Published: December 25, 2024
The group of disciples from Xuan Yin Valley surrounding the girl was none other than Zhou Zhiwei, who had crossed paths with them in the Black Death Marsh.
Now, Zhou Zhiwei was no longer at the peak of the late stage of Human Level Five, but had entered the Martial Venerable realm, even reaching the early peak of Martial Venerable Six, and was being surrounded by the crowd.
"It seems that the last piece of Transformation Herb really allowed Zhou Zhiwei to step into the Martial Venerable realm and even reach the early peak of Martial Venerable Six. Xuan Yin Valley truly deserves its reputation as one of the top forces in the Hundred Dynasties."
Refining the Transformation Herb into Transformation Pill was already quite difficult, and making Zhou Zhiwei reach the early peak of Martial Venerable Six in such a short time was not something an ordinary force could achieve.
"Chen Shao, what kind of force is that? It's all women, but I wonder if they accept male disciples?"
Zhang Ying walked over, his eyes shining brightly, as if he were a wolf seeing meat.
If he could join such a force, wouldn't that be exhilarating?
"These are the people from Xuan Yin Valley, keep your voice down."
The Fifth Prince Liu Yuanqin's expression changed, and he hurriedly said.
Xuan Yin Valley is a top force among the Hundred Dynasties, much stronger than an average middle-level dynasty, comparable to upper-level dynasties. With the national power of the Dawei Dynasty, they simply couldn't afford to offend them.
"Fifth brother, why be so nervous? They're just disciples from Xuan Yin Valley. In terms of talent, I doubt my Ninth Sister is any worse than they are."
Seeing the Xuan Yin Valley disciples walk through the streets like celestial beings, Liu Lingyun said indignantly.
At the same time, as Qin Chen noticed Zhou Zhiwei, it seemed that Zhou Zhiwei was also thinking of him and stared back.
"Hmm, is it this guy?"
Zhou Zhiwei's expression instantly turned cold.
She clearly remembered that back in the Black Death Marsh, Qin Chen had withheld a considerable amount of Transformation Herb from her and nearly caused her to lose her qualification to step into the Martial Venerable realm. Now, seeing Qin Chen, she naturally felt displeased.
That group of people should be from the Dawei Dynasty, right?
"Senior Sister Zhou, what's wrong?"
Seeing Zhou Zhiwei stop, the group from Xuan Yin Valley asked.
"Nothing?" Zhou Zhiwei shook her head, deeply glancing at Qin Chen. Although she had been tricked by him back then, so much time had passed that she couldn’t be bothered to investigate further. Moreover, now was a crucial moment for the opening of the Demon Secret Realm; there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.
Her master said that with her current cultivation level, even if she joined the northern domain's Piao Miao Palace branch, she could only be an outer disciple.
With the Demon Secret Realm about to open, if she could obtain opportunities within it and break through to a higher realm, she could become an inner or core disciple of the Piao Miao Palace branch in the future, truly leaping into the dragon gate and stepping onto the continental stage.
By then, the so-called grievances in the Hundred Dynasties would hardly matter.
"Let's go. The Valley Master said that an important figure from Piao Miao Palace branch has arrived. We should hurry to welcome them so as not to neglect our esteemed guests."
Saying this lightly, Zhou Zhiwei ignored Qin Chen and led the group of disciples from Xuan Yin Valley away.
Although Qin Chen had offended her in the Black Death Marsh, after breaking through to Martial Venerable Six, Zhou Zhiwei had already viewed herself as one of the Piao Miao Palace people. In her eyes, even if Qin Chen had some skills back then, he was merely a martial artist from the Hundred Dynasties, and the identity gap between them was too vast.
Holding onto it would only lower her own status.
"Chen Shao, does that woman know you?"
Zhang Ying was taken aback, looking suspiciously at both Qin Chen and Zhou Zhiwei. Although there was no exchange between them, the glances shared still made Zhang Ying sense something.