After handing it over to the system, the three brothers knelt down and begged for forgiveness

Nan Qiao secretly made up his mind to bring back many cultivation techniques and many treasures.

She imagined that in the future, in the eyes of foreigners, their Flower-Growing Country would no longer be a country where everyone competes in martial arts, but a country where everyone cultivates immortality!

What an amazing scene that would be!

She seemed to have seen the future glory of the Flower-Growing Country, and her heart was full of anticipation and longing.

"Benefactor, are you leaving?" The village chief's slightly trembling voice came from the corner.

Nan Qiao and Zhou Zimo looked in the direction of the voice and saw the village chief pulling his granddaughter to kneel in front of them.

Seeing this, Nan Qiao and Zhou Zimo hurried forward to help the village chief and his granddaughter up.

Nan Qiao looked serious and said, "Village Chief, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

The village chief's face was filled with sorrow, and his voice was filled with pleading: "My benefactor, if you leave, what will happen to our village?"

"Although we have escaped the crisis for now, if those bandits come back to their senses, our village will be doomed."

"I hope you two benefactors can save our village!"

Zhou Zimo frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Village Chief, don't worry. As soon as I return to the clan, I will send people to guard the village and protect everyone's safety. This is also a way to repay the village for taking me in for the past two days."

A hint of surprise flashed in the village chief's eyes, and he thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir! With your words, our village is saved."

Nan Qiao also nodded in agreement: "Village Chief, don't worry. Since Zhou Zimo promised, he will definitely do it."

The village chief held Nan Qiao's hand tightly, tears of gratitude flashing in his old eyes.

He slowly loosened his hand, turned around and walked into the house. After a while, he came out with a yellowed ancient book in his hand.

"My benefactor, you saved the lives of our entire village. We have no way to repay you."

"I found this cultivation manual by accident when I was young. I have kept it as a treasure for all these years. Unfortunately, I lack the aptitude for cultivation and cannot comprehend its mysteries."

"Now, I give it to you, hoping it can help you on your path of cultivation." The village chief held the ancient book in both hands and handed it to Nan Qiao solemnly.

Nan Qiao looked at the ancient book and felt the village chief's sincerity and kindness.

She gently took the ancient book and opened the cover. An ancient breath came to her face. The words on the pages were simple and mysterious, as if containing endless power.

"Village chief, your gift is so precious. I will definitely cherish it." Nan Qiao said sincerely.

Zhou Zimo's eyes inadvertently swept across the ancient book in Nan Qiao's hand, and his eyes widened instantly, his face full of surprise. "This... this is actually a heavenly-level cultivation technique!"

His voice trembled slightly with shock.

Nan Qiao heard this, with doubt in his eyes. Heavenly level? Is it that powerful?

Zhou Zimo quickly explained, "In the world of cultivation, cultivation techniques, combat skills, and magical instruments are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. Heaven is the highest level, and Huang is the most common."

"Once this heavenly-level cultivation technique is revealed, it will surely cause a frenzied fight among all factions. I never expected that the village chief would possess such a precious treasure and be so generous as to give it to you."

Nan Qiao's gaze fell on the ancient book again, with a bit more heat in her eyes. She held the ancient book tightly, her heart pounding.

This is a treasure among treasures, you must keep it well.

"Zhou Zimo, you must help me protect this ancient book and not let it fall into the wrong hands."

What Nan Qiao meant was, Zhou Zimo, you must help me protect this cultivation technique, and you must not let the bad guys snatch my treasure away!

Zhou Zimo nodded, his eyes revealing determination: "Don't worry, Sister Nanqiao, I'm here, and I will definitely not let anyone hurt you or this ancient book."

"When we return to the clan, I will have the clan's masters protect you and help you practice this heavenly magic technique."

The village chief once again tightly grasped the two men's hands, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Two benefactors, your great kindness will never be forgotten by the people of our village."

“May you have a safe journey.”

After bidding farewell to the village chief solemnly, Nan Qiao and Zhou Zimo resolutely embarked on the long journey to Zhou Zimo's family.

The two walked away side by side, with the winding path under their feet like an endless ribbon stretching forward.

The two figures moved slowly on this narrow path, step by step, firmly and persistently.

The days passed quietly as they moved forward, day after day, they walked tirelessly.

When they were extremely thirsty during the journey, they would find a clear stream, squat down, gently scoop up the cool stream water with both hands, and slowly put it into their mouths, feeling the refreshing coolness, as if all their fatigue was swept away.

When hunger came, Zhou Zimo skillfully picked up the bow and arrow, shuttled through the mountains and forests, looking for traces of prey.

After a while, he returned with a harvest, either a fat rabbit or a strong pheasant.

They lit a bonfire and roasted the prey until it was golden and crispy, with the aroma filling the air. In this wilderness, they enjoyed this simple and satisfying meal.

something unexpected may happen any time.

The sky often suddenly becomes gloomy and covered with dark clouds, and soon, raindrops as big as beans begin to fall.

The two men hurriedly looked for a place to hide, and every time they did so, they were always lucky enough to find a protruding rock.

The two of them snuggled tightly under the rock, looking at the rain curtain outside and listening to the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

The raindrops hit the ground around him with a crackling sound, splashing tiny water droplets. Zhou Zimo looked at the hazy rain scene outside, and his curiosity could not be suppressed after all.

He tilted his head slightly, looked at Nan Qiao, and asked softly, "Sister Nan Qiao, I've always been curious, where are you from?"

Why are you dressed so strangely? And those strange magical instruments, I have never seen anything like them before."

Nan Qiao was slightly stunned, and his gaze shifted from the rain to Zhou Zimo.

She pondered for a moment and slowly said, "I come from a very distant place, and the people there are very different from those here. As for my clothing, it's very common in my hometown. Those magical instruments... were also obtained by me through special opportunities."

Zhou Zimo's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he continued to ask, "So what's your hometown like? It sounds beautiful."

Nan Qiao's eyes became a little distant, as if he was recalling his hometown far away.

"My hometown has tall buildings, fast-moving vehicles, and people's lifestyles are very different from here."

"They don't practice cultivation, but are willing to be like cattle and horses just to survive. Do you still think that's beautiful?"

Zhou Zimo listened attentively, as if attracted by the world that Nan Qiao described.

The sound of rain still echoed in my ears, but their conversation seemed to open a door to an unknown world.