Chapter 1611 - 469: Second Uncle and the Hen (First Update)

Yan Sen and Yama, two prodigious talents with boundless futures, both suffered devastating setbacks in the matter concerning the Shen Family.

One was assassinated while pursuing the Shen Family’s prodigy, Shen Hanyi, and the other died under unclear circumstances while on a mission to invite Master Qingzhou.

This prompted the Yan Family to angrily demand an explanation from the Fifth Tail, leading to a conflict that ultimately ended with the destruction of the Shen Family.

However...

These were just the official statements released by the Yan Family.

In secret, another version circulated—

Both of those prodigies were actually killed by the same person—Zhou Qing!

It is said that a glimpse of the truth was only revealed through a secret technique personally performed by the Yan Family’s Patriarch, but the exact truth remains unknown.

"Fifth Ancestor, Seventh Ancestor, Ninth Ancestor of the Yan Family!" Intense killing intent surged in Zhou Qing’s eyes.

The disciples of over a million from the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, Golden Thunder Sect, Phecda Sect, and Cangyan Daoist Palace all died at the hands of these three.

If this blood debt is not repaid...

How could he face those who died because of him!

Just as Zhou Qing was about to leave the inn to verify the information elsewhere, his peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of a figure through a second-floor lattice window, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Through the carved windowsill, on the long street below, a middle-aged man with a hen perched on his shoulder was leisurely strolling.

The hen, with its disheveled feathers, tilted its head, its beady eyes displaying a hint of foolishness.

Above the man’s head hovered a line of golden text—[A Trustworthy Young Fellow]!

"Second Uncle—"

Zhou Qing’s throat tightened, tears instantly welled up in his eyes, and his voice trembled without him realizing it.

He could no longer hide his whereabouts, leaping through, and the wooden window shattered under the surging force.

"Goo?!" The hen, initially dozing on Second Uncle’s shoulder, suddenly turned its head as if sensing something.

Only to see a figure with gray hair and wearing a mask pouncing directly at them.

The usually vacant beady eyes actually flashed with a rare hint of human-like surprise.

Bam!

Second Uncle had just lifted his foot to step onto the pharmacy’s threshold beside him when a tremendous force from behind made him stagger.

Before he could react, a pair of distinctly knuckled large hands tightly clasped his waist with astonishing strength.

"Hiss—" Second Uncle glanced down at those unmistakably masculine hands and immediately flared up.

"Such shameless old rogue! I’ve roamed the world for a thousand years, and I hate such debauchery—"

"Second Uncle!"

Before he could finish shouting, Zhou Qing’s trembling voice came from behind, and Second Uncle’s entire body shook violently.

His head eerily turned 180 degrees, his neck twisting into an exaggerated angle, facing Zhou Qing’s teary face.

This terrifying sight made the once-excited and nostalgic Zhou Qing’s hair stand on end.

He hastily released his arms and instinctively took half a step back.

Only then did Second Uncle’s body slowly turn back, his eyes flickering with disbelief: "Zhou Qing?!"

"It’s me, Second Uncle!" Zhou Qing nodded heavily, eyes brimming with tears.

"You brat!" Second Uncle punched Zhou Qing in the chest, but the force was as light as a caress, "Do you know how worried I’ve been about you!"

Zhou Qing finally broke into a smile, at this moment, he felt like he had found family, his pillar of support.

...

In the guest room of the inn, the warm yellow candlelight flickered gently.

Zhou Qing held the hen in his arms, gently stroking its increasingly glossy feathers, listening with a smile to Second Uncle animatedly recounting his tales.

It turns out that after hurriedly parting that night, Second Uncle once again embarked on the path of escape.

Fortunately, in the nick of time, he forcefully nullified the tracking mark planted by Su Minghe, though severely injured, he saved his life.

This ordeal left him severely weakened, and it took a long time to recover gradually.

Later, he braved returning to the old site of the Shen Family, only to see a ruin shrouded in the fog of obsession.

Numerous cultivators roamed within, scavenging for valuables like vultures.

During these six years, he tried contacting Zhou Qing, but there was never any news.

Now, the entire Nanhuang State knows that Zhou Qing possesses two types of inscription-level divine techniques, and various forces are searching for his whereabouts.

Thus, he speculated that the Fifth Tail must be a focal point for this search, and as long as Zhou Qing wasn’t foolish, he would definitely seek elsewhere with his granddaughter.

For this, he traversed many regions, focusing on locating the third, fifth, and sixth tails.

To make it easier for Zhou Qing to recognize him, he even kept the hen on his shoulder at all times—even though it was a reluctant necessity.

Damn, this creature can now ignore the restrictions of the spirit beast pouch, almost eating his Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng.

On the day he sensed Little Blood’s call for help, he took out the ginseng, only to find two frightening bite marks on it.

That creature, it pained him so much!

"Now at least you’ve found your master," Second Uncle glared at the hen, "Not throwing you away along the way was already going above and beyond."

Zhou Qing laughed and lightly scratched the hen’s chin—during that period, he should have been arranging for Yaoyao’s placement in the Holy Martial Dynasty.

Then, Zhou Qing recounted his experiences after they parted ways.

Second Uncle couldn’t help but sigh deeply after hearing it all.

He had also been at the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, and Immortal Xuan You could be considered his junior sister, yet he never imagined things would end up like this.

"Those Yan Family beasts!" Second Uncle slammed the table angrily, causing a dull sound.

"None of them should think about escaping." Zhou Qing’s eyes flashed with cold light, full of killing intent.

Second Uncle remained silent, his gaze complex.

Soon after, Zhou Qing looked down at the nearly slumbering hen in his arms, then cleared his throat and recounted the situation regarding the Taiqing Sect.

He deliberately lowered his voice, "Following the remnants, I can ascertain that the one who took the Taiqing Sect away is the Ancient Tree from the Grotto Heaven Forbidden Area!"

As he spoke, his peripheral vision constantly watched the hen beneath his hand.

Sure enough, the plump body shivered slightly, causing its feathers to tremble softly.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Zhou Qing’s eyes. It seems that over these six years, the consciousness of this Innate Spirit has become much clearer, no longer muddled as before.

Second Uncle was first taken aback and then showed a look of realization, clapping his hands, "I see!"

He paused for a moment, a flicker of nostalgia in his cloudy eyes, "When I first entered the forbidden area, I sensed that Ancient Tree was truly extraordinary."

"Especially the few emerald leaves at the top of the canopy, unmistakably ancient and rare Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence."

At this point, Second Uncle’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his voice unconsciously lowered a bit.

"Yet at that time, just upon climbing the tree trunk, a chill surged from the soles to my celestial spirit, and in terror, I had no choice but to retreat hastily, instead selecting the third coffin chamber..."

He shook his head with a wry smile, "Who could have imagined that entering it, I would be trapped for long ages."

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, also looking reminiscent.

From the first time he entered the pocket world, taking Second Uncle out with that chipped ceramic bowl, it has been two hundred years now.

Time truly flies quickly!