89: Chapter 89 Like looking at flowers through fog, intangible and unfathomable.

At this moment, Yin Bu'er had just put away his Jade Slip for communication, his face as gloomy as water.

Li Tianxiong slammed his palm onto the table, and the solid wooden round table shattered instantly, wood splinters flying everywhere.

Zhuge Yun fanned himself with a jade-boned folding fan, his brows slightly furrowed as he pondered in silence.

"The Sect Master told us to wait."

Yin Bu'er spoke, his voice low and filled with suppressed anger, "Wait until he finishes dealing with the matters of the Sect Secret Realm, and he will personally bring people here to demand an explanation from the Zhouwu Dynasty."

"Wait?" Li Tianxiong snorted coldly, "Are we just going to wait like this for Tianzheng's revenge?"

"If we don't wait, what else can we do?" Yin Bu'er glanced at him, "Ancestor Zhou Huaixu is at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence; do you want us to go and throw our lives away?"

Li Tianxiong was speechless, his face flushed red, and he punched the wall, leaving a deep fist mark.

Zhuge Yun closed his folding fan and said slowly, "The Sect Master is right; this matter cannot be rushed."

"With Ancestor Zhou Huaixu guarding the Zhouwu Dynasty, rushing over rashly would only be asking for humiliation."

He paused, his gaze falling on Yin Bu'er, "But the Sect Master also said to have us first go and find that kid who possesses the heart-cleansing bamboo."

Yin Bu'er nodded and took out a compass from his sleeve.

The compass was the size of a palm and entirely dark green. The emerald-green needle on the dial trembled slightly, slowly pointing toward the southwest.

"The aura of the heart-cleansing bamboo is still in the Southern Wasteland." Yin Bu'er put away the compass and said in a deep voice.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Li Tianxiong stood up abruptly, "Let's go!"

It had been over half a month since that night when Jiang Changge suppressed the Ancient Demon Lord.

For this past half month, Jiang Changge had been staying in Medicine King Valley.

He often sat and discussed the Dao with Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, Dan Qingzi, and Daoist Ziyang.

Most of the time, it was Ancestor Zhou Huaixu asking Jiang Changge for guidance, while Dan Qingzi and the other listened from the side.

The principles of the Great Dao described by Jiang Changge were sometimes infinitely profound and sometimes concise and clear, benefiting the three of them greatly.

And after a session of gibberish, Jiang Changge had also gradually formed things that belonged to himself.

This gave him a strange sensation; his Qi and blood surged, and dao rhyme circulated, as if he could achieve Ascension on the spot.

However, that barrier to breaking through to the Undergoing Tribulation stage remained like a flower in the mist—intangible and unfathomable.

As for Zhou Tianchen, on the morning of the second day after the Alchemy competition ended, Dan Qingzi personally visited and invited Zhou Tianchen to the Alchemy Pavilion of Medicine King Valley to exchange insights.

The Alchemy Pavilion was located in the deepest part of Medicine King Valley. It was a nine-story pavilion built entirely of green jade, with upturned eaves and corners, looking ancient and solemn.

The pavilion housed the Alchemy insights and notes left behind by the sages of Medicine King Valley over tens of thousands of years, making it the place with the richest collection of Alchemy classics in the entire Southern Wasteland.

Ordinary Cultivators could not even hope to enter; they didn't even have the qualifications to approach the Alchemy Pavilion.

But Zhou Tianchen was no ordinary Cultivator.

He was the Disciple of Jiang Changge, and with his Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, he had refined a High Grade Earth Rank low-level Medicinal Pill, with natural dao rhyme that shocked everyone present.

Based on these two points alone, the doors of Medicine King Valley were opened wide for him.

Dan Qingzi personally led the way, bringing Zhou Tianchen up to the Alchemy Pavilion.

"Little friend Tianchen, this Alchemy Pavilion has nine floors in total." Dan Qingzi walked in front, his voice hoarse yet gentle.

"The first to fifth floors contain Profound Rank Alchemy classics; the sixth to eighth are Earth Rank; the ninth floor is Heaven Rank."

He stopped at the entrance of the fourth floor, turned to look at Zhou Tianchen, his eyes filled with a hint of expectation: "With your current attainments in Alchemy, the classics below the fifth floor are of no use to you. Above the sixth floor, they might be able to give you some inspiration."

Zhou Tianchen bowed slightly: "Thank you, Senior."

Dan Qingzi waved his hand and smiled: "No need to thank me. It is Medicine King Valley's good fortune that you are able to come to Medicine King Valley for exchanges."

These words were spoken sincerely.

Dan Qingzi had lived for tens of thousands of years and had seen countless brilliant Alchemists, but he had never seen an Alchemy Prodigy like Zhou Tianchen.

What was even more terrifying was that the Senior standing behind him had an understanding of Alchemy that had reached a height that Dan Qingzi could only look up to in despair.

If he could form a deeper bond of goodwill with that Senior through Zhou Tianchen, it would be a tremendous stroke of fortune for Medicine King Valley.

In the time that followed, Zhou Tianchen stayed in the Alchemy Pavilion.

The expositions in the Scripture of Alchemy were certainly profound and mysterious, far surpassing these classics, but the accumulation of Medicine King Valley over tens of thousands of years was by no means trivial.

The insights and notes left behind by those sages also benefited Zhou Tianchen greatly.

This day, Jiang Changge was leaning on a soft couch in his residence in Medicine King Valley, holding a spirit fruit in his hand, his gaze looking through the window at the spirit mist swirling in the valley.

Over this past half month, discussing the Dao with Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, Dan Qingzi, and Daoist Ziyang, although most of the time he was just spouting nonsense, it had deepened his comprehension of the Creation Sutra a little.

"It's time to go back."

Jiang Changge threw the fruit pit into a jade plate, stood up, and straightened his robes.

He stepped out of the residence. In the courtyard, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu was sitting cross-legged under an ancient medicinal tree, eyes closed and regulating his breathing. Sensing Jiang Changge's aura, he quickly opened his eyes, stood up, and bowed: "Senior."

Jiang Changge nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the direction of the Alchemy Pavilion in the distance. With a slight movement of his mind, a voice traveled through the Void Realm and entered the ears of Zhou Tianchen, who was reading classics in the pavilion.

A moment later, Zhou Tianchen's figure swept over from the direction of the Alchemy Pavilion, stood still before Jiang Changge, and bowed in salute: "Revered Master."

"Pack up; we are returning to Kunlun." Jiang Changge's tone was indifferent.

Zhou Tianchen nodded respectfully.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood to the side, and upon hearing the three words "returning to Kunlun," his heart trembled slightly.

He had long wanted to go to Kunlun to pay his respects.

Ever since Tianchen became a Disciple under the Senior, he had been full of curiosity about that legendary Sect.

It was just that he had never had the nerve to ask.

Now, seeing that Jiang Changge was about to leave, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu hesitated for a moment, but still steeled himself to step forward, bowed deeply, and said with a tone of trepidation: "Senior, this Junior has an impertinent request."

Jiang Changge glanced at him: "Speak."

"This Junior has long admired the name of Kunlun and has always yearned for it, but I have never had the opportunity to see it." Ancestor Zhou Huaixu weighed his words and said cautiously.

"Today, Senior is returning to the mountain, so this Junior dares to be bold and would like to ask for your permission to accompany you and pay my respects to the splendor of Kunlun."

Jiang Changge was silent for a moment.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's heart was in his throat.

"If you want to go, then come along." Jiang Changge said indifferently.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu looked up suddenly, his eyes full of pleasant surprise, and he quickly bowed again: "Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior!"

Jiang Changge waved his hand and said no more.

After saying goodbye to Dan Qingzi via telepathic transmission, Jiang Changge raised his hand, and a beam of spiritual light enveloped Ancestor Zhou Huaixu and Zhou Tianchen simultaneously.

The next moment, the figures of the three disappeared from Medicine King Valley.

When they reappeared, they were already deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, before that towering jade mountain gate.

And Dan Qingzi, who had rushed over to see them off, could no longer find any trace of Jiang Changge.

"Kunlun."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood before the mountain gate, looking up at the two ancient seal script characters on the gate lintel, which were as vigorous as dao traces. A feeling of indescribable solemnity surged in his heart.

He had seen countless Sects and Holy Lands, but standing before this mountain gate at this moment, he actually felt a sense of pilgrimage.