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The figure of Zuo Dao vanished within the depths of the Demon Cave, and the entire cave returned to its original tranquility. The cracks in the Celestial Veil were slowly healing, the destroyed stars and meteors were reassembling, and countless demons were being reborn. After a while, the first layer of the Demon Cave was restored as if nothing had ever happened.
When his form reappeared, he stood atop a solitary cliff, glancing back to see three blood-red characters inscribed on the cliff face:
Reflection Cliff.
Zuo Dao looked at the three characters and smiled faintly before descending from Reflection Cliff.
At the base of Reflection Cliff, several figures stood quietly, seemingly waiting for something.
"Look, it's Daozi!" a cheerful voice exclaimed. From the tone, Zuo Dao knew it was undoubtedly Fifth Senior Sister Yan Hong.
Hearing her call and gazing at the blazing sun above, Zuo Dao greedily took a deep breath.
"World of Mortals, ah, I Zuo Dao have returned."
As he approached the group, Zuo Dao bowed deeply to the person at the forefront.
"Master, I worried you."
Disheveled and unkempt, with hair that looked like a bird's nest and holding a green gourd in hand, the hunched old man was none other than Zuo Dao's master—Drunken Old Man.
"Junior Brother."
"Sixth Junior Disciple."
"Junior Brother."
"Daozi."
"Left Junior Brother."
A series of greetings rang out, and seeing the familiar faces behind his master filled Zuo Dao with joy.
"Brothers and Sisters, Senior Sister, thank you for your concern."
Concern is tied to affection, while worry stems from responsibility. The meanings of these two words resonated in everyone's ears and settled in their hearts.
"Good Son, you have finally grown up. Let's go back to the peak together."
The Drunken Old Man glanced at Zuo Dao and strode towards a distant mountain peak.
Upon returning to the peak and gazing at the familiar surroundings, Zuo Dao felt as if he might be dreaming—if not for the tattoo on his palm.
Lost in thought, a gust of wind suddenly rushed past him from behind, prompting an instinctive sidestep.
"Ah." A voice filled with age rang out.
Without a doubt, it was the Drunken Old Man launching a sneak attack. This was how he usually greeted Zuo Dao. The only difference this time was that he had managed to dodge it; in the past, he had never succeeded, regardless of how seriously he prepared. Yet now, in a distracted state, he had avoided it.
"Master, could you please not always aim for my head? It makes me look foolish," Zuo Dao said innocently.
The Drunken Old Man gave him a meaningful look and replied, "Well, it has to be possible to hit you first! At this rate, even if I used my Treasure Wine Gourd to strike you, it would be my gourd that shatters!"
"Master, no way!"
"That can't be true!"
Teng Chong and Ping exclaimed in surprise, and even Yan Zhen cast a puzzled glance.
"Old man, it can't be that exaggerated! Your precious gourd is a magical artifact!" Yan Hong shouted.
"Master, you are Zuo's junior brother," Yan Zi remarked thoughtfully as she looked at Zuo Dao.
Looking at the gazes of everyone around, Zuo Dao shrugged his shoulders, neither confirming nor denying.
"Pretty much, Reflection Cliff has some unexpected encounters."
Zuo Dao had no intention of hiding anything from the people before him, but he also didn’t feel the need to elaborate.
"Alright, just you few know about this; don’t spread it outside," Drunken Old Man reminded the group of disciples. Then he turned to Zuo Dao.
"Daozi, come with me. I have something to discuss with you."
Zuo Dao exchanged greetings with Yan Zhen and the others before following Drunken Old Man, leaving the rest of them wide-eyed in surprise.
"What? Just like that? But really, after what Master just said, I noticed Daozi's skin is so nice; I'm so envious!" Yan Hong exclaimed, causing everyone to shake their heads and disperse with a sense of disbelief.
"Junior Sister is definitely Junior Sister!!!"
They could only sigh inwardly, thoughts they would never dare voice aloud.
Yan Zi pulled her younger sister, who was still gazing dreamily at Zuo Dao's retreating figure, back into the Cave.
Drunken Old Man led Zuo Dao to his Cave. Once Zuo Dao entered, he casually set up a sealing formation.
"Daozi, I hope you won't hold a grudge against Elder Brother of the Sect Master for what happened at Reflection Cliff," Drunken Old Man said as he found a spot to sit on the ground.
"Our Zuo Wang Peak has been increasingly marginalized within the sect; the other peaks have already set their sights on our resources. This incident was merely an excuse for them to act. Elder Brother of the Sect Master had no choice but to punish you by sending you into Reflection Cliff for your own protection."
At this moment, Zuo Dao listened calmly as his master spoke. Drunken Old Man observed him, trying to discern something from his expression but found nothing.
"It seems Elder Brother of the Sect Master was right; Reflection Cliff indeed holds opportunities for you. It was worth his sacrifice of Ten Years of Lifespan to divine your fate."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Dao finally showed a change in expression.
Ten Years of Lifespan.
For a Cultivator, Ten Years of Lifespan is nothing significant. By the time one reaches the Refinement Period, they can generally live up to One Hundred Fifty Years. Breaking through to Foundation allows for a lifespan of about Five Hundred Years, while condensing a Golden Core can extend it to Thousand Years. The Nascent Soul stage can grant at least Two Thousand Years.
However, Zuo Dao knows that the current sect leader is at the Golden Core Stage. Although they could live for Thousand Years, they sustained severe injuries during a recent expedition. After being saved, their lifespan has drastically decreased, reportedly now less than One Hundred Years.
Yet now, for his sake, they have used up one-tenth of that. At this moment, a tumult of emotions surged within Zuo Dao.
“Master, I never thought about resenting anyone. I don’t blame the sect leader. In truth, we all understand certain things; it doesn’t matter how it was before. Since I’ve come out from Reflection Cliff, everything from now on depends on whether they will act.”
At this point, Zuo Dao paused before continuing.
“I don’t mind blood staining the mountain gate; let there be a thorough cleansing.”
His tone suddenly erupted with a fierce killing intent. Some things could be done, but others would come at a cost.
Upon hearing this, the Drunken Old Man’s eyes flashed with a cold light.
“Indeed, some actions come with a price.” With that, he returned to his usual demeanor.
“Daozi, aside from that, you’ll have to handle future matters yourself. And what’s your current cultivation level?” The Drunken Old Man finally asked what he most wanted to know.
“I’ve dropped to Qi Refinement First Layer.” Zuo Dao replied nonchalantly, as if discussing something entirely unrelated.
At this point, his level no longer measured Zuo Dao’s true strength; the changes in the demon cave were truly unfathomable, and he wouldn’t delve into it.
“I only possess the strength of my physical body now, but I’m not sure how far my physical body has reached.”
Still, Zuo Dao spoke honestly.
The Drunken Old Man nodded.
"I can't see through your strength. Every time I reach your body, it feels as if an inexplicable force is blocking me, making it impossible to penetrate. The power contained within even makes my heart race."
There was a hint of regret in the tone, mixed with excitement.
Once a talent of the Qi Refinement Stage, now his magical powers had vanished. Yet he had gained a more powerful physical strength, one that even the Drunken Old Man couldn't find words to describe.
He casually tossed a stone tablet from his Storage Ring, placing it in front of Zuo Dao, then looked at him with eager anticipation.
"This is a stone tablet that my master stumbled upon during an outing. It is believed to be the Force Measurement Stone from the Ancient Era Divine Cultivation. Even a strike from someone at the Pinnacle of Golden Elixir level cannot leave a scratch on it. Go ahead and give it a try; the greater the counterattack, the weaker the force will be."
Before he finished speaking, Zuo Dao threw a punch that lightly landed on the stone tablet.
The Drunken Old Man was instantly dumbfounded, his wine gourd slipping from his hand without him noticing.
A deep fist imprint appeared on the Force Measurement Stone.
Having left his master's Cave late at night, Zuo Dao gazed at Zuo Wang Peak under the moonlight, which appeared so gentle in his eyes. However, when he shifted his gaze to several surrounding peaks, it suddenly turned sharp.
"Some things need to be done now."
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