Sengoku.
Sengoku was shrouded in Immortal Qi. After what happened four months ago, the people of Sengoku had become more reclusive and isolated from the outside world.
In terms of strength, Sengoku was above the 15 Sects and 16 Clans, but not by much. Compared to the Hachiko clan, there was still a world of difference. In the eyes of the Hachiko clan, it was as easy as lifting a finger to wipe out Sengoku.
Before the Eight Ancient Eras, Sengoku was the most powerful force in the human world. After the Eight Ancient Eras, Sengoku could only stay in a corner of the Eight Ancient Continents. Only the people of Sengoku knew the difference. However, their strength was no longer enough to compete with the Hachiko clan, so they could only accept their current fate.
The Hachiko clan had not eliminated the people of Sengoku because of a promise made before the Eight Ancient Eras. This promise was the last straw to protect Sengoku. Without this promise, Sengoku would really disappear from the world.
However, in the promise, Sengoku could not interfere with the affairs of the outside world. However, this promise was broken. Although Sengoku was in charge of the affairs of his beloved, he was still involved in the affairs of the outside world. Sengoku, which had always been afraid of the Hachiko clan, could only keep a low profile.
In the residence of the Immortal Master, Yuan was reading a book in the study. However, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was very depressed. Finally, he threw the book on the table, took a deep breath, and shook his head.
This scene was seen by Jun, who walked in with tea. Looking at her husband, she placed the tea on the table and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Looking at his wife, Yuan pinched his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "I don't know what's wrong, but I've been a little upset recently."
"Why?" Jun asked softly. "Is it … about what happened before?"
"Yes." Yuan took a deep breath and nodded. "I think Sengoku has been trapped here for a long time."
Jun was shocked and asked, "What do you mean?"
"We Sengoku people have been trapped in this small place for tens of thousands of years." Yuan looked at Jun and said in a deep voice, "Ever since I was sensible, I've been thinking, why are we here? We've done so much for the continent. How many evil sects have we eliminated? How many evil people have we killed? Why are we still living here? "
"On the other hand, what have the fifteen sects, sixteen families, and the Hachiko clan done for the Eight Ancient Continents?" Yuan frowned and said, "No matter how big the war is, they won't care. Even if billions of people die or the entire continent is in chaos, they won't care. They don't even care if there are heretics. Instead, they stand above the entire continent and make the people of the entire continent pay tribute to them and submit to them. "
Speaking of this, Yuan's frown deepened as he said in a deep voice, "Are they worthy?"
"Yuan!" Hearing her husband's words, Jun jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "You can't say such things carelessly. If the people of the Eight Ancient Clans hear this, I'm afraid our Immortal Realm will be in danger!"
"Indeed," Yuan sneered and said, "It's been more than ten thousand years, and we still have to look at other people's faces."
"Yuan!" Jun said worriedly, "Since we can't change this fact, we can only accept it. We can only wait. Wait for Sengoku to have a genius that only appears once every ten thousand years to lead us to break the blockade of the Hachiko clan. Before that happens, we can't bring about our own destruction! "
Hearing Jun's words, Yuan rubbed his forehead in pain. How could he not understand this? For so many years, he had been in charge of Sengoku and tried his best to avoid conflicts with the Hachiko clan. Wasn't it to protect the last few people?
However, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the Hachiko clan was going to attack them.
This wasn't an imaginary worry, but something that he really felt. He felt that the fifteen sects, sixteen families, and the Hachiko clan were going to do something. Although he didn't know what it was, he felt that Sengoku would be the first to suffer.
This feeling had been in his head since more than four months ago, and it was getting stronger and stronger. He always felt that some changes had to be made. Otherwise, Sengoku would be at the mercy of others.
"That's right." Jun suddenly thought of something and said, "I came to tell you that Qing's mental state hasn't been good recently. No matter what, staying in the Land of Heavenly Ghosts for three months is too serious. I'm afraid that he won't be able to recover. Do you have any ideas?"
Hearing his wife's words, Yuan frowned even more. Indeed, sending Qing to the Land of Heavenly Ghosts for three months was a very serious punishment. He also felt pained, but in order to protect Sengoku, he had to do it.
He looked at Jun and said, "Your healing skills are the strongest in Sengoku. Even I can't compare to you. If even you can't do anything, then I really can't do anything."
Hearing Yuan's words, Jun's face became even more gloomy. Qing was her biological son. How could she bear to see him like this?
Jun took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "I have an idea."
Yuan was stunned and quickly asked, "What's the idea? Tell me!"
Jun looked hesitant, and finally said, "The heart must be cured by the heart medicine. If Qing leaves Sengoku and finds that beauty Yang, maybe …"
Yuan was shocked when he heard this and looked at his wife in shock.
However, if it was four months ago, he would have stopped this immediately. There would be no room for negotiation. But now that things had come to this, Qing was lying in bed in a daze. If he didn't receive effective treatment, he was worried that it would never be able to be reversed.
Moreover, he was now very prejudiced against the Hachiko clan. Why should he interfere with his son's happiness for the sake of the Hachiko clan?
Yuan took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Tell him that I agree to let him leave Sengoku."
Jun was stunned when she heard this, and then asked in surprise, "You agree?!"
"Yes." Yuan nodded and waved his hand. "Let him go. He can do whatever he wants."
Jun laughed when she heard Yuan's words. She got up and said, "I'll tell him now. If he knows that you agree, he will be overjoyed!"
With that, Jun left the study and went straight to Qing 'er's room. When he saw his mother coming, Qing wanted to get up from the bed, but the pain in his head and the nightmare made his vision blur. He was in great pain and lost all his strength.
Jun felt sorry for him and asked Qing 'er to lie down and not move. When Jun told him what Yuan said, Qing's painful eyes lit up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Dad … doesn't care about me anymore?"
"Yes, he doesn't care about you anymore." Jun said dotingly, "Go. Go wherever you want to go. Do whatever you want to do. Don't let yourself be addicted."
Qing Xin's eyes turned red. He forced himself to get up from the bed. Although he could feel the countless Nightmares in the Realm of Heavenly Ghosts grabbing and pulling at him the moment he moved, and his eyes were filled with pain, he struggled to get up and get off the bed.
"I want to see her now!" Qing said painfully but firmly. "I want to see her now!"
Jun wanted to stop her son from being tortured, but in the end, she didn't reach out her hand. She knew that the best thing for her son was to let him leave quickly to see his sweetheart.
Qing gritted his teeth and stood on the ground with trembling legs. He said to Jun, "Mom, I'm leaving. I will come back to see you."
With that, Qing staggered out of the room. No matter how he stumbled, he couldn't stop himself from leaving.
Jun's eyes turned red when she saw her son's appearance.
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Purple Town Sect.
After the Purple Town Sect reappeared, it caused quite a stir among the fifteen sects and sixteen clans. Because of the Fu Clan's warning to the other sects, the Purple Town Sect's prestige was very high. The news of Yang Meiren becoming the Sect Leader of the Purple Town Sect had long been known.
Because of the reappearance of the sect and the need to restore the sect's power and connections, Yang Meiren had been very busy as the Sect Leader. She had a lot of things to do and a lot of decisions to make personally.
Although Yang Zhentian could help his daughter, he truly saw her as the current Sect Leader. He didn't do anything to replace her. However, when Yang Meiren was dealing with the affairs, a maid suddenly walked in from outside. She bowed to Yang Meiren and said respectfully, "Reporting to Sect Leader, there's news from Purple Lake City."
Yang Meiren didn't raise her head. She only said, "Speak."
"Young Master said that a man named Qing came to Purple Lake City and requested to see Sect Leader." The maid said.
Before the maid finished speaking, Yang Meiren's hand stopped writing. She took a light breath and finally put down the brush.
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