Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"If Sima Yan is indeed a member of the Renxin Sect, then I assert that he is not dead yet, because every living Renxin demon is terrifyingly strong. Defeating them is easy, but killing them is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"I will report this matter to Madam in detail and take appropriate action as soon as possible."

"Alright, I won't sit any longer. I'll take my leave now."

Butler Qiu left, taking with him Zhou Qingfeng's speculations.

No matter how alarmist Zhou Qingfeng's speculation may be, it is not without basis.

Because people from the Renxin faction like to stir up trouble.

These people are the ultimate destroyers of order and the final source of chaos.

If the Renxin faction sets its sights on the Sword Tower...

Even the first one should be on high alert, lest a thousand-year legacy be destroyed in a single day.

I must report this matter to my wife in a timely manner and find out who in the higher-ups is colluding with the bandits of Zhuxian Village. Even if we can't find out, we must take precautions as soon as possible and raise the internal level of vigilance to the highest level.

If Ma Dalang knew about the conversation between the master and his disciple, he would surely cry out that he was wronged. He said that he only wanted to start his own independent business and never thought of overthrowing the Sword Tower, let alone colluding with the sorcerers of the Renxin Sect.

Why was Zhou Qingfeng so nervous, reporting some unsubstantiated speculations? Because Zhou Qingfeng used to be an employee, but now he's a partner, so the Sword Tower can't fall.

Anyone who dares to attempt to overthrow the Sword Tower will be killed by Zhou Qingfeng.

As long as Sword Tower exists, he will be the fourth young master of Sword Tower City.

Then the resources needed for cultivation will be inexhaustible, and nothing will be lacking.

Now that I've reported my suspicions, there's nothing to worry about. Sword Tower is very strong, and the first one is very strong. With proper defenses, Sword Tower is impregnable, and I can rest easy.

Zhou Qingfeng invited Ye Tingxiu and Xiao Hongyun to his residence for dinner and drinks that day.

The three sat around a table and drank heartily, talking a lot and having a great time.

Because everyone is growing, progressing, and getting better and better.

You don't need many friends; two or three close friends are enough.

When they were thoroughly enjoying themselves, Zhou Qingfeng picked up the wine jug and took a big gulp. He laughed heartily, revealing his true feelings: "A roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles. How wonderful, how wonderful!"

"Congratulations, Lao Zhou, please take care of me in the future!" Ye Tingxiu, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, supported Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, clinked glasses with him, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud, falling fast asleep.

Xiao Hongyun stood by the window with his hands behind his back, gazing at the crimson moon in the sky: "Life is so wonderful. Former rivals are now friends. Indeed, everything we have experienced is the best arrangement of fate."

"Old Zhou, after this parting, Old Ye and I have decided to follow our master to undergo arduous training."

"Next time we come back, we will all visit the Land of Food Disaster."

"Then we'll have a showdown in the Food Disaster Zone."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled as he watched Xiao Hongyun's retreating figure: "Alright, I'm also preparing to leapfrog into the next realm. See you in the Food Disaster Realm."

Xiao Hongyun didn't move, so Zhou Qingfeng got up and nudged him. Xiao Hongyun, who was already asleep standing up, fell to the ground and slept soundly after being nudged.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng burst into laughter: "You can't even drink properly."

As he laughed, Zhou Qingfeng, unable to hold his liquor, sat up on the windowsill, gazing at the crimson moon in the sky, his expression filled with youthful vigor and boundless anticipation for the future.

In less than a year, he cleared away all obstacles in his path and climbed up step by step.

Today, I've finally turned my life around!

The next day.

All the gifts bestowed by the lady were delivered to the Zhou residence by people sent by the Jiangshan Hall.

Zhou Qingfeng only took the materials for ascending the ranks, the resources to aid in the ascent, and the pills to assist in cultivation.

As things stand, he has just returned from a great achievement, and has been adopted as a son and appointed as the Vice Governor-General.

They are already in the eye of the storm, and every move they make is being watched. Even the slightest flaw will be magnified and used as evidence to attack them.

If someone tries to use this surge in popularity to their advantage...

They might actually be negatively impacted by this surge in popularity.

To reiterate, I rose from the bottom to the top, encroaching on the interests of many people.

In some people's eyes, it is a sin.

It's not a matter of offending or not offending.

Rather, the very existence of something is offensive.

Therefore, at times like these, it is essential to disappear and fall silent.

It's best to disappear from everyone's sight for a while.

Let the escalating fervor gradually subside over time.

The best option at this time is to enter the White Bone Foundation Building Tower for secluded cultivation, preparing to leapfrog to a higher realm.

However, before going into seclusion, Zhou Qingfeng still needed to arrange A-mei's studies and find a good teacher.

It's okay not to study in this turbid and evil world, but you must be able to read.

Otherwise, they won't even be able to understand the cultivation manuals and will only end up as piglets raised in captivity.

After much thought, Zhou Qingfeng pictured a face and immediately decided that it was him.

At the Night Patrol Office, in the archives, Zhou Qingfeng and his sister arrived specifically to visit the old cripple.

The old cripple, leaning on his cane, limped out and smiled slightly: "Commander Zhou is not what he used to be. Should I call you Young Master Zhou now, or Deputy Governor Zhou?"

Zhou Qingfeng clasped his hands in a respectful greeting: "Mr. Liao, you're too kind. You can just call me Silang."

The old cripple nodded with a smile: "What brings you here today, Fourth Brother?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng pulled Shui'er out from behind him: "My younger sister has reached the age for studying and cultivating, but she has not yet found a good teacher. I would like to ask Mr. Liao to take Shui'er as his disciple."

Shui'er blinked, wondering why her brother wanted her to become the apprentice of an old cripple. But in Shui'er's heart, her brother was the most capable and intelligent, and there must be a reason for him doing this.

Upon hearing this, the old cripple's eyes flashed with surprise. He was about to refuse, but considering Zhou Qingfeng's current status, he changed his mind and said, "For Si Lang's sake, I can take her as my disciple."

There was something left unsaid, but Zhou Qingfeng understood that he owed someone a favor. In exchange for that favor, the old cripple was teaching Shui'er to read and cultivate. As things stand, there's no question of whether this deal was a loss or a gain; it's just that the favor was hard to repay.

But it's all worth it.

If we want to build a Zhou family that lasts for a hundred years, or even a thousand years, in this world.

We cannot rely on ourselves alone; we must unite all available forces.

They spared no expense in cultivating their family's offspring.

Only in this way can the Zhou family become a force to assist him.

This is a long family development process that has lasted for over a century.

Zhou Qingfeng wasn't in a hurry, because there was no use in being in a hurry. He had a shallow foundation and could only rely on time to mature.

I've thought it through very clearly.

You don't necessarily have to get married and have a wife in this lifetime, but you must have a child of your own.

After the child was born, and after a century of development, the concept of a person with a different surname almost disappeared. Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng did not intend to marry Shui'er off to someone else, but rather to have someone marry into the family so that Shui'er's child could be combined with his own child.

Even if Shui'er isn't a member of the Zhou family, her descendants will definitely be members of the Zhou family a hundred years from now.

Now that Shui'er is his younger sister and the old cripple is Shui'er's master, the old cripple will be related to the Zhou family. If something happens to the Zhou family, the old cripple will not be able to remain unscathed and stand by and watch.

Zhou Qingfeng said, "Sister, kneel down and become my disciple. Mr. Liao is a reclusive master. If you can learn even half of his skills, it will be a blessing you can enjoy for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing this, Shui'er immediately knelt down and bowed deeply, saying, "Shui'er greets Master."

The old cripple slightly raised his hand, and a surge of purple magic lifted Shui'er out of thin air. He stroked his beard and smiled, "Good disciple, from now on, follow your master and study and cultivate diligently. Your master will definitely impart all his knowledge to you."