Could you please stop having other thoughts about me?

I don't even have a Dao companion yet, I don't want to become a father so early.

But seeing her happily climb onto his back and nuzzle against his neck, Zhou Qing could only sigh helplessly.

Perhaps her family passed away early, leaving her in great need of love.

Then, golden wings unfurled, and the two followed the map, heading straight for their next destination...

...

Half a year later.

The entire Taichu Dojo, those ground fissures that even the Southwest Thirteen Sects feared to approach, Zhou Qing explored each one.

In the face of Inscription Level Divine Techniques, all fire lizards transformed into crystalline Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystals.

Not only the underground fire lizards, but even the fierce birds flying in the sky and demon beasts running on the ground couldn't escape the fate of refinement.

And today, in a secluded cave that had been opened, Zhou Qing sat cross-legged, his aura surging like tidal waves.

Lu Yaoyao held an old hen, equipped with the Ice Soul Sword, vigilantly guarding the entrance.

At this moment, the aura she emitted was no longer at the late Nascent Soul Realm but had reached Great Perfection.

She broke through a month ago, thanks to the purity of those crystals her father gave her, her cultivation soared rapidly.

She even didn't doubt that as long as she fully comprehended her realm, she might be able to directly pursue Divinity Transformation.

Her entire attention was focused on the silhouette inside the cave. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Her father could already leap across stages to slay someone at Great Perfection while still at late Divinity Transformation. If he breaks through to Divinity Transformation Perfection, how strong would he be?

Just thinking about it made one look forward to it.

At this moment, Zhou Qing held a nail-sized Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystal in each hand, his aura had reached its peak.

The four-colored flower within his Sea of Consciousness emitted an unprecedented brilliance.

The intertwining four-colored lights formed a perfect cycle within the Dantian.

"Not enough yet..."

Zhou Qing willed, and all remaining Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystals from the Storage Bag flew out.

Dozens of crystals floated around him, exuding a thick Blood Qi.

As he opened his mouth and inhaled, all the crystals transformed into a crimson torrent, directly rushing into his body.

Bang!

Vast energy surged through his meridians, while fine cracks began to appear on the surface of his body, with blood seeping out.

Yet his expression remained unchanged, the Yin Yang Skills sped up, and the four-colored flower spun furiously, absorbing the energy completely.

"Just a bit more!"

Zhou Qing gritted his teeth, taking out all the top-grade Spirit Stones except those of the Wood Attribute.

Instantly, various hues of Spiritual Light filled the entire cave, and the Spiritual Qi emanating from the Spirit Stones nearly solidified, creating a sea of spiritual mist inside the cave.

He knew that breaking through from late Divinity Transformation to Great Perfection was extremely difficult, otherwise, his master and senior uncle, who were nearing their lifespan limits, would not have been able to break through with the help of Yin Spirit Stone after years of accumulation.

But the energy required was beyond imagination.

Normally, the energy needed to break through with Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown is already several times that of an average person.

This never-before-recorded variation of Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown was several times harder than Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

Witnessing such a terrifying scene, Lu Yaoyao's grip around the old hen unconsciously tightened.

The old hen blinked with its not-too-intelligent eyes, clucking uneasily.

"Come on, young father, you'll always be the most upright person in Yaoyao's heart!"

Lu Yaoyao's eyes were full of worry, yet they also held immense trust as she silently prayed in her heart.

Inside the cave, Zhou Qing had already entered a state of total self-forgetting.

Numerous top-grade Spirit Stones dimmed visibly, and the vast Spiritual Power continuously flooded into his body.

The four-colored flower in the Sea of Consciousness greedily devoured this energy, with each petal undergoing subtle changes silently...

...

At that moment, in a canyon less than fifty miles from Zhou Qing's retreat location, two battered figures were fleeing swiftly.

"Ling'Er, hold on a bit longer!" White Crane supported Luo Lingling, his face pale as paper.

His clothes were already tattered, and a deep wound on his chest still dripped blood, exposing the bone.

Luo Lingling's condition was even worse; her left arm hung powerless, with half a broken arrow that still smoldered embedded in her shoulder.

She gritted her teeth, continually pulling various talismans from the Storage Bag and throwing them behind.

"Shut up, save your strength for running!" Her voice was hoarse, yet still forceful, "This mother won't die yet!"

White Crane looked at Luo Lingling's miserable state, eyes full of regret.

If only he had listened to her advice to stay in the riverbank cave by that reverse-flow river for a few more years.

They just planned to get some fresh air, but inadvertently awakened the fierce beast water dragon sleeping at the riverbed.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the people from the Southwest Two Domains Thirteen Sects were still exploring the dojo and were attracted by the commotion of their battle.

His patience still hadn't been honed to perfection; compared to Luo Lingling, the master of hiding, he was still far behind.

"How about I directly reveal myself to them?" White Crane suddenly said.

Luo Lingling gave him a sidelong glance: "At this point, do you think your status as a Prince is useful? Let's not mention how much you despise that identity, do you think they'll believe you?"

"What if?" White Crane refused to give up.

Luo Lingling sneered: "If it were me, I'd rather make a mistake than let you go."

As she spoke, she pulled out a large number of talismans from the Storage Bag and threw them behind.

"Firstly, the Dynasty and sects are inherently equal, mistakenly killing a Prince is perfectly normal. Secondly—"

She turned to look at White Crane, eyes gleaming coldly, "If it were you, how could you dare gamble that a person you've offended, with a strong background, wouldn't feel resentment and seek revenge after letting them go?"