The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

The spirit boat slowly sailed through the sky, passing through the clouds. Jiang Qingwu and the others had concluded their adventure in the ancient tomb and could finally relax for a while. They sat together on the deck of the spirit boat, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

On the deck, the sun shone brightly, the sea breeze caressed. Feng Ci and Zhongli Xiu played chess, their black and white pieces interlaced on the board, forming an intricate pattern. Their brows furrowed, their minds absorbed in every move. Feng Ci's fingers gently stroked the pieces, his gaze focused and sharp, as if he could peer through the game to see into his opponent's thoughts. Zhongli Xiu sat quietly beside them, his gaze fixed on the chessboard, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he had already seen through his opponent's plan. The atmosphere between them was tense and challenging, as if a war without gunpowder were unfolding.

"Ah Ci, that's a brilliant move you made," Zhongli Xiu exclaimed, a look of admiration on his face. His gaze was fixed on the chessboard, as if trying to peer through the pieces to see Feng Ci's inner strategist. Feng Ci, on the other hand, smiled faintly, his fingers tapping lightly on the board, as if pondering his next move. Each tap was a silent declaration, showcasing his confidence and composure.

"Brother, my master forced me to look at many formation diagrams. My chess prowess is well earned," Feng Ci replied with a smile, a hint of humility in his voice. However, Zhongli Xiu could hear the pride hidden beneath his words. After all, learning formation diagrams is no easy task, requiring immense wisdom and patience. Feng Ci's ability to apply what he learned to chess undoubtedly proved his exceptional talent.

The game between the two players captivated the attention of the crowd, who gathered around, their gazes fixed on the chessboard. Everyone was rapt, afraid to miss a single exciting moment. Lin Muci and Mo Yunsheng were no exception. They stood by, marveling at Feng Ci's brilliant moves and lamenting Zhong Lixiu's mistakes. The entire scene was filled with a tense yet heated atmosphere.

"Ah Ci, your move was truly unexpected." Lin Muci couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He knew Feng Ci's chess skills had always been top-notch, but this match had made him realize Feng Ci's strength even more profoundly. He couldn't help but be filled with admiration for Feng Ci's chess skills.

"Yes, Senior Brother Feng's chess skills are getting better and better." Mo Yunsheng also agreed, her eyes full of envy. She knew very well how much effort and time it took to reach such a high level. If only she could make such progress in studying music theory. Thinking of her master's helplessness in guiding her theory, she felt sorry for the hard work her master had put in, and smiled guiltily.

Su Chen was quietly cultivating on the side, a faint aura surrounding his body. As he breathed, the aura was slowly drawn into his body and then released. His face was filled with concentration, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Above Su Chen's head, a white spiritual light swirled like mist, gradually converging into a vortex, continuously drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy. After entering his body, this spiritual energy quickly merged into his meridians, flowing along a specific route, and finally converging at his dantian.

At this moment, Su Chen's Dantian was already filled with rich spiritual energy, forming a bright ball of light. This ball of light continuously rotated, releasing powerful energy fluctuations. Su Chen's body also emitted a faint light, as if a layer of mysterious power enveloped him.

"Junior Brother Su's cultivation speed is truly astonishing. Although he's still a little behind Junior Uncle, he's still faster than me. Third Brother, I'm so envious..." Feng Ci exclaimed in admiration, his gaze lingering on Su Chen for a moment. He could sense Su Chen's aura growing stronger, clearly a breakthrough in his cultivation.

"Yes, his talent is indeed astonishing, but you are not bad either. Don't underestimate yourself." Zhongli Xiu also nodded in agreement. They were surprised by Su Chen's cultivation speed, but at the same time, they were proud to have such a genius in their sect.

Jiang Qingwu stood at the bow, her eyes fixed on the distance, her heart filled with anticipation and longing for the future. She knew that this adventure to the secret realm of Youhuang would be a rare opportunity, but also a challenge.

"Junior Master, what are you thinking about?" Feng Ci walked over to Jiang Qingwu and asked softly. He noticed that Jiang Qingwu's eyes were a little erratic, as if he was thinking about something important.

Jiang Qingwu came back to her senses. She smiled slightly and said, "I was wondering, with two months left until the opening of the Youhuang Secret Realm, will we be delayed again on the way? Hahahaha." Her tone was relaxed, but a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. After all, the opening time of the Youhuang Secret Realm was fixed, and if they encountered too many problems along the way, it might affect their arrival at their destination on time.

"Ah? Then let's not do that. I'm still waiting to enter the Youhuang Secret Realm for my first experience!" There was a hint of determination in Feng Ci's voice, and he was thinking about experiencing the secret realm.

The spirit boat drew a graceful arc in the night sky and continued to sail into the distance.

Feng Jingchen stood at the bow of the spirit boat, the night breeze ruffling his long hair, his eyes reflecting the starry sky. His heart, however, was as deep and complex as the night sky. His mother, the only person who had waited for him to be born, had passed away, and his father, a man he had never met, had left him with endless pain and confusion.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew that he could not continue to dwell on the pain of the past. He needed to let it go and move on. His eyes fell on the jade pendant in his hand. It was the only relic left to him by his mother and the only connection between him and his mother.

Feng Jingchen sat quietly by the side of the boat, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if lost in thought. In his hand, he toyed with a small jade pendant, the only relic left to him by his mother, one he had carried since childhood. It had been accidentally stolen during his time with the opera troupe, but he had recovered it after his master took it home. The jade pendant shimmered faintly in the moonlight, as if telling an ancient story.

"Achen, are you okay?" Jiang Qingwu walked over to Fengjingchen and asked softly. Her voice was soft and concerned, like a spring breeze, gently brushing against his heart and breaking Fengjingchen's deep thoughts.

Feng Jingchen slowly raised his head. His eyes, deep as the night, flashed with a complex emotion, but he quickly concealed it, regaining his composure. "I'm fine, Junior-Master." His voice was low and hoarse, as if concealing endless sorrow, yet with a barely perceptible tremor.

Jiang Qingwu gently patted Feng Jingchen's shoulder. She could sense the pain and struggle within him. She knew Feng Jingchen needed time to process all this, a quiet space to gather his thoughts. "If there's anything I can help you with, please let me know." Her voice was firm, as if to tell Feng Jingchen that no matter what, everyone in the Wuliang Sect would be there to support him.

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. He knew he wasn't alone. He still had the Wuliang Sect and his fellow disciples who cared about him and loved him. They would always be there for him, through this difficult time.

Jiang Qingwu sighed and continued slowly, "Your mother made the ultimate sacrifice to protect you. She wanted you to live and be happy. I hope you'll consider what I told you that night."

A glint of determination flashed in Feng Jingchen's eyes. "I will let it go. Thank you, Junior Master." His voice was filled with a hint of determination, and he had already made his decision. "Although I lost my mother, I now have a new family."

"Yes, we are all your new family." Jiang Qingwu affirmed, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, "It will definitely work. Practice hard and break through soon!"

Feng Jingchen nodded, took a deep breath, and looked off into the distance again. He knew that his life journey had finally begun again, and he still had a long way to go.

His gaze was firm and distant. He knew he needed to become stronger; his new family needed him. He decided not to dwell on the past and stop spinning in circles. He knew this was what his mother would most want to see.

As the night deepened, the spirit boat continued to sail through the night sky. Feng Jingchen and Jiang Qingwu stood at the bow, their eyes gazing into the distance, their hearts filled with hope and dreams for the future.

The next day, Lin Muci and Mo Yunsheng started to get busy early in the morning. Lin Muci took out various ingredients from his Qiankun bag, including fresh vegetables, tender meat, and various seasonings, while Mo Yunsheng washed and plated them. Their movements were skillful and quick, and soon a simple hot pot was ready.

"Everyone, come on, the hot pot is ready!" Lin Muci stood by the table, smiling broadly as he called out to everyone. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed over, eagerly gathering around the hot pot. Their eyes fell on the bubbling broth in the pot, and the sight of it steaming hot filled their faces with anticipation.

"Second Senior Sister, your cooking skills are getting better and better." Feng Ci looked at the ingredients in the pot and couldn't help but admire them. His eyes were fixed on the pot, as if he was afraid to miss any delicious dish.

"Yes, Mu Ci's hotpot is made by Senior Brother Pei, so it must be delicious!" Jiang Qingwu also echoed, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, looking particularly gentle.

Su Chen and Zhongli Xiu quietly prepared the seasonings. Their movements were gentle and meticulous, as if they were carving a work of art. Each seasoning was carefully blended, striving for perfection.

"Okay, everyone, you can start eating." Lin Muci announced with a smile, his eyes filled with pride and joy. As he finished speaking, everyone picked up their chopsticks and began to savor the sumptuous hot pot.

The aroma of food filled the air, the rich flavor making everyone salivate. Everyone enjoyed the food to their heart's content, and laughter echoed in the room.

"This hot pot is amazing!" Zhong Lixiu exclaimed heartily as he ate. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he raved about the hot pot. The others nodded in agreement, praising Lin Muci's cooking skills highly.

"Yes, Second Senior Sister's cooking skills are really admirable. Unlike me, I am simply a negative example." Feng Ci couldn't help but praise her, and smiled awkwardly when he thought that the spirit beasts wouldn't eat the hot pot he made.

Lin Muci showed a satisfied smile on his face and greeted enthusiastically: "It's no big deal, no big deal. Come and eat quickly. Yun Sheng and I prepared a lot of hot pot dishes, as much as you can eat."

Feng Jingchen sat silently in the corner, his eyes a little blurry, as if he was still immersed in his own thoughts. Jiang Qingwu keenly noticed his abnormality, walked gently to his side, and asked with concern: "Achen, are you okay?"

Feng Jingchen slowly came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "Nothing, just thinking about something." His voice was calm and gentle, but it revealed a subtle heaviness.

Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly. She knew Feng Jingchen well enough to know that something was on his mind. However, she didn't press the issue further. She understood that even though Feng Jingchen had figured out a lot, he still needed time to sort out his thoughts and adjust his state of mind.

The hot pot ingredients simmered in the boiling broth, emitting an alluring aroma. The heat permeated the air, filling the entire space with warmth. Everyone gathered around, laughing and chatting, enjoying the delicious food.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the lively scene in front of her and gradually relaxed. She turned to look at Feng Jingchen, a hint of worry in her eyes. Feng Jingchen felt her gaze and gently patted her hand to show that he was fine.

At this time, Lin Muci excitedly picked up a piece of tender beef and handed it to Jiang Qingwu: "Junior Master, try this. I prepared it specially for you." Jiang Qingwu took the chopsticks, tasted the delicious food, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Jiang Qingwu took the beef, a grateful smile on her face, a warm light flashing in her eyes: "Thank you, Mu Ci! Come and have some too!"

Lin Muci responded with a smile: "You're welcome, Junior Uncle. I'm very happy to make you happy." His eyes revealed a kind of respect and care for his elders.

The aroma of hot pot filled the air, creating a hazy, warm, and comfortable atmosphere. The sounds of laughter and chatter mingled, and the boat rocked gently, like a melodious melody. On this small boat, everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, forgetting all worries and troubles, creating a beautiful scene.

As night fell, the spirit boat continued to sail through the night sky. Everyone gathered on the deck, their gazes fixed on the distant starry sky. The stars twinkled faintly, like dazzling gems inlaid against the black sky. They seemed to tell ancient stories, sparking endless reverie.

"What do you think the seniors who ascended to heaven are like over there in the starry sky?" Feng Ci suddenly spoke, interrupting everyone's thoughts and drawing their attention to himself. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if he was exploring unknown territory.

Zhongli Xiu frowned slightly when he heard this, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "Who knows, maybe it is another world, maybe it is the endless void." His tone was calm and steady, but it contained deep emotion.

Mo Yunsheng sighed softly and said softly, "I think there must be a new world on the other side of the starry sky that we can't imagine." There was a longing light in her eyes, as if she had already seen that distant and magical place.

Everyone fell into deep thought, their hearts filled with longing and anticipation for the future. Everyone was imagining the scene beyond the starry sky and pondering their own future path.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu's voice broke the silence. "No matter what lies beyond the starry sky, we must bravely explore and pursue it." Her voice was firm and powerful, as if giving people infinite strength. She said, "Our goal is the sea of ​​stars!"

"Yes! Our goal is the sea of ​​stars!" Feng Jingchen's voice was filled with determination. After repeating Jiang Qingwu's words, his eyes flashed with a firm light, as if telling everyone that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, he will move forward without hesitation.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They knew that only through continuous effort could they realize their dreams; only by forging ahead courageously could they explore a wider world. In this world of Dongxu, filled with challenges and opportunities, they must remain steadfast in their faith and forge ahead courageously.

The spirit boat continued to sail through the night sky, carrying everyone's laughter and high spirits, heading towards the secret realm of bamboo...