Zuo Qingcang had only taken a few steps when he released the signal, which was immediately sensed by Fu Qing.
"Welcome back, Lord Zuo Qingcang!"
Fu Qing laughed, grabbed Zuo Qingcang's withered arm, and flew to the side.
Around him, there were hundreds of clones to confuse the viewer and conceal the real body.
Fuck you!
Xiang Yu roared fiercely, his dragon-like cry shaking the heavens, and fled amidst the curses and barrage of concentrated fire.
Mulan swung her siege hammer, and golden flames exploded, smashing away the River of Time summoned by the enemy.
With the plan complete, the raiding party quickly ran to the Jade Bridge, preparing to escape while the saints were on holiday.
"Lord Zuo Qingcang, this is your Seven Treasures Furnace. Now that the grand plan is complete, it should be returned to its rightful owner."
A gray-robed figure wearing a ghost mask, who had been delaying the arrival of the saints, handed over the seven exquisite peaks and returned them to Zuo Qingcang.
"My lord, you have suffered. Welcome back."
Mulan smiled and bowed to Zuo Qingcang. Her bright eyes and gentle demeanor attracted the attention of the hot-blooded man beside her.
Having obtained the spiritual treasure, the white-haired old man, who was on the verge of death, experienced a slow but steady increase in vitality, as if a withered tree had been reborn.
"What brings you here? Has the organization moved to another location again?"
"Haha, that's right. Lord Ziyou is a master strategist, and his affairs after death have already been arranged."
Fu Qing smiled, and the white jade bridge, shimmering with silver light, vanished into the void, gradually disappearing from sight: "My lord, please come with us. We will need your help in the future."
"It's Zi You."
The old man suddenly realized what was going on. Holding a jug of wine, he looked up at the vast starry sky, the fireworks, the surging waves, and the bright moon, circling halfway around them to everyone's surprise, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
Zuo Qingcang smiled, raised a glass of wine in his hand, and drank it all in one gulp.
"A great era is coming!"
"A salute to this...world of great strife!"
...
It felt as if some wild grass was rustling at the tip of my nose.
The blond man lying in the rice paddy slowly opened his eyes, then immediately closed them again.
The dazzling sunlight, the chirping of birds pecking at rice, and the comfortable feeling of the wind blowing on my face.
"Dad, how long are you going to sleep? Mom has been urging you to get up for ages."
Inside the ripe rice stalks, a little girl with braids shook the man's arm, complaining.
"Let me sleep a little longer, I just finished working... I'm very tired."
"Dad, look! I made a windmill!"
The adorable girl took out a colorful paper windmill and spun it rapidly in the autumn wind, eliciting laughter from the girl herself.
"Little Fei Lan, it's time to get up! Stop being so depressed!"
The mature and sexy woman said with a hint of anger, "Please perk up, or you can forget about getting into my bed tonight... Ahh!"
The next moment, Fei Lan grabbed her calf and pulled her into her arms, where they lay down together on the soft straw.
"Seriously, Dad is a pervert!"
"Smack!"
Suddenly, before the little girl playing with the paper windmill could finish speaking, Fei Lan pulled her over and made her lie in her arms on the other side.
The two women struggled for a while, but in the end, they quietly lay down next to their husband (father).
"It's so good to see you all..."
Ferran held Christine's delicate body in his arms, with his beloved daughter lying in his embrace, and they slept peacefully amidst the fragrance of ripening rice blossoms.
A tear welled up in her eye and streamed down her face.
"Pfft!"
The pool of water, as black as ink, churned, boiled, and churned up waves.
Beside the pond, an old man with an air of otherworldly grace stood, his long sleeves fluttering, his robes dancing, pure white as snow.
Ripples spread across the surface of the robe, revealing a magnificent landscape of mountains and rivers.
"The refining process has finally been successful."
Zi You stared at the pool of ink and smiled faintly.
It created a rare, celestial treasure, daring to be ranked alongside the Sword Pool, Wine Pool, and Blood Pool, and named it the Ink Pool.
Above it lies the essence of his life's work in painting, which can serve as a new means of revival.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Bubbling appeared in the ink pool, and a golden light burst forth, spewing out black and white clouds that transformed into one another at the moment of life and death.
Finally, a figure emerged from within.
With blonde hair, blue eyes, short gray hair, and a long robe, he brought forth blooming rice paddies wherever he went.
"From this day forward, your name will be Ni Chunqiu."
"Yes, sir."
P.S.: Volume 2, complete.
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