Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 430 - 428: Return, Part 2
Chapter 430: Chapter 428: Return, Part 2
“You, kid, finally know how to come back!”
The flamboyant man in white, holding a folding fan, stepped forward and gave Lou Yi a hard punch.
With big eyes, a high forehead, a wide chin, and always waving a folding fan in front of him, even in winter, who else but the long-unseen Zhan Weida?
“Hearing you’re getting married, I rushed back overnight.”
Lou Yi looked at the woman not far behind Zhan Weida, whose appearance was delicate and pretty, wearing loose white clothes, but couldn’t conceal her slightly bulging belly.
“Xu Yun, is she…?” Lou Yi asked in surprise.
“We were supposed to get married last year, but waited for you until now.” Zhan Weida said discontentedly.
“Alright, alright, I’ll definitely make it up to you.” Lou Yi smiled as he walked towards other acquaintances.
“Uncle.”
The elder whom Lou Yi called “Uncle” had disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, barefoot on the ground. He was the seasoned Martial Artist, Old Man Shi.
Lou Yi sensed his cultivation and found that he had reached the peak of a Martial Artist, not far from Meng Konghua, the former top expert of Wangjiang.
“I heard from Caifeng that you’ve never visited her.”
Old Man Shi crossed his arms, looking at him with a displeased expression.
“I wasn’t able to come down the mountain due to insufficient cultivation before; I’m planning to go this year.” Lou Yi promised immediately.
Hearing Lou Yi say this, Old Man Shi’s expression finally softened a bit.
“Brother Yi!”
Beside Old Man Shi stood a handsome man, it was Liu Yuan, the wanderer who had followed Lou Yi all the way from the dungeon in Xinxiang, the name “Brother Yi” was uniquely his to call.
At this time, Liu Yuan had already grown a beard, appearing much more stable than before.
“Sect Leader!”
“Sect Master!”
Other members of the Wangjiang Sect, upon hearing the news, also came running out one by one.
The one-armed elder Daoist Xuanji, with lean features and piercing eyes.
Overlord Chu Feng, carrying a golden melon, with a muscular build and astonishingly vigorous Qi-Blood, had impressively reached the peak of a Martial Artist, slightly surpassing both Old Man Shi and Daoist Xuanji, making him the strongest among the crowd present.
Once the senior brother of the Extreme Fist Sect, Chen Muju, although also missing an arm, had greatly advanced his cultivation, reaching the Great Cycle Level.
And the companion from the Beast Hunter Guard, Yan Ze, this Little Braids Martial Artist, holding a black-skinned girl’s hand, had evidently settled and integrated into the place.
Lou Yi also saw the old boatman who helped them across the Longjiang River, holding a smoking pipe, laughing cheerfully, and looking hale and hearty.
And two strange-looking individuals.
A little girl around ten years old, whose sallow complexion had long disappeared, her skin now fair and smooth, complementing her oval face and intelligent eyes, could be called a budding beauty.
It’s just a pity that her back had two slight protrusions, pushing up her clothes.
Beside her was a middle-aged man, with bronze skin, a lean build, and an elliptical red lump on his chin.
These two were indeed Feng Heguang and his daughter, having hurried over from Le City.
As Lou Yi expected, Feng Heguang’s talent was astonishing, having only joined the sect for just over a year, he had progressed from a normal person with no martial training to the level of a Small Cycle Martial Artist.
It can be anticipated that his potential is extremely impressive.
“Sect Leader Lou, all is well?”
Besides the people from the Wangjiang Sect, the representative figures of local forces in Ping’an Village, Sang Peng and Sang Sheng, also greeted Lou Yi warmly.
The two sides had previously been in a conflict due to Jia Hong stealing the Immortal Ascension Order.
However, during Lou Yi’s four-year absence, the Wangjiang Sect had recruited many disciples in Ping’an Village.
At this time, they had completely integrated into the village, forming close relationships with the local powers, and the past issues were no longer a concern.
The crowd welcomed Lou Yi back into town.
“Ayi, what’s it like in the immortal sect? Are there a bunch of peerless masters?” Zhan Weida asked excitedly.
“How did your studies go inside?” Old Man Shi inquired curiously.
Seeing the curious and gossiping eyes of the crowd around, Lou Yi suddenly felt like the only college student returning to his village.
“The Corpse-Driving Sect indeed has experts everywhere, many Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators can fly with magical artifacts. With just a casual strike, they can crush a small hill,” Lou Yi said with a smile.
He naturally catered to their interests, picking things the crowd would be intrigued by.
“Hiss…” The crowd immediately gasped in surprise.
Who knows what expression they would have if they knew Lou Yi had already killed more than one Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator.
Returning to the city in Ping’an Village.
After staying for a moment at the Wangjiang Sect’s mansion, Lou Yi went to an inconspicuous residence in the depths of the city to visit Immortal Master Xia.
At the entrance, a middle-aged man with dead fish eyes, full of vitality, stood straight, guarding Immortal Master Xia’s safety.
He clearly recognized Lou Yi, nodding slightly when he saw him approaching, and allowed him in.
The white-haired yet rosy-faced Immortal Master Xia had just finished drawing a talisman, with a bit of sweat on his forehead, he smiled upon seeing Lou Yi: “It’s been a long time, Sect Leader Lou. How have you been?”
“Very well, and I have to thank Immortal Master Xia for guiding the way back then.” Lou Yi’s expression became solemn, and he saluted Immortal Master Xia.
When they first arrived in Ping’an Village, Immortal Master Xia showed no signs of being xenophobic, treating them and the local natives equally.
Not only did he give the Immortal Ascension Order to Shi Caifeng and her brother, but he also taught Lou Yi much about the Cultivation Realm, guiding him to the Corpse-Driving Sect, which led to his subsequent admission into the sect.
“Oh, it was just a small effort,” Immortal Master Xia said nonchalantly.
He glanced at Lou Yi in surprise: “Sect Leader Lou’s cultivation has reached the fourth level of Qi Cultivation; it seems you’ve put in a lot of hard work over these years.”
“Just lucky, just lucky.”
“A few days ago, a cultivation family came over, looking to cause trouble for our Ping’an Village. On that day, I happened to be out on the mountain collecting herbs, not in the village. Fortunately, there was a mysterious black-armored man who appeared…”
In their chatting, Immortal Master Xia mentioned Lou Er’s presence.
“He’s my friend,” Lou Yi said with a smile.
Outside, several people also asked him about this matter, and he casually brushed them off; with Immortal Master Xia, there was no need to hide much.
However, Lou Yi didn’t mention it was his Lifebound Corpse, fearing unnecessary alarm.
And Immortal Master Xia showed a knowing expression.
Before the visit ended, Lou Yi left numerous talismans, magical artifacts, and a thousand-year-old ginseng capable of greatly replenishing Primordial Qi for Immortal Master Xia.
Unlike other lofty cultivators, Immortal Master Xia spent half his life working for Ping’an Village.
He put in his utmost effort to protect this city and its ordinary people within, earning high regard and respect; Lou Yi always admired people like him.
The next period, Lou Yi stayed in Ping’an Village.
Although he was the Sect Leader of the Wangjiang Sect, he didn’t make any big moves, just spent time understanding more about the sect’s system, and resolving inquiries and questions from its disciples and members.
The sect ran well during the days he was absent, so there was no need for him to interfere unnecessarily.
Meanwhile, he inquired information from Sang Peng and Old Man Shi, thoroughly clearing out the monsters in the dangerous places surrounding Ping’an Village.
Amid the sound of gongs and drums, Zhan Weida’s grand wedding arrived swiftly.
It became the most important event in Ping’an Village for several months.
Festooned with lanterns and streamers, drums and gongs filled the air, red ribbons adorned the street at the entrance of the Wangjiang Sect, and every passing child received several candies.
The groom, Zhan Weida, dressed in a brand-new deep red round-collared auspicious robe, cinched with a brocade belt, wearing a headgear adorned with gold flowers, and golden boots clicked beneath him, wore a face full of red glow.
Opposite, Xu Yun, in a phoenix coronet and red veil, covered her face with a round fan…
Several days later.
Early in the morning, Lou Yi summoned all members of the Wangjiang Sect.
“Nowadays, the path of martial arts is cut off, difficult to compare with the path of immortals.
However, even if the path is broken, one can attempt to continue walking it.
I’ve had quite a few insights over the years, which I am willing to share with you all.”
Upon hearing these words, everyone’s spirits lifted.
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