Yun Muchen said, " Zhu Mingming!"
Zhou Jin said, "This name is rather unique. It doesn't show off its sharpness or seem overly arrogant. It's like an ordinary, unremarkable person. Do all strong people like to disguise themselves like this?"
"Hehe, maybe."
Yun Muchen shrugged and smiled, "Let's head back to the Xuanji Sect first. The Immortal Lord hasn't come; he probably has more important matters to attend to."
Upon hearing this, Madam Wenqu waved her sleeve, and a magnificent chariot, as imposing as a mountain and as splendid as a starry river, appeared.
She smiled and said, "This is a space carriage, its speed comparable to Saint's space travel. It's a gift for you, please get in."
"As expected of a domain lord, his generosity is truly astounding!"
Yun Muchen gave a thumbs up, then suddenly leaned closer to Madam Wenqu, blinked, and asked, "Madam, I have a question, um... forgive my abruptness, but why are you called Madam Wenqu? Whose wife are you?"
"My husband was a sword cultivator who tragically perished 70,000 years ago while pursuing the Supreme level of Martial Dao."
Madam Wenqu said frankly.
A faint sadness unconsciously crept into her eyes.
Zhou Jin immediately pulled Yun Muchen away, "Alright, that's enough, let's get in the car!"
"Grandmaster, I'll be going back in a few days!"
Changying was the first to board the magnificent, gleaming carriage. Dressed in flowing white, she smiled and waved.
Madam Wenqu smiled and said, "Little one, you mustn't break your promise!"
Changying smiled, his eyes narrowed, and nodded emphatically.
Zhou Jin, Yun Muchen, and Zhou Zhulu boarded the bus in turn.
Madam Wenqu whispered to Li Fuyou, " Lord Tianxuan, Xie Feng is the benefactor of me, Lord Kaiyang, and Lord Tianshu. Without him, the three of us might still be trapped in the Lower Realm."
"There's nothing busy in the Seven Stars Domain right now, so you can stay at the Xuanji Sect for the time being. If anyone provokes you, there's no need to report it; handle it yourself. If anything goes wrong, I'll cover for you."
Li Fuyou nodded and said, "Understood!"
"Old bug, hurry up, we're waiting for you!"
Inside the space carriage, Zhou Zhulu lifted the curtain, urging them on loudly while simultaneously smiling with satisfaction.
Due to his demonic possession, Zhou Zhulu has a volatile temper and is rather taciturn, preferring to think and cultivate quietly by himself.
Most of the time, his face is frozen and expressionless. Although he has a strong aura, he has a weak presence because he hates being disturbed.
He didn't have many close friends in the Xuanji Sect. He talked more with Zhou Jin, mainly because they were from the same clan and lineage.
It's not that other people are bad, it's that he's too cold! Too withdrawn!
But now!
He was very happy!
I'm genuinely happy!
He ran into his old friend, Old Bug, and what's remarkable is that Old Bug hasn't changed!
He was still the same brother he knew—fierce-tempered, quick to kill, yet loyal and righteous!
Upon hearing this, Li Fuyou bowed to Madam Wenqu, then turned and leaped onto the carriage!
"Let's go, back to the Xuanji Sect!"
With a loud shout, Yun Muchen sent the carriage soaring into the sky and disappearing into the horizon, leaving only a faint trail of clouds behind.
Second Sequence.
In the southernmost part of this vast land lies a celestial realm, its architecture majestic and its colors vibrant, as fiery and passionate as its name suggests.
Crimson Radiance Heaven!
There is only one power in this celestial realm: the Sun and Moon Palace!
The Sun and Moon Palace spans thousands of miles, with cities standing like giant swords, towering into the clouds, majestic and awe-inspiring, giving people a breathtaking and awe-inspiring experience.
Sun and Moon Palace, Flame Hall.
A man reclined on a deck chair, dressed in a silver-red robe, with jet-black hair and a handsome, solemn face.
His eyes were slightly closed, and he was rubbing his temple with his right hand, looking as if he was deep in thought.
Behind him, a maid in blue carried a fruit platter, used a silver skewer to pick up a piece of peach flesh brimming with Spiritual Qi, and gently brought it to the man's lips.
He is none other than Zhu Mingming, the fifth master of the Sun and Moon Palace!
Zhu Mingming opened her mouth, bit off a piece of peach, squinted her eyes, and chewed with enjoyment.
"Palace Master!"
Suddenly, a figure in white hurried over. The woman had a pretty face and her brows were full of joy.
Zhu Mingming opened one eye. " Little White? Why are you so happy?"
The maid in white held up a book in her hand. "Your storybooks are selling like hotcakes again!"
Beep.
Zhu Mingming opened his other eye, a slight smile playing on his lips, and sat up straight.
He smiled and said, " Little White, Little Blue, have you two read this storybook of mine?"
Both maids shook their heads.
Little White said, "We're new here, and we wouldn't dare to look through it without your permission."
Zhu Mingming raised the corners of her mouth. "Now, just watch!"
Little White and Little Blue exchanged a glance.
Three days ago, they were transferred to the Flame Palace to work for Zhu Mingming. Rumor has it that this Fifth Palace Master is unrestrained, free-spirited, and loves to create storybooks, which are quite famous.
When they arrived at the Flame Palace, they found that the rumors were true! The Fifth Palace Master was very approachable and never mistreated his servants. He devoted himself to his creations every day, and being his maid was quite easy.
The yellow book in Little White's hand, titled " Waiting for the Light," is written by " The Hermit," which is also the pen name of Zhu Mingming. If he were to reveal his real name, it would probably cause a sensation throughout the entire First Heavens.
This book tells the story of the protagonist enduring hardship and biding his time to uncover the villain's shocking conspiracy.
Little White and the other girl watched intently, while Zhu Mingming observed their reactions.
Although he was a very experienced author, he still felt a strange sense of shame when others read his stories...
After a while.
Zhu Mingming coughed lightly and asked the two women, "How is it?"
Little White nodded. "Very good!"
Little Blue nodded. "Very good!"
Zhu Mingming continued, "Any other opinions or suggestions?"
Little White hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but say, "Uh... please don't include a romantic affair in every chapter..."
"Cough."
Zhu Mingming clenched his fist, brought it to his lips, and coughed again.
He laughed and said, "Well, a man who isn't a bit of a playboy wastes his youth, his prime, his middle age, and his old age!"
Little White:"..."
Little Blue: "..."
Zhu Mingming lay back on the recliner, crossed his legs, and began a new round of thinking:
"I have another idea. I want to write a story about an ascendant's rise to power, which is a bit niche. I've already decided on a title: 'Thunderclap: The Heavenly Cultivation'! What do you think?"
Having said that, he smiled and looked at the maid.
Little Blue nodded. "The name is powerful and unique. With your writing skills, Palace Master, it's sure to be a hit!"
Zhu Mingming frowned again. "Most of the stories about ascending to immortality written by predecessors are inspirational tales of perseverance. This is already a cliché. I want to write something different, about an unparalleled genius, invincible among his peers!"
Little White said, "Palace Master, we have ready-made materials!"
"Tell us quickly."
"You've been engrossed in your work lately and are unaware of what's happening outside. At this year's Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly, a genius has emerged who has made a name for himself!"
"He was originally an ascendant, from the Tenth Sequence Great Wilderness Heaven, yet he overpowered three major forces at the conference, winning first place in one fell swoop. Palace Master, isn't this the protagonist you've been looking for?!"
Zhu Mingming's eyes lit up. "His name?!"