Both Liu Erlong and Tang Yuehua had complex emotions when facing their master.

Liu Erlong's childhood sweetheart died at the hands of Zhou Xingdou.

Tang Yuehua's second brother and nephew died at the hands of Zhou Xingdou, but she voluntarily joined Zhou Xingdou's ranks for the sake of the Ritian Sect.

But Zhou Xingdou's kindness to them was immense, allowing them to ascend to such a high-level world and achieve what they have today, and providing them with countless resources—something that others could not obtain even after a hundred lifetimes of hardship.

In their former world, even the strongest beings only lived to be a little over a hundred years old. Now, their lifespans are not yet exhausted, but twenty years is still a long time for them, so long that they can hardly remember the Martial Soul World anymore.

So, actually, only a little bit of those complex emotions remain; for Stephen Chow, it's mostly gratitude and respect.

Tang Yuehua also thought to herself:

"Second brother, nephew, I hope you can forgive me. My master has shown me far too much kindness..."

The commotion here also alerted the other members of the Martial Spirit Hall.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of breaking through the barrier continued to ring out.

In an instant, two more beautiful figures appeared in the training ground, one extremely charming and the other plump with a grumpy face.

The alluring figure gradually came into focus, revealing herself to be an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her long, flowing purple hair cascaded down her shoulders and was gently styled with an extremely long jade hairpin, giving her an exceptionally elegant appearance.

Her eyes were as alluring as a fox's, with slightly upturned corners, carrying a hint of mystery and seduction, as if capable of stealing one's soul. Her makeup was rather heavy, but it perfectly showcased a unique charm, making her beauty even more captivating.

She wore an exquisite, deep purple dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the breeze, giving her an ethereal appearance.

The dress was very conservatively designed, but it couldn't hide her alluring figure. Her slender waist swayed with her light steps, as if showing off her charm and making people's hearts itch.

The other woman was a beautiful woman who looked to be only in her early thirties. She was graceful, charming, and dressed exceptionally beautifully.

She has a voluptuous figure, especially her plump thighs, which are particularly eye-catching.

However, this beautiful woman possessed an unapproachable air about her, giving off a harsh impression. A faint black mole at the corner of her mouth further enhanced her intimidating aura.

These two were none other than You Ji and the grumpy-faced Aunt Li Xiuru.

You Ji and Li Xiuru initially thought someone had trespassed into the Martial Soul Hall and were about to take action when they suddenly saw Zhou Xingdou's figure. Their cold expressions instantly turned fervent.

Swish! Swish!

Two afterimages flashed by, and You Ji and Li Xiuru arrived in front of Zhou Xingdou at lightning speed, their bodies heaving with excitement, their faces flushed, and they said:

"Master, Youji/Xiuru misses you so much."

Judging from their appearance, if Princess Iron Fan hadn't been in Zhou Xingdou's arms, they would have already pounced on her.

But then a delicate shout rang out:

"Who dares to trespass into the Master's Martial Soul Hall!"

A cyan divine sword cleaved through the void, and a woman held the cyan divine sword behind her, surrounded by laws.

Li Xiuru quickly looked up and scolded:

"Yanran, you mustn't be rude! Master has returned!"

Zhou Xingdou also raised his eyebrows slightly. If Li Xiuru hadn't scolded him, he really wouldn't have recognized who this woman was.

Twenty years have passed, and Liu Yanran has shed her naivety, standing tall and graceful, exuding the air of a master swordsman. Her almond-shaped eyes, once lively, now appear distant and detached.

But the baby fat on her fair and delicate face hadn't disappeared, still making people want to pinch it.

At this moment, Liu Yanran also saw Zhou Xingdou's face clearly. The sharpness in her almond-shaped eyes receded like the tide, replaced by endless fervor.

"Master~"

Liu Yanran's aura as a swordsmanship master couldn't be maintained for long before it crumbled, and she arrived before Zhou Xingdou, breathing heavily.

"I knew you would come back, Master."

Looking at the three men's fanatical expressions, Zhou Xingdou felt somewhat helpless. He had planted the Myriad Transformation Slave Seal on all three of them. Once planted, that thing would subtly influence a person's thinking, making it as unchangeable as a steel imprint on their mind.

The seeds were planted in the autumn rain just over a month ago. Even though the Myriad Transformations Slave Seal was later removed by him, the ideological imprint was already unshakable. How much more so for You Ji, Li Xiuru, and Liu Yanran, who had been subtly influenced for twenty years.

Even if Zhou Xingdou were to order the three of them to attack each other now, they wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Next, one after another, beautiful figures arrived at the training ground.

Like Gan Renxue, whose grandfather was killed by Zhou Xingdou with a single palm strike, and who then took the initiative to acknowledge him as her master, Gan Renxue was sharp and her golden hair was dazzling, like a war god descending.

She wore a strapless, openwork battle armor that was both glamorous and sexy, yet elegant. The armor gleamed with a cold metallic light, perfectly complementing her sharp, golden phoenix eyes.

Her long, pale blonde hair cascaded down her snow-white shoulders like a waterfall, as if bathed in golden sunlight. Her skin was translucent and radiated a soft golden glow, like a fine work of art.

The golden six-winged mark that once adorned his brow has now quietly disappeared.

Gan Renxue walked with elegant steps, approaching Zhou Xingdou with the reverence of a believer.

As she approached Zhou Xingdou, her high heels, resembling combat boots, paused, making a crisp sound. She reverently bent her slender legs, kneeling before him, demonstrating her respect and loyalty.

Like the twin lotus blossoms of Zhu Youzhu and Zhu Youyun, whose fiancé died because of Zhou Xingdou.

Although they are twins, they have obvious differences in appearance.

Both women wore fitted black lace silk bodysuits, showcasing their graceful figures.

However, her younger sister, Zhu Youzhu, had a cool and aloof face, a delicate nose, slender eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a pair of large eyes that emitted a cold, dark purple light, giving her a mysterious and charming feeling.

Her beauty exudes a sense of indifference and aloofness, which makes people unable to resist being captivated.

In contrast, her elder sister, Zhu Youyun, also possessed stunning beauty, but exuded a voluptuous figure. Her hair was cut into a short, full-figured style, which added to her noble and charming aura.

She always had a sly smile on her face, revealing a mischievous and lively air.

The two women, dressed in dark purple high heels, stood facing each other like a pair of bright pearls, each radiating its own unique brilliance.

There's also Ning Rongrong, who has the demeanor of a young girl yet exudes elegance and nobility; Bo Saixi, who possesses divine majesty; and the Tianshui team, which resembles a girl group and is led by Bing Shui'er... and so on.

At this moment, all of them knelt devoutly before Zhou Xingdou. Twenty years had passed, and they had not only shown no sign of betrayal towards Zhou Xingdou, but had become increasingly loyal.

Stephen Chow smiled knowingly as he watched this scene, which resembled a talent show, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

After all, the aesthetics of clothing in the Martial Soul World are much more interesting than those in the Primordial Era, with its beautiful legs in stockings that even Zhou Xingdou couldn't take in.