Shen Yun set foot on the road home.
With the Evil Dragon King willingly serving as his mount, the journey was calm and peaceful.
Forget those blind evil cultivators—even the old demons who had entrenched themselves along the way trembled under that heaven-shaking dragon might and fled too late to avoid him. No one dared come forward to stir up trouble.
In only a few days, Sword Burial Pavilion was already faintly in sight.
"Welcome Mr. Shen and Eldest Young Lady back in triumph!"
Outside the Mountain Gate, several thousand Ouyang Family disciples stood in neat formation and cheered in unison.
Even the clan elders who normally ignored worldly affairs had all emerged from seclusion at this moment, standing by the roadside with flushed faces, craning their necks in eager expectation.
Who did not know by now that the Ouyang Family had completely risen? Not only had they stolen the limelight in the selection trial, they also had Shen Yun, this slowly rising new star whose future was without limit.
These past days, the Ouyang Family's threshold had practically been trampled flat by forces from every side.
Those lofty immortal sects and great clans had all prepared lavish gifts and come calling, their attentive manner a hundred times greater than when they had faced Pure Bliss Mansion in the past.
Even the top Dao lineages beyond the Eastern Divine Continent, colossal existences like Xinjian Studio and the True Martial Alliance, disregarded the long distance and sent people one after another to deliver calling cards.
In name, they had come to offer congratulations, but anyone with clear eyes knew that the one they truly wished to befriend was Shen Yun, this future giant.
"Make way, make way!"
Seeing the disciples crowding around, Ouyang Yuanshan hurriedly squeezed out of the throng and