The person who came was a middle-aged monk wearing a black robe, with thick eyebrows and a square face, but his eyes were bright and sharp.
He exudes an air of majesty, and walks with the aura of a superior.
And he is Zhou Qian, the current patriarch of the Zhou family. With the cultivation level reaching the late stage of Condensation Vortex, he is considered a pillar of the Zhou family.
When the head of the Zhou family came to the basement, he stood on the ground below and bowed deeply to the old man on the platform.
"Father, I don't know why you asked me to come here."
The old man nodded calmly, indicating that he didn't need to be polite. "Qian'er, is there something uneasy outside? Are there any foreign cultivators invading my Zhou family?"
Zhou Qian was a little surprised to hear his father say this, but he immediately replied, "Father, the Zhou family is doing well now, and no cultivators have come to invade our Zhou family."
"But why is it that the natal tablet of a direct descendant of my Zhou family is broken?" the old man looked at the middle-aged man calmly.
Zhou Qian was stunned, then turned his head and looked at the place where the natal cards were placed. He then saw the broken token and was shocked.
He walked over, picked up the fragments and looked at them, then said in a deep voice, "Father, this is a descendant of the fourth generation who has died. This person is Zhou Heming, a descendant of the third brother. This descendant also had very good aptitude, but I didn't expect that he would die now."
The old man said "oh" and thought for a while, "Then send someone to find out how he died. We can't let the third brother's descendants not know how he died."
When Zhou Qian heard his father say this, of course he had no objection.
"Yes, father." But then he sighed, "But father, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, because Zhou Heming went out to travel a month ago, and we don't know where he went, so it's a bit difficult to investigate."
The old man frowned, and after a while he said, "If that's the case, then I can't blame you, but you have to find the people who killed my Zhou family and let others know that our Zhou family is not so easy to bully. Even the cultivators from other families have to give an explanation."
"No matter what happens, no other descendants are allowed to travel alone. After all, our Zhou family and the Ding family have irreconcilable conflicts. If another descendant dies, it will be disadvantageous to our Zhou family."
Zhou Qian bowed his head and said yes, and continued, "I will immediately gather some stewards from the Zhou family and discuss this decision with them."
The old man hummed and stopped talking.
Zhou Qian bowed, turned around and walked out of the stairs. He went up to an attic and found a secret door. He turned around and closed the door. He looked for a while.
Then he turned around and left the attic. Outside was a white jade platform, and this white jade platform was on the top of a mountain.
Zhou Qian slapped his storage bag, took out a flying sword, and flew towards the largest main peak.
He came to a hall, took out a sound transmission talisman, and began to gather all the deacons of the Zhou family who had a say, and began to arrange all matters.
Su Ziyan didn't know that this fight would bring him a lot of trouble in the future.
There were even several times when he almost died, but even if Su Ziyan knew, he wouldn't care.
Because the young man from the Zhou family was about to kill him, why didn't he resist? Just stand there and let him kill him?
So even if he knew there was trouble, he would not regret it.
Su Ziyan left the stone and walked in one direction. After seven or eight days, he walked out of the forest and saw a road that was big enough to accommodate a carriage.
This road is located in a valley, with rolling hills on both sides.
He saw signs that this road was often walked on, so he knew that he might be approaching an area where people lived.
He walked on it, looking left and right all the way, and seemed particularly excited.
At this time, a carriage came from behind and Su Ziyan stopped.
When the carriage arrived, he stopped it. The driver was a middle-aged man and asked, "Excuse me, big brother, where does this road lead to?"
The driver looked at Su Ziyan and replied, "Oh, this road. If you walk along this road, you will reach a city in half a day. It will be faster to take a carriage. The city is called Fu Yue City."
"Why, this guy is not coming here for the first time, right?"
Su Ziyan heard this and said quietly, "Yes, this is indeed my first time here, I am unfamiliar with the place, I wonder if you can take me for a ride, don't worry, I will pay for it."
When the coachman heard Su Ziyan's words, he couldn't refuse, so he let Su Ziyan get on the carriage and started driving.
After getting on the carriage, the coachman told Su Ziyan a lot about Fu Yue City, which gave Su Ziyan a general understanding of Fu Yue City.
But when he heard the coachman say that there might be another immortal master in Fuyue City.
His expression suddenly changed. He knew that the immortal master the coachman was talking about might be a cultivator like him.
He asked the driver carefully about this matter, but the driver only had a vague understanding, and he had never seen the immortal master, so he was not very clear either.
He also heard these things from hearsay and didn't know whether they were true or not.
But Su Ziyan himself is a cultivator, so he was not that surprised. Besides, there might be many cultivators in Fuyue City.
He thought about it and didn't ask any further, because the driver was just a mortal and definitely didn't know anything about the world of immortal cultivation.
When the coachman saw that Su Ziyan did not reply, he did not continue talking. They sat in the carriage quietly all the way.
Half a day later, they finally saw a city wall built of stones that stretched into the distance. The city was huge, and there was a city gate in front of it. People came in and out from time to time.
Su Ziyan got off the carriage, paid the silver, and stood outside the city gate looking at the city wall. On the city gate were written three big words: Fu Yue City.
After a while, Su Ziyan withdrew his gaze and slowly walked in.
After entering, he found that it was extremely lively and crowded, and the streets here were much larger than those in the original Baishi Town.
He walked and stopped curiously along the way, looked here and there, and released his spiritual sense to keep an eye out for the presence of any monks.
When he was holding a small tiger-shaped pendant at a stall and looking at it from left to right, his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and looked at the store on the side of the street, and saw a young man in his early twenties sitting on a stool, wearing a yellow brocade robe and with his hair tied up in a crown.
The young man looked at him and smiled gently. When the young man saw Su Ziyan looking at him, he nodded to Su Ziyan kindly.
Su Ziyan looked at it warily and left the stall.
Because he found that the young man's cultivation level was already the fifth level of Qi training. If he was also greedy for his storage bag, it would be a big trouble, so he planned to leave first.
He was walking quickly on the street, but his spiritual sense discovered that the young man had followed him and was walking towards him.
He walked to a small alley and stopped, looking at the young man coldly, "Daoyou, why are you following me? It makes me very uncomfortable if you follow me like this. Do you have any advice for me?"
The young man laughed and said, "Don't misunderstand me, I have no ill intentions. I just saw that you are very curious about this place. I think this is your first time in this city, so I can introduce this place to you and make friends with you."
Su Ziyan did not reply immediately, but looked at the young man in front of him warily.
The young man was a little surprised to see Su Ziyan like this. The man in front of him didn't look very old, and he had behaved very innocently on the street before, and didn't seem to be on guard against others.
But now he is like a hedgehog, no one is allowed to approach him, and no one knows what he has been through.
But in the end, he didn't think much about it, and then he said, "Of course, it is inevitable that you are a little wary of me. It is me who is rude. My name is Pan Ruihua, I don't know your name."
Su Ziyan looked at Pan Ruihua and found that he had no ill intentions, so he said calmly, "My last name is Su."
Pan Ruihua didn't care and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Su. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Su would like me to introduce this place to you."
When Su Ziyan heard what Pan Ruihua said, he thought for a moment, then nodded lightly, and Pan Ruihua began to explain to Su Ziyan.
He said that in this city, ordinary people and cultivators are divided into two places. In a city like this one, only ordinary people live here, and generally few cultivators come here, but occasionally there will still be cultivators who appear here for a walk.
Su Ziyan nodded with some understanding.
At this time, Pan Ruihua took him to a corner of Fuyue City, where there was only a small courtyard.
Pan Ruihua turned to Su Ziyan and said, "From here you can reach a market town. This place is usually guarded by monks to prevent mortals from entering, so ordinary mortals cannot come here at all."
After they walked into the small courtyard, Su Ziyan found an old man in white clothes in a corner. His hair was gray, but his face was as white as a baby's skin.
There was a table in front of him. Su Ziyan scanned the table with his spiritual sense, but was unable to detect the old man's cultivation level. This shocked Su Ziyan.
This meant that the old man's cultivation might be much higher than his own. Su Ziyan instantly became alert again.
Pan Ruihua seemed to be very familiar with the old man. He walked over and said, "Mr. Dong, please be so kind as to let us in." He then handed over four spirit stones to the old man.
The old man put away the spirit stone, looked at them, then stood up and took them to a rockery in the garden and into a small cave.
The small hole was not very big. The old man slapped his storage bag and suddenly a black token appeared in his hand.
Su Ziyan used his spiritual sense to scan it and found a forbidden word on it. The rest were some runes or something like that. He didn't understand them and he didn't care about the token.
The old man looked back at Su Ziyan, then cast a spell on the token in his hand as if nothing had happened.
The token suddenly turned into a beam of fire and shot into the stone wall in front of him. The stone wall immediately rippled like a stone dropped into the water.
After a while the ripples stopped, and the surface was as calm as a mirror except there was a one-inch thick wall of water.