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Seeing that a great battle was on the verge of erupting, Chu Liang hurriedly slipped back to Silver Sword Peak.

It had to be said, slaying an eighth-realm Demon King was indeed an achievement grand enough to be recorded in the annals of history. Over the past several thousand years, not many human cultivators had managed it. So even if his master carried the snake's body over to block Jade Sword Peak's spring, Old Wang probably would not dare come out and confront him.

Back then, his master had been angry for a full several months because Wang Xuanling had slain an evil dragon from the Eastern Sea. Now that he had made such a grand display, there was no way it would blow over without being brought up for years.

The man could fight, but he sure knew how to hold a grudge.

Only after returning to his little cabin did Chu Liang finally feel a sense of solid reassurance. These past few years had been muddled and chaotic, rising and falling like he was surfing the waves.

Only when he returned to this cabin could his heart settle.

But now he also realized that such peace of mind did not come without a price. High Person Wen Yuan, the four great elders, Daoist Yan, the Chief of All Peaks, the peak masters... all those dependable elders had held up a sheltered harbor of peace for Shushan's disciples.

Without them, everything built upon that foundation would cease to exist. Even his seemingly flourishing Crimson Cotton Peak could easily be destroyed.

The reason the years had been tranquil was because someone had been carrying the burden forward.

And from now on, he too had to become someone who bore burdens. He had to begin facing the bloody storms of the