Looking Back Thousands of Years

Zhang Guang arrived in an extremely overbearing manner. Before even landing, he first ordered people to kneel down.

The surrounding cultivators frowned slightly, but no one really knelt down. Although their realms were not high, they still had to maintain some dignity. Zhang Guang was naturally strong as a prodigy, but after all he was not the supreme elder of the Zhang family, let alone the patriarch. He had no right to order people to kneel down.

Wang Yangzi leaned against the wall and chuckled. His tall body shrank slightly as he turned to Chen Xia next to him and joked,

"What a coincidence."

Chen Xia nodded slightly, put down the spiritual wine in his hand, and asked in confusion,

"Is this the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao?"

"It's not really that, the predestined relationships in the world are just coincidences. Since you happened to have an enlightenment, you naturally encounter some more coincidental things," Wang Yangzi chuckled and patted Chen Xia on the shoulder again, laughing and asking,

"How will you deal with this? Will you end your enlightenment journey here, or shall I step in to take care of it?"

"Captured alive or half dead, whatever you say, I can naturally do it."

Chen Xia straightened the shabby straw hat on his head and shook his head. "Let's watch first."

The surrounding cultivators thought the same way. They would watch first.

Zhang Guang sat in a white jade palanquin, squinting as he looked over the people present. He suddenly chuckled softly and lowered his head to fiddle with the ring on his hand, speaking lightly,

"Did you not hear me telling you to kneel down, or are you treating me, an elder of the Zhang family, as nothing?"

He paused in fiddling with the ring, his tone sinking as he continued,

"Those who do not kneel within thirty breaths, I will have someone help you kneel!"

The brows of surrounding cultivators furrowed as they felt the tense atmosphere. They did not want to kneel, but seeing the unkind looks from the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators from the Zhang family, they did not want conflict to arise. So they could only sink to their knees and down to the ground.

There were also some cultivators from other sects whose status was not low. Although they were inferior to Zhang Guang, they should not have to kneel to the Zhang family either. So they tilted their heads and ignored Zhang Guang, pretending not to have heard.

Zhang Guang lowered his head to pick up a teacup, took a light sip, and raised his head counting down time. After about thirty breaths, he lightly flicked his fingers and pointed at those in front disdainfully.

"Go, make them kneel for me."

The two Golden Core realm cultivators guarding him immediately took action. Their figures flashed as wretched screams rose up. The cultivators who were originally standing were forced to their knees, their legs broken and blood flowing.

"That's more like it," Zhang Guang nodded satisfactorily and put down his teacup. His gaze turned towards the winery.

Chen Xia and Wang Yangzi in the winery did not kneel down, and the Golden Core cultivators did not bother them either.

Zhang Guang gently waved his hand and the white jade palanquin beneath him started moving, slowly going along the golden carpet towards the winery.

Miserable screams from the kneeling cultivators kept ringing out.

Zhang Guang listened with narrowed eyes, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers, as if enjoying wonderful music, until the white jade palanquin stopped in front of the winery. Only then did he open his eyes, a smile at the corner of his lips as he announced in a loud voice.

"Zhang Guang of the Zhang family, here to learn the Dragon Slaying Skill!"

The surrounding kneeling cultivators kept their heads low, knowing this concerned the struggle between prodigies of the Zhang family. They did not dare watch or listen further.

"You want to slay dragons too?" An indifferent, ancient-sounding voice asked first.

Then a shabbily dressed old man wearing tattered robes slowly walked out, leaning against a pillar of the winery. Next to him was a tall old man, dressed slightly better but still not very fine.

"If others can learn it, I should be able to learn it too," Zhang Guang chuckled in reply.

"Just because others learn something does not mean it is good," Chen Xia said lightly.

Wang Yangzi looked at Chen Xia in slight surprise, feeling that Chen Xia really had the demeanor of an elder to say something like this. In the past, he would have just slapped Zhang Guang to make him sober up.

Zhang Guang shook his head with a laugh. "If it's good when others learn it, it will be even better when I learn it. I just don't know if you want to teach me or not?"

Wang Yangzi shook his head next to Chen Xia. "This child just won't listen to advice."

"Young people, it's understandable to be more impulsive when young," Chen Xia sighed.

Zhang Guang's eyebrows twitched slightly as he continued, "The Dragon Slaying Skill you taught has given me a good opponent. Now isn't it time you taught me as well?"

Chen Xia did not reply, thinking he should just let Wang Yangzi give him a slap. Young people sober up after some beating.

"Zhang Guang!" A sudden shout came from the distance!

A figure descended from the sky with a sword, landing in front of the winery. The sword cries rose up, and when his face appeared, it was the cultivator who had learned the Dragon Slaying Skill from Chen Xia.

Zhang Guang's brows furrowed as he fiddled with the ring on his hand more urgently, showing inner annoyance. He said heavily,

"Zhang Nianming, you really are relentless. You want to compete with me in everything. "

Zhang Nianming's eyes were sharp as he shouted, "You came looking for Master Chen, but the struggle between prodigies of the Zhang family is only between you and me."

The surrounding kneeling cultivators kept their heads down, not daring to watch or speak, afraid of getting involved.

Wang Yangzi did not know where he got a bowl of peanuts from. As he ate, he laughed, "The theatricals of fighting within the same clan, how interesting."

Chen Xia glanced at him. "You still have to pay for the peanuts."

"Of course, of course I'll pay. I'll give you some big pills to make up for it later, okay?" Wang Yangzi was generous and unconcerned as he replied.

"Then you should eat some more," Chen Xia agreed.

The confrontation ahead continued.

Zhang Guang suddenly lowered his head and laughed loudly, more and more intensely, until he reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. Then his expression abruptly darkened as he mocked,

"Prodigy struggle? With just you, not even having entered the Golden Core realm, you dare to speak of prodigy struggles with me? Could it be someone jokingly said something and you actually believed it?"

"With just your Foundation Establishment, what makes you fight me!"

"I won't always just be at Foundation Establishment," Zhang Nianming replied firmly, eyes resolute.

"So what if you won't always be Foundation Establishment? By the time you reach Golden Core, I'll be at Nascent Soul. By the time you're at Nascent Soul, I might even be at the verge of becoming an immortal. You won't catch up to me in your lifetime!" Zhang Guang yelled through gritted teeth, eyes icy cold.

"Wait and see," Zhang Nianming remained very calm.

Dang!

Zhang Guang slammed the armrest heavily and shouted, "Who gave you the courage? Is it that so-called Dragon Slaying Skill, or your Foundation Establishment realm like an ant?"

Spiritual energy suddenly flared around him as killing intent appeared in his eyes. The spiritual energy gathered into a thin golden line, about to shoot out.

The rivers around them suddenly surged, as if becoming respectful gates that stood upright and bowed their heads in submission.

A woman stepped through, coming slowly. She wore light blue skirts, blending in seamlessly with the water. Her head was tilted back slightly, appearing somewhat bored and aloof.

The golden spiritual energy around Zhang Guang's hand instantly dissipated. He tightly gripped the armrest and waited for the woman to approach before standing up and cupping his fists. "Greetings to Lady Qiu Yi."

Qiu Yi tilted her head and glanced at him, not speaking. But she transmitted her voice instead.

"Zhang Feiyu was worried and specifically asked me to come take a look."

"The Deputy Patriarch worries too much. We're just a Golden Core and a Foundation Establishment, nothing can go wrong." Zhang Guang said with a smile.

"It is best so," Qiu Yi replied with transmitted voice. Her gaze suddenly shifted and glanced towards the front at the winery.

There were two elders there, chatting and laughing.

It seemed the elder wearing a straw hat and tattered robes had glanced back at her.

Qiu Yi was slightly startled.

Just one glance, like the turning back of thousands of years.

An extremely deep, far look.

It made her think of the last words Chen Xia had said to her when they parted.

"Ask the sea."

Qiu Yi suddenly looked back.

The rivers lined up and surged, the mountains moved slightly.

Had she found the answer?