Fu Xuanxu

Miao City.

A flash of white light streaked across the Teleportation Array in the city, and a young man appeared. His long hair flowed loose over a stone-blue, gold-flecked Daoist robe with wide sleeves.

His brows were relaxed and his eyes bright, his bearing elegant and refined. In one hand, he held a wooden ruyi scepter carved with auspicious clouds, pines, cranes, and other designs. Several glazed beads dangled from its tip, adorned with a multicolored palace sash.

A faint, clear radiance surrounded him. His aura was nimble and pure, as if he had become one with nature itself. Light glimmered in his eyes, and his presence was powerful—already beyond the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Senior Brother Fu!" Dou Dai, who had been waiting outside the array, hurried forward to greet him.

The other Jiuyi Mountain disciples also looked invigorated, their earlier dejection swept away.

Fu Xuanxu gave a slight nod. "There's no need for formalities."

Then he asked, "What exactly happened?"

Dou Dai replied gravely, "Senior Brother, I received a message from Uncle-Master Jiang earlier. He said that several thousand people had been displaced by the Demonic Cultivators' rampage. Since a fifth-grade alchemist had just arrived in Miao City, there was no longer a shortage of Evil-Warding Pills. So Uncle-Master Jiang ordered me to take charge of those people."

"At the same time, I heard that the river outside the city had been struck by an epidemic, so we filled in all the wells. We've been relying entirely on a few junior brothers and sisters skilled in water-based spells to supply us with water."

"After that, the Fourth Princess of the Liulan Dynasty escorted the people here. I told her about the water source and asked her to help purify it."

"The Fourth Princess is kindhearted and readily agreed. But