Core Formation Treasures

A month later, Jiang Ping'an returned to the Mystic Weight Sect aboard his treasure ship.

Seeing Jiang Ping'an return safely, both Dongfang Jintang and Xiu Yun let out long sighs of relief.

During this time, undercurrents had surged through the Mystic Weight Sect. Someone had secretly been stirring up calls to settle accounts with Jiang Ping'an. Of course, they did not mean Jiang Ping'an himself, but the three women connected to him: Dongfang Jintang, Xiu Yun, and Xuan Shuang.

Before long, Li Xuanxiao came to visit.

Jiang Ping'an invited Li Xuanxiao into the main hall and entertained him.

"Little brother Jiang, did you really become cultivation partners with that Female Dao Lord?" Li Xuanxiao asked, his tone still carrying seventy to eighty percent disbelief.

Jiang Ping'an said, "That's right."

Li Xuanxiao could not help sighing. "Impressive, truly impressive."

Jiang Ping'an put on a bitter smile. "There's nothing to admire. Some things—only the drinker knows whether the water is warm or cold."

Li Xuanxiao had no doubt about it. He believed Jiang Ping'an must have paid some price; it could not have been entirely a good thing.

"May I ask what extraordinary figure your wife is?" Li Xuanxiao asked curiously.

Although Female Dao Lords of the Nascent Soul Realm were rare on the Tianmu Continent, that did not mean he had ever seen one. In fact, he had never seen one at all. He had only heard some descriptions of those Female Dao Lords. Mo Ruyan's appearance did not match any of the renowned Female Dao Lords.

Jiang Ping'an did not know the Tianmu Continent's attitude toward Yin Gods, so he said, "Sorry, it is inconvenient to disclose."

Li Xuanxiao continued, "What plans do you have going forward, little brother Jiang?"

"I will continue to remain in the Mystic Weight Sect,"