Falling Blossoms Yearn for the Flowing Water, Determined to Leave!

The Sky Dragon Secret Realm of the Eastern Sky Dragon Sea Region had emerged!

The inheritance of the Profound Dragon Venerable!

Any being worthy of the title Venerable was a Great Power at the Spirit Transformation stage.

What was more, there was True Dragon Essence Blood and a True Dragon Egg!

The Zhang Family was not far from the Eastern Sky Dragon Sea Region. They certainly would not miss this Secret Realm.

The Eastern Sky Dragon Sea Region had an overlord-class Demon Race force.

It was called the East Sea Dragon Court.

The Dragon Court Lord was an Azure Abyss Profound Flood Dragon at the middle Fourth Stage.

Rumor had it that it was descended from the True Dragon clan and Flood Dragons.

Its bloodline was extraordinary, and its strength formidable.

Even so, the human race could never simply give up.

Leaving everything else aside, the closest Nascent Soul-level force, the Nine Splendor Sword Sect, would certainly rally the various forces to confront it.

"It's time to leave. Twenty days have passed; those forces should have let their guard down by now.

"The inheritance of the Profound Dragon Venerable—I, Zhang Xuanchen, am determined to obtain it!"

Zhang Xuanchen's thoughts churned, and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

When he looked at seven-year-old Zhang Tiedan, a trace of reluctance showed in his gaze.

His first disciple possessed a mind, perseverance, and talent that all stood at the very peak among children his age.

His usual body-tempering and training time surpassed even that of boys twelve or thirteen years old.

If he had Spiritual Roots, even Four Spiritual Roots or Five-element Spiritual Roots, he could still achieve no small accomplishments in the future.

Unfortunately, Zhang Xuanchen had not brought a Spirit Testing Stone.

Nor could he take him away.

The Meridians within his body had yet to recover, and who knew how many dangers lay along the road? Taking him along would be far too dangerous.

The Martial Arts Cultivation Method he had taught Iron Egg was the Innate Skill of the Zhang Family's mortal world, enough to cultivate to the Innate Realm.

He had not told him this. He would understand in the future.

As long as he succeeded in cultivation, it would not be difficult for him to seek out his own immortal destiny someday.

Or perhaps, if there was another chance to come to the Qing Kingdom in the future, he could take him away then.

Although Zhang Xuanchen showed no expression on his face, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Zhang Tiedan was still noticed by the Village Chief and Zhang Qingqing, who had been watching him all along.

While everyone's attention was fixed on the huge pot, the Village Chief pulled Zhang Xuanchen aside and asked in a low voice:

"Xiao Chen, are you planning to leave?"

Zhang Shuo lowered his voice, and it was filled with reluctance. Though they had only spent twenty days together, everyone had seen with their own eyes the changes this young man had brought to Little Village.

He taught everyone fishing techniques, brought back prey from the mountains every day, and poured fresh blood into the huge pot to temper the muscles and bones and refine the bodies of the village's young people of suitable age.

The meat was divided among the villagers to improve their lives.

What a fine young man. If possible, he truly wished Zhang Xuanchen could stay in the village. Zhang Qingqing was not bad-looking either, and she had secretly fallen for Zhang Xuanchen.

But he understood that he could not do that.

It was too selfish.

Zhang Xuanchen was so steadfast, a person with grand ambitions. How could he let him remain trapped in Little Village for the rest of his life?

Seeing that Zhang Shuo had actually discerned his intentions, Zhang Xuanchen was slightly surprised.

But on second thought, it was nothing strange.

He had not hidden the emotion in his eyes just now. It was only natural for someone perceptive to notice it.

"Yes, Village Chief."

Zhang Xuanchen did not intend to deceive the old man who had devoted his entire life to this village.

There was no need to.

Zhang Shuo stroked his beard, sighed, then smiled.

"When will you leave?"

"Tonight."

"So soon? Won't you say goodbye to everyone first?"

Zhang Xuanchen paused, then slowly shook his head and said softly, "No. I don't like the sorrowful atmosphere of parting.

"Leaving alone... is better."

Hearing this, Zhang Shuo patted his arm. A glimmer of tears filled his clouded eyes.

"Alright, good child. I respect your choice. If you ever wish to return, you may come back anytime. Little Village will always welcome you."

Zhang Xuanchen's gaze was resolute. "Don't worry, Village Chief. I will return."

Behind a large tree not far away, a Maiden sat collapsed on the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks.

She wept like pear blossoms drenched in rain.

Her hands tightly covered her mouth, stopping herself from making a sound.

After so many days together, Zhang Qingqing's affection for Zhang Xuanchen had reached its peak.

The young man was like a gust of wind, slipping into the girl's heart without warning.

Leaving her unable to free herself.

But she knew she was not worthy of him and could not obstruct his advancing steps.

She only wished to watch the young man silently from behind.

Upon learning that he was leaving, she suddenly felt hollow inside, her heart filled with boundless sorrow.

How could Zhang Xuanchen not know of her feelings?

But he only regarded Zhang Qingqing as his younger sister and had no other thoughts.

There was simply no possibility between them.

Because that would be unfair to Zhang Qingqing.

Falling blossoms yearned to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water had no heart to love the falling blossoms.

Nothing could describe it more aptly.

"Master! Hurry over! The fierce beast blood is boiling—it's time to add the medicine!"

In the center of the village, Zhang Tiedan excitedly shouted at Zhang Xuanchen. His little hand was raised high as he waved it constantly.

Every time he was boiled in the pot, he felt extremely excited.

Though it hurt, he enjoyed it, because while soaking in beast blood and medicinal herbs, he could clearly feel his own progress.

"I'm coming."

Zhang Xuanchen answered and strode swiftly toward the center of the village.

But as he passed the large tree, he sighed inwardly.

He hoped she could move on soon and find the happiness that belonged to her.

Leaning on his cane, Zhang Shuo slowly walked to the large tree. Looking at the sobbing Zhang Qingqing before him, he tried to persuade her.

"Qingqing, why must you do this? You should know that there is simply no possibility between you. Why make things difficult for yourself?"

Zhang Qingqing rose to her feet and looked at Zhang Xuanchen in the center of the village as he added medicinal herbs to the pot.

A sweet smile appeared on her face.

"I know I'm not from the same world as him, but I simply like him. It doesn't matter whether he likes me or not.

"My father told me to follow my heart.

"Goodbye, Village Chief Grandpa. I'm going to join the excitement too."

With that, Zhang Qingqing wiped away her tears and walked toward the village with a smile on her face.

"That girl, she has the same temperament as her father."

At dusk, Zhang Xuanchen caught two wild chickens in the mountains and once again went to Li Lan's home for a free meal.

He had actually built a crude wooden hut halfway up the mountain.

But he was leaving tonight, so he planned to have one last meal with Li Lan's family.

Li Lan's cooking was excellent, and she made a huge plate of spicy stir-fried chicken.

Zhang Xuanchen and Zhang Tiedan were both martial artists with hearty appetites, so both chickens were cooked.

She also made rice porridge and steamed more than a dozen meat buns.

It was an exceedingly lavish meal.

Though Zhang Tiedan was young, he still ate five large meat buns in one go.

Neither he nor Li Lan knew that Zhang Xuanchen planned to leave in secret.

Thus, they chatted and laughed with Zhang Xuanchen.

They did not notice Zhang Qingqing beside them, her eyes slightly red as she forced a smile.

After eating and drinking their fill, Zhang Xuanchen called Zhang Qingqing aside alone and handed her a Brocade Pouch.

"Qingqing, I left a letter for Iron Egg. Remember, give it to him tomorrow morning. Do not let anyone else know.

"After he reads the letter, he will go to my wooden hut halfway up the mountain. Do not follow him; let everything take its course.

"I have slain all the wild beasts in this area, so his life will not be in danger."