Chapter 225: Sister Luo's Difficult MissionThe Flying Boat Has Returned

Chapter 225: Sister Luo's Difficult MissionThe Flying Boat Has Returned

The elders and disciples guarding the mountain gate flew out to greet them, their robes billowing in the wind. They escorted the flying boat into the sacred grounds of the Holy Land.

Across the inner sects of each peak, the direct disciples and true disciples all raised their heads to gaze at the massive flying boat looming above.

"The Holy Son and the Holy Daughter have returned!"

"His Highness, the Holy Son, is invincible!"

A female disciple, unable to contain her excitement, shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, the Holy Son..."

On the Top Deck of the Flying Boat

Chu Xiu and the Holy Daughter, Tai Su, stood side by side, overlooking the crowd below.

The breeze played with their hair, causing their robes to ripple like flowing silk.

"Chu Xiu, you've become quite the sensation now," Tai Su said lazily, stretching as she yawned.

"But I get it. You brought great honor to Tai Su this time."

She smirked playfully. "I can't even envy you enough."

Chu Xiu waved casually to the people below, and immediately, a chorus of screams erupted from the female disciples.

He chuckled and said, "Saint, you flatter me!"

Two Hours Later

Chu Xiu returned to Yunxia Peak.

The mountain remained as serene and majestic as ever, shrouded in mist, exuding a sense of timeless tranquility.

Verdant trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight.

Cranes glided gracefully among the cloud-wrapped pavilions, their clear cries echoing through the air.

Chu Xiu moved like a shadow through the mountain, his speed ghostly and silent.

Before long, he arrived outside his cave courtyard.

Before stepping inside, a tantalizing aroma of wine and barbecue wafted through the air.

In the distance, the crisp laughter of Qin Yiyi rang out, bright and carefree.

"Sister has a treasure."

"Do you want it?"

Chu Xiu's eyes lit up as he stared at the compass in Luo Qingyu's hand.

As a master of formations, he could tell at a glance that this compass was extraordinary.

"Sister Luo, is this a formation weapon? And of extremely high grade at that?"

Formation weapons—unlike disposable formation flags—were rare treasures. They could be used repeatedly, much like magical artifacts, making them invaluable.

If Chu Xiu could get his hands on a high-grade formation weapon, even a seventh-grade formation would be within his grasp with enough time.

"You have a keen eye. Your formation studies weren't wasted after all," Luo Qingyu nodded approvingly. She grabbed a wine pot, tilted her head back, and took a long gulp.

"Ha..."

Setting the pot down, she glanced at Chu Xiu with a teasing smile. Biting her lower lip lightly, she casually tossed the compass in her hand.

"I got this after killing three Holy Kings. This is a Quasi-Emperor Formation Compass. You should know its value better than I do."

"Hiss..."

Chu Xiu sucked in a breath, his gaze locked onto the compass.

"I want—"

"Hehe..."

Luo Qingyu laughed, her shoulders shaking with amusement.

"Little brother, what do you want? Speak clearly, or people might misunderstand~"

Qin Yiyi, who had been watching from the side, blinked her big eyes in confusion as the two adults talked in cryptic words.

She thought to herself: Is it really so hard to understand what adults are saying?

Being an adult seemed complicated.

Well! If I don't understand, I'll just have to learn!

Her little face turned serious as she focused intently, determined to remember their conversation word for word.

"I want you... Cough—"

Chu Xiu coughed dryly, quickly correcting himself.

"Sister Luo, name your price. How can I obtain it? This thing is extremely important to me."

Luo Qingyu tapped her chin with a slender jade-like finger, her beautiful eyes glinting with mischief.

"In two days, the White Lady will make an appearance. I want you to find a way to make her blush."

"If you can make her face turn red, this Quasi-Emperor Compass is yours."

Chu Xiu didn't agree immediately. Instead, he carefully considered the request.

At first glance, Luo Qingyu's condition seemed simple. But in reality, it was anything but.

First, he knew all too well what kind of person Aunt Luo in white was—an ice-cold beauty. Making her blush was an almost impossible challenge.

Second, she had a rigid, old-fashioned personality, completely opposite to the charming and bold Sister Luo in purple.

Third—and most importantly—she was terrifyingly powerful. If he overstepped his boundaries... he might end up getting slapped to death.

This so-called "simple" task was actually full of life-threatening risks.

It was like asking him to install a surveillance camera on the sun…

If he wasn't careful, he, Old Chu, would perish on the spot.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Luo Qingyu's smile grew even more radiant, dazzlingly bright and seductive.

"What's wrong? Are you scared? Hmm?"

Chu Xiu scratched his head and admitted honestly, "A little..."

"Sister Luo, can you guarantee that Aunt Luo won't kill me?"

"If you can ensure my safety, I'll take the challenge."

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he coveted the Quasi-Emperor Compass. However, if the choice was between the compass and his life, he would undoubtedly choose the latter.

Sure, he had a backup plan for resurrection, but this current identity and foundation were far too valuable to risk throwing away for a mere artifact.

Luo Qingyu seemed to understand his concerns.

"Not bad, little brother. Even in the face of temptation, you still maintain rational judgment."

Chu Xiu grinned, retrieving a pot of peach blossom wine gifted by the Saint of Yaochi and offering it to her.

As Luo Qingyu took the wine pot, her fingers lightly brushed against the back of his hand—slow, deliberate, and teasing.

That soft touch sent an itch straight to Old Chu's heart!

"How about this?" Luo Qingyu mused, her voice silky smooth. "I'll have a talk with her and make sure she doesn't harm you?"