Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanjiang, his face brimming with anger, summoned the servants who had been responsible for transporting the corpse the previous night, cursing, "A bunch of useless good-for-nothings! You didn't even notice you were being followed. What use are you to me?"

The servants were already terrified and fell to their knees, their bodies trembling non-stop, while desperately begging: "Your Majesty, please have mercy on us and spare our lives..."

Then, a shrill, heartbreaking cry suddenly erupted, echoing throughout the palace. Zhao Shanjiang had murdered these servants. He spat blood-stained saliva and said coldly, "The blood of a beautiful woman is truly delicious. What are you idiots still standing there for? Clean this place up quickly, or you'll follow in their footsteps."

At that moment, Ouyang Muyao entered the mansion. Seeing the corpses strewn across the courtyard, she frowned and chided, "Your Highness, Zhao Shanhe could come knocking at any moment. I warned you to keep a low profile and suspend your cultivation, so why are you killing people again?"

Facing Ouyang Muyao's questioning, Zhao Shanjiang defended himself, "Muyao, these servants were completely unaware they were being followed. I thought it was shameful to waste, so I just reused the waste. I'll be more careful next time. I just sucked too much blood, and my body is a little stiff. Can you help me?"

The two slowly entered the room, and the ambiguous, high-pitched breathing of a man and woman instantly filled the entire mansion. Time passed quickly, and about an hour had passed. Ouyang Muyao walked out of the room expressionlessly, her disgust for Zhao Shanjiang growing stronger. If it weren't for the fulfillment of her carefully planned plan, she would never have willingly engaged in sex with this lifeless, zombie-like man.

On the other side, Zhao Shanhe opened a root-condensing fairy grass from the raw stone mine, intending to postpone his travels to find his brother Zhao Shanjiang and lead him on the path of immortal cultivation.

The Heavenly Demon Grass truly lived up to its reputation. Xiao Hei, after devouring only six, successfully broke through to the late Demon General realm. If it weren't limited by Zhao Shanhe's own cultivation, it would likely have continued to advance. However, if it hadn't recognized Zhao Shanhe as its master, it might not have enjoyed the endless supply of Heavenly Demon Grass.

Xiao Hei, a late-stage demon general, saw a significant increase in strength, and his speed had even leaped several times over. Furthermore, he had even mastered a miraculous and powerful magical skill during this period. Back then, Zhao Shanhe and his sister had taken two full days to return to the sect, but this time, the journey took only two hours.

Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle. When Zhao Shanhe once again set foot on the familiar land of Zhaojia Village, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion. However, the scene before him shocked him: the village, once filled with curling smoke and bustling with people, was now dead silent and deserted. The houses that held so much of his childhood memories had long since collapsed and lay in ruins, clearly untouched for ages. Filled with confusion and loss, he slowly began his journey towards Luocheng.

The moment he stepped into Luocheng, memories flooded back. Everything here seemed unchanged, retaining its original appearance. Zhao Shanhe unleashed his spiritual sense, attempting to trace Zhao Shanjiang's whereabouts, but unfortunately, he could detect no trace of his brother. He guessed he was in the capital of Daliang. As he pondered this, a familiar presence suddenly entered his range of perception. Following its lead, he strolled towards the Luo Mansion.

Zhao Shanhe arrived at the gate of the Luo Mansion, where the Mansion Master, Luo Tian, was already waiting. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the sight of the young man before him. He was truly handsome, his white clothes as white as snow, his long hair flowing in the wind. His face was as beautiful as jade, his eyes like the stars. He possessed an otherworldly aura, a deity exiled from the earth. He quickly bowed and said, "Great Protector General Luo Tian of the Great Liang Kingdom greets the Immortal Master."

Luo Tian felt as if his body was being held up by an invisible giant hand, unable to kneel down no matter what. He secretly marveled in his heart, knowing that this must be the result of the magic cast by the young man in front of him.

Zhao Shanhe said with a smile: "Father-in-law, don't you remember your son-in-law?"

Luo Tian was shocked. He stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes and said in disbelief, "You are Zhao Shanhe! Eight years have passed in a flash. You have grown up. I wonder how my Tianshuang is doing."

Zhao Shanhe smiled faintly and replied, "Don't worry, father-in-law. Sister Tianshuang is doing well. She is currently in seclusion for cultivation. When she breaks through, I will bring her back to meet you."

Luo Tian felt relieved after hearing this. He said, "Shanhe, this is not the place to talk. Why don't we go inside the mansion and talk in detail?"

The two of them walked into the Luo Mansion together and went straight to Luo Tian's study. As soon as they sat down, Zhao Shanhe asked directly, "Father-in-law, have you heard any rumors about the Ouyang family?"

Luo Tian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Which aspect do you want to know about?"

Zhao Shanhe was silent for a moment, then replied, "Regarding matters concerning spiritual roots, even if it's just hearsay or vague news, it doesn't necessarily have to be limited to the Ouyang family. As long as it has happened in Daliang, it's fine."

Luo Tian thought for a moment, recalling some past rumors, and slowly said, "About ten years ago, there were rumors that a child with a fire-attributed spiritual root appeared in Pengcheng. However, some later said it was nonsense. Coincidentally, a severe plague broke out in Pengcheng that year, killing many people."

Zhao Shanhe's words confirmed his suspicions. Ouyang Bufan's spiritual roots were no coincidence. How could such an ordinary family produce two people with these roots? He continued, "Father-in-law, have you ever heard of the rumors about earth-attributed spiritual roots?"

Luo Tian thought for a while and replied, "Xianxu, I haven't heard of it."

Zhao Shanhe suddenly changed the subject and whispered to Luo Tian, "Father-in-law, are you interested in trying to sit on the dragon throne?"

Luo Tian's heart couldn't help but move, but he still responded hesitantly: "My dear son-in-law, is it okay? Isn't it said that immortal masters are not allowed to interfere in worldly affairs?"

Zhao Shanhe saw through Luo Tian's thoughts and comforted him, "Father-in-law, feel free to do it. If anything goes wrong, I will take the responsibility. From what I know, the Ouyang family doesn't seem to be popular."

Although Luo Tian was tempted, he still had many concerns. He asked, "My dear son-in-law, as far as I know, Ouyang Bufan and Ouyang Shaogong are both direct disciples of the Qingniu Sect. Immortal Master Yang Xiaochan has long since left the Qingniu Sect."

"Father-in-law, you must have heard it from the outer sect steward Luo Chuan. Did he tell you that my other daughter-in-law is the sect leader's granddaughter, Tan Tai Ming Yue? Go ahead and do it. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it. Life is a rare opportunity to take a gamble."

"My dear son-in-law, can you give me a few days to think about it?"

"Father-in-law, please take your time to think about it. I will go to Daliang State to clean up the filth. Please don't let others take advantage of it. I will take my leave first."