Chapter 570: The Whereabouts of Ancestor Luo, the Possible Return of [Crimson Spirit Wings]

Time flowed, the years passed like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, 10 years had gone by.

Ten years—not too long, not too short. But enough for the cultivators of the Red Algae Sea to calm down and gradually forget Lüqiu Jinyuan’s death a decade ago.

During this time, Wei Tu once contacted Lüqiu Qingfeng through Nangong Zhe as the intermediary.

The negotiation went smoothly.

There was no backstabbing or breaking of the agreement.

Instead, both Nangong Zhe and Lüqiu Qingfeng were cautious, carefully maintaining the fragile alliance between them.

Lüqiu Qingfeng even brought up, on her own initiative, that she was willing to repay the favor of receiving Lüqiu Jinyuan’s body with an equivalent treasure in the future.

Wei Tu wasn’t surprised.

After all, compared to him, Lüqiu Qingfeng had more to fear if the Lüqiu Clan discovered she had conspired with him to kill a “pure-blood descendant.”

On top of that, his own strength had already reached a level that Lüqiu Qingfeng had to dread.

If she didn’t try to win him over, that would’ve been strange.

“When the Ninth Princess breaks through to late Nascent Soul, it will be the time to invite Fellow Daoist Wei… Master Wei, to the Lüqiu Clan as an honored guest.”

Nangong Zhe smiled broadly as he promised.

On the surface, taking up the role of a clan offering wouldn’t give Wei Tu, a powerhouse, any direct tangible benefit.

But the hidden meaning was clear: once Wei Tu became an offering of the Lüqiu Clan, he no longer had to worry about being hunted by them.

This was giving him a “clean identity,” freeing him from danger.

“Many thanks to the Ninth Princess and President Nangong.”

Wei Tu wasn’t a fool; he heard the meaning between the lines. He cupped his hands in thanks to Nangong Zhe.

…

After sending off Nangong Zhe, Wei Tu returned to his secluded chamber to continue observing the Wind Cleaving Eagle’s bloodline transformation.

Now, it had been exactly 10 years since he gave it the blood exchange.

In the early years, its condition was unstable. Its body exploded no fewer than 17 times.

But two years ago, after its heart’s transformation was fully complete, it finally stabilized and even began to heal its internal injuries.

At the same time, its body started showing the “traits” of the Lüqiu Clan’s true spirit bloodline.

Its wings turned crimson, and its crest feathers turned white.

“The question is, after the Wind Cleaving Eagle fully evolves into a pure-blood descendant like Lüqiu Jinyuan, will it gain a divine ability like [Crimson Spirit Wings]…”

Wei Tu’s heart was filled with anticipation.

Yes, Lüqiu Jinyuan had fallen to his hand ten years ago, dying miserably.

But that didn’t mean the [Crimson Spirit Wings], that space-escape divine ability, wasn’t formidable.

If he hadn’t had the Nine Secrets of Vitality, the advantage of being at mid-stage Body Refinement Fourth Rank, and several other techniques stacked together, he might never have even touched Lüqiu Jinyuan in battle.

Spatial escape arts, even in the Spirit Realm, belonged to the highest tier of movement techniques. Their growth potential far surpassed his own Curse Ghost Blood Escape Art.

“Not only might the Wind Cleaving Eagle develop [Crimson Spirit Wings] in the future, but Lüqiu Qingfeng could also gain it after devouring Lüqiu Jinyuan…”

Wei Tu thought to himself.

With the many demonic techniques he had mastered, Wei Tu could easily guess the method Lüqiu Qingfeng would use with Lüqiu Jinyuan’s corpse as her breakthrough opportunity.

Nothing more than refining him into a “human pill,” absorbing the bloodline of her own kin, and using that to break through her cultivation barrier.

Such things weren’t rare in the cultivation world.

After all, Lüqiu Qingfeng was already a direct descendant of the Lüqiu Clan, with an exceptionally high bloodline rank.

Now, if she refined Lüqiu Jinyuan, a “pure-blood descendant,” her own bloodline might advance one step further, reaching that same level.

At that time, she could very well awaken the innate divine ability of the Nine Phoenix God, just like Lüqiu Jinyuan.

“A pity. She’s a female cultivator and also my ally. Otherwise, if she were a spirit beast, capturing her as a spirit pet would’ve been a fine choice.”

Wei Tu sighed softly and pushed the thought aside.

He couldn’t accept the demonic path’s way of treating people as pills, let alone treating people as mounts.

…

“Master, there is news.”

Several more years passed in a flash.

On this day, just after Wei Tu had finished a meditation session, Xue Hongmian gracefully approached, standing outside the door. She bowed lightly and reported in a clear voice.

“What news?”

Wei Tu opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

After slaying Lüqiu Jinyuan and Elder Guang, his wealth had grown significantly. The number of spirit crystals in his possession had reached 300.

Even after distributing some to Fu Zhizhou and Cao Mi, who had also contributed, he still kept quite a lot.

So, during this period, his cultivation had advanced rapidly.

Now, although he was still short of the peak of mid-stage Nascent Soul, he was close. Within a few decades, before the “Zunwang Palace” secret realm opened, he was confident he could break through.

“Is it news of Lüqiu Qingfeng?”

Wei Tu asked.

Breaking through from mid-stage to late-stage Nascent Soul was only a minor realm advancement. With enough accumulation, it wouldn’t take long.

By now, it had already been 7–8 years since Lüqiu Qingfeng had obtained Lüqiu Jinyuan’s corpse.

By calculation, it should be about time for her to finish seclusion and summon him as the Lüqiu Clan’s offering.

“Reporting to Master, it is news about Ruyi Tower.”

Xue Hongmian paused slightly before replying.

“Ruyi Tower?” Wei Tu raised his brows. With a wave of his sleeve, he opened the stone door of his cave and motioned for Xue Hongmian to enter and explain in detail.

Over 20 years ago, in order to persuade Cao Mi to join the risky siege against Lüqiu Jinyuan, he had promised that once Lüqiu Jinyuan was dead, he would help rescue her uncle-master, Ancestor Luo.

Afterward, he indeed kept his word.

After Lüqiu Jinyuan’s death, he tasked Xue Hongmian, using her identity as an elder of Ruyi Tower, to secretly investigate Ancestor Luo’s whereabouts.

Now, more than 10 years had passed.

At last, the results had surfaced.

Xue Hongmian, dressed in a pink gown, her brows delicate and features graceful, carried the charm of a mature woman. Hearing Wei Tu summon her, joy touched her face, making her even more radiant.

“Master, this is the intelligence I have gathered. Please take a look.”

She entered the cave, bowed formally, and then raised her hand, offering a cyan jade slip to Wei Tu.

Wei Tu accepted it. With a sweep of his divine sense, his expression grew thoughtful.

The jade slip didn’t record Ancestor Luo’s exact whereabouts. Instead, it contained two possible conjectures.

The first conjecture was that Ancestor Luo had already been drained and perished over 100 years ago by several Nascent Soul cultivators.

The second conjecture was that a female cultivator named Luo Mingzhen might in fact be the Ancestor Luo whom Wei Tu and Cao Mi were searching for.

This woman had already been sold into the Yin Ghost Sect, where she became the concubine of a certain elder.