Futuo Xuan

The guests from the many superpowers aboard the spirit ship all saw this scene, their faces filled with shock.

This young man who had arrived alone was actually the young master of the Futu Ancient Clan?

Which Main Branch was he the young master of?

The Xuan Lineage? The Mo Lineage? Or the Qing Lineage, which had once been the strongest?

But whichever lineage he belonged to, his complete earthly sovereign cultivation spoke volumes.

"Grandmaster, he's actually the young master of the Futu Ancient Clan!" Xiao Xiao stared at Futu Yijing in surprise.

Medicine Elder was also a little taken aback.

He had met all three young masters of the Futu Ancient Clan, but this young man was clearly not one of them.

Then he recalled something his disciple had mentioned before he set out for the Futu Ancient Clan.

"The Futu Ancient Clan has produced a true dragon this time."

This young man must have been the true dragon of the Futu Ancient Clan that brat Xiao Yan had spoken of.

"He must be the young master of the Futu Ancient Clan who went to the Saint Abyss Continent to slay demons. No wonder he carries such a heavy aura of bloodshed," a Heavenly Sovereign guest said just then.

"So it's him-Futu Yijing, the Great Thousand Palace's second Demon-Slayer King." A Heavenly Sovereign who had just returned from the Saint Abyss Continent also spoke up upon hearing this.

At those words, the shock on everyone's faces became impossible to conceal.

The title of Demon-Slayer King of the Great Thousand Palace was clearly far more staggering than that of young master of the Futu Ancient Clan.

"An Earthly Sovereign? A Demon-Slayer King?" Some guests found it hard to believe, but the speaker was a Heavenly Sovereign, someone who would disdain spreading rumors.

Even Medicine Elder was deeply shocked.

No wonder that brat Xiao Yan had described him as a true dragon.

Even Xiao Yan would have struggled to achieve such a battle record at his age.

"Grandmaster, what's a Demon-Slayer King?" Xiao Xiao was still only an Eighth Grade Sovereign, and she spent most of her time asleep, so she clearly did not understand the significance of the title.

But from the expressions of those around her, she could tell that this title was anything but ordinary.

"Your cultivation is still too low for you to encounter such things. Let me put it this way: to earn that title, he would have to kill at least fifty complete earthly sovereign experts, a hundred Upper Earth Sovereigns, or two hundred lower earthly sovereigns," Medicine Elder said.

Medicine Elder did not lower his voice, so the surrounding guests heard him as well.

Those guests who had not understood the weight of the Demon-Slayer King title also widened their eyes.

Good heavens, this young master of the Futu Ancient Clan was slaughtering Earthly Sovereigns like chickens!

Hearing Medicine Elder's explanation, Xiao Xiao also gaped. Her astonished expression added a touch of cuteness to her otherwise alluring, cool demeanor.

The Futu Ancient Clan's spirit ship was extraordinarily fast. In only a few minutes, it reached the spatial gate. Radiating spiritual light, it swiftly passed through the gate and officially entered the Futuo Realm.

Upon entering the Futuo Realm, the scenery before everyone changed dramatically, as though they had entered another world. Vast, pure spiritual energy filled heaven and earth.

The spirit ship streaked across the sky. After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, it finally slowed. Sensing something, everyone looked ahead, where countless towering mountain ranges stretched together across their view, and an ancient, weathered aura permeated the world.

Soon, the spirit ship stopped, with a Heavenly Sovereign standing before it.

"You have all traveled far. Please settle in and rest for a while." The Heavenly Sovereign wore a gentle smile, and a stunningly beautiful woman stood beside him.

This woman was Qing Shuang, the young mistress of the Qing Lineage.

Once the spirit ship came to a steady halt, Futu Yijing slowly walked out.

The Heavenly Sovereign visibly froze when he saw Futu Yijing, then his smile grew even warmer.

"Young master, it has been two hundred years. You've finally returned." Kong Kong's voice carried a hint of deference.

"Elder Kong, it's been two hundred years," Futu Yijing replied with a smile.

Before he left, the Futu Ancient Clan had already appointed a holy maiden: Qing Yanjing, who possessed the Eight Divine Meridians and held a status equivalent to that of the clan's young chief.

But the invincible prowess Futu Yijing displayed had led the Futu Ancient Clan to make an exception and establish the position of young master.

Some disagreements had arisen during discussions over establishing the position of young master of the Futu Ancient Clan. By then, Qing Yanjing had already demonstrated the potential to become a Saint Grade Grandmaster, and some elders believed they should not create another position that would leave her disheartened.

Other elders supported establishing the position, because Futu Yijing had already gained the Ancestral Pagoda's recognition and become the second person to cultivate the Endless Light Body.

Kong Kong had been one of the elders in that second faction who supported establishing the position of young master.

In a sense, Futu Yijing was Qing Yanjing's rival within the Futu Ancient Clan.

Seeing this young master again after two hundred years, Kong Kong could not conceal the admiration in his eyes.

He had truly done what he said he would and become the Great Thousand Palace's second Demon-Slayer King!

After the incident involving Qing Yanjing, even the elders of the Futu Ancient Clan who had originally opposed the position of young master began to stand behind Futu Yijing.

Their group had only been worried about disheartening Qing Yanjing in the first place. They had nothing against Futu Yijing himself.

"Young master." After Kong Kong greeted him, Qing Shuang followed suit.

"It's been a long time, Qing Shuang. You're already an Earthly Sovereign." Futu Yijing easily discerned her cultivation and spoke with a smile.

"It was only luck. I'm still far behind you, young master," Qing Shuang replied modestly.

When Futu Yijing had swept through the younger generation back then, she had been among them. The crushing pressure he exerted remained fresh in her memory even now.

Futu Yijing smiled without saying anything.

I'm a transmigrator, after all. If I couldn't even beat the natives, how could I show my face?

"I'll be going ahead."

With that, Futu Yijing transformed into a streak of light and shot into the distance.

After leaving the spirit ship, Futu Yijing headed straight for Futuo Xuan's residence.

He had not seen that stubborn old man for two hundred years, and he did miss him.

Soon, he arrived before a courtyard. His figure flashed, and he appeared directly inside.

A white-haired old man sat on a stone stool in the courtyard, seemingly waiting for someone.

"You're back?" This old man was Futuo Xuan, the Grand Elder of the Futu Ancient Clan.

"Yes. Grandpa, you seem to have aged a little." Futu Yijing nodded, then settled onto the stone stool opposite Futuo Xuan.

"A great deal has happened in the clan while you were away." A rare trace of bitterness appeared on Futuo Xuan's face.

The matter involving Qing Yanjing had clearly given the old man a terrible headache.

A perfectly promising future Saint Grade Grandmaster could now only be imprisoned within the clan.

"I heard. What do you intend to do about Qing Yanjing's child and that country bumpkin?" Futu Yijing asked.

Perhaps because he now had a grandson like Futu Yijing, Futuo Xuan had become much gentler about such matters, no longer as stubborn as he had been in the original story.

"Let things take their course. That child carries the blood of our Futu Ancient Clan, after all." Futuo Xuan sighed.