I don't care

Several days passed.

The First Division Chief returned.

However, the First Division Chief's expression was very grim.

Zhou Ziming looked at the little shota, feeling somewhat curious.

"Brother, did the Holy Land make things difficult for you? Tell me who it was, and I'll go stab them to death!"

The First Division Chief glanced at Zhou Ziming with some gratitude.

But then he shook his head.

"It's not that. I didn't even enter the Holy Land. They said the Lord of the Holy Land is receiving distinguished guests!"

Zhou Ziming didn't understand.

"Receiving guests? Then why do you look so upset?"

At the mention of this, the First Division Chief grew angry.

"My father died at the maws of the Heavenly Demons just to protect the Northern Continent. To this day, I cannot forget the sight of my father being devoured by them!"

"Yet the distinguished guest the Holy Land is receiving this time is actually the Young Lord of the Demon Emperor Holy Land, the power above the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

"And they have announced a temporary ceasefire!"

"Meanwhile, our Zhong Family, who resisted the Heavenly Demons for the sake of the Northern Continent, has now become the villain. The entire Holy Land is filled with accusations against us!"

Zhou Ziming now had an expression like an old man looking at a phone—it was a complete eyesore.

If Zhou Ziming remembered correctly...

The one currently leading the Zhong Family Cultivators seemed to be the First Division Chief's elder sister, Zhong Yan.

A female general fights to the death for her country, only to be framed by the Emperor and accused by the ministers?

So is the next step to recall the general to the Holy Land for execution?

And then the female general says, 'If there is a next life, I will definitely blah blah blah'?

"Where is your sister now?"

The First Division Chief looked at Zhou Ziming warily.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhou Ziming looked at the First Division Chief speechlessly.

"I want to stab her to death and kick her head around like a ball!"

First Division Chief: "..."

Well, he felt he had indeed overthought things.

The Ninth Division Head was so stunning, and the way she looked at Zhou Ziming every day was full of longing.

Everyone in the Sanctuary could see that the Ninth Division Head had feelings for Zhou Ziming.

Only Zhou Ziming remained oblivious.

Every day, he was either cultivating or carrying his sword, ready to hack someone.

"My sister is already on her way to the Holy Land. Since there's a ceasefire, she has no choice but to return!"

Zhou Ziming felt helpless.

"Your sister is in danger!"

The First Division Chief shook his head.

"That's unlikely. The Young Lord of the Holy Land has been infatuated with my sister for a long time; he would never let anything happen to her!"

Zhou Ziming suddenly recalled a memory of the Original Owner.

When the Original Owner first joined the Sanctuary, he was actually just a handyman.

In fact, the Original Owner hadn't been in the Sanctuary for long before he was recommended to the border to fight the Heavenly Demons.

Talk about a coincidence.

In the Original Owner's memory, the Little Spirit King hadn't died yet at this time.

As soon as the Original Owner arrived at the battlefield, he was spotted by the Little Spirit King.

Then he was hunted by the Little Spirit King until he was half-dead.

Finally, the Original Owner was chased into a cave.

Coincidentally, a valiant female saber Cultivator also entered that cave.

Then she became furious.

"The Frost Flower I've been waiting years for! You thief, you... I'll kill you!"

The Original Owner had already given up hope back then.

Because he had experienced it too many times.

So, the Original Owner did not resist.

But as it turned out, a miasma suddenly rose within the cave.

Then, both of their expressions became strange.

But in the end...

The Original Owner hugged a rock.

While that woman was rescued by someone else.

Then, seeing that the woman had someone else in her heart, the Original Owner felt a sharp pain.

"Show me a portrait of your sister!"

The First Division Chief's gaze toward Zhou Ziming became increasingly strange.

"Are you sure you don't have other intentions?"

Zhou Ziming began to weigh the vajra bracelet in his hand.

The First Division Chief immediately handed over the portrait.

Zhou Ziming took a look.

It was her, exactly the woman from the Original Owner's memory.

Zhou Ziming returned the portrait, took a deep breath, and asked.

"I want to ask, is your sister a rational person?"

The First Division Chief stared at Zhou Ziming for a long time.

Then he said, "If she weren't rational, could she lead an army of Cultivators?"

"No, why are you asking this?"

Zhou Ziming spoke bluntly.

"The degree of your sister's rationality determines the force with which I'll hack at her!"

The First Division Chief's expression instantly tensed up.

Because Zhou Ziming really wasn't joking.

His eyes had turned red.

The First Division Chief hurriedly said.

"Brother, calm down, stay calm. My sister is definitely rational. Besides, she has guarded the border for the Human Race for so many years; you have no reason to hack her!"

The red light flickering in Zhou Ziming's eyes dissipated.

"That's true. Even if she truly had a moment of irrationality, I cannot ignore her contributions to the Human Race!"

"This is truly tricky!"

At this moment, the First Division Chief's mind began to race.

"Wait! Let me think!"

The First Division Chief suddenly realized something.

It seemed that many women were targeting Zhou Ziming.

And after seeing his sister's portrait, Zhou Ziming also began to feel that his sister would target him.

Was there something going on here?

Furthermore, some families in the Holy Capital had started obtaining many previously unknown opportunities.

Some of the ways these opportunities were unlocked were so absurd that even the First Division Chief found them ridiculous.

Because those opportunities had puzzles and such.

Those people seemed to go looking for them while already carrying the answers.

Some opportunities were even found at the bottom of an inconspicuous little lake.

No one had discovered them for so many years, so how did these people have the answers and even pinpoint the locations?

The First Division Chief suddenly looked at Zhou Ziming.

"In my mind, I've roughly sketched out a story!"

Zhou Ziming looked at the First Division Chief.

"Your Zhong Family is indeed very wise!"

The First Division Chief was now very curious.

"Since you know, and you even have the ability now, why do you just let others snatch away what originally belonged to you?"

Zhou Ziming chuckled.

"So-called opportunities are merely things that help boost one's cultivation! To me, as a Daoist, they don't matter."

"The Daoist way emphasizes following nature. If it's meant to be, it is; if not, it isn't! There's no need to force it!"

The First Division Chief frowned.

"But if you had obtained those opportunities, you could have raised your Realm much faster! Does it really not bother you?"

Zhou Ziming shook his head.

"Opportunities don't belong to anyone; they are inherently masterless. If you say they have a master, then they are merely pawns."

"Furthermore, 'the wind rises from the tip of the duckweed, and the waves form from the tiny ripples'!"

"Rather than complaining about the darkness, it's better to improve oneself, straighten one's back, and keep moving forward!"

Well, I'm happy just using my cheats; I don't really like crawling through caves or digging in the dirt.

The First Division Chief felt a tingle on his scalp from those words; what magnificent spirit was this?

The Ninth Division Head's eyes were practically dripping with affection.

'He's a handsome one.'

The Holy Lord couldn't help but tease at this moment.

"You're the only one in the darkness; that makes you an outlier!"

Zhou Ziming chuckled.

"They see me as an outlier, but as I hold my lantern and watch those people struggling in the darkness, I'm the one who wants to laugh more."

"Of course, don't follow my example. I do this because I have a backing. If you do this without a backing, you'll die without even a speck of dust remaining!"

The Holy Lord felt helpless.

"Even people with backings wouldn't act like you do!"

Zhou Ziming smiled. "That's because their hearts aren't firm enough and their backings aren't big enough!"