The years I was in the human world

Let's talk about Lu Zhouxue. On the day when everything was settled, Xiao Fengzhuo and Qinghe returned to the God Realm. Since he had no divine duties, he stayed in the human world to help Xiao Jin with trivial matters. After the latter came back from the God Realm, he handed him a white jade ring and said, "Dong Jun asked me to give this to you, saying it's your old thing."

"Thank you." Lu Zhouxue took it. This thing was a thank you gift from Hua Chao for helping Buzhou Mountain leave. It was a part of his natal spiritual weapon. Now it has been returned to its original owner. Lu Zhouxue put the thing away, and out of reciprocity, he also gave something to Xiao Jin.

"This is... Xiao Ling...?" Xiao Jin was at a loss as he held his brother's body, which seemed to be sleeping soundly. Helplessness was evident on the young man's flamboyant face.

"Well, I should have given it to you on the day you returned to Buzhou Mountain. Due to some reasons, it has been delayed until now. Now I am returning his body to you, and we can settle the old matter." Lu Zhouxue said. As for the reason, they both knew it, so there was no need to say more.

"Now that everything is over, what are your plans next?" Xiao Jin carefully placed his brother's body in the spiritual sea, raised his head and looked at Lu Zhouxue with a heavy heart, but asked on behalf of Xiao Fengzhuo, "Senior sister's heart and eyes are full of you, what do you think?"

"Lord Cangwu, you want to replace the Heavenly Dao. Is this necessary?" Lu Zhouxue asked instead of answering. Facing Xiao Jin's puzzled look, he smiled and explained, "When I was the Snow God, I had a good relationship with Lord Xuandu. He said that he didn't want you to become the heartless and desireless Heaven."

"Will Lord Cangwu give up the pursuit of the Heavenly Dao for your brother?" Lu Zhouxue didn't know what answer he wanted to get from Xiao Jin. He couldn't bear to part with his Azhuo. He loved him even more than the power he had been chasing.

But the Lord is chosen by Heaven, what a rare opportunity, he had fought for it ten thousand years ago, even perished in the world. What should he choose now, give up the ideal he has been pursuing, or give up the person he loves deeply?

"Are you serious?" Unexpectedly, Xiao Jin showed great surprise at Lu Zhouxue's words, and seemed to have no idea about his brother's thoughts.

"Naturally, when Heaven chooses its master, it was you who was originally chosen. Because Lord Xuandu didn't want that, he forced Heaven to scatter its origin, which led to all these troubles later." Lu Zhouxue didn't care how much Xiao Jin knew about Xiao Ling's thoughts back then, he just wanted to know his answer.

"I understand that Lord Cangwu loves his brother, so I want to ask you, if Lord Xuandu doesn't want you to fight for that position, will you still want to support Tiandao?"

Xiao Jin was silent. As a god, he should consider the common people. He should take the initiative to entrust the way of heaven, give up love and sit in the frosty sky. But secretly, he did hesitate, because his Xiao Ling did not want him to become like that.

"I understand." Without waiting for Xiao Jin to answer, Lu Zhouxue understood everything. He patted Xiao Jin on the shoulder, not knowing whether he was trying to convince himself or others. "You don't have to be the one to inherit the Heavenly Dao. As long as you are an innate god, it's fine, right?"

"I'll go ask Qinghe." Xiao Jin said this and left in a hurry. His choice was so decisive. Between taking a further step and having blood relatives, he chose the latter.

But Xiao Jin had made his choice, so how could Lu Zhouxue resolve his dilemma? If Xiao Jin insisted on succeeding Tian Dao, he could still use the excuse that he couldn't compete with him to convince himself to give up. But now that Xiao Jin had taken the initiative to withdraw, that position was almost within his grasp. How could he be willing to accept it without even fighting for it?

The disturbance caused by the peacock was settled quietly, at least it did not alarm the human world. The secret realm of Phoenix Ridge remained the same, the cultivators who were fighting for the spiritual treasures still existed, the music of the Yichen Restaurant on the long north road was still there, and Lu Zhouxue was sitting in a corner of the lobby, drinking tea quietly with a bamboo hat on his head.

Half a month ago, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky above Fenghuang Ridge in Qishan. A powerful person in Zhongting said that it was a sign of the emergence of a magical weapon, which attracted cultivators from all sides to chase it. However, although the secret realm has countless natural treasures, it is not a busy market after all. One cannot enter it whenever he wants. Certain conditions need to be met.

The owner of the immortal cave is obsessed with power, and is quite fond of all kinds of magical treasures with strange and ingenious skills. If you want to get good things from his cave, you must not only find ways to deal with the endless dangers inside, but also hand over a magical weapon to satisfy him before you can enter.

Because of this rule, wherever cultivators gather outside the cave, there are many people who kill people for treasures, or rob others of their treasures that they have worked hard to bring out, or rob others of their spiritual weapons that they are ready to hand in as their "admission tickets". Over time, some unorthodox methods have even developed spiritual weapons that can detect whether the things brought by the cultivators are pleasing to the cave owner. Now, someone has set his sights on Lu Zhouxue.

"Did you see clearly? How many of the magic weapons on him are useful?" Disciples from an unknown sect were whispering to each other while hiding in the dark while watching Lu Zhouxue. Another person took a magic weapon and looked at him, then said excitedly, "A lot, Senior Brother, everything on him is worthy of an immortal's attention."

"Okay, it's him." The man called senior brother made the final decision.

The other person was a little hesitant: "Brother, he can carry so many things on him, will it be difficult to deal with him?"

"He is just a casual cultivator with limited resources for cultivation. No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be? Could he dare to offend Changyang Sect? We took his things into the immortal cave because we think highly of him. I don't think he would dare to say anything." After the man finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the corner where Lu Zhouxue was.

"Are you here for the Phoenix Tempering in the secret realm as well?" The cultivator sat down in front of Lu Zhouxue, picked up the teapot in front of him and poured himself a cup of tea. Seeing that Lu Zhouxue didn't answer him, he said to himself, "Although the magic weapon is good, you still have to use it within your ability."

As the other person sat down in front of him, Lu Zhouxue clearly felt that many eyes were on him in an instant. He didn't like the feeling of being stared at. He frowned a little unhappily, but still patiently said: "What do you want to say?"

"The secret realm of Phoenix Ridge is dangerous. It is not something that you, the independent cultivators, can enter and exit at will. I advise you not to overestimate your own abilities and return home as soon as possible to avoid losing your life in vain." The cultivator in front of him spoke very arrogantly, which was in line with the usual style of the cultivator Zhongting.

That is, the big sects look down on the small sects, the small sects look down on the independent cultivators, and the independent cultivators look down on the half-baked barefoot immortals in the world. The main strategy is to bully the weak. Lu Zhouxue picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, just thinking he was farting.

"Thanks for the reminder, but there is no smooth sailing in the pursuit of the great road. Don't you have to be daring and take risks?" Lu Zhouxue didn't try to save the other person's face and replied angrily, even though the entire Phoenix Ridge Secret Realm was made up of things that fell off his body when he committed suicide.

“Dare to fight and dare to take risks? Do you think I am gossiping with you here?” Seeing that Lu Zhouxue was not willing to listen, the man slammed the table and said angrily, “If you honestly hand over the spiritual weapon you have prepared, we will not fight with you. Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude.”

As if in response to his words, several tables of cultivators dressed similarly cast their gazes at him with a hint of oppression. It could be seen that they were all from the same sect. Other independent cultivators did not get involved, but most of them looked at Lu Zhouxue with a gloating look.

Any casual cultivator who wants to venture into the immortal cave is a smart person. Most of them will carefully hide the items on their bodies that may be favored by the immortals. They will not be like Lu Zhouxue, who wears his sword and jade ring so openly on his body.

"You're welcome. I'd like to see how you all are going to be rude." Lu Zhouxue didn't waste any words with the man. He slammed the Beifeng Sword on the table. The sword was three inches out of the sheath, and murderous intent was revealed. The face under the bamboo hat was not covered by a mask, and half of his face covered with scars was revealed in a ferocious manner.

The cultivator in front of him was frightened by the murderous aura emanating from him, and froze there for a moment. But after a while, when he saw that Lu Zhouxue did not make a move, he became arrogant again, and said angrily, "Where did this casual cultivator come from? How dare you challenge our Seventh Layer Sect? I will teach you a lesson today."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, his fellow disciples around him all took out their magical weapons and attacked Lu Zhouxue. The independent cultivators were afraid that they would be affected, so they stopped drinking tea and early left their cups and fled far away. The surging spiritual energy, accompanied by sword energy, smashed the tables, chairs and benches along the way into pieces, but they could not get any closer to Lu Zhouxue.

"Sevenfold Sect? I recognize your deputy sect leader. He is just as arrogant and rude as you are." Lu Zhouxue blew away the boiling hot tea in the cup, as if he didn't take these rabble seriously. His contemptuous attitude angered the leader, who stabbed him with a sword again: "Don't be so arrogant."

The sharp sword light flashed across everyone's eyes for a moment, followed by the dull sound of the long sword piercing into flesh and blood. Lu Zhouxue was seen sitting in his original position motionless, with the Beifeng Sword unsheathed at some point, the hilt in his hand, and the other end inserted into the abdominal cavity of the person opposite him.

"This time I've only destroyed your spiritual roots, but if it happens again, it will be fatal." Lu Zhouxue pulled out the broken sword with a calm expression, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the blade carefully. The man whose spiritual roots he had destroyed staggered back and was then caught by his fellow disciples around him.

"I was only away for a moment, why did you guys start fighting?" A clear voice sounded in everyone's ears. A young man in gorgeous clothes walked in from outside the restaurant surrounded by a group of disciples from the Seventh Layer Sect. Seeing that a disciple from the sect was injured, he hurriedly sent someone to check the situation. "What happened?"

A person beside the young man felt the pulse of the injured disciple and reported the situation to him. The young man asked, "All spiritual roots destroyed? Is there any room for recovery?"

The man who was checking the wound shook his head slightly. The young man frowned when he heard that. He could not help but complain to Lu Zhouxue who had seriously injured his fellow apprentice: "You destroyed people's spiritual roots and cut off their paths. You are such a vicious person."

"If this is vicious, then aren't you committing heinous crimes by killing people for treasure?" Lu Zhouxue only took a glance at the young man and saw through the numerous evil karmas behind him. Not wanting to say more to the latter, he wiped his sword and stood up to leave, but was stopped when he walked to the young man.

"You want to leave after hurting someone from my Seventh Layer Sect? I'm afraid it won't be that easy." The young man looked him up and down, but didn't see anything unusual about him. His face turned cold again, and he ordered his men, "A mere casual cultivator dares to slander us for killing people and stealing treasures. Go, cripple his hand."

Different from the previous mob, most of the people following the young man were Nascent Soul cultivators, and there were even two in the Condensation Spirit Realm. Even though there were now numerous Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators were everywhere, most of them made no further progress beyond the early Nascent Soul stage. Those in the late Nascent Soul stage were a minority, and those in the Condensation Spirit Realm were even fewer.

The sects that could casually dispatch so many masters were mostly well-established, so it was no wonder that they dared to act so arrogantly. Neither side would give up easily, and the cultivators around the young man used magic weapons to attack Lu Zhouxue's vital points, and it was obvious that they were going for his life.

Lu Zhouxue moved his fingertips slightly, and the white silk he had retrieved from Peacock instantly controlled the man's attack layer by layer. The broken edge of the Sad Wind Sword followed, and in a flash, a flying sword flew over diagonally and blocked Lu Zhouxue's killing move.

He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, and turned his head to look in the direction where the sword came from. A man with white hair and a youthful face was standing there. He was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves and his clothes fluttering in the wind. The man looked somewhat familiar to Lu Zhouxue, like Xiao Jin who had grown up.

"Elder Wei!" Seeing the person coming, the young man changed his arrogant attitude and called "Uncle Master" respectfully.

"What? Are you here to support them too?" Lu Zhouxue casually swung the Sad Wind Sword in a sword flower, and his disdainful eyes fell on the man with amusement through his hat.

"Senior brother, don't you recognize me?" The first words the man said made Lu Zhouxue stunned on the spot, and also made the expressions of the other people present change. If Lu Zhouxue was a casual cultivator, they would naturally dare to act inappropriately, but now that he has become Wei Ruge's senior brother, they have to reconsider their actions just now.

"Wei... Ruge?" Lu Zhouxue hesitated. What happened two hundred years ago was not a long time ago, but it was really insignificant. He searched his memory and finally found the man in front of him in a corner. However, the man in front of him was so different from the boy in his memory that he almost didn't recognize him.

"It's me. I'm glad you still remember me, brother." The man smiled warmly, trying to maintain their not-so-close friendship as fellow disciples. Because of this inexplicable relationship, the two parties who were previously on edge were able to sit down and talk together.

Lu Zhouxue had transformed from a casual cultivator into a master-like figure. Although the previously arrogant young man was dissatisfied with Lu Zhouxue's contemptuous attitude, he could only shut up and stand aside because of Wei Ruge. As for the disciple whose spiritual roots were destroyed, no one would care about him.

Wei Ruge glanced at the seriously injured monk. He knew the character of these people and had warned them many times, but it was useless. Now that he had hit a wall, it was his own fault. Therefore, he did not intend to "preside over" any justice. Instead, he asked about Lu Zhouxue's recent situation: "Why is Senior Brother here?"