As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1126: Chapter 326: The Pure Martial Path Ends, Beyond Martial Saint, Titled Dragon King Gouzi’s Feast [Monthly Ticket Requested]

Lv Taibai set up an altar under the Qiankun plaque at the Divine Sect Mountain Gate, paying simple homage to the Grandmaster before retreating into the carriage and pulling down the curtain.

Besides Lv Taibai, the team leader was the Second Elder Zhao Fangzhou, who had a fiery temper and explosive strength, full of the spirit of combat, making him the most suitable Elder to lead the team.

This was not Zhao Fangzhou’s first time leading a team.

The Flood Dragon Horse neighed, raised and lowered its hooves, snow and wind exploded, the wheels roared.

The Divine Sect procession entered Qianyuan Tao City, heading towards the docks of Qiankun River inside Qianyuan Tao City.

At the dock, a nine-story Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Ship was anchored, like a giant monstrosity, with pavilions and towers featuring flying eaves and curved corners built upon it, soaring nine stories high, with carved beams and painted rafters, exquisite and astonishing!

Daoist Master Yue Huanglong, draped in a Crane Robe, smiled warmly as he organized and directed the workers on the docks, guiding the young disciples sent by various Noble Families onto the Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Ship.

When the Divine Sect convoy arrived, a sharp and wary glint flashed in Yue Huanglong’s eyes. For the past month, he had basically holed up in the City Lord’s Mansion, not daring to show his face, while being extremely cautious, fearing Lv Taibai might don a disguise to seek trouble with him.

Li Che lifted the curtain, embraced Xi Xi and descended from the carriage, holding Zhang Ya’s hand in the other.

”Li Half-Saint, as you go to the Divine Capital, be sure to stay safe on the journey. You’re our Qiankun Tao City’s treasured Divine Sculpture Half-Saint, it’s too difficult for Qiankun Tao City to produce another Divine Sculpture Half-Saint...”

Yue Huanglong greeted Li Che with a smile, as Li Che appeared gentle and refined, seemingly harmless.

In reality, Li Che bore a great killing intent towards Yue Huanglong, for he committed inhuman deeds.

The Su Family was massacred without mercy by Yue Huanglong, who even poured dirty water on the Underworld...

This man’s name still exists in the Book of Life and Death.

However, Yue Huanglong is extremely powerful, and in Li Che’s judgment, he ranks as First-class Peak, although not comparable to Lv Taibai who ranks among the Absolute Peak at the Heavenly Gate, he is nonetheless quite formidable.

Additionally, as the Daoist Master of Qianyuan Tao City, while within the city, he is blessed by the Divine Formation of this thousand-year-old city, with numerous techniques. Li Che was not in a hurry to act and was waiting for his cultivation breakthrough.

The group boarded the Yellow Dragon Ship, marking their first time on board, as Xi Xi excitedly led a group of companions, running from the bow to the stern and then from the stern back to the bow!

Li Che and Zhang Ya began laying the bed in the cabin’s rooms, even though with the Yellow Dragon Ship traveling along the Grand Canal, it would take no more than half a month to reach the Divine Capital.

But half a month is actually not short.

”Set sail—!!!”

On the deck, the captain, with a Grandmaster cultivation, let out a long howl.

Immediately, the sails raised, the north wind whistled, and the great ship slowly started to leave the dock, breaking through the surging waters of the Qiankun River, sailing forward, steering towards the direction of the Grand Canal.

On the nine-story Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Ship, everyone gathered at the railings, climbing high for a distant view.

Li Qingshan accompanied Nurse Momo, sitting on a chair, gazing at the picturesque scenery.

Zhang Ya hugged Li Che’s arm, her head resting on it, a smile of contentment playing on her lips.

She wanted to accompany her husband and daughter...

Traversing mountains and rivers, always moving forward.

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Yue Huanglong stood on the wet dock cliff stone, hands behind his back, draped in a Crane Robe, beside him was Yan Jing, the Divine Guard Army Grand Marshal at Qi Sea Peak.

”Finally departed... It’s a pity, if not for Lv Taibai personally leading, otherwise, if the Qian Yuan Divine Sect procession were buried at the bottom of the Grand Canal, the future Qi Fortune of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect would surely be weakened by three points.”

”I would also find it much easier in Qianyuan Tao City.”

Yue Huanglong said with a smile.

Yan Jing’s armor clanged nearby, unable to help but turn his head; how could you still speak so benignly while uttering such cruel words?

”Especially the Young Sect Master Li Nuanxi, this girl... her talent is truly astonishing, six years old... condensing the Divine Minister of the Three Pure Ranks, unbelievable, truly unbelievable.”

”If she grows up, she will surely be another Lv Taibai!”

Yue Huanglong’s smile gradually faded as he exhaled turbid air.

He looked at Yan Jing: ”Let the Lynx send out the letter, saying the Qian Yuan Divine Sect procession has already set off, heading north along the Grand Canal.”

”The Dragon God Lineage... lost a Dragon Son, that Ao Lie was a Martial Saint level Dragon Son, the heart’s desire of that Titled Old Dragon King from the Dragon God Clan, this Old Dragon is naturally infuriated.”

”Just as well, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect procession chose the water route this time, that Titled Old Dragon... even Lv Taibai would find it a headache to deal with on the water route.”

Yue Huanglong rubbed his chubby hands.

”Prepare, we’re going to check out the commotion too...”

”If we can snag something, it would be best, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect has enough pressure with one Lv Taibai, and now there’s also Li Nuanxi...”

”Do they intend to leave no room for others to live...?”

”Being a city official is truly difficult.”

Yue Huanglong said to Yan Jing.

As the words fell, Crane Robe fluttered, striding towards the Daoist Master Mansion.

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Nine-story Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Ship.

Flying eaves and curving corners, railings swept by the wind.

Li Che embraced Zhang Ya as they stood upon it, his eyes filled with countless lines crisscrossing intricately.

After a long time.

His gaze gradually solidified, withdrawing the unspoken Heaven and Earth chessboard enveloping the dock.

Looking outwards, the river surged, river winds wafted, his jet-black hair fiercely whipped the void.

Li Che’s gaze gradually grew cold.

”Yue Huanglong and...”

”Dragon God Clan...”

”Titled Dragon King?”

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Thunder Alley.

In the restaurant, dim yellow light cast shadows.

The boss sat in a chair, legs crossed, holding a cigarette between two fingers, letting the smoke curl and burn.

A cigarette burned to its end.

Wearing white clothes like snow, the boss slowly stood up, dusting off the bits of ash clinging to his clothes.

Stretching, the boss slowly took a step out, exiting the restaurant.

The Big Black Dog immediately followed promptly.

One man, one dog, one dressed in black, the other in white.

They blended into the wind and snow.

The restaurant, illuminated by dim orange light, gradually became transparent, fading away...

In the end, as if it never existed.

Deep in the alley, a lazy voice drifted with the wind and snow.

”No rush.”

”Just a Titled Dragon King.”

”Gouzi, let’s go feast.”

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