Master, your daughter with the Third Senior Sister is already this grown up

Previously, because he had brought many people along, and the immortal boat was large enough and highly intimidating, Gu Changyuan had chosen the immortal boat as his mode of travel.

Now, with only Bai Ling'er and Gu Xing'er by his side, there was no need for such complexity. Flying directly through the air was more efficient, convenient, and faster than the flying boat.

Gu Changyuan raised his hand, his fingertips tracing two trajectories in the void, tapping around Bai Ling'er and Gu Xing'er.

In an instant, an invisible, paper-thin yet incredibly tough shield enveloped them.

It not only resisted the astral winds and spatial tearing brought by extreme flight speeds but also synchronized their speed with his.

This ensured they could fly at the same ultimate speed without feeling the slightest pressure or discomfort.

"Let's go."

As Gu Changyuan's words fell, his figure transformed into a pale cyan streak of light, too fast for the naked eye to catch, soaring into the sky.

Bai Ling'er, holding Gu Xing'er in her arms, followed closely behind. Guided by that gentle power, they also turned into streaks of light, maintaining a constant distance from Gu Changyuan as they tore through the air.

The speed of the three was like lightning ripping through the sky. The mountains, rivers, and earth below retreated rapidly, blurring into patches of color.

Ordinary cultivators, even if they strained their eyesight, could only see a faint glimmer flashing past the horizon.

The journey was not entirely peaceful.

They sensed spiritual energy fluctuations from cultivators fighting below, and passed by the edges of strange celestial phenomena that appeared auspicious but hid deadly dangers.

They even vaguely noticed one or two obscure and powerful divine senses sweeping across the sky, seemingly curious or wary of these three high-speed streaks of light.

But Gu Changyuan did not stop for any of them.

Minor squabbles had nothing to do with him; minor natural hazards posed no threat to him; and as for the prying senses, they quickly retreated like the tide before the coercive aura he intentionally or unintentionally released, not daring to probe further.

Time flew by, and it was noon on the third day. The scorching sun hung high, casting golden light over the earth.

Gu Changyuan's speed gradually decreased until he hovered over a city.

In the very center of the city stood a giant nine-story pavilion. The gilded plaque bore three majestic words: Wanbao Pavilion.

This was one of the most important peripheral vassal forces of the Celestial Holy Land in the Northern Continent.

The current pavilion master of Wanbao Pavilion did not have high cultivation talent and was not an elder of the Holy Land.

However, his business acumen was superb, his management skills were outstanding, and more importantly, he was fiercely loyal to the Holy Land and had made many contributions.

Relying on piles of resources and the accumulation of time, his cultivation had also reached the peak of the Mahayana realm, enough to guard a region in this Northern Continent.

One must know that with the current prestige of the Celestial Holy Land, countless forces in the Nine Heavens Realm desperately wanted to become its vassal. Even just having the name attached would bring endless benefits and protection.

But the Holy Land was extremely strict in its screening, preferring to go without rather than accept subpar factions.

The fact that Wanbao Pavilion could become one of them and be entrusted with the heavy responsibility of being the commercial hub of the Northern Continent showed how trusted and valuable it was.

Wanbao Pavilion's main function was to serve as the Holy Land's resource collection station, intelligence relay station, and external display and trading window in the Northern Continent.

It collected local specialty resources, rare spiritual materials, and intelligence from the Northern Continent and even regions further north for the Holy Land.

At the same time, it was responsible for selling some of the pills, magical artifacts, and talismans produced or phased out by the Holy Land in exchange for spirit stones or other hard currency to feed back to the Holy Land.

Furthermore, it was an important supply and information support point for Holy Land disciples active in the Northern Continent.

At this moment, Gu Changyuan's sixth disciple, Qin Yu, and seventh disciple, Fang Yuwei, were here dealing with the friction between Wanbao Pavilion and another major local sect, the Profound Nether Sect.

While traveling, Gu Changyuan realized that the straight-line path to the Outer Realm happened to pass right over Treasure Gathering City, where Wanbao Pavilion was located.

Thus, he decided on a whim to stop here for a short while, just an hour or two. Firstly, to meet these two disciples, see how they were doing, and conveniently solve the trouble before them.

Secondly, after several days of extreme-speed travel, although he wasn't tired, it would be good to let Bai Ling'er and Gu Xing'er rest and adjust a bit.

The figures of the three appeared above Wanbao Pavilion, without deliberately hiding their auras.

Immediately, several tyrannical divine senses swept over from various parts of the pavilion, carrying a sense of vigilance. At the same time, several figures flew up from different floors, clearly the expert guards of the pavilion.

"Who dares to trespass on Wanbao..."

The lead guard captain shouted sternly, but before he could finish his words...

"Step down!"

A steady male voice, carrying uncontrollable excitement, exploded like thunder from the top floor of Wanbao Pavilion, instantly drowning out all the noise.

Following that, two figures shot out from the quiet room at the top of the pavilion, leaving faint afterimages in the air due to their sheer speed. In the blink of an eye, they arrived before Gu Changyuan and the other two.

It was exactly Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei.

Qin Yu wore a cyan martial outfit, his figure tall and straight, his face resolute, and his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Fang Yuwei wore a light yellow dress, her figure graceful and her appearance elegant.

At this moment, both of them wore expressions of utter disbelief, their eyes locked dead onto the black-clad figure standing beside Bai Ling'er.

Even though they had long known of their master's return from the Holy Land's messages, seeing the figure they had dreamed of for a thousand years actually standing before them was a different matter.

The massive impact still caused their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

A thousand years of worry, longing, and countless words they wanted to say were all blocked in their chests at this moment, turning into an uncontrollable sour heat in their eyes.

Qin Yu's lips moved slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

His gaze shifted from Gu Changyuan to Bai Ling'er's face, and finally landed on the adorable little girl in her arms, who was looking at them curiously—Gu Xing'er.

Perhaps he was too excited, causing his brain to short-circuit a bit, or perhaps the close proximity and intimate demeanor between Gu Xing'er and Bai Ling'er gave him the wrong impression. Qin Yu opened his mouth and, as if possessed by a ghost, blurted out:

"Master, the daughter you and Third Senior Sister had is already this big?!"

One sentence, earth-shattering!

This sentence directly shattered the original atmosphere.

Fang Yuwei's face darkened. She rested her forehead in her hand, letting out a helpless sigh.

Unable to bear it any longer, she raised her hand and smacked Qin Yu hard on the forehead, hitting him so hard he stumbled.

"Master, you know how it is,"

Fang Yuwei quickly explained to Gu Changyuan, her tone carrying an awkward mix of anger and amusement.

"Sixth Senior Brother's brain wasn't very good back then, and it's still the same now."

Gu Changyuan's mouth also twitched at Qin Yu's sudden godly question, leaving him speechless for a long while.

He had calculated a thousand things, but he never calculated that the very first sentence upon their reunion, his own sixth disciple could pull off such a stunt. What a piece of work.

As expected of the Five Elements Chaos Body—he lacked none of the five elements, but he lacked a screw in his brain.