(Part 1)

The immortal power condensed at the peak of Liaowang Mountain was extremely strong, and even the stable space was faintly disordered. It would be very difficult for normal immortal lords to reach the top of the mountain. When Jing Zhao and the other two approached the mountain peak, besides the very few famous immortal and demon lords, most of the immortals and demons were stopped a hundred meters away from the peak of the mountain.

The pressure of the Taicang Spear appearing and the power of the kirin enveloped the entire mountain. Most of the immortal lords of the Immortal Realm and demon lords of the Demon Realm could only mobilize the spiritual power inside their bodies to resist the huge momentum. However, in the colorful halo, all the immortal and demon lords chose to evade the highest place, and their eyes even showed amazement when they looked in that direction.

With a navy blue robe and black hair falling behind, a solemn figure stood idly at the top of the mountain, as if freezing in the desolation of the sky.

Everyone looked at the young man who stood at the top of the mountain, with not even a single trace of spiritual power escaping from his body. The secret gazes moved silently. Not a single immortal lord knew the identity of the young man standing up high but only knew that before everyone arrived, he was already standing there, motionless. Compared with the immortal lords’ suspicions, there were quite a few demon deities from the Demon Realm’s Third Heaven who showed surprise on their faces.

And this treasure-hunting place that should have been lively had also become extremely quiet under the silent coercion of the young man, and there was even a feeling of suffocation.

When Jing Zhao’s group reached the top of the mountain, they saw the scene of a disturbed crowd and a person standing alone. Almost at the moment when she saw the back of the figure who was standing at the top of the mountain, Jing Zhao’s originally arrogant expression instantly turned into unconcealable delight and sorrow.

After receiving the bows of the immortals, she took two quick steps and was about to speak when she was grabbed at the wrist by someone behind her. She turned her head to see Jing Jian’s somewhat complicated expression.

“Jing Zhao, don’t go over there.”

“Why?” Jing Zhao’s face was unhappy. Qing Mu’s whereabouts had always been misty, and she had only seen him a few times these one thousand years.

Jing Jian glanced at the immortal deities who were obviously curious and sighed, “The spiritual power there is too strong. With your current immortal power, you won’t be able to resist it.”

Jing Zhao froze when she heard these words, and glanced towards the top of the mountain, packed with strong spiritual power. Realizing that the immortal power in her body flowed extremely slowly, she stopped walking, but undisguised admiration flashed in her eyes…He seemed to be even stronger than when he killed the nine-headed snakes in the North Sea.

Jing Zhao was born in the Heavenly Palace of the Nine Heavens. Her father was the Heavenly Emperor and her mother the Heavenly Empress. She had always had the noblest status in the Three Realms. She ignored the countless immortal lords who admired her. Only this Qing Mu, who she had first seen a thousand years ago, left no room for anyone else.

“Second brother.” There were signs of struggle in Jing Zhao’s eyes. She put her hands behind herself, a rare shyness appearing in her arrogant expression, and Jing Yang, who was standing to the side, sighed with surprise.

“Do you think he remembers me? We haven’t seen each other in many years. He doesn’t like someone else, does he?” She turned and looked at Jing Jian, her long and narrow phoenix eyes full of expectation.

Only a few people had seen this arrogant and cold princess of the Heavenly Palace act like such a little girl, and couldn’t help but immediately glance at the mysterious young man at the top of the mountain again, understanding something. They have heard that Princess Jing Zhao had only been moved once these few ten thousand years. It seemed to be this person.

Jing Jian also didn’t expect that his third sister would have such deep thoughts for Qing Mu. It wasn’t easy to expose her under all the eyes watching, so he stiffly nodded and patted her hand with ease, “Don’t worry too much. These years, I haven’t heard of any female immortal catching his attention.”

“Of course.” Jing Yang put on an understanding look and walked to Jing Zhao’s side with an angry expression, “There is no one in the Three Realms that can compare to you, third sister. You are no mediocre person!”

Upon hearing this, Jing Zhao’s eyes were stained with an unconcealable smile. She raised her eyes towards the young man not far away, slightly raising the corners of her mouth.

“Well, there’s still some time before the Taicang Spear appears. If he wants to obtain the Taicang Spear, then I’ll help him. Even if I don’t have this true god weapon, I won’t lose to that person at all.” The slightly sighing voice was filled with inevitable pride. Jing Zhao held her hand behind her, her eyes flowing.

Jing Jian looked at Qing Mu, who was not far away, but there was a feeling of uneasiness. With Qing Mu’s spiritual power, few people present could be his opponent. There was no need for him to stand them so early to deter everyone. It would be more appropriate to describe his posture as a fighting posture than a guarding posture.

But when Jing Yang, who was to the side, heard these words, his eyebrows arched slightly. This young man needed some challenge. Their little princess of the Heavenly Palace could not be afforded by just anyone.

The top of the mountain was cut into another space by the strong spiritual power, and the place where Qing Mu was located was right at the edge of the chaotic space. He was too lazy to pay attention to the liveliness below. He moved the sleeping and drooling girl in his arms to a more comfortable position and faintly glanced at the somewhat chaotic space to the side.

“What? Do you hate Jing Yang this much?” Even her aura was barely concealed. Feng Ran’s hate towards Jing Yang was even deeper than he thought.

“I know that this matter is very important to the two of you. I won’t be improper.”

A slightly tired voice spread into Qing Mu’s ears, and the chaotic aura and space restored tranquility.

“But you, Jing Zhao isn’t someone to be provoked easily. If Hou Chi wakes up later, you may be in a lot of trouble.” There was a lot of gloating in her voice, but it also made sense. Qing Mu swept his gaze below them and felt that the Zhiyang Spear was about to appear. He frowned, preparing to go down.

“Wait, Qing Mu…Feng Ran’s hesitant voice successfully stopped Qing Mu. he slightly raised his eyebrows. Such hesitation did not match Feng Ran’s monolithic style.

“The formation here was created by the kirin, right?” Feng Ran paused, then continued, “Why are you able to get close?”

The immortal and demon lords below could not compare to Qing Mu, but even with so many people creating a magical formation, they could only approach the place at a ten-meter radius at the most, but Qing Mu…she could feel that the spiritual power at the top of the mountain did not prevent his entry at all. She should have said that the entire mountain did not prevent his entry, which was why he could enter this place.

(Part 2)

This was the place where True God Bai Jue cultivated, where a kirin stood guard. How would it allow a minor immortal lord from the post-ancient world to come and go freely? Feng Ran didn’t dare guess, because any assumption would be too absurd and shocking.

Qing Mu turned his head, his expression somewhat meaningful. Gold suddenly flashed across his ink-colored eyes, then slowly disappeared, but it was enough for Feng Ran, who was hidden in the air, to feel a shock in her very soul.

“If I knew the reason, I wouldn’t have come with her to find that Bo Xuan. Feng Ran, rest assured, before God Gu Jun appears, I will protect her well.” A touch of warmth crossed his slightly raised eyebrows. Qing Mu held the soft body in his arms, and started to walk down, but missed Hou Chi’s slightly opened eyes and the surprise that flashed through them.

Jing Zhao, who stared closely at Qing Mu, went up to greet him at almost the exact moment when he turned around and started to walk down the mountain. It was just that before her delight and shyness could be put into words, she paled and became a little astonished when the figure got closer and closer to her. But it was obvious that she was not the only one surprised. Most of the immortal lords to the side had expressions full of surprise.

A girl wearing snow-white fur was quietly held in the arms of the young man. Her face was intricate and delicate, and her eyes were closed, her thick and dark eyebrows casting a shallow silhouette. She had a kind of behaved silence. Speaking more descriptively, although this little girl was very young, her appearance was not at all worse than Jing Zhao, who stood to the side.

The young man’s teal figure got closer and closer, going straight to Jing Zhao’s group without evasiveness. Everyone quietly looked at them and cast their gazes on Jing Zhao, curiosity forming. This little girl is being treated so well by Qing Mu, what is her identity?

Jing Zhao looked at the approaching young man with a complex expression, then took a step back and raised her head, restoring her previous arrogance. Jing Yang squinted without a word. If he wasn’t stopped by Jing Jian, he would have stepped forward to question the scene.

“High Deity, we haven’t seen each other in a hundred years. Your immortal power is even stronger than before.” Jing Jian bowed, his face carrying a smile. His eyes fell on the child in Qing Mu’s arms and he asked, “This is…”

Jing Zhao had special thoughts towards Qing Mu. Even if he was going to be thick-skinned, he still needed to ask.

When everyone heard these words, they could be considered to have completely understood the mysterious young man’s identity. No wonder he caught the attention of the few highnesses of the Heavenly Palace.

“Just a child, Second Highness doesn’t need to pay much attention to her.” Qing Mu lightly replied, then said directly, “Do you guys want the Taicang Spear?”

Seeing that Qing Mu didn’t look at her, Jing Zhao’s face slightly changed. She wanted to say something, and it held some stubbornness, “So what if we want to? Taicang Spear has no master. The strongest gets it. Does Lord Qing Mu want to drive us out?”

As a princess, Jing Zhao’s arrogant and spoiled personality was brought out. Jing Jian shook his head and sighed. With Qing Mu’s power, even their Heavenly Father would treat him with courtesy. His third sister saying these words were a bit too much.

“Princess is being too serious. When a true god weapon appears, a magical beast will be protecting it. I only hope that you guys will not start to fight with the guarding magical beast, which was why I asked the question.” Qing Mu lightly swept his gaze across Jing Zhao. Seeing her look at Hou Chi with disdain, he frowned, saying, “But since Princess said that ‘The strongest gets it’, I hope that you will keep your words.”

It seemed as if the spiritual energy on the top of the mountain was even more intense, and was even accompanied by a looming roar. Qing Mu turned around after speaking but was blocked. He raised his eyes to look at Jing Zhao in front of him, squinted his eyes with displeasure, and said, “What else can Princess enlighten me about?”

Jing Zhao’s face was flushed, and she took a step back under Qing Mu’s fierce gaze. It took a long time before she grunted and said, “Why do you hurt people like this? If you want the Taicang Spear, I can help you. Why are you saying these reasons?”

The tone was so resentful that Qing Mu couldn’t help but freeze, along with his expression.

“Third sister, it is true that when a true god weapon appears, a magical beast is guarding it. Heavenly Father also once said this. Lord Qing Mu isn’t lying.” Seeing Qing Mu’s unhappy face, Jing Jian quickly said this.

“Second brother, what did I say wrong? If it wasn’t for the Taicang Spear, why would he have come here? And the child in your arms, why is she so unruly? She didn’t even bow to us when she saw us.”

Feeling the eyes of the surrounding immortal and demon deities, Qing Mu slightly frowned, his eyes suddenly cold. Jing Zhao was a princess, but she was so difficult to interact with. He was about to speak when he felt the person in his arms move slightly. She quickly lowered his head to see Hou Chi’s dark eyes staring at Jing Zhao unblinkingly, and he immediately closed his mouth. Seeing Hou Chi like this, this princess of the Heavenly Realm was going to get an unpleasant surprise.

“So noisy.” A crisp voice suddenly sounded, the black eyes holding magnificent beauty. The little girl turned her head, and suddenly said to Qing Mu, “Daddy, who is this woman?” Hou Chi said.