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The time for transformation and evolution was exceedingly long. Zuo Dao had waited for three full days, while Hong Chuang and Wugui Laoguai had entangled him for just as long. In the end, it was only under his violent threats that they finally dispersed.
At this moment, the Drunken Old Man had arrived at Paradise, but he chose to visit a well-known tavern to indulge in some drinks. With Zuo Dao around, he didn’t have to worry about Yan Zhen at all.
He cursed Zuo Dao in his heart, thinking that if he had known he was there, he wouldn’t have traveled such a long distance. However, looking at the fine wine before him, the Drunken Old Man decided to forgive Zuo Dao. Jiang Chuan, after receiving a message from the Drunken Old Man, pondered for a moment and decided to lead a team into Paradise.
The influx of external cultivators raised alarms among the local cultivators. Unfortunately, the top cultivators of Paradise had already left, and the few remaining ones dared not make a sound. The personnel left behind by various factions could only keep sending messages to their superiors. Fortunately, these incoming cultivators meant no harm; they simply rented an entire tavern to stay in.
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Yan Zhen and the others continued within the Colorful Light Sphere, while Zuo Dao's attention was entirely focused on Yao Qiujiu.
At this moment, Yao Qiujiu had already reverted to her true form, her perfect demon body bathed in seven-colored light, her face radiating an unearthly solemnity. Waves of dark green energy were expelled from her body, making her appear incredibly sacred.
Demon Tears were a great enemy of the demon race but a favorite among humans. Any demon that produced Demon Tears would surely meet death within their own clan; appearing among humans was considered a great fortune for them. Historically, Demon Tears had only appeared three times, each causing a stir.
This was on Moling Star, and Zuo Dao couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased. If it were in a more historically significant Star Domain, he wouldn’t even have a chance. If Yao Qiujiu completed her transformation, she would have to call him master; even if someone killed him afterward, they wouldn’t be able to obtain Yao Qiujiu. Zuo Dao speculated that this might relate to the uniqueness of Demon Tears. However, there was nothing left to worry about now.
His master and the Sect Leader had already arrived at Paradise, which warmed his heart. They had rushed over from Immortal Sect in such a short time; it showed how much they valued him and his companions. He felt truly touched.
He couldn’t help but gaze outward; soon enough, To Leave would open up this space. After parting this time, he didn’t know when he would return. He could only hope that when they met again, he would still see the mischievous yet loving faces of his master and the Sect Leader.
However, it seemed like his master didn’t need his concern; even if he were to die, his master would likely be doing just fine. Each of them had their own stories.
As time went on, the feeling that the Drunken Old Man gave Zuo Dao grew stronger. Every time Zuo Dao thought he had seen through the old man’s secrets, he discovered something new each time. As for the old man’s realm, Zuo Dao didn’t plan on asking either. There was no need to dwell on it; at least the old man was sincere towards them—this much Zuo Dao felt deeply.
Days later, the tedious waiting finally bore fruit.
On this day, the Colorful Light Sphere finally dissolved into nothingness, figures shooting out in all directions as countless long howls pierced through the sky.
"What are you all shouting about? It's so noisy; I can't even get a decent sleep," Zuo Dao said with a yawn as he appeared before everyone.
"Senior Brother," Yan Zhen exclaimed, genuinely happy to see him. He looked around, noticing that each person had undergone a fundamental change.
They seemed more ethereal, as if they had returned to their true selves. The aura of cultivators had vanished from them, replaced by an extreme sense of restraint that made them appear like ordinary mortals. Only Zuo Dao understood that beneath this facade of normalcy lay extraordinary power and potential.
At this moment, Yao Ming and Fire Rush were so excited they didn't know what to say. They felt the surging Seven Colors spiritual energy within them, experiencing an exhilarating sense of control. After exchanging glances, they approached Zuo Dao and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your support, Young Master."
Though their words were few, Zuo Dao and the Second Ancestor had truly won their hearts. He waved his hand dismissively, signaling them to step aside.
"My two junior sisters, how can you let other women live?" His exaggerated tone and gestures drew everyone's attention to the Yan Sisters.
Once they looked over, no one could tear their gaze away.
At that moment, the two sisters stood like a pair of intertwined lotus flowers before everyone, swaying gracefully. Their already stunning features were now veiled in a sheer layer of mist, both clear and hazy. An indescribable allure radiated from them.
"What’s wrong with you all? Why are you staring at us like that?" Yan Hong finally couldn't stand the attention any longer; her cheeks flushed as she softly asked.
Everyone snapped back to reality at once.
"Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. It's nothing. Just wondering why Junior Sister has become even more beautiful; is it because of Senior Brother?" In a calm setting, awkward moments never seemed to arise.
"Uh-huh." Yan Zhen was momentarily taken aback and instinctively replied.
Just as Yan Hong was about to explode in embarrassment, she heard Yan Zhen's response and felt her face grow even redder. She fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, stammering softly without knowing what to say.
"Alright, everyone, let's pause for a moment. From now on, we are all partners," Zuo Dao introduced the Second Ancestor to Yan Zhen and the others, encouraging them to get acquainted.
The Second Ancestor's Seven Sons were well aware of the backgrounds of these young Cultivators before them and stepped forward to pay their respects. After all, they were the disciples of a nobleman, individuals they could not afford to offend.
Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba stood alone at the side, wearing a compassionate smile as he observed the scene before him. He felt neither isolated nor disappointed.
"How do you feel? Is everything alright?" Zuo Dao asked with a smile as he looked at him.
"Thank you, Master. I have never felt this good before," Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba nodded slightly, acknowledging Zuo Dao.
"That's good to hear. But please, don't call me Master; it sounds strange. Just call me Young Master like the others."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"No."
"Nothing you want to express?"
"No."
"Uh." Zuo Dao was taken aback by Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba's responses.
It was at this moment that everyone noticed Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba's presence.
"Who is this person, Daozi? Why do I feel such an immense sense of calm when I see him?" Yan Hong asked with wide eyes.
"This... this will be a partner for everyone from now on. Its original name is Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba?" Zuo Dao replied somewhat shyly.
Upon hearing Zuo Dao's words, a glimmer of emotion flashed in Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba's eyes.
"Young Master, I am Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba, and I greet you all."
"What kind of name is Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba? It's so strange," Yan Hong continued, fluttering her adorably captivating eyes as she asked.
"Well..." Zuo Dao wasn't quite sure how to explain, so he recounted the events that had transpired earlier. Everyone was quite astonished. Aside from the Seven Unruly Disciples who seemed to grasp some understanding, the others were completely unaware of the origins of the creature.
"You really shouldn't keep that name. Let me give you a new one; from now on, you shall be called To Leave," Zuo Dao declared with a wave of his hand, not caring whether the other party agreed or not.
Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba showed no signs of opposition.
"Thank you for bestowing me a name, Young Master. From now on, I shall be To Leave."
Having completely abandoned its former demonic form, To Leave had now restored the appearance and attire of the Azure Robed Man, looking even younger. The group of over ten individuals standing together resembled a gathering of spirited youths.
Little did anyone know that this group would stir up tremendous waves in the world.
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