Chapter 597: Chapter 216: “Will win.” _4

He didn’t mind that there were only their group of people in Xuantian State.

He also didn’t mind living on top of ruins.

After all, someone always has to die.

Then why did it have to be him?

…

Xuantian Continent.

After Chen Qiu was taken away by the Heavenly Ladder formed by arcs of lightning,

the Xuantian Continent welcomed a long-lost peace.

No more Imperial Decrees of the Heavenly Dao sounded, no more clans were annihilated, and no more widespread Thunder Punishments rained down; the whole world seemed to suddenly harmonize, and when occasionally two cultivators fought over a Spiritual Treasure, leading to one cultivator dying on the spot,

people would just remark, “Ah, someone died,” noting how the world had become more harmonious and their lust for killing had lightened.

Fighting over a Spiritual Treasure and only one person dying? These two really were of great benevolence.

And when occasionally encountering a sect tragedy, remarks would follow, “At least it wasn’t a clan annihilation.”

Raising the moral standards of all the cultivators on a continent is an extremely difficult task, but if one insists on doing it, it’s not impossible.

There are two methods.

The first method requires a Holy Daughter, spending thousands of years to influence the cultivators of the continent to stop fighting and killing.

The second method requires a Devil Child, taking a few years to lower the bar of everyone’s moral standards.

Clearly,

the second method is more efficient.

And in this thriving Quzhou, within the back mountain of the “Qian Nu Sect,” a sect composed of female cultivators, a woman wearing thin gauze lay beside a mountain stream in a daze, caressing the scar on her abdomen.

This scar was left by Chen Qiu.

It was the wound from when he crudely removed her Golden Core for inspection before leaving her; her name was Mei Ya.

After Chen Qiu’s departure, she suddenly felt the entire Xuantian Continent, despite still being bustling, became instantly silent. Often, she felt she should also have an Imperial Decree of the Heavenly Dao.

After all, wasn’t she on the Xuantian Continent, the only woman Chen Qiu had been rough with? With this honor, didn’t she deserve an Imperial Decree of the Heavenly Dao?

Which other woman could claim this honor?

At that moment–

A mature woman emerged from the jungle beside the stream, sighing lightly as she looked at Mei Ya lying in a daze on the grass, then sat next to her and said, “Don’t think about Chen Qiu anymore, being able to get your life back from his hands is already your great fortune.”

“Such a figure is not within your reach.”

“One must accept their fate.”

“…”

Mei Ya, lying on the ground, was silent for a long while before she murmured softly, “Master, I have never indulged in such hopes, but I just feel that, in the future, it might be very difficult for me to find another suitable match.”

“That is true,”

the attractive woman nodded and said, “Having experienced such a Heavenly Pride, it’s indeed difficult to accept an ordinary person afterward.”

“So I’ve made up my mind.”

“Decided on what?”

“I want to diligently cultivate and strive to one day appear before Chen Qiu again.”

“Heh heh…” The attractive woman chuckled dryly, said awkwardly, “Or how about you fantasize that one day Chen Qiu suddenly remembers you and comes back to the Xuantian Continent to take you away?”

“I feel that might be more achievable, compared to your previous thought.”

…

Likewise, in Xuantian Continent, Quzhou.

At the foot of the Boundless Snow Mountain, outside a little-known small town called “Desperate Town.”

The Seventh Prince, gravely injured, groggily woke up from his bed and surveyed his surroundings, not knowing when he was in a stone house with a warm blanket over him.

At that moment–

The stone door was pushed open, and a man dressed in animal skins with a full beard strode in. Upon seeing the Seventh Prince sitting up on the bed, he set aside the water skin he was carrying and cracked a smile.

“Hey, you’re really lucky, kid, being a commoner and surviving a snow avalanche for who knows how long.”

“When I found you, you were completely buried under deep snow, not even appearing to breathe heavily; I almost had no hope.”

“Never thought you’d actually pull through.”

“Big fate you’ve got there, you’re bound to have great fortune. I’ve heated some water for you to warm up; my wife’s gone to stew some chicken soup for you. Warm yourself with some chicken soup later on, you’ll feel a lot more comfortable.”

“The last guy with a fate as big as yours is now flying high.”