When Zhao Qianqiu rushed back to the city where the demon dragon in the Spiritual Transformation Realm died, Yi Qianyan had already arrived.

Zhao Qianqiu's eyes passed over Yi Qianyan who was standing next to the Grand Secretary.

"Uncle Master."

The dark-faced old man who had been talking to Yi Qianyan with a smile on his face turned around when he heard what was said, glared at his unintelligent nephew, tilted his head and nodded with his chin at the female swordsman beside him.

Zhao Qianqiu looked helpless.

Yi Qianyan felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. She had arrived early and Da Sikou had been chatting with her about family matters. In fact, it would have been fine if they were just chatting, but he kept mentioning "my Qianqiu" left and "my nephew" right, and he mentioned Zhao Qianqiu every other sentence, making it difficult for her to respond.

"Remember Junior Sister Qianyan."

"Senior Brother Zhao Qianqiu."

Yi Qianyan bowed in return. The Grand Sikou had always been approachable in Jiange, willing to help the younger generation and do everything for them, but he just liked to play matchmaker and help the younger generation find partners. She and Zhao Qianqiu were originally fellow disciples with a good relationship. They would greet each other and chat for a few words when they met, but ever since the Grand Sikou arranged a match for them, they would awkwardly pretend to be strangers when they met in private.

I guess the reason why she was asked to help this time was to let her spend more time with Zhao Qianqiu.

The Grand Sikou glanced around at the two juniors and nodded. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Both of their names contained the character "千" (Thousand) and they were of similar age and had similar cultivation levels. He felt that he had done another great good deed.

I am an old man, but I am really worried about the next generation of Jiange.

"Didn't Master Uncle say that the beast's accomplices were in the Mountain Water Cave? Why did you call me back?"

Zhao Qianqiu and the other person did not ask what happened to the demon dragon's Nascent Soul, because they knew that as long as it fell into the hands of the Great Sikou, there would be no possibility of escaping, and it would just be played around by the willful horse in the palm of its hand.

"Its demon core was restricted, and it just tried to self-destruct."

The Grand Secretary of Justice said cheerfully, his voice was kind, and he still had a smile on his face, but his words made Zhao Qianqiu and the other two look displeased.

"The Shanshui Cave is probably a trap, so don't go there. I'll go take a look. You and Qianyan go inform the disciples in the palace to seal off the Zhishui Kingdom. In addition to those cunning loaches, there are also some small fish that can't escape. Catch them all for me."

"As you wish."

"As you wish."

"Uncle Master, Qianqiu..." Zhao Qianqiu stopped talking and glanced at Yi Qianyan.

The latter raised his eyebrows, said goodbye to the Grand Sikou, and left first.

Yi Qianyan didn't care too much about being treated as an outsider. She came here just to help out. Moreover, based on what she had seen and heard so far, a seventh-level cultivator might be involved behind this incident, so it would be better for her not to get too involved.

Although the seventh realm is only one realm away from the sixth realm, the gap between the two can only be truly understood by those who have experienced this chasm, such as her.

And being able to place restrictions on the Nascent Soul of a sixth-level demon cultivator without him knowing, huh, how could an ordinary seventh-level cultivator do that?

Moreover, this incident also involves the Zhao family... When she heard about what happened in Kundu more than ten years ago, she couldn't believe it. The Fuyao Electorate Palace, which had stood in the Xuanhuang Realm for 70,000 years, just... collapsed?

Thinking of Qianyan’s flight on his sword, I felt a little depressed.

Only Zhao Qianqiu and Da Sikou were left there.

In fact, there were many people around these two people at the moment, because they were standing on a street with a constant flow of people, but everyone who passed by "ignored" them.

The two of them were like two reefs in a mighty river, surrounded by the current and bypassed by the fish.

Because there is a wild horse happily galloping through this turbulent flow.

Zhao Qianqiu looked at the uncle in front of him who had always been taking care of him.

My uncle’s real name is Chen Yizhi.

When his master passed away, Zhao Qianqiu was still a teenager. He went to Kundu alone with a sword full of passion to kill monsters. At that time, his uncle was already one of the famous sword immortals in Kundu, serving the Elector's Palace.

Under the care of his uncle, he escaped death time and time again, and ultimately lived up to his uncle's expectations. He killed monsters and sharpened his sword along the way, breaking through realms continuously, and became one of the most outstanding young sword cultivators in Kundu. His only regret was that he did not enter the seventh realm of sword cultivation in Kundu and be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his uncle.

After that great incident, my uncle left Kundu sadly.

With his merit in killing monsters, the uncle-master could have instinctively returned to the orthodox Tai'a Sword Pavilion and stood at one of the top positions of the human race. At worst, he could have gone to Nanxiaoyaozhou, but he chose to come to this small Wangquezhou and became the Chief Sikou of the Sikou Mansion, who was lower than the leaders of the lower sects.

Zhao Qianqiu didn't understand his uncle's choice, but he followed him anyway.

And now, that damn beast actually killed my uncle's last disciple!

He knew very well that his uncle was extremely fond of the Zhao clan's children, perhaps because he was an old acquaintance of the Fuyaohou Mansion. That young man from the Zhao clan of Anling Kingdom was his junior brother, and his uncle valued him very much. He always treated him as the successor, teaching him by words and deeds and preaching to him.

Although the master uncle still had a smile on his face and was calm and composed, and even had the mood to worry about his marriage, it was because the master uncle had feelings for him! He could cut off the thoughts and not think about them, but who knew how uncomfortable the master uncle was in his heart?

Zhao Qianqiu's heart was filled with anger, and the sword patterns on his face alternated between light and dark.

"Control your anger." The smile on Chen Yizhi's face faded and he said in a deep voice.

Zhao Qianqiu took a deep breath and used the sword pattern to suppress the violent rage. This was the aftereffect of killing monsters in Kundu and being polluted by the aura behind the Monster Gate for a long time. However, with the sword pattern, the problem was not very serious.

"Uncle Master, was it those guys behind the door who did it?"

"How dare they come here! Are they looking for death?"

This is also what Zhao Qianqiu is most puzzled about. They came here from the back door, the price they paid was too high, and it is very likely that they will never come back. Although they hate Fuyao Zhao family very much, it is not worth it just to eliminate a few branches of Zhao family, unless...

Unless there are huge interests driving them.

Is it a person or a thing?

What does this have to do with the Zhao family's side branch in Wangquezhou?

Chen Zhiyi looked at Zhao Qianqiu deeply, without answering his doubts, but just gave him a few words of advice and let him leave.

The sword flashed, and only Chen Yizhi was left there.

A lone person in a sea of ​​people.

The old man turned and looked north.

There were many things he didn't tell Zhao Qianqiu.

For example, this time his last disciple's return home to visit his relatives was arranged by him personally.

For example, the scene he saw in the heart lake of the divine demon dragon not long ago.

Although the man's face was blurry, a soft laugh was heard.

Perhaps in the demon dragon's memory, that person was just smiling casually at that time.

But the old man knew that this laugh was reserved for him, Chen Yizhi.

Sarcasm, contempt.

The man knew that he would see it, and he recognized the person with the blurred face, but he didn't know what appearance it would appear in now.

Both parties were once "old friends".

One door inside, one door outside.

Countless images flashed through the old man’s mind.

There was the time when he followed the old marquis in Kundu and handed over the sword to kill the monster.

There have been careful plans over the years.

There was the resolute expression on his disciple’s face after he learned of his fate.

The next second, they were all chopped off by Yi Ma.

Only one thought remains.

Mr. Bai was right, they are still looking for the young master.