Eternal Life Begins with Taking a Wife - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: I’m No Longer Me Anymore (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The space around the phantom of the warm highest throne trembled and distorted. The seawater around the desolate island stirred up waves. Even when the waves calmed down, this space was still silent.

Time passed slowly. When the setting sun and dusk reflected the fiery red light along the sea, the gentle voice sounded. “Junior Brother, although there are only the two of us left in our lineage, the blood of Master and the others has been spilled across the five continents and four seas. This place is our home. Therefore, no matter what, we can’t lose the five continents and four seas!” Her voice was unusually cold.

Spring Garden’s master said indifferently, “1 understand.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the image of the blood-colored throne gradually faded. Just as it was about to disappear, the gentle voice sounded again, “How long until the ancient blood-colored array is activated?”

“Fifteen years… maybe even less!”

“And you still insist on breaking through the barrier?”

As the blood color disappeared, there was no longer any echo in this sea area.

The gentle voice gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. She frowned. The master of Spring Garden was only slightly weaker than her. If she really attacked, she did not have the confidence to trap her junior brother. Even if she used the white jade tower left behind by her master, she could at most suppress him. “There’s not much time left!” In the end, with a helpless sigh, the warm-colored throne left.

Wei Kingdom.

At the edge of the Cloud Mountain Swamp.

The silver-white cloud boat quickly passed through the mountain peaks surrounded by fog. Shen Ping and his wives and concubines looked down at the scenery that kept passing by below, their emotions fluctuating slightly.

In this area where the Golden Sun Sect was being explored, it carried too many of their memories. Although there was warmth and companionship, most of it was the pain and struggle of cultivating at the bottom.

“Husband, we’re almost at Cloud Mountain Parlour.” Yu Yan pursed her lips and held Shen Ping’s palm tightly.

Wang Yun and Bai Yuying were the same. They stared ahead without blinking. Beyond this mountain was the Cloud Mountain Parlour that they had lived in for a long time.

Mu Jin looked at the broad back in front of her and couldn’t help but recall everything that had happened at Cloud Mountain Parlour. When she first met her husband, he was only a Talisman Master at the third level of Qi Refinement. Every time he went to the True Treasure Pavilion to sell talismans, he was very careful. He never dared to take a few glances at her, an external member of the True Treasure Pavilion.

It was normal for him to be vigilant. However, only a few decades had passed. Not only had her husband successfully built his foundation, but he had also been promoted to a core member of the True Treasure Pavilion. He also had two late-stage Golden Core Realm Perfecteds by his side. Such fortuitous encounters were truly earth-shattering.

While their thoughts were wandering, the cloud boat passed the last mountain peak. The vast Cloud Mountain Swamp immediately came into view. As the light approached, swamp demon beasts, large ore veins, Chen Market… These familiar yet unfamiliar scenes pulled Shen Ping and his wives’ thoughts back to the low-level years of their cultivation.

A moment later, they arrived at the Cloud Mountain Parlour that was like a small city. The ray of light disappeared. Shen Ping and the others landed at the end of the main road of Cloud Mountain Parlour.

Swoosh.

Immediately, many gazes and divine senses probed over. However, when they sensed the powerful divine sense pressure, Foundation Establishment spiritual pressure, and even the unfathomable pressure of magic powers, all their gazes and divine senses quickly retracted. All of them hurriedly bowed.

Their faces were filled with panic and uneasiness.

They had never expected that there would be a Golden Core realm expert among this group of people. For experts like them, they would usually arrive at the Golden Sun Sect or the bustling area of the market. They rarely appeared at the edge of the market.

Shen Ping did not argue with these rogue cultivators. Instead, he restrained his aura and walked along the main road towards the market.

Pei Huoyu and Qiu Ying looked at the surrounding Qi Refinement cultivators. The vigilance on their faces dissipated a little. At the same time, they restrained the magic powers fluctuations on their bodies.

As they went further in the main road, the number of rogue cultivators gradually increased.

“The last three talismans, you have to hurry!”

“Fellow Daoist, come over and take a look at the medicinal pill. This is refined by a middle-grade alchemist. The quality is guaranteed.”

“Dharma artifacts, various grades of dharma artifacts. Cultivators who need them, come over and take a look.”

Near the stone door of the market, the hawkers at the stalls on both sides rose and fell. Many rogue cultivators gathered in front of the stall, looking extremely lively.

Bai Yuying pulled Wang Yun over. The vendor had good eyesight. When he saw the spiritual clothes on them, he hurriedly said enthusiastically, “Seniors, the quality of the pills here is excellent. It’s definitely worth it to nurture the younger generation. Do you want to buy five bottles or three?”

Wang Yun shook her head in embarrassment. “We’re not buying it.”

The vendor continued, “If you buy five bottles, I’ll give you two bottles!”

Wang Yun exclaimed. Bai Yuying glared at the stall owner. “You brat, I already said that I won’t buy it. Don’t you understand?”

The stall owner shrunk his head and smiled apologetically. “Senior, please forgive me.”

Bai Yuying dragged Wang Yun to the next stall. He looked at his wife and concubines, who seemed to have regained some of their liveliness and Shen Ping could not help but slow down. However, as he walked, he frowned slightly because he realized that it was difficult for him to integrate into such a lively scene like his wives and concubines.

He stepped on the familiar main road again, but he was more like a bystander, a passerby. The cultivation life around him was already getting further and further away from him. He stood in front of the stone door of the market.

He looked up. The words ‘Cloud Mountain Parlour’ were still bold and powerful. However, Shen Ping no longer felt dizzy when he looked at the words written by the Golden Core..