Journey to the Primordial Holy Land

Author's Note: My sincerest apologies—I was too busy to write last night, so I'm making up for it now.

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The next day.

"Whoooosh~~~"

"Munch munch munch."

"Hehehe..."

Beside Su Muwan's bedroom in the Su Family Villa.

Qin Luo sighed helplessly as he watched Su Muwan, satisfied and sound asleep, murmuring something unintelligible under her breath.

The domineering young mistress really didn’t treat him like a human being at all.

She bit him—and he had the marks to prove it.

Qin Luo gently touched the clearly visible bite marks on his neck.

A faint sting reminded him of Su Muwan’s flushed face last night, her eyes gleaming with excitement as if they had turned into two little ❤s.

"Ah..."

Qin Luo exhaled deeply, glancing at Su Muwan, who had kicked off her blankets and now looked perfectly normal again. He stepped forward and pulled the covers back over her.

Then, he walked to the mirror and straightened his clothes.

Ouch...

Pulling aside his collar, he saw the marks Su Muwan had left all over him the night before.

As memories of her from last night resurfaced, the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

Hey, hey, hey...

That state of hers was clearly not normal, right?!

And that so-called "trust level" was definitely not just about trust!

What kind of "reward" was this anyway? "Love unto death"... Don’t give me something so obviously problematic!

"Luoluo... I love you so much..."

"......"

Whatever... As long as the young mistress is happy.

Qin Luo shook his head and left the bedroom. Today, he had somewhere to go—on behalf of the Alliance.

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Gurgle~!

Beneath the towering headquarters of the Alliance.

Amidst a surge of dark energy, Qin Luo’s figure materialized.

"Qin Luo, you’re here."

This time, Qin Luo was actually punctual, which gave Ouyang Xuan a faint sense of relief.

Qin Luo smiled. "Given the gravity of the matter, I had to be on time."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to an elderly man in white robes standing nearby. "This must be the elder from the Primordial Sacred Land here to guide us, I presume?"

The white-robed elder stood with an aura so restrained it seemed to merge with heaven and earth itself.

But Ouyang Xuan knew this man’s cultivation likely surpassed that of every sect representative who had attended the Alliance’s previous meeting.

He stepped closer to Qin Luo and explained, "Qin Luo, this is Elder Gong from the Primordial Sacred Land, the master of the Spirit Beast Mountain."

"He’s here to escort us into the Primordial Sacred Land."

The matter of the alliance pact was no trivial affair. As one of the most powerful forces in the Profound Heaven Realm, the Primordial Sacred Land demanded a personal visit.

Qin Luo had already drafted the terms of the pact.

Master of the Spirit Beast Mountain?

A peculiar glint flashed in Qin Luo’s eyes as if he had just thought of something.

What a coincidence.

Elder Gong gave a slight nod and began waving the horsetail whisk in his hand.

With each motion—

"Mooooo~~~"

A deep, resonant call echoed from the distance.

Soon, a vibrant, spirit-infused azure ox came galloping through the sky, pulling a wooden cart behind it.

Elder Gong’s expression remained composed, but a trace of pride flickered in his eyes as he calmly explained, "This is the Heaven-Devouring Spirit Ox, my most prized spirit beast. It has been by my side since the earliest days of my cultivation."

Heaven-Devouring Spirit Ox?

An ox?

Qin Luo blinked, an inexplicable thought crossing his mind.

The spirit ox seemed to sense the group’s attention. It shook its head slightly, its large, bell-like eyes blinking as if asserting its dominance.

Its tail flicked playfully, stirring faint traces of spiritual energy—a silent boast of its agility and superiority.

As it drew near, it lowered its head and sniffed Elder Gong’s robe affectionately, nuzzling against him before lifting its head again. With a snort, twin jets of white steam shot from its nostrils, accompanied by a deep, rumbling "Moo."

Every movement radiated arrogance.

Elder Gong patted the ox’s head before lightly stepping onto the cart. "Board, both of you," he said impassively. "I’ll take you to meet the sect master."

He was well aware of the Alliance’s purpose—to negotiate the terms of the alliance pact.

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One hour later.

Shocking! Unbelievable!

Primordial Sacred Land.

Inside the grand hall.

Sect Master Feng Yutian and a gathering of elders all turned their gazes toward Qin Luo and Ouyang Xuan standing before them.

"Are you saying... this alliance pact was collectively discussed and agreed upon by the other sects?"

Feng Yutian’s brows furrowed, his voice laced with unmistakable astonishment and doubt.

The Alliance’s acting minister and a key member had personally come to the Primordial Sacred Land—proof enough of their sincerity.

Naturally, the sect was willing to welcome them for discussions.

But...

Wasn’t this a bit too outrageous?

Qin Luo nodded slightly with a composed smile. "Sect Master Feng."

"With conflicts raging among the various factions, this pact was drafted to prevent further chaos and disorder."

"All sects must now obtain official approval from the local Alliance branch before initiating disciple recruitment."

"This measure is meant to curb those with ulterior motives from recklessly expanding their forces and disrupting the balance of power."

That... did make some sense.

The elders exchanged glances.

They might not know much about the Alliance, but they were all too familiar with the nature of sects in the Profound Heaven Realm.

These were the kind of people who would wage wars over the slightest resource advantage—locusts in human form.

Such a rule would reasonably deter any sect scheming in the shadows.

And if anyone dared break it, a joint extermination would be justified.

However—

One elder couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. "Preposterous! This is nothing but unnecessary meddling! Since when does the Primordial Sacred Land need outsiders dictating how we recruit disciples? This is nothing but a restriction on our growth!"

His outburst ignited a wave of protests from like-minded elders, and the hall erupted into chaos.

Qin Luo merely smiled, his eyes flickering toward a certain figure in the crowd.

The man understood immediately.

The next moment—

"Everyone, please calm down."

Feng Chu, the insider, raised his hand to silence the uproar before patiently explaining, "Honored elders, allow me to speak."

"While this rule may seem restrictive, it is, in truth, a form of protection and balance."

"Without such constraints, unchecked expansion and resource plundering would inevitably lead to all-out war."

"By then, the chaos could plunge the entire ancient sect world into irreversible ruin."

Feng Chu was a prodigy of the Primordial Sacred Land, one of Feng Yutian’s adopted sons, and a figure long regarded as a firebrand by many elders. Seeing him advocate for reason left the previously vocal opponents stunned into silence.

They stared in bewilderment.

Had this kid undergone a change of heart? Since when did he advocate for peaceful discussion?

Feng Yutian nodded in agreement.

Truthfully, after sending disciples to gather information about the modern world, he had come to realize that this era was a hundred times more stable than the Profound Heaven Realm.

Innovations flourished, and countless schools of thought thrived in competition.

The common folk lived in peace and contentment, and if possible, they had no desire to disrupt this balance.

However...

Feng Yutian fixed his gaze on Qin Luo and said solemnly, "In this era of spiritual resurgence, ancient opportunities emerge endlessly. How should such a phenomenon be regulated?"