Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"It feels like just a moment ago, the weather suddenly became exceptionally pleasant. What happened? Did the elders at Tianya Tower come up with something new that brightened up the sky a bit?"

Ordinary people may not have the talent to cultivate spiritual energy, but when they are in the world, they will still have some sense of their environment.

They cannot absorb spiritual energy, but when immersed in that faint, extremely yin aura, their innate instincts will occasionally give them a slightly uncomfortable feeling.

At first, this feeling was worrying, but as time went on, I realized that nothing had happened, so I just let it go.

As those literary experts have said, ordinary people are hardworking and resilient.

Although ordinary people don't actually want to suffer, sometimes they do, but life still has to go on, so what can they do?

In Tianya Tower, apart from the original elders, cultivators from Wenqing Pavilion and Xiaoxiang Qin Academy have gathered here to discuss matters.

We're already like family, there's no point in dividing things into so many separate areas for everyone to do their own thing.

"Ladies, I've been neglecting my cultivation for months. Just now, I suddenly sensed the spiritual energy of this Xiling world, and suddenly felt a kind of..."

Elder Ding didn't know how to describe his feelings. He was holding a small, pink, and lively baby in his arms, which was probably the reason why Elder Ding had been lazy for several months.

Someone nearby chimed in, speaking on his behalf:

"As the pressure eased, the spiritual energy suddenly thinned out a bit, but it quickly returned, becoming even richer and cleaner. It seemed that the faint, extremely yin aura had disappeared!"

An elder from the Xiaoxiang Qin Academy explained it in more detail:

"Indeed, I possess the power of extreme Yang, and I can clearly sense the aura of Xiling. Just now, a strong change occurred. Several disciples tried to investigate the source, but they were blocked by a certain force."

"This is... the purification of extreme Yin power? Only His Highness could do something like this. Could it be that His Highness has returned?!"

Elder Ding, holding the baby, quickly walked to the window and looked out, but unfortunately found nothing, which made him sigh with regret.

......

Chu Mingkong and the others were above Tianya Tower.

"Why don't we go down and take a look, and have a chat?" Zuo Qiuchi said to his traitorous disciple.

"Let's forget it. There's not much to say if we meet. If they find out how exaggerated my cultivation level is, it'll be bad if they feel a distance between us."

Either way, he'd leave an impression on them. Chu Mingkong couldn't stay in Xiling any longer, so rather than letting Elder Ding feel awe and distance from his cultivation level, he'd rather leave his memories at the time when they could still chat and laugh.

Otherwise, Chu Mingkong would have to experience what Lu Shuren felt when he reunited with Runtu after many years.

He then muttered to himself:

"We still need to give the people of Xiling some compensation. Giving them money directly will easily cause chaos. Let Qingse open her purse again and find some excuse to give the people of Xiling two years' worth of grain, rice, oil, salt, and meat."

Qingse has a senior partner in the New Moon Kingdom, so let her partner handle this matter on her behalf.

"Wow, you're really taking this seriously! That's quite rare!" A look of surprise appeared on Feng Ying's stunningly beautiful face.

Chu Mingkong grinned and admitted it as well:

"I was surprised myself, because this is the first time I've felt like I've done something for an 'outsider,' and it feels really good~"

It's said that scholars are poor and martial artists are rich. Although I didn't rise to prominence by eating the food of the common people, my food, drink, and lodging were provided by their taxes. In a sense, the people of Xiling allowed me to pursue martial arts cultivation in a wealthy and carefree manner. This can be considered as repaying a debt of gratitude by doing something for them.

He had done a lot for the people of Xiling before, but it was more like indirect help. The old King of Chu left Xiling with such a mess, and the people were indignant and their emotions were intense. This coincided with his goal of revenge, so it could not be considered a real act of helping the people.

As for the many things he did later, it was mostly because the two mothers and Rong'er were busy with those matters, so he used his advanced understanding to offer some suggestions.

If we're talking about doing things purely for the benefit of the people of Xiling, then we have to go back to that last time. Before, he only cared about the affairs of the women around him.

Thinking about this, I have to mention an oddball among the women, Yuehe, the eldest sister.

She was abandoned by her tribe when she was young, but after many twists and turns, she grew up and accomplished the great task of unifying the land of the moon, bestowing blessings upon those who had hurt her.

This was quite unbelievable for Chu Mingkong, who was known for holding grudges.

He would never do something so generous.

Simply letting those former tribesmen continue to rot without taking revenge is considered his mercy.

"Now I can understand Yuehe's thoughts and feelings a little bit, but if it were me, I would definitely still choose to only help the Snow Mountain Tribe, and ignore the fate of other places..."

After much reflection, the group stopped and headed straight for the Abyss, arriving at its deepest point.

"You haven't been away for long, Mingkong. Could you tell me what's been going on lately, and perhaps mention your future plans as well?" Fengying asked.

Chu Mingkong sighed, told Feng Ying about his master's wife's situation, and forced a helpless smile:

"That's roughly the situation. But even with all this encouragement these past few days, it seems to have had very little effect. We haven't even touched the threshold of Saint Venerable yet."

Zuo Qiuchi and the others were unable to help Shen Xuejun with her situation. Even Chu Mingkong's explanation seemed like a fantasy to them, despite their extensive knowledge.

Then there are even fewer places to offer advice and suggestions, and even talking nonsense can't find a direction to talk nonsense about.

"So what are your plans for the future?"

"As for my next steps, I'll simply focus on cultivating peacefully, and then return to the Heavenly Realm when the time is right."

This can only be a general plan; Chu Mingkong can't come up with anything more specific.

Strengthening oneself has become the sole objective at this moment.

This goal seems grand and empty, but the abyss in front of him is his treasure trove of resources. He will first absorb the energy from the depths of the abyss to his own limit.

Grandma Basheng's advice gave him a calm mindset when he was anxious—before worrying about the gap and having nowhere to go, do your best with what you can do right now.

This is like many people who haven't even reached the point where they need to rely on talent, yet they're already saying that their current efforts are useless.

Chu Mingkong didn't know about others, but at least he was clear about his own talent, which still gave him the right to continue competing with others.

No matter what, the mysterious Queen Mother of the West is still there, remaining hidden and unseen.

"However, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it alone at that time. I might need you all to work up a bit of enthusiasm with me and increase the intensity of our cultivation."

"You should say that to a certain lazybones~" Fengying teased.

"The lazybones is Qiu Chi," Zuo Donglu immediately added, as if afraid that someone present wouldn't know she was referring to Zuo Qiu Chi.

However, the only one who would pretend not to know is probably Zuo Qiuchi.

"Hey--"

Zuo Qiuchi rubbed his younger sister's cheek, his teeth itching, and said irritably:

"Does sleeping harder mean I'm not increasing the intensity of my cultivation? It's unacceptable to arbitrarily define cultivation methods!"

......

While Chu Mingkong and the others were focused on their cultivation in the Abyss,

Within the Kunlun Taoist sect, a bone-chilling cold suddenly spread.

Many peaks in the Kunlun Mountains are covered with snow all year round, and the coolness is nothing to the Daoist cultivators here. However, under this strange cold, many Daoist cultivators felt cold and shivered.

However, the aura emanating from the Heavenly Gate resonated with the terrain of the Kunlun Mountains, and the chill was quickly dispelled.

The disciples of the Kunlun Daoist sect shook off the chill that made them shiver, but the doubts in their hearts never disappeared.

What's going on here?

"Yaoji, wasn't it you who drew out the aura of the Jianmu tree from the Heavenly Gate just now? That chill came from Pavilion Master Shen's immortal peak?"

Yun Nongyu found Yao Ji and confirmed with her.

Yao Ji nodded in response: "That's right. Perhaps it's the one who has close ties with Pavilion Master Shen who is forcibly communicating with him."

Yun Nongyu had little contact with Shen Xuejun, but she could tell that Shen Xuejun was a woman with a good sense of propriety.

They would never do something like causing such an anomaly in someone else's sect.

Yun Nongyu turned around, facing the direction where Shen Xuejun was. Her beautiful eyes, which were covered, seemed to shoot out a penetrating gaze as she stared at the sky obscured by heavy clouds.

There, the clouds and mist solidified into ice, and the sky appeared to be shattered, with cracks showing through the ice.

"To communicate with Pavilion Master Shen across such a vast distance, and to be able to conjure up such a spectacle in the heavens and earth, is truly powerful..."

Yun Nongyu's lament is also Yao Ji's lament.

Even if that being had no hostility, the fact that it projected its power from the heavens to this place did not cause it to be devoured by the shackles of heaven and earth like the previous celestial demons.

After careful observation, Yao Ji guessed with some uncertainty:

"It seems that the shackles of heaven and earth have been blocked by that chilling aura... Those beings from the Heavenly Realm are indeed terrifying."

Yun Nongyu's heart skipped a beat, and she spoke a few steps faster:

“This situation seems unusual, and we shouldn’t approach Pavilion Master Shen rashly. I’d better inform Mingkong.”

"Miss Yunhan is a disciple of Pavilion Master Shen. Perhaps it would be feasible to have Miss Xiao confirm this?"

"This is not appropriate. This is a power from the Heavenly Domain communicating with Pavilion Master Shen. Pavilion Master Shen has recognized Yun Han as his disciple, but that person from the Heavenly Domain may not necessarily do so."

After the discussion, a shadow formed from the power of Slaanesh disappeared from Yun Nongyu's side.

In an instant, the shadow of Slaanesh appeared deep within the Abyss, following Chu Mingkong's shadow as he emerged and told him what had just happened within the Daoist sect.

Chapter 204 Ice Cracks in the Sky

Chu Mingkong learned about his master's wife's situation from the shadow of that wretch, and a sense of gravity rose between his brows.

Chu Mingkong had no time to marvel at Nongyu's ability, which she had acquired from the Lustful Immortal, to actually infiltrate the depths of the Abyss. His mind was preoccupied with his master's wife.

"We need to retreat and assess the situation!"

"Row."

Zuo Qiuchi and the others were also puzzled and curious about Yun Nongyu's shadow, but knowing the importance and urgency of the matter, they returned to the Kunlun Dao Sect in silence.

As soon as they entered the territory of the Daoist sect, the four of them couldn't help but focus their attention on the immortal peak where Shen Xuejun was located.

The sky above the immortal peak was like solid ice with cracks carved into it in the bitter cold. Heavenly lightning seemed about to break out from the cracks, but it was still blocked.

Chu Mingkong's arrival seemed to have unwittingly attracted the attention of that being.

A distant gaze pierced through countless obstacles and landed on him almost imperceptibly.

A short while later, the feeling disappeared.

The cracks in the ice in the sky disappeared, and the suppressed lightning surged out, with a continuous roar.