Chapter 341 - Stop Pretending To Be Dead, Liu Wuji (1/2)

Daoya Old Man was scared witless by his last divination, and after being reassured by Zhou Xuanji, he calmed down and understood that he had been overly worried.

After reassuring him, Zhou Xuanji went to find Jiang Xue, and he told her about him meeting Qiu Baili again.

Jiang Xue marvelled, “Without even noticing it, 50 years have passed already.”

To many mortals, 50 years was an entire lifetime.

After they had escaped from Green River Village, it had been Qiu Baili who had accompanied them for many years.

Qiu Baili could be counted as the first teacher in their lives.

He had taught Jiang Xue magical techniques and had taught Zhou Xuanji about many of the ways of the Northern Wilderness.

Without Qiu Baili, perhaps the two of them would have had a different fate.

“In actuality, we can take in the Hidden Sword Sect as a subsidiary faction and have them become the bridge between us and Great Zhou,” Jiang Xue suggested. Hearing that Qiu Baili was telling children about Zhou Xuanji’s legend, she felt quite moved.

There was an indescribable sense of warmth in her heart.

Back then, whenever Zhou Xuanji boasted in front of Qiu Baili that he would have his name resound across the world, Qiu Baili would always laugh as he said that Zhou Xuanji would definitely be able to do it.

Now, Zhou Xuanji had accomplished this, and he was helping spread Zhou Xuanji’s fame.

It kind of felt like a legacy.

“Looks like we’re a good match, I was thinking the same thing,” Zhou Xuanji said as he tapped her nose and laughed.

Jiang Xue hugged his arm and giggled as she said, “Say, should we start having a child earlier? That way, he will be able to ascend with us. If we wait too long, wouldn’t he be lonely staying in the mortal realm by himself?”

Since the two of them had long since been engaged, she would naturally think about the future.

Zhou Xuanji chuckled as he said, “It’s not ‘him’, it’s ‘them.'”

Jiang Xue rolled her eyes at him, and they walked to the cliff and started to flirt with each other.

Two hours later, Jiang Xue walked a short distance away to sit down and cultivate, while Zhou Xuanji stayed where he was and thought to himself.’

He felt quite curious about Fu Hao and the Ancient Diablo’s deaths.

In his heart, they were all high-level villains, so how could they just die like that?

This was especially so for the Ancient Diablo, who had contended with a Great Emperor 10,000 years ago, and he had not revived for very long.

Before the world knew that he had revived, he had died again?

How depressing would that be?

However, this told him that reality was crueler than what he had imagined.

Even the incredibly powerful people could die in pitiful ways without anyone knowing.

Zhou Xuanji suddenly thought of a person and immediately turned and left.

At the base of Skyfall, the Haotian Sect’s Thunder Demon Sovereign Zhang Kuanglan was currently chopping firewood.

He had been enslaved by Zhou Xuanji for decades, and because his cultivation had been sealed, he was like a mortal. However, he was greatly liked by the third generation disciples as he could tell them many legends that they had never heard of.

Zhang Kuanglan was dressed like a farmer, and as he cut firewood, he thought to himself.

“Why have I become used to this kind of lifestyle…

“I’m the Thunder Demon Sovereign, I need to revive the Haotian Sect…”

His fighting spirit burned within his heart, but thinking of the bitterness and torment he had experienced over the past 10,000 years, he felt living like this was not bad.

What Zhou Xuanji told him was true—what would be, would be. Even if he forced things, he would not be able to change much. Just him alone would not be able to revive the Haotian Sect.

The Haoqi Alliance and Xinhao Sect had already separated, and although they respected him, neither actually wanted to revive the Haotian Sect.

As such, rather than forcing things, it was better to enjoy his current lifestyle.

It was actually quite interesting to boast to the third generation disciples every day.

Of course, that was all he could do; he could not escape out of Zhou Xuanji’s demonic clutches.

“I have something to ask you.” Zhou Xuanji’s voice suddenly sounded out. Zhang Kuanglan turned and looked over, and saw him sitting on a wooden chair not too far away.