Chapter 547 Return

Wu Chong, who had finished warming up, did not continue to stay in the spirit world. After wasting so much time along the way, it's time to go back to Daqi and see how Lianxing and the others are doing now.

Thinking of this, Wu Chong closed his eyes.

A layer of ripples like water ripples spread out, the figure faded little by little, and slowly retreated from the material world.

When he opened his eyes again, Wu Chong found that he had returned to the material world.

This was the previous boundary of the Hundred Kingdoms Plain.

Looking at the surrounding landscape that I finally had some impression of, my mood suddenly improved.

"Daqi seems to be in this direction."

After a brief identification, Wu Chong flew up and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the area where Daqi was.

Soon, the daughter country that once had some influence appeared below his field of vision. Everything seemed to be the same as yesterday. Wu Chong, who had been away from home for a long time, did not stay too long, but flew over the capital of Daqi in one breath and landed on the boundary of his Jinghai City.

This time, because he had been away from home for too long, Wu Chong felt something was wrong as soon as he landed.

All the human skin puppets that once spread throughout Jinghai City have lost contact. Over hundreds of years, those puppets have long lost their energy and decayed into debris. It can be imagined that when the puppet group failed, it brought too many changes to Jinghai City. Fortunately, that stage has passed, and now Jinghai City has regained its prosperity.

Because there is no human skin puppet to convey information, Wu Chong now doesn't know what Jinghaicheng has developed into.

I only took a cursory glance at the sky above, and I couldn't see the details.

When I came back, it was already night.

After briefly identifying the location, Wu Chong discovered that his mansion was still there.

For hundreds of years, nothing has changed.

Someone should have helped him maintain it while he was away. Thinking of this, he flew back to his yard as before. He always did this every time he came back in the past. Every day until the next morning, disciple Yan Shijiu would be startled when he opened the door and came in to clean.

Only this time, he was discovered as soon as he landed, and an old voice suddenly sounded.

"who!"

In the darkness, a hunched body shouted loudly at Wu Chong who fell in the yard.

Wu Chong stopped, a little surprised.

He glanced back.

With his current strength, how could the mere darkness block his sight? However, when he saw the old man, he was slightly stunned.

The other party may have sensed that something was wrong, so the speed of his feet increased a bit, and he gradually walked to a place where the firelight could shine.

It was an old face with somewhat familiar outlines, yet completely unfamiliar.

"Old teacher?"

The old face looked at Wu Chong, who had almost no changes in front of him, and shouted with a hoarse voice and a trembling voice.

The long-lost Fengchen memory revived in his mind.

He finally saw his long-lost teacher again, just as he had been hundreds of years ago, without any change.

It’s just that I’m old.

"Nineteen, long time no see." Wu Chong looked a little sad. He basically didn't take care of this cheap apprentice since he joined the family. Fast forward hundreds of years, and the once vigorous young swordsman has now become an old man.

He just sensed that Yan Jiu's strength was still at the Golden Core stage.

Normally speaking, the lifespan of the golden elixir stage is about the same now. Not everyone practices immortal magic like him, and the longevity is exaggerated to the point of abnormality.

Birth, old age, illness and death are normal.

If it was martial arts, I'm afraid he would have died earlier. The old people who followed him in the first twenty-eight states are now gone.

"Disciple, I finally see you again."

Yan Shijiu knelt down with excitement. He was really almost desperate.

For hundreds of years, he thought he would never see his teacher again. Perhaps from Wu Chong's perspective, Yan Shijiu was just a cheap apprentice, but from Yan Shijiu's perspective, Wu Chong was the noble man who changed his life.

Without Wu Chong, he would have died long ago.

The most likely destination for an ordinary swordsman is to die in a duel. It was Wu Chong who opened his horizons, allowing him to see a wider world, practice immortal magic, and create a huge family.

To this day, the first family in Jinghaicheng was founded by the descendants of Yan Shijiu.

"I didn't expect you to be so old."

With a thought from Wu Chong, a force washed away Yan Jiu's essence from top to bottom.

"Disciple is old, but I have been helping you guard the legacy you left behind."

Yan Jiu was very excited, like a child trying to prove himself to his father. In the years since Daqi integrated into the world of Shimo, many people have left, but he has always stayed here. It's not because he has nowhere to go, but because he feels that Jinghaicheng is the teacher's legacy and his home.

"Foundation?"

Looking at this disciple, Wu Chong felt for the first time that he was somewhat incompetent as a master.

"Grandpa Zu, what happened?"

There was a noise outside, and some young people rushed in with weapons. Just after seeing the scene in the courtyard, everyone stopped moving, and the young man at the head looked at the grandfather kneeling in the courtyard with a look of disbelief.

In his impression, his grandfather was so proud.

During the most chaotic years in Jinghai City, he single-handedly suppressed all the turmoil, led the frightened people of Jinghai City out of the darkness, and reestablished order.

In the eyes of the younger generation in Jinghaicheng, Yan Shijiu is a god-like existence.

This is the belief of many of them.

But now, this old man with the same beliefs was kneeling in front of a strange young man.

The other party looked so ordinary.

"Everyone get out!"

Yan Jiu turned around and scolded sternly.

"Have you forgotten what I said? No one is allowed to enter this place!"

The young man who had never seen such an expression on Yan Shijiu saw this and immediately led the others to retreat. Before leaving, he glanced at Wu Chong curiously.

‘Is this person the master that my grandfather has always missed? ’

Wu Chong smiled.

The moment these people broke in, he had already seen through them. Their bloodline was similar to that of Yan Jiu, so they should be his descendants.

"Let the teacher laugh. A hundred years ago, the disciple thought that he could not wait for the teacher to come back, so he married a wife and had children, and then he had these descendants. The disciple's original plan was to pass on the task of guarding Jinghai City to these For future generations, I hope they can help the disciples protect Jinghaicheng and wait for the teacher to come back."

Yan Jiu said a little embarrassed.

Wu Chong sighed and waved his hand to help Yan Shijiu up.

"I remember that I seemed to have two disciples." He was a teacher and couldn't even remember the names of his disciples.