As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Mingyuan once again drew upon the immortal energy and laws within Su Jinxue's dantian.
Su Jinxue instantly let out a muffled groan as a strange sensation spread from her dantian to her entire body.
Her snow-white skin flushed completely red, as if boiling blood were rushing beneath it.
Zhang Mingyuan was incredibly excited!
More than five thousand years! A full five thousand years!
He had finally found a way to firmly hold this woman in his grasp!
Truly, “you search far and wide only to find it”—except it took a hell of a lot of effort to get!
Zhang Mingyuan was just about to “control” Su Jinxue again.
Right then, Su Jinxue hurriedly flew to his side and pressed down on his mischievous hand.
Her entire body exuded a warm, alluring fragrance, her face blushing deeply, her eyes filled with resentment.
“Zhang Mingyuan, stop it. We're still outside...”
Hearing this, Zhang Mingyuan dithered for a moment and looked around... sensing countless divine senses.
Right, they were still outside!
This kind of thing could only be done in the dead of night, hehehe...
“Sorry, Little Xuexue, I got too excited!” Zhang Mingyuan reigned in his thoughts, pulled Su Jinxue into his arms, leaned down to her ear, and whispered a few words.
“Little Xuexue, once night falls, you won't be able to escape your husband's 'clutches'~”
Hearing this, Su Jinxue's mind fell into utter chaos, and she hastily broke free from Zhang Mingyuan's embrace.
She glared at Zhang Mingyuan, her beautiful, cold face blushing so deeply it looked as if it could drip blood.
“Zhang Mingyuan, you bastard!”
Zhang Mingyuan burst into laughter, grabbed Su Jinxue's hand, and returned to the two territories.
Right between the two territories, on the Heaven-Gazing Platform.
Everyone was gathered there.
Seeing Zhang Mingyuan arrive, the disciples of both places cheered in unison.
“We welcome the two Immortal Lords back!”
Zhang Mingyuan raised his hand to dismiss the formality.
Lingxuzi stepped forward and punched Zhang Mingyuan in the chest.
Zhang Mingyuan didn't say anything; he simply reached out and slung his arm around his good brother.
A sudden move—the Monkey Steals the Peach!
Lingxuzi clutched his crotch and shrieked, “Damn it, Old Zhang, are you even human?!”
Seeing this, the disciples burst into laughter.
Su Jinxue and Bai Lumian both pressed their hands to their foreheads.
This scene was simply too painful to watch!
“Disciple, come here! Let your master see if you've been cultivating diligently while I was gone!”
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Mingyuan pulled Chu Jinghong over.
Looking at his master, whom he hadn't seen in three hundred years, Chu Jinghong's eyes welled with tears.
“Master!”
“Not bad, kid. You're already in the late Void Refining Stage. That's even faster than I was back then.”
Zhang Mingyuan praised him.
Bai Yao also approached Su Jinxue and bowed in greeting to her master.
Su Jinxue nodded, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes.
Her disciple had already reached the Nascent Soul realm, yet she, as the master, had never properly taught her.
Her gaze softened, seemingly because of her disciple, yet perhaps not entirely.
“Bai Yao, from today onward, you will stay by my side. I will teach you personally.”
Bai Yao knelt. “Thank you for your favor, Master!”
Zhang Mingyuan directly lifted Bai Yao up.
“Alright, alright, let's skip the formalities.”
After lifting her up, Zhang Mingyuan sized Bai Yao up and down. “The little girl from back then has finally grown up!”
Hearing this, Bai Yao bowed to Zhang Mingyuan again. “Master's Husband.”
Zhang Mingyuan reached out and patted Bai Yao's hair, ruffling it. “Little Bai Yao is as obedient as always!”
As he spoke, he shot a deliberate glare at Chu Jinghong. “Unlike my rebellious disciple, who does nothing but carry that broken sword on his back all day. It's incredibly annoying to look at.”
Chu Jinghong: ??? Wait, I got caught in the crossfire too???
“Master! This is blatant discrimination!”
“Oh, really? How come I didn't know?” Zhang Mingyuan raised an eyebrow.
“You are!”
“And my sword isn't a broken sword, it's the Jinghong Sword!”
“Isn't that still a broken sword?”
“Master, you were the one who helped me forge the Jinghong Sword!”
“What? I forged it?!” Zhang Mingyuan blinked, then quickly said, “Ah, then never mind. It's an excellent sword.”
“Hahaha!”
Everyone burst into laughter.
“Old Zhang, now that both of you are back, and Qingyun Heaven and the Myriad Snow Palace have already moved next to each other, why don't we just merge them?”
Lingxuzi took a sip from his purple clay teapot.
Zhang Mingyuan slapped his thigh, thinking it was a great idea, and looked at Su Jinxue.
“Little Xuexue, what do you think?”
Su Jinxue nodded, silently giving her consent.
Standing nearby, Bai Lumian excitedly suggested, “I, the Valley Master, will name it! Let's take 'Yun' from Qingyun Heaven and 'Xue' from the Myriad Snow Palace. How about we call it the 'Yunxue Sacred Ground'?”
Lingxuzi added, “To be precise, it should be called the 'Yunxue Immortal Territory'!”
Zhang Mingyuan was overjoyed at the suggestion and slapped his thigh in approval.
“Great, great, great! We'll call it the 'Yunxue Immortal Territory'!”
“Now that I have returned after ascending to immortality, and with the merger of our two lands, we must host a grand immortal feast and invite guests from all directions!”
“It's settled!”
Hearing this, the disciples of the newly formed Immortal Territory cheered in agreement.
Thus, the first Immortal Territory in the Xuanling Realm to be led by two Red Dust Immortals in a hundred thousand years was officially established.
Zhang Mingyuan was its Lord, and Su Jinxue was its Lady!
Immediately, the Yunxue Immortal Territory sent out invitations far and wide, scheduling the banquet for the very next day.
It perfectly suited Zhang Mingyuan's impatient nature.
Bai Lumian and Lingxuzi stayed behind in the Yunxue Immortal Territory, planning to enjoy themselves there for a few days.
Afterward, Su Jinxue was pulled away by Bai Lumian, who claimed they hadn't seen each other in years and needed to share some secrets.
Zhang Mingyuan watched his wife being dragged away and felt thoroughly disappointed; he had been planning to play some exciting games with Little Xuexue tonight!
But...
“Alright, Old Zhang, the two of you have finally made it. You have plenty of time ahead. Is there any need to be so impatient?”
Lingxuzi slung an arm over his shoulder.
“How can I not be impatient? We've been married for over three hundred years, and the bed hasn't even been warmed once! Waaaah!”
“Alright, alright, let's not talk about that. We haven't seen each other in three hundred years. I, Old Xu, will drink with you!”
“Fine! Let's drink!”
The two of them hit it off immediately. They didn't even bother choosing a fancy spot, opting to set up a spiritual fire in the Listening Snow Pavilion on the back mountain of the former Myriad Snow Palace, warming several jars of aged wine.
Outside the pavilion, the snow fell relentlessly, while inside, the aroma of wine grew richer.
Sitting opposite each other, they heated the wine, discussing the grand state of the world and debating the affairs of the Xuanling Realm.
They reminisced about events from ten thousand years ago, talked about the merger of the two territories,
and drifted from the Great Dao of cultivation to the ridiculous, absurd things they had done in their youth.
As they grew more animated, Lingxuzi slapped the table and laughed, while Zhang Mingyuan laughed and cursed right along with him.
They drank from that evening's dusk all the way to the dawn of the next day.
Fortunately, Zhang Mingyuan had already become an immortal, and his physique was incredibly powerful. Ordinary alcohol couldn't affect him at all.
Otherwise, he would have definitely been drunk under the table by a heavy drinker like Lingxuzi.
The next day, the Yunxue Immortal Territory hosted a grand immortal feast.
The immortal bells chimed nine times, auspicious light blanketed the sky, and a vast sea of clouds surged like waves.
White cranes carried spiritual herbs in their beaks, qilin trod on the glowing clouds, and spiritual deer circled the mountains. These various auspicious phenomena made the entire Immortal Territory look like the heavenly palace descended upon the mortal realm.
Sects from all directions and clans from the four seas arrived bearing generous gifts to congratulate the two immortals on their return and celebrate the establishment of the Yunxue Immortal Territory.
Zhang Mingyuan sat in the seat of honor, but he didn't put on any airs of a lord.
With one hand dragging Lingxuzi and the other holding a wine cup, he shuttled back and forth among the tables, drinking with everyone.
This drinking went on for seven days and seven nights.
By the end, even a fully ascended immortal like him ended up dead drunk.
Of course, he could have used his immortal energy to completely dispel the alcohol.
But he refused to.
More than five thousand years of the past, three hundred years on the line between life and death, and now, finally returning to the Xuanling Realm!
All his emotions dissolved into the burning, exhilarating thrill within those jars of immortal brew.
He wanted to be drunk.
Amidst the auspicious clouds and the congratulations of the world, he wanted to drink to his heart's content!
At the height of his drunkenness, Zhang Mingyuan suddenly slapped the table and leaped onto the jade table in the center of the banquet.
Before anyone could react, he boldly tore open his robe right in front of all the cultivators under heaven.
His shirt went flying.
The next moment, the newly crowned Lord of the Immortal Territory stood shirtless on the jade table and began to perform an incredibly seductive, wild, and utterly eyesore of a dance.
The entire venue fell silent at first.
Then, it erupted into roaring laughter!
“My eyes! My eyes are burning!”
“Immortal Lord Zhang! You are an Immortal Lord!”
“Hahahahaha! As expected of Zhang Mingyuan!”
Sitting to the side, Su Jinxue's beautiful, cold face showed a rare expression of utter exasperation.
She pressed her forehead for a moment before finally standing up, unable to bear it any longer, wanting to pull this embarrassing fellow down.
Yet, the moment Zhang Mingyuan saw her approaching, his drunken eyes lit up.
“Little Xuexue!”
Instead of coming down, he grabbed Su Jinxue's wrist and channeled immortal energy into his throat.
With deep, passionate emotion, he began to sing at the top of his lungs—
“Little Xuexue, I love you~~~ just like mice love rice~~~”
“No matter how much wind and rain there may be~~~ I will always love you~~~”
His song echoed through the heavens.
The auspicious beasts fell silent.
The cranes stopped flying.
The guests roared with laughter, slapping their tables.
Su Jinxue stood frozen, her ears burning red, wishing she could tear open the void on the spot and exile this drunken man.
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