.
"This can't go on. These people are clearly after our Wushuang City."
It's a bit strange, though; why have so many sword masters suddenly appeared in the martial arts world lately?
Lu Yuzhai's left hand was bandaged and hung around his neck. His face was pale and his eyes were dark purple, indicating that he hadn't been resting well recently.
Wu Shuang lay listlessly on the chair, while Song Yan Hui next to her looked a little more energetic, but only compared to Lu Yu Zhai.
Song Yan sighed: "This is naturally aimed at our Wushuang City."
We have already received a secret letter from the White King, saying that a group of experts have recently appeared in Tianqi City, and they are asking Tianqi for their swords, inviting our Wushuang City to come and help us in the battle.
I just didn't expect that things wouldn't be much better here in our Wushuang City.
Wushuang, can you still hold on?
Song Yan called out a few times before attracting Wushuang's attention.
He scratched his head: "What is it, Master?"
Song Yan looked at her little apprentice and reached out to pat his head.
Now that Wushuang has firmly secured her position as city lord, Song Yan Hui hasn't made such a move in a long time.
After all, the city lord needs the authority of the city lord.
"It's alright. If you're tired, go and rest for a while."
If anyone asks about swordsmanship, Master will go and answer the question.
Wushuang yawned and shook his head: "No, Master is not strong enough. He will be killed. Those people are obviously murderers."
Song Yan's lips twitched, and she glared at her apprentice.
Although I know my apprentice is concerned about me, it still makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
The truth is never pleasant to hear.
Lu Yuzhai seemed to be used to this by now, after all, his junior brother had said such things to his face more than once.