The dispute between the two major immortal sects came to an end with Tianhan Palace conceding and offering compensation, and the storm that seemed ready to engulf the entire immortal realm gradually subsided.
The "gravely injured" Holy Child of Yanyue, as if appearing as ephemeral as a night-blooming cereus, completely vanished from the sight of the immortal realm's people, with no further news emerging.
Five days later.
The Holy Child of Tianhan Palace, Sima Zhu, went alone to the Yanyue Immortal Sect, bringing all the compensation items.
It was reported that Tianhan Palace paid a great price, and only after the intervention of the national teacher of the Zun Tian Divine Dynasty, were they able to gather the several ninth-grade pills demanded by the Yanyue Immortal Sect.
However, when the Holy Child of Tianhan Palace visited the Holy Child of Yanyue, he was refused entry by the elders guarding the place, citing the Holy Child's severe injury and inability to receive guests...
The immortal realm gradually returned to calm.
Religions of all sizes, and unaffiliated wandering cultivators, still struggled at the bottom of the cultivation world, hunting demons day after day, practicing cultivation, dreaming of the day they could make a name for themselves...
——Great Flame Dynasty · Black Iron City——
The Su family residence was extremely lively today.
After Situ Zhiruo came to break off the engagement, in just over a month, the elders of the Su family gathered again to receive a distinguished guest who came from the Yanyue Immortal Sect.
This distinguished guest was none other than the son of the Lord of Luocheng, who had just been admitted to the Yanyue Immortal Sect, Luo Yuanhe.
He carried the mission arranged by Su Huai and was escorted back to the Great Flame Dynasty by a seventh-order elder.
He originally thought that he was just accompanying this trip, and the main affairs would be completed by the elder. But he never expected that the elder stopped outside the city of Black Iron after arriving.
When he asked, the elder told him:
Anyone above the fourth order who enters the city shall die.
This is the iron law of Black Iron City.
That's why he, a new disciple who had just broken through to the third order, had to come all this way.
Now, arriving alone at the Su residence and being surrounded by the elders of the Su family, he felt a little bit scared.
Although Su Huai had told him before leaving not to give the elders of the Su family any face, but he is not his sister Luo Xin, who has low emotional intelligence, how could he really believe it.
"What is the purpose of the high disciple of Yanyue coming to my Su family?"
The man in the main seat of the hall broke the awkward atmosphere. Luo Yuanhe looked up at him and made a gesture with his hands.
"Lord Su, I have come on behalf of the Holy Child of the Yanyue Immortal Sect to deliver something..."
"The Holy Child of the Yanyue Immortal Sect?"
Su Zhengheng raised his eyebrows.
"My Su family has always had no connection with the Yanyue Immortal Sect."
"Why would the Holy Child of your sect bestow gifts? And what are the treasures bestowed?"
Luo Yuanhe's eyes twitched.
He could understand that Black Iron City, rooted in the Zangxing Mountain Range, was somewhat closed off from the news, but Su Zhengheng didn't even bother to inquire about his own son, Su Huai.
His son has already become the second-in-command of the immortal sect, and even the authority of the great elder of the immortal sect is only on the same level as him. How could you, as a father, still say such a thing as having no connection with the Yanyue Immortal Sect?
No wonder Su Huai arranged to send so many good things back, but there is still a share for you, this father.
He sent a fourth-grade Qingxin Pill.
But since the other party doesn't care about his own son, Luo Yuanhe naturally won't talk more.
He took out a wooden box from the storage ring.
"Lord Su, this is the gift from the Holy Child for you."
The wooden box was taken over by a maid on the side and presented to Su Zhengheng in the main seat.
Su Zhengheng frowned, opened the wooden box, and saw the Qingxin Pill.
"A fourth-grade Qingxin Pill..."
Su Zhengheng was full of questions.
The Su family, occupying a large black iron ore vein, is also very wealthy. He has eaten a lot of fourth-grade pills, so he recognized the type of pill at a glance.
However, the Holy Child of the Yanyue Immortal Sect sent someone to the Su family from a long distance, just to give me, a small city owner, a detoxifying pill?
What does it mean? Curse me to be poisoned?
Su Huai is not so malicious.
He just happened to think of his father when he was sending things to the old man.
Su Zhengheng, as a father, is not benevolent, but he, as a son, must be righteous. But he is not distressed to give a few ninth-grade pills to the old man, but to give to Su Zhengheng...
Ah... I can't bear it at all!
It just happened that Chen Tairu let Cao Yi send him a bottle of Qingxin Pills, and he took the opportunity to pour out one, and specially let Luo Yuanhe go to the foot of the mountain to find a box that looks high-end.
Su Zhengheng regards him as a bad child, but he gives Su Zhengheng a precious fourth-grade pill, repaying virtue for resentment.
He Su Huai is too filial!
Su Zhengheng was puzzled, but Luo Yuanhe on the guest seat got up again and made a younger generation's courtesy to Su Zhengheng.
"Lord Su, I also need to deliver something to Su Changge, the old man, on behalf of this trip."
"Where is the old man's residence?"
"Is there a share for my father?"
Su Zhengheng felt that he had grasped a clue.
His father, Su Changge, had traveled for a period of time, but that experience was like a blank, no one knew, and he couldn't ask.
Now the Yanyue Immortal Sect suddenly sent a gift, could it be... that the Holy Child of Yanyue has a relationship with his father?
Since it is a Holy Child, the age must not be too big, it should not be an old friend.
So... is it the descendant of an old friend, or...
The appearance of Su Huai flashed in Su Zhengheng's mind.
But he quickly shook his head and denied this idea.
Although that bad child seemed to show a strong strength more than a month ago, which surprised him.
But he has been away from home for less than two months, how can he suddenly become the Holy Child of the Yanyue Immortal Sect!
The secular market is not even written like this!
Excluding these options, a terrible and astonishing guess slowly emerged in Su Zhengheng's mind.
As we all know, the old man and he are both young widowers, so is there a possibility that the old man also found another woman after him, and had another son?
Calculate the time, it is entirely possible!
Su Zhengheng swallowed his saliva.
No wonder the old man suddenly found some inexplicable reasons to beat him these days.
Yesterday, he even broke the precedent to drink with him, but halfway through, the old man suddenly pointed to the dark clouds in the sky and said that the sun was so big today, it was hot and annoyed.
Then he beat him up.
The grievance!!!
Now thinking about it, it must be that the old man's illegitimate son has made a great achievement, so he looks at this legitimate son more and more unfavorably, so he finds reasons to beat him every day!
Wipe! He knows this too well!
He used to do this to Su Huai, the bad child, and now, the retribution comes back...
"Lord Su?"
Seeing that Su Zhengheng did not respond to his words and was still in a daze with his eyes open, Luo Yuanhe couldn't help but remind him again.
Su Zhengheng came back to his senses, waved to a maid, and let the maid lead him to Su Changge's courtyard.
However, when Luo Yuanhe was about to walk out of the reception hall, he still stood up with a very uneasy mood and asked a question.
"May I ask the name of your sect's Holy Child..."
Luo Yuanhe looked at him with a strange look again.
"The Holy Child is surnamed Su."
"Su Huai, the Huai of the locust tree."
Bang!
Su Zhengheng sat down on the chair, looking dull.
This answer is even more exaggerated than the old man having an illegitimate child outside. Su Zhengheng's heart is extremely complicated, and he doesn't know whether he should be proud of his eldest son.
Or feel sad for his past.
All the elders in the hall are silent.
The reception hall is so quiet that a needle can be heard.
Only the footsteps of Luo Yuanhe going away are one after another, as if they are all imprinted in their hearts, and as if they are all stepping on their faces.