Island Master of Peach Blossom Island, Taking Stock of the Spoils

This was a vibrant, life-filled island.

Looking down from the sky, the island resembled a scallop. It stretched more than nineteen hundred li long and over a thousand li wide. Mountains and water covered the island, vegetation flourished everywhere, and, rarer still, it possessed a natural Tier 5 Low-grade spiritual vein.

For Zhou Yang's family, who had drifted through the Eastern Sea for three years, this island had one even more crucial quality: there were no traces of any cultivators living here.

Now, Zhou Yang's family were the masters of this island, while its former master—a Tier 5 Mid-grade Demonic Beast, the Unicorn Dragon Crocodile—had become materials from their spoils of war.

"Alright, this place will be called Peach Blossom Island from now on. I'll be the Island Master, Fengxian will be the Island Mistress, and Feng'er will be the Young Island Master!"

On the island, Zhou Yang raised a hand and recalled the flying sword he had used to slay the Unicorn Dragon Crocodile from its corpse. Looking up at the vibrant island before him, he smiled broadly and joked with his lover and daughter beside him.

Hearing this, Jiang Yufeng looked at him in confusion and asked, "Why call it Peach Blossom Island? I didn't see any peach blossoms on this island. Wouldn't Crocodile Dragon Island or Dragon Crocodile Island better suit this place?"

"You girl, why do you have so many questions? Since your father likes the name Peach Blossom Island, then Peach Blossom Island it is. It's only a name, after all!"

Jiang Fengxian lightly tapped her daughter's forehead with a finger and smilingly spoke up in defense of her lover.

"Mother, you're playing favorites. I only asked why; I didn't say anything else. Yet you're already so eager to scold your daughter. Isn't that far