Central Province, Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge.
"You certainly have leisure to spare." Bai Xuanling folded her arms and swept her gaze over their surroundings. "Aren't you afraid your whereabouts will be discovered? Those Heavenly Demons are terribly fond of you. If they knew you weren't in the Heavenly Derivation Sect, they'd probably spare no cost to kill you first."
Chu Xingchen sat in the chair Chen Baiqing often used, his eyes gently surveying every corner of the sect visible from there.
Under the formation's protection, not even dust had settled here.
Nothing had changed. Everything was just as it had been when they left.
Counting carefully, more than twenty years had passed since their emergency move from Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge to the Heavenly Derivation Sect.
Over those twenty-odd years, Chu Xingchen's cultivation had recovered to the Integrated Body Peak Stage, and the Mahayana Realm was not far away.
His cultivation had naturally progressed extremely quickly. After all, his disciples' cultivation was already substantial, and the feedback they provided was exceptionally powerful.
Moreover, the system seemed... to have strengthened that feedback somewhat.
Chu Xingchen drew a deep breath, immediately feeling his spirits ease, then chuckled.
"That's what happens when you're popular. But I'm not actually in that much danger. Leaving aside how formidable you are, the chances of those Heavenly Demons gathering again and launching another surprise attack on me are slim."
"If they really could do that, at worst, I'd trade my life for all of theirs."
"Besides, killing me isn't their ultimate goal."
"That's also why I let my disciples travel outside, provided their safety is assured."
"If we really have to fight the Heavenly Demons in the future, the true main force won't be me, but my disciples."
Bai Xuanling glanced sideways at him, her tone making