The Sect Master and Shui Yuan often taught the disciples, but their energy was limited; they could not cover every aspect. Moreover, due to the paths they cultivated, they knew absolutely nothing about the way of Ghost Cultivators.
Now that Wuchang had come, they had a ready-made top-tier instructor! He did not refuse the matter and even seemed to enjoy interacting with the young people of the Crimson Blood Sect. Perhaps it was a way for an old man to feel vitality again. Though Wuchang did not look old, he truly was not young.
After the Victory Feast, the Nine Provinces itself was tranquil. The cultivators of the Nine Provinces were now busy digesting the gains from the expedition to the Blood Refining World, naturally with neither the mood nor the time to stir up trouble everywhere.
But that did not mean things would remain this way forever.
Through their cooperation on two occasions, the relationship between the two major factions had improved as never before. Yet cultivators could not possibly coexist in such peace forever. As time passed, conflicts would inevitably erupt again, and clashes would surely rise anew.
However, the two major factions had reached a consensus on one point: there would no longer be large-scale confrontations between their cultivators within the Nine Provinces. Even if conflicts arose, they would be kept within certain bounds as much as possible.
Amid such a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, the cultivators of the Crimson Blood Sacred Land migrated to the Nine Provinces and settled within Soldier Province.
There was nothing inappropriate about that. Though the Crimson Blood Sacred Land had been built jointly by Feng Wujiang and many senior predecessors, Feng Wujiang was ultimately its Sacred Lord. Since he came from Soldier Province, it was only natural for the Crimson Blood