Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2818 - 1042: The Arrival of the Talented, Qing Lan’s Disciple_3

Zhou Yunshen settled himself comfortably beside the sleeping palace, a satisfied expression gracing his features.

"Indeed, Tian Nan Dao Palace truly lives up to its reputation, and Fairy Qing Lan's potential for Divine Transformation is undeniable. The Spirit Vein in this region is the finest among the four halls, particularly in Houtu Hall, where the Spirit Qi density is astonishing, almost reaching the Fifth Order. Such profound heritage is a rarity in this world!"

Standing nearby, Zhou Fuqiu inquired with curiosity, "Fuqiu has studied ancient texts extensively since childhood and understands that Zhongzhou was once incredibly abundant in Spirit Qi. However, according to legends, only two locations boasted Fifth Order Spirit Veins: the Rotten Stalemate Mountain Range and Heaven and Earth Peak. Why does Tian Nan Dao Palace also possess a Fifth Order Spirit Vein? Could it be that after Zhongzhou's collapse, these continents somehow reaped benefits from the disaster?"

Zhou Yunshen offered a slight shake of his head. "It wasn't a matter of benefiting from misfortune; rather, when Heaven and Earth Peak disintegrated, its major Spirit Veins were scattered across the four continents."

Zhou Fuqiu's eyes widened in surprise. "Could a single Heaven and Earth Peak have dispersed so many Fifth Order Spirit Veins to Tian Nan Dao Palace, Li Bei Dao Palace, and even the Western Continent submerged in the ocean?"

Zhou Yunshen stated plainly, "Otherwise, why would Heaven and Earth Peak serve as the headquarters for the Star Gate, welcoming numerous Nascent Soul True Masters from the Five Continents of the Mountain Sea Realm? How else could it have withstood the descent of so many Great Powers' incarnations during the Zhongzhou catastrophe? To achieve all this, Heaven and Earth Peak must have possessed a Spirit Vein heritage far beyond ordinary comprehension!"

After voicing his thoughts, Zhou Yunshen shifted the topic.

"Earlier, I met with some of the younger generation of the Zhou family. I will depart tomorrow morning."

Zhou Fuqiu asked, his curiosity piqued, "Where will the ancestor be heading next?"

Without directly answering, Zhou Yunshen replied, "Before I leave, there are a few matters I need to entrust to you."

He then removed a ring from his withered finger.

This was no ordinary storage ring; its capacity far surpassed that of typical storage bags, multiplied by a hundredfold. However, what truly rendered it priceless were the resplendent Blood Coral patterns meticulously embroidered upon its surface.

To wear it signified one's position as the Patriarch of the Zhou Family! Everyone, including the current Family Head Zhou Junxiao, would be bound to obey their commands.

"From this moment on, the Zhou family will heed your words."

Zhou Fuqiu was genuinely taken aback, completely unprepared for such a declaration.

Without allowing him time to react, Zhou Yunshen continued, "Within this ring lies a lifetime's worth of cultivation experience and profound insights. Additionally, there are ten top-grade Spirit Stones of various attributes, and a grand total of ten million Spirit Stones."

"Lastly, considering your imminent Core Formation, I have prepared a selection of top-grade materials for you. These materials will be instrumental in forging a Natal Magic Item to your liking in the future!"

Zhou Fuqiu murmured, "Ancestor, Fuqiu is not worthy!"

Yet, Zhou Yunshen had already, undeniably, placed the ring onto his hand.

The action was subtle, yet it carried an immense weight.

Only Zhou Yunshen understood that the contents within the ring encompassed not only his 'gamble' but also the legacy that Luo Chen had left behind at Bailu Marsh.

Once the Coral Ring was securely on his finger, Zhou Yunshen gently patted Zhou Fuqiu's shoulder.

"For the path that lies ahead, tread with caution and cherish what you have been given."

"Now, go and rest!"

Zhou Fuqiu's fingers brushed against the ring, still radiating a warmth from the elder's touch, and he felt an inexplicable sense of gravity.

That night, he did not engage in cultivation.

As the first light of dawn began to break, Zhou Fuqiu slowly opened his eyes.

The kind and gentle old man had already vanished without a trace.

He forlornly pushed open the door of the sleeping palace, and amidst the early morning mist, a graceful figure came into view, appearing as though she had been standing there for a considerable time.

"Disciple, pays respects to Master!"

Zhou Fuqiu bowed deeply.