The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Shen Yifeng suddenly spoke up.

The three people who had been meditating immediately stood up.

Ye Zhiqiu and Su Jingzhen had a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

It was their first time visiting this place.

There wasn’t much to say about Su Jingzhen—having once been part of the lower ranks, he had never qualified to travel far.

Ye Zhiqiu, on the other hand, was the personal disciple of Ouyang Mingyue, the Vice President of the Alchemist Association.

Yet even so, she had been kept hidden within the Alchemist Association and had never traveled the world.

At this moment, Xuening’s eyes grew complicated once again.

This city, once no less impressive than Yunmeng City or even Qingzhou Holy City, had belonged to her family, the Dantai Clan.

However, with the fall of the Dantai Clan, this Dan Holy City had also faded into obscurity.

After the Dantai Clan’s demise, the various powerful factions that had once gathered here gradually withdrew their branches from the city.

Even though this place could still be considered a prime location, no force dared to claim it.

The power that had destroyed the Dantai Clan back then was too formidable and mysterious.

No major faction was willing to risk getting involved in this matter, just for the sake of occupying a city.

As time passed, Dan Holy City was gradually and selectively forgotten by the major forces of Qingzhou.

It slowly turned into something resembling a dead city.

Of course, over the years, many cultivators who specialized in exploring ancient ruins, and alchemists who still held respect for the Dantai Clan, would come to Dan Holy City.

In fact, a considerable number of bandit cultivators had long used this place as their stronghold.

Otherwise, the chaotic forces around the Dantai Clan’s former territory wouldn’t have been discovered so quickly.

Even as Su Jingzhen and the others continued flying high in the sky, they could see that Dan Holy City was indeed divided into two distinct areas.

One area was dilapidated but appeared relatively normal.

The other area was shrouded in a strange gray mist.

The mist-covered area occupied half of Dan Holy City, located in the southern part of the city.

That area was once the residence of the Dantai Clan in Dan Holy City.

Just by looking at the size of it, Su Jingzhen could imagine the grandeur that the Dantai Clan must have once enjoyed.

After all, even the Feng family, with Feng Xuan presiding over it, did not occupy such a large territory in Yunmeng City.

As their white-feathered eagle began to spiral downward, Su Jingzhen and the others noticed that numerous spiritual birds were descending into Dan Holy City from all directions.

Most of these spiritual birds were carrying dozens of people.

For this kind of event, many factions brought along the younger generation of their sects.

For many, the main appeal was the large number of people and powerful cultivators, making it an ideal place for experience and training.

Of course, there were also quite a few cultivators who had flown in alone on their flying tools.

Dan Holy City, which had been desolate and lifeless for so many years, seemed to regain some of its vitality due to the influx of so many cultivators.

Under Shen Yifeng’s control, the white-feathered eagle descended in altitude but did not stop.

It flew directly into Dan Holy City, heading straight for the edge of the area shrouded in gray mist.

They had spent nearly an entire day traveling, so no matter what, they needed to check out the situation here and see how far things had progressed.

All the top-tier factions aiming to find treasures in the ruins had the same idea as Shen Yifeng and his group.

The first thing they did was head to the edge of this area.

Upon reaching this spot, Su Jingzhen recognized quite a few familiar faces.

Some were people he had seen at the Alchemist Conference, though he couldn’t recall their names.

However, upon seeing them arrive, those individuals quietly distanced themselves, maintaining a vigilant attitude.

The notorious reputation of the Evil Moon Sect was evident.

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In fact, having no one approach them for conversation was a good thing.

At this moment, Su Jingzhen continued searching through the crowd at the edge of the mist.

There were two people he most wanted to see: Evil Moon Sect’s Holy Son, Zou Zeyu, and the controller of the Holy City’s Treasure Gathering Pavilion, Tuoba Junlin of the Tuoba family.

His reason for wanting to see these two was simple: he intended to kill them, nothing more.

Unfortunately, after scanning the area, he didn’t find either of them in this section.

As Su Jingzhen and his group curiously looked around…

Shen Yifeng expanded his divine consciousness, probing into the swirling gray mist.

However, even someone as powerful as Shen Yifeng found that his divine consciousness was instantly shredded upon entering.

Yes, this ever-churning gray mist was the manifestation of the chaotic forces and the chaotic restrictions that shrouded the Dantai Clan ruins.

“Let’s retreat a bit and find a place to wait for a while.

Although these chaotic energies are indeed slowly contracting and weakening, it’s still not the right time to enter,” Shen Yifeng said.

Hearing this, Su Jingzhen lost any interest in investigating further himself.

He simply nodded in agreement, and they directed their white-feathered eagle to fly back.

However, many others were willing to stay at the edge of the gray mist, hoping to be the first to enter when the chaotic energy finally dissipated.

Dan Holy City was still filled with countless buildings.

Though most were in ruins, finding a place to rest was relatively easy.

As they flew over numerous structures and grand halls, it seemed as though the remnants were telling the story of the city’s former glory.

Xuening’s expression grew more complicated.

Although she had never lived here, there was a sense of familiarity, as if her bloodline was resonating with the place.

Seeing the sorrow on Xuening’s face, Su Jingzhen sighed inwardly.

He walked over and gently patted her on the shoulder.

“The past is gone. Focus on what you have now. If you don’t dwell on the past or fear the future, you might be able to reclaim what once was rightfully yours.”

As he spoke, Su Jingzhen gave Xuening a determined look.

Xuening was momentarily stunned, then softly repeated Su Jingzhen’s words to herself.

The confusion and complexity in her eyes gradually gave way to newfound resolve.

“Thank you, Brother Su…”

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Soon, the white-feathered eagle landed.

Shen Yifeng selected a courtyard that was still relatively intact, though not particularly large.

This location was near the center of what used to be Dan Holy City, not far from the swirling gray mist.

If something happened over there, they could quickly reach it.

“As we were coming over, it seemed we picked up a few tails,” Su Jingzhen remarked with a smile after dismounting from the white-feathered eagle.

As a cultivator at the seventh stage of Condensing Divine Consciousness, Su Jingzhen’s divine consciousness was far more powerful than that of ordinary people, making his senses especially sharp.

As Su Jingzhen had been searching for Zou Zeyu and the others earlier, he naturally noticed that many people’s attention was focused on them.

More specifically, their attention was centered on Xuening.

In the Dantai ruins, the descendant of the Dantai Clan was bound to attract attention.

After all, Xuening’s situation within the Evil Moon Sect’s Linjiang Branch was no secret.

Hearing Su Jingzhen’s observation, Shen Yifeng merely smiled faintly and said, “It’s inevitable; no need to pay it any mind.”

Xuening being the center of attention was both normal and expected.

If they were to react to every little bit of surveillance or interest, they would likely exhaust themselves on this journey.

Moreover, it would potentially pit them against the major forces of Qingzhou, Huangzhou, Cangzhou, and beyond.

“Find a spot to meditate and adjust your energies.

Later, I’ll take you out for a walk.

With so many cultivators gathered here, some have already started forming a makeshift marketplace.

I’ll take you to broaden your horizons,” Shen Yifeng added.

Su Jingzhen felt a twinge of excitement at these words.

In the novels he used to read before transmigrating, the protagonists always seemed to find rare treasures at such marketplaces or auctions.

Now that it was his turn, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d have the same luck.

However, Ye Zhiqiu expressed some concern, saying, “Xuening’s identity is special. Is it really wise for us to parade around so openly like this?”

Being watched from a distance was one thing, especially with Shen Yifeng present—most people would only dare to follow from afar.

But in a bustling marketplace like the one Shen Yifeng described, where it was crowded and noisy, someone might lose patience and provoke trouble.

From Ye Zhiqiu’s perspective, staying low-key and quietly waiting for the opportunity to enter the ruins seemed the most prudent course of action.

“With this old man here, you don’t have to worry about anything, girl from the Ye family.

If anyone is foolish enough to cause trouble, it might be time for the world to remember the name of Bloodhand Asura once again,” Shen Yifeng replied, his voice carrying a cold edge.

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