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But there was nothing to regret, he planned to increase his Cultivation to the Golden Core Peak's Great Perfection within the year and then leave this place, as he couldn't wait for the Evil Wood to regrow next year.

The batch that grew this year, together with the accumulation from previous years, was already enough for his needs.

"Understood."

Liu Zide nodded solemnly with great emphasis.

Afterward, Chen Qiu looked at the two of them, smiled lightly, and nodded. He said nothing more and, along with the scholar and the others, turned into streaks of light shooting towards Fei City.

These two were also quite interesting.

The Wang family patriarch wasn't talkative, and Liu Zide had always been the one communicating with him, but the patriarch didn't seem to have any thoughts of being deposed. Usually, people in power disliked this kind of situation, but the Wang family patriarch clearly didn't act like one in power.

Some people establish clans to use the clan's power to propel themselves higher.

Some establish clans to pass on their glory, making each generation stronger than the last.

Others create clans simply for the joy of a united family, preferring to stay with their kin, feeling happier and more at home in their company.

They don't even aspire to immortality.

Similar Cultivation, similar power, similar wealth; they just live their lives in relative contentment.

There's no saying which is better.

He could understand all of it.

But he had his own path to walk, a path to feel secure enough to sleep without worry of being suddenly killed, to become the strongest.

If he could attain immortality and long life, all the better.

If not, then at least those he disdained should fail to attain it before him.

A simple wish.

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When Chen Qiu returned to Fei City, it was already nearing dusk.

Hardly pausing, after rushing back to the inn, he collapsed onto the bed to sleep, not even bothering with the thirty Golden Core Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills he had accumulated over the past few days—he just wanted to sleep.

No Golden Core Cultivator could go through three days and nights of non-stop battle like he did, fighting with all their might each time.

He could take it.

His veins could not.

But to say how physically tired he was—a bit, perhaps, but mainly it was mental exhaustion. Doing one thing for three days and nights would wear anyone out, let alone battle; even cursing for that long would feel surreal.

Sleep first.

Let the world fall apart, he'd deal with it after waking up tomorrow.

This time, even if the sky fell, he wouldn't wake.
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Let it fall if it must; it's not only he who would die.

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"This Chao Tian Sect is becoming less and less like a place where orthodox Cultivators should stay," lamented Fat Long while sitting on the grassy slopes of the Chao Tian Sect's back mountain, with a blade of dog's tail grass in his mouth, leaning back with his hands propping him up, watching the deathly aura of the Eight-petal Demon Lotus and the resentful energy of the Eight-petal Resentment Lotus in midair.

"Not only is the temperature getting lower, but it's also becoming more and more eerie. When that Eight-petal Fire Lotus was around, although the Chao Tian Sect was a bit hot, at least there was plenty of light. Very bright, you know."

"Look at it now."

"It doesn't have a single feature of an orthodox sect—it looks more like a holy site for Evil Cultivation or Demon Cultivation."

"I understand that Brother Qiu is really tired after battling for three days and nights, that when he returned to the inn, he didn't want to think about anything but sleep. Really, I completely understand."

"But—"

Fat Long continued with a somewhat plaintive tone, "At the very least, you should let us out first before doing that, staying here for the night. I feel like I'm turning evil."

"Brother Qiu was saying he'd find someone to repair the sect, right? With the current atmosphere at the Chao Tian Sect, those who come to repair it will probably be scared, thinking the day of the sect's completion will be the day of their burial."

"It's not that bad."

The scholar, lying on the grass with his hands as a pillow, laughed, "I actually think it's okay. Being a Sword Cultivator, staying in this environment for an extended period can also strengthen oneself."

"Then you train to your heart's content," said Fat Long, rolling his eyes at the scholar. Then, he suddenly remembered something, winking and grinning, "Speaking of which, since we're idle anyway, want to join me for some fun?"

"Get lost."

Seeing Fat Long's expression, the scholar immediately knew what Fat Long meant and said with some speechlessness, "I'm a Sword Cultivator, it's no use to me."

"That's your excuse? Going to a brothel doesn't enhance your Cultivation either, but you're quite happy there, right?"

"That's different."

The scholar hesitated for a while before carefully choosing his words, "I'm not comfortable with... sharing with others..."

"Tch."

Dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand, Fat Long got up, dusted off his pants, and walked away without looking back towards the interior of the Chao Tian Sect, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm off to practice. But I suggest you try to avoid brotℎels in the future."

"Why?"

Turning around, Fat Long looked at the puzzled scholar, his mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but after hesitating for a moment, he closed it again and continued walking towards the Chao Tian Sect, "Never mind."

He actually wanted to say, be careful you don't end up sleeping with a relative.

After all, everyone in Da Xia shares the same ancestors, and who knows how that handful of people reproduced in the beginning. But upon further thought, so many generations had passed that it probably didn't count as being relatives anymore.

If one really delved into it, then considering the common ancestry on Blue Star, that would make everyone relatives too.

It's better to be a demon.

The bloodlines are absolutely pure, with no chance of being relatives.

"..."

Then, Fat Long's mouth twitched as he was suddenly struck by an extremely perverse possibility. But after thinking it over, he believed that the ancestors should be... at least... not that perverse.

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