Chapter 1389: Raising a Tiger Invites Disaster

Qing State, Black Hawk Mountain Range.

This was a branch of the Wang family, headed by Wang Youshan.

Normally, Wang Youshan would be in secluded cultivation, and family members would not easily disturb her. Family affairs were resolved through consultation by three clan elders.

In a secret chamber, Wang Youshan was cultivating, enveloped by a blue water screen.

After a while, the blue water screen dissipated. Wang Youshan opened her eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"I've finally reached the sixth level of Core Formation."

Wang Youshan beamed with joy. She had been in secluded cultivation for over a decade and had finally reached the sixth level of Core Formation.

She got up and walked out. Just then, a sharp, urgent whistling sound rang out. Wang Youshan took out a palm-sized green magic disk, injected a spell into it, and a joyful male voice suddenly echoed: "Ancestor, wonderful news! The family is going to rebuild Qinglian Mountain Villa."

"What? Rebuild Qinglian Mountain Villa?"

Wang Youshan was startled at first, then her expression turned excited.

As a clan member who had fortunately survived that calamity, she yearned even more to rebuild Qinglian Mountain Villa and return to their ancestral land.

"Yes, this is Ancestor Qingshan's command. The Ancestor wants us all to migrate to the ancestral land, Qinglian Mountain Villa. What do you think?"

"Immediately gather the clan elders to discuss this, and relocate the entire clan as soon as possible."

Wang Youshan commanded in a deep voice. She had dreamt of this day for so long.

"Yes, Ancestor."

Tianfeng Merchant Alliance, a lush green peak covered with exotic flowers and rare plants.

In a very spacious courtyard, Wang Mengyang was playing chess with a plump, graceful young woman in a green dress.

Wang Mengyang had joined the Tianfeng Merchant Alliance under orders and was now capable of handling matters independently. He had entered the Core Formation stage with the help of his family's resources and had cultivated to the seventh level of Core Formation.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I give up, I give up. I've lost to you again."

The young woman in the green dress dropped her chess pieces and sighed.

Wang Mengyang smiled knowingly and said, "Hehe, as we agreed, I'll accompany Elder Sun to escort the goods to Northern Xinjiang."

The Tianfeng Merchant Alliance was to escort a batch of goods to the Northern Xinjiang cultivation world. The alliance planned to hold an auction there, which was a lucrative assignment.

Just then, a clear birdsong suddenly rang out. Wang Mengyang took out a light green magic disk from his sleeve, injected a spell into it, and his eyes lit up.

"Madam Liu, you and Elder Sun should go to Northern Xinjiang! I can't go anymore."

"Why?"

Wang Mengyang put down the magic disk and said with some excitement: "The Wang family is rebuilding Qinglian Mountain Villa, and Elder Jin has ordered me to accompany him to the celebration."

Central Plains, Great Yan Dynasty.

The Wanxian Mountain Range is located in the northwest of the Great Yan Dynasty, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles. It is the headquarters of the Wanxian Directorate.

Atop a towering peak, ten thousand zhang tall and reaching into the clouds, stood a magnificent golden palace, with the three large characters "Wanxian Hall" inscribed on its plaque.

Inside the hall, Chen Hongguang was speaking with Wang Tianwen.

"What? Rebuild Qinglian Mountain Villa?"

Wang Tianwen was both surprised and delighted. He was currently the Deputy Commander of the Wanxian Directorate and held significant authority.

The Imperial Family was naturally aware of Wang Tianwen's connection to the Wang family; otherwise, Wang Tianwen would never have been promoted so quickly.

"Yes, the Emperor wants me to make this trip with you. Young friend Wang, go prepare yourself. We depart tomorrow."

Wang Qingshan had sent someone to deliver a letter to the Great Yan Imperial Family, inviting them to attend the Wang family's rebuilding of Qinglian Mountain Villa. To be honest, this assignment wasn't very lucrative; it was more of a formality. If Wang Qingshan hadn't sent someone to inform the Great Yan Imperial Family, they would at most send one Core Formation cultivator. For other minor forces, the Imperial Family wouldn't even bother sending anyone.

Rebuilding Qinglian Mountain Villa held great significance for the Wang family cultivators, but for other forces, it was not particularly noteworthy.

"Yes, Senior Chen."

Wang Tianwen agreed readily, his expression filled with excitement.

He had longed for this day for many years, and it had finally arrived.

South Sea, Crimson Moon Sea Region.

In a certain sea area, a blood-red streak of light appeared in the sky and swiftly streaked across the high heavens.

A white escape light suddenly flared in the void ahead. The blood-red streak halted abruptly, and as the escape light retracted, Zhou Sihong's figure appeared.

Zhou Sihong's clothes were stained crimson with blood. His left arm was missing, there was a fist-sized blood-hole in his abdomen, his right leg was charred black and emitted a burnt smell, and his right arm was dripping with blood, revealing faint glimpses of bone.

Two fists are no match for four hands. He was already heavily injured and had not yet recovered when more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators came attacking. He used a Heaven-connecting Spirit Treasure to break through the encirclement and nearly perished himself.

He could barely exert the strength of an early Nascent Soul cultivator. If he were cornered by human Nascent Soul cultivators, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Blood Demon Blade in Zhou Sihong's hand erupted with dazzling crimson light, emitting an extremely foul, bloody stench.

The white escape light stopped and retracted, revealing a plump, graceful young woman in a silver dress. Her aura clearly indicated she was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Hold on, I have no interest in fighting you to the death, Fellow Daoist. If you make a move, you'll immediately attract other fellow Daoists."

The young woman in the silver dress said, frowning, her tone sincere.

"What do you mean by this? You want to let me go? You want the Blood Demon Blade?"

Zhou Sihong's gaze was filled with surprise and uncertainty, a mocking sneer on his face.

"I want it, would you give it? Let's cut to the chase. I can tell you that places where spatial channels might exist are guarded by experts. Some even have Soul Transformation cultivators stationed there. If you act rashly, you'll only be seeking your own demise. Three million li east of the Sun and Moon Palace, there are several hidden spatial nodes, guarded by the Sun and Moon Palace, but outsiders are unaware of them. If you go there, you might be able to open a spatial channel. Believe it or not, I've said what I needed to say."

The young woman in the silver dress said slowly. She was none other than Zhang Wuchen, disguised.

She sought revenge, but only if the Twin Saints of Sun and Moon couldn't reach the Soul Transformation stage. This was hard to say for certain.

If the Twin Saints of Sun and Moon entered the Soul Transformation stage, her chances of revenge would be zero.

If she could use the demon race to heavily damage the Sun and Moon Palace, Zhang Wuchen's chances of revenge would be greater.

"You know I want to open a spatial channel. Aren't you afraid the demon race will harm the South Sea cultivation world?"

Zhou Sihong asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Hmph, what does the safety of the South Sea cultivation world have to do with me? The world is vast, I can find a place anywhere. Believe it or not."

Zhang Wuchen looked disdainful. As long as she could get revenge, it didn't matter if the South Sea was reduced to ruins. She only cared about the outcome, not the process.

Zhou Sihong frowned, seeming to not quite believe Zhang Wuchen's words.

"Someone is coming. If you don't leave now, you won't have another chance."

After Zhang Wuchen said this, she transformed into specks of white light and vanished.

Zhou Sihong took a deep breath. The blood-red light on his body surged, and he transformed into a blood-red streak of light, soaring away through the air, disappearing into the horizon shortly after.

Several days later, news of Zhou Sihong's presence in the Crimson Moon Sea Region spread quickly. The surrounding sea regions all dispatched numerous experts to apprehend Zhou Sihong.