The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

At dusk and dawn, in the inn of Dongling City.

Jiang Qingwu tossed and turned in a nightmare all night, her heart filled with fear and anxiety. She opened her eyes slightly, and the light before her was a soft morning glow, illuminating her face. Seeing He Yihuan meditating beside her, her heart finally eased a little. The nightmare still lingered in her mind, making her wonder if she had truly been saved, or if it was all just a dream.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes were fixed on He Yihuan, as if she wanted to imprint every subtle expression of his in her heart. Her heart was filled with endless gratitude, and this emotion was like a surging tide, constantly impacting her fragile mental defenses.

He Yihuan was more than just a master to Jiang Qingwu; he was a dazzling beacon, illuminating her path and guiding her out of the endless, suffocating darkness. Whenever she thought back to those nightmarish days, she wondered if she could have persevered until now without the protection and blessing of her master, He Yihuan, who acted like a safe haven. Perhaps she would have been completely consumed by pain and despair, never to see the light again.

At this moment, He Yihuan, who had been immersed in a state of meditation, seemed to sense the intense gaze. He slowly opened his eyes, concluding his practice. He turned his head, his eyes filled with concern and kindness, and asked softly, "Awake?" Jiang Qingwu nodded vigorously, and replied in a slightly childish but remarkably firm voice, "Yes."

Hearing this answer, He Yihuan smiled, and then said in a gentle and encouraging tone: "Then let's go." His words were like a spring breeze blowing across his face, instantly relaxing Jiang Qingwu's originally nervous heart.

However, just as she was about to respond, a loud rumbling of her stomach suddenly shattered the silence. The sudden sound instantly brought a faint blush to Jiang Qingwu's cheeks, and she felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment. After all, at such a crucial moment, her stomach had actually growled, which was quite unexpected.

This sudden voice broke the originally peaceful atmosphere, and He Yihuan's hearty laughter rang out: "Hahahaha, it was my negligence! I didn't expect that I had never accepted an apprentice, let alone such a young disciple. I'm really sorry to have overlooked that you are still a mortal body and need to supplement your meals." After he said that, he asked the store owner for a bowl of thin rice porridge.

After a short wait, the thin rice porridge was served. The aroma of the porridge filled the air inside the inn. Jiang Qingwu struggled to finish her breakfast with her small hands. A complex mix of emotions surged in her heart. Yesterday, she had her mother's love, but now she had to face this cruel world alone. She couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness, but she quickly suppressed her emotions. She wanted to be strong and seek justice for the Jiang family!

She clenched her small fist, her eyes gleaming with determination. Though a tinge of sadness still lingered within her, she had long since mastered controlling her emotions. In her previous life, she had learned how to remain strong in the face of adversity, how to transform sadness into motivation. She took a deep breath, determined to channel her grief into the driving force of her cultivation. She would become a powerful cultivator, protecting herself and her loved ones. She believed that as long as she persevered, she would one day achieve her goal, and from then on, this small fist would become an iron fist that would terrify the forces of evil!

He Yihuan stood quietly by, his gaze fixed on his petite, adorable apprentice. He was struck by her chameleon-like shifts in mood, a surge of indescribable admiration welling up within him. Recalling his own youth, He Yihuan knew that achieving Jiang Qingwu's tenacity was no easy feat. Now, looking at this young yet resolute girl, he couldn't help but sigh, "This girl's strength is truly beyond my reach back then..."

Jiang Qingwu devoured her hearty breakfast with a swift whirlwind, neatly tidying the table. Then, with a brisk pace, she approached her master, like a cheerful little bird, and tenderly called out, "Master, your disciple has had a hearty meal!" He Yihuan's lips curled up slightly in a doting smile in response. Then, he gently bent down and swiftly lifted Jiang Qingwu into his arms. Then, the master and disciple walked together to the inn's counter to settle their bill with the innkeeper.

When they arrived at the counter, the affable shopkeeper greeted them with a beaming smile and said enthusiastically, "Ah, Master and Little Master, you've truly made our humble shop shine! Your spending totals two low-grade Spirit Crystals. However, this bowl of fragrant rice porridge is a free gift for Little Master. Please accept it." Since their spending wasn't large, the shopkeeper readily recited the exact amount without even turning to the abacus. He Yihuan nodded slightly in gratitude. Then, he reached into the Qiankun pouch hanging from his waist, fumbled for a moment, and quickly pulled out two shimmering Spirit Crystals, handing them to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper happily accepted the spirit crystal, grinning from ear to ear. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Immortal Master, for your patronage! We welcome you to visit us again next time!" As soon as he finished speaking, He Yihuan, holding Jiang Qingwu, turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the bustling crowd...

He Yihuan carried Jiang Qingwu out of the inn and took out the teleportation talisman he had drawn overnight, secretly congratulating himself that his efforts had paid off. He carefully held the talisman, muttering something, and it suddenly shone with a strange light. Jiang Qingwu stared intently at this high-level product from the world of immortal cultivation, filled with curiosity and awe. He had never seen such a high-level talisman in the Jiang family before.

With a flash of light, a teleportation array appeared beneath their feet. He Yihuan held the talisman in one hand and injected a little spiritual energy into it. The array immediately glowed brightly, instantly enveloping the two of them.

In a moment, Jiang Qingwu felt that her eyes suddenly became brighter and her body became light. When she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her was completely different. She looked at the scene in front of her and was surprised!

The surroundings were actually a world of ice and snow, with the cold wind howling and snowflakes fluttering in the air. She also discovered that the snow here was different from the snow outside. Each piece seemed to be filled with a strong spiritual energy, and it fluttered down lightly, making people's hearts pure. On the very tip of the peak, there was a super large ice crystal, as transparent as a mirror, reflecting the light of the sun and the moon. Looking ahead, there was a small river. No one knew where the water in the river came from, but there was only billowing hot steam rising from the water. You want to ask Jiang Qingwu how she knew it was hot steam? That's because the grass on both sides of the river bank was lush green, and full of all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. It can be said that the peak in the distance was a world of ice and snow, but the halfway up the mountain where she was now was completely another world!

"Tingxue Peak? Could it be that the plants added are from Tingxue Peak?" He Yihuan sighed inwardly as he concluded another pattern.

"Master, are we taking the wrong path?" Jiang Qingwu blinked her bright eyes, her face filled with confusion and bewilderment. She scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, her doubts flooding her mind like a tide. She knew nothing about the mysterious Tingxue Peak He Yihuan had mentioned, let alone its exact location. However, their goal on this trip was supposed to be to reach the Wuliang Sect! Could it be that, as she secretly suspected, they had accidentally lost their way and gone astray? Filled with doubts, Jiang Qingwu finally couldn't contain herself and mustered the courage to ask He Yihuan.

At this moment, a deep and firm voice reached Jiang Qingwu's ears: "It can't be said that I'm wrong. This is my master's mountain - Tingxue Peak."

"What? A mountain?!" Jiang Qingwu's mouth dropped open in shock. His eyes widened, seemingly popping out of their sockets, his face awash with disbelief. This...how could this even be called a mountain? It sounded like a band of bandits lording it over the mountains! Oh my god, it was truly unexpected. The master, who usually seemed so gentle and refined, would actually choose such a crude, even somewhat uncouth, word to describe the place he inhabited. This truly took Jiang Qingwu by surprise, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Qingwu pondered this thought, shaking her head slightly. A faint smile of resignation etched itself into her lips. She couldn't help but marvel at the strange arrangement of fate. The man before her bore a striking resemblance to her stern yet persistent coach from her past life...

At that moment, a clear, melodious cry, like the sound of nature, resounded through the heavens: "Uncle Master!" This voice seemed to possess some kind of magical power, instantly capturing everyone's attention. Then, Jiang Qingwu saw a dazzling figure, like the celestial being Zixia descending to earth, stepping on a multicolored cloud and hurtling towards them with lightning speed, like a bird returning to its nest.

In the blink of an eye, the purple figure approached. Her figure, graceful and elegant, like a fluttering butterfly, landed gracefully on the ground. Then, she bowed respectfully toward where Jiang Qingwu and the others stood, bowing deeply in respect.

Seeing this, He Yihuan's face was full of suspicion, his brows were furrowed, and he couldn't help asking: "Qingtong, why did you come here suddenly? I remember that you were always busy with work or concentrating on cultivation. Why did you think of visiting my Tingxue Peak today?" He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why this nephew who usually stayed indoors and concentrated on practicing martial arts chose to show up here at this moment.

The woman named Qingtong straightened up and said slowly: "I was handling some important matters in the sect hall, and suddenly I felt that there seemed to be some strange fluctuations in the sect protection formation. So I immediately used my skills to carefully detect it, and found that there was an abnormality on your side, uncle, so I hurried here to see what happened." Her tone was calm and firm, as if she was already accustomed to such emergencies.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened—figures began to emerge from the empty space around them! This person's aura was extremely well hidden. If he hadn't taken the initiative to show up, it would have been difficult to detect.

Instantly, a voice as clear and calm as a spring drifted into the crowd's ears: "Uncle Master?" Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze in the direction of the voice, only to discover that the speaker was a young woman in a pristine white silk dress. She had a beautiful face, yet a serious expression, radiating a chilling aura that made anyone afraid to approach. This woman was Lin Feixue, a fellow disciple of Li Qingtong.

"Well, Feixue, you are here too?" He Yihuan nodded slightly in response.

"Senior sister, could it be that you also rushed here because you sensed abnormal fluctuations in the sect protection formation?" Li Qingtong asked politely to this serious senior sister.

Lin Feixue nodded slightly and explained, "Indeed, I was instructing my disciples in the sect's sword techniques. Unexpectedly, I suddenly became alert and sensed an unusual change in the sect's protective formation. Thinking that there might be evil cultivators or demons with ill intentions attempting to intrude on our sect, I didn't dare to take it lightly, so I followed the clues I had previously surveyed and tracked them all the way here." After saying this, she looked at He Yihuan and the others and chuckled, "I didn't expect that my uncle would return."

"Being alert is a good thing, but why were you the only two to notice? Where were the others? You're all old men who've lived for centuries, yet your alertness is so poor! We need more training!" He Yihuan said to Li Qingtong with a hint of irritation on his face. Standing to the side, Li Qingtong didn't object to He Yihuan's decision at all, instead expressing strong approval.

"Yes, uncle! I will immediately convey your order to those fellow disciples who have not yet gone into seclusion for cultivation, and ask them to intensify their practice of spiritual consciousness." Li Qingtong responded respectfully.

At that moment, Pei Yi, belatedly arriving, had heard from afar about the extra training. He quickly used his escape technique to rush over, wanting to let Li Qingtong know he wouldn't be participating. He also cleverly changed the subject: "Uncle Master, where did this adorable little child come from? Did you kidnap her?"

Jiang Qingwu, who was held in his arms, couldn't help but feel puzzled after hearing this, and slowly put a big question mark in his mind... He thought to himself: Could the Wuliang Sect's style of doing things be so unique and different? It was really unbelievable!