Branch Family Disciples Arrive at Green Maple Valley, Brothers Reunited

The Cloud Boat picked up disciples from several more Branch Families along the way.

The number of people aboard kept growing.

Though they spoke to one another now and then, most spent their time sizing each other up, making silent comparisons.

Li Xingdong had long since returned to the Quiet Room at the bow to rest and had not appeared again.

The burly cultivator maintained order aboard the boat, and everything ran smoothly.

The next day, after picking up disciples from one more Branch Family, the Cloud Boat was full. It turned back toward Green Maple Valley.

It flew at high speed the entire way.

That afternoon, the Cloud Boat finally began to slow.

Little Stone, who had been resting with his eyes closed, seemed to sense something. His eyes snapped open.

He rose and hurried to the rail.

At the same time, every young disciple aboard, whatever they had been doing, surged toward the rails and looked ahead.

The Cloud Boat slowly descended through layer after layer of mist.

A magnificent sight gradually unfolded before them.

Surrounded by mountains lay a vast valley wreathed in spiritual energy, like a realm of immortals.

Pavilions and towers dotted the valley like stars across a chessboard. Their upturned eaves and bracketed roofs appeared and vanished in the spiritual mist.

Spirit birds and strange beasts occasionally glided past, their clear cries ringing out.

Most astonishing of all, a faint, visible radiance enveloped the entire valley.

The spiritual energy there was richer than at any cultivation haven they had ever seen. Even from a distance, they felt their pores open and the blood in their bodies stir.

"This... this is our Li Family's Ancestral Land, Green Maple Valley?"

"Such... such rich spiritual energy! I... I feel like one day cultivating here could be worth