diskusbooks Chapter 1642 As expected, they are soldiers from Mingchuan.
Chapter 1642 As expected, they are soldiers from Mingchuan.
After escorting Ye Yan back to his residence, Mingchuan walked alone on the quiet path late at night.
The evening breeze was cool, dispelling some of the effects of the alcohol and gradually calming his mind.
He didn't return to the villa immediately, but instead wandered aimlessly through the familiar city like a ghost.
He walked through every place he had expanded, and countless familiar memories came flooding back.
Tianhai City was where he rose to prominence, and also the anchor point of his emotions.
Now, as he prepares to lead all his loved ones away to a new world full of unknowns and challenges, even with his resolute will, he cannot help but feel a touch of melancholy and reluctance, like someone returning home with trepidation.
And now his personality seems to have undergone some dramatic changes compared to when he first started.
Gone is the playful nature of the past; now, I'm mostly composed and steady.
To be honest, even he himself isn't used to this version of himself.
But what can we do?
"call……"
Mingchuan exhaled a long breath, as if he wanted to expel the sorrow of parting along with it.
He knew this was a necessary choice.
For a wider sky, and to protect those we want to protect, we must move forward.
Finally, he stopped outside the villa, looking at the warm light shining from inside, and a gentle smile returned to his lips.
All hesitation and reluctance seem insignificant in the face of the call of "home".
He gently pushed the door open and entered; only a dim yellow light remained in the living room.
Going upstairs, the door to the master bedroom was ajar.
He quietly went inside and, by the moonlight, could see three slender figures nestled together on the large bed, fast asleep.
Mingchuan felt a sense of peace and contentment. He carefully lay down on the bed and gently pulled the three of them into his arms.
Feeling the familiar scent and warmth, they unconsciously moved closer to him in their sleep, searching for the most comfortable position.
Holding the most precious treasure of his life, Mingchuan's last trace of melancholy vanished.
He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, preparing to welcome his final and also brand new beginning in the human world.
……
Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm, a small town on the edge of the northern ice plains.
The wind was biting cold, and snowflakes were falling.
At this moment, flames soared into the sky outside the town, and screams and roars of beasts mingled together.
Dozens of large, high-ranking snow wolves with bloodshot eyes were frantically attacking the town's rudimentary defenses. Their thick fur, sharp claws that gleamed coldly, and icy breaths from their mouths made them difficult for ordinary cultivators to withstand.
The townspeople hid in the back, their faces filled with despair.
"You evil beast! Stop being so arrogant!"
A clear shout rang out like a thunderclap!
A figure in cyan robes swept through the air like a gust of wind; it was Jizhou!
His face was stern, and he swiftly waved his hands!
"Wind Blade, Slash!"
With his shout, countless crescent-shaped cyan wind blades appeared out of thin air, emitting sharp whistling sounds, like scythes of death, shooting towards the wolf pack with unparalleled precision!
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
The sound of wind blades cutting into flesh was incessant!
Those snow wolves, with their thick hides and flesh strong enough to withstand ordinary swords, were like paper in front of Jizhou's incredibly refined wind blades, instantly cut to pieces!
Blood stained the pristine snow, halting the wolf pack's advance!
Ji Zhou moved swiftly, weaving through the wolf pack like a ghost, leaving trails of wind and sprays of blood wherever he went.
His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation!
Perhaps due to his past experiences, he now only knows how to act quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately!
Ye Chuhan stood on a rooftop a short distance away, not making a move, but simply watching the battle with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile on his lips.
This kid is getting more and more skilled at dealing with these things.
In just a short while, all of the dozens of ferocious snow wolves lay dead in pools of blood, lifeless!
The snow and wind continued, but the crisis in front of the town had been resolved.
The surviving townspeople were stunned for a moment, then burst into cheers of relief!
They rushed out of their shelters and knelt down before Jizhou, who stood proudly amidst the wolf carcasses, kowtowing repeatedly, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces.
"Thank you so much, Immortal Master, for saving my life!"
"We will never forget the great kindness of the Immortal Master!"
"The Immortal Master is mighty!"
Ji Zhou looked at the townspeople kneeling before him and calmly waved his hand: "Get up, everyone. Clean up and strengthen security."
Everyone nodded repeatedly, tears and snot streaming down their faces.
At this moment, Ye Chuhan flew down from a high place to Jizhou's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Wow, you've become so amazing!"
"We've only been out for a short time, and you've already completed three missions in a row. If you continue like this, I'm afraid people from other sects will be so afraid of you that they'll avoid you at all costs."
Ji Zhou remained calm, casually wiping the blood from his hands: "The more afraid they are, the better. Let's go, don't delay any longer, it's time for the next mission."
Ye Chuhan looked at Ji Zhou's calm yet sharp demeanor and couldn't help but marvel.
"You're getting more and more arrogant these days! Fine, I'll listen to you. The next mission isn't far. It's to investigate the disappearance of cultivators in Ghost Valley. I've heard that place is really eerie. It'll be a good opportunity to stretch my muscles."
Without further delay, amidst the townspeople's grateful gazes, the two transformed into two streaks of blue light, cutting through the wind and snow, and sped off towards the direction of Ghost Valley.
During the flight, Ye Chuhan looked at Jizhou beside her, who was silent and reserved, but whose eyes were sharp as a hawk's as he scanned the vast land below, and couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, Jizhou, have you been too stressed lately? I know you want to help Mingchuan build its reputation as soon as possible, but do you have to work this hard?"
Three top-tier missions back-to-back—even an iron body can't take that!
Jizhou's gaze remained fixed ahead, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable firmness.
"Time waits for no one. While Ming is making preparations down here, we up here can't afford to slack off. Reputation, prestige, and connections are the foundation for the sect's future. The more sweat we shed now, the less blood we'll have to shed later."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuhan's eyes flashed with surprise, then he laughed and said, "As expected of Mingchuan's soldiers, they are all loyal and righteous. Alright, then I'll go crazy with you this time! But let's make it clear, when we get to Youhun Ravine, be careful. It's said that even cultivators in the late Golden Core stage have stumbled there."
"Understood." Jizhou replied briefly, increasing his speed again.
Several hours later, a treacherous mountain ravine shrouded in a thick gray-white fog, with strange and twisted patterns covering the cliffs on both sides, appeared before the two.
Even before getting close, a cold, decaying aura wafted over them.
Faintly, one could hear unsettling sobs coming from the bottom of the ravine, as if countless wronged souls were weeping.
"This is it, Ghost Valley."
Ye Chuhan's joking expression vanished, replaced by a serious one. "This awful place is unsettling just to look at."