Dragon Prince Yuan

Zhou Yuan was startled to stand outside the cave, it seemed that this cave hadn't changed at all over the years, even the doors were exactly the same as when he left back then.

"All these years, this Ziyuan Cave Mansion has maintained the same layout that you left, and no disciples have ever lived in it, so it's considered perfect for you." A laugh came from the side and Zhou Yuan looked off to the side, it was Shen Taiyuan.

"Thank you, Peak Master."

Zhou Yuan nodded his head at Shen Taiyuan, somewhat grateful, after all, this cave house wasn't just a former residence for him, here, it held the memories of his interdependence with Yao Yao.

And it was in this cave house that Zhou Yuan's relationship with Dao Yao had a rapid growth.

"Did die die not come back with you this time?" Shen Taiyuan asked.

Zhou Yuan shook his head and said, "She is in a special situation and is unable to come to Cangxuantian."

Shen Taiyuan nodded and said, "Originally, the palm master had arranged the best place for you to stay, but I think that you might like it better here."

"That's for sure."

Zhou Yuan smiled, then took a deep breath and stepped into the cave.

The cave dwelling was still as quiet as it was when the two of them lived here, with a small stream flowing within the cave dwelling, with stone pavilions and bridges dotted about, and then when you entered deeper, you would see a delicate flower garden.

Zhou Yuan looked at the flower garden, in which there were hundreds of flowers competing, there are many spiritual plants, these, all of which were planted one by one by the hands of the year Yao Yao.

A warm smile appeared on Zhou Yuan's lips, as if he was recalling those heartwarming images from back then.

He slowly walked forward, and finally saw a densely-branched peach tree standing quietly, with pink petals covering the surrounding ground.

Zhou Yuan stood in front of the peach tree, he gazed at the peach blossoms, and what was reflected in his eyes was the beautiful silhouette that made people miss him.

Yao Yao's cold and beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes, and every scowl and smile was heartwarming.

Zhou Yuan stretched out his palm to catch a piece of falling peach blossom and said softly, "Diao Yao, when I pacify the Cangxuantian, I will definitely bring you back then, at that time, we will live here permanently."

Zhou Yuan stood under the peach tree for a long time before he turned around and marched out of the cave, he briefly brooded in front of the cave, then carrying a jug of good wine, he went straight towards the back of the Sacred Source Peak.

Although the Sacred Source Peak was not as quiet as it was then, the back mountain was still a forbidden area that ordinary disciples were not allowed to enter, thus making it particularly quiet.

Zhou Yuan strolled through the ancient dense forest, and finally a slightly dilapidated palace appeared in the forest, and the square in front of the palace was covered with withered fallen leaves.

Zhou Yuan stepped on the fallen leaves and walked across the plaza, then saw a rickety old figure on the steps in front of the palace, he was holding a broom, as if he was taking a nap, and there were still withered leaves on his body.

Zhou Yuan sat down on the stone steps next to the old man and then reached out to help him remove as many of the fallen leaves from his body as he could.

His movement alerted the old man, who opened his clouded eyes in shock, looking at the man who hadn't even noticed how he had appeared.

"Elder Xuan, it's been many years, how are you?" Zhou Yuan smiled brightly at the old man and said.

Back then in this Cangxuan Sect, if anyone really had the grace to teach him, I'm afraid that this old man in front of him was even going to surpass Shen Taiyuan as well as Qing Yang's Head Master.

Old Xuan's cloudy eyes looked at the man in front of him, his eyes clearly also carried some shock, he stared at Zhou Yuan for a long while before he trembled and said, "Zhou... Kid Zhou Yuan?"

"You're even back?!"

Zhou Yuan laughed, "It's been more than a decade, of course it's time to come back, right? Seeing your old man like this, it seems like you haven't heard much from me."

Holding his broom, Xuan Lao said huskily, "After that battle ended back then, I returned here and never went out again, and also told Qing Yang and the others that if they wanted to kill their way to the Sacred Palace, they should come and call me, and if they didn't, they shouldn't come and find me."

He shook his head and said, "Thus, no one has bothered me for the past ten years."

There was clearly a strong sense of disappointment in his words, it was clear that he didn't need this kind of silence, what he wanted more was for the Qing Yang palace master to bring the news he wanted.

"The Sacred Palace is strong, even the Qing Yang palmist wouldn't dare to trespass, after all, he carries the entire Cangxuan Sect on his back." Zhou Yuan took out the wine bowl, then poured it full and served it to Xuan Lao with both hands.

Xuan Lao slowly took it and said, "I know, I don't blame him, it's just that in the end, it's hard to avenge the master's death, I want to avenge him."

Zhou Yuan was silent, he knew that Xuan Lao was extremely respectful of Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, his meaning of living might be to avenge Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, but he also understood that with his strength alone, it was impossible for him to pose a threat to the Sovereign Yuan Palace Master, so he had no choice but to sit here withered.

Zhou Yuan stretched out his wine bowl and clinked it with Old Man Xuan, saying, "I know what your old man is thinking, so I'm here."

Xuan Lao took a sip from his wine bowl, the wine dripping down his bushy beard, he stared at Zhou Yuan with some incomprehension and said, "What's the point of you coming... That Saint Yuan hates you to the bone, and you still dare to come back, you really don't know the meaning of the word."

Zhou Yuan was not pleased with the words, he put down his wine bowl, stood up and said to Xuan Lao, "Now to grandly introduce you to your old man, standing before you is the patriarch of the Mixed Yuan Tian Profound Domain, the personal disciple of the Cang Profound Grandmaster, the man that the Golden Luo Gu Zun personally approved of, the husband of Zhou Xiaoyao and the first person recognized under the saints of the heavens ... Zhou Yuan!"

Xuan Lao was somewhat dazed as he looked at Zhou Yuan who said a long list of inexplicable titles, but he did hear the last one clearly: "The first person under the Saint? You?"

Zhou Yuan looked at him with a smiling face.

As Old Man Xuan stared at Zhou Yuan, his brows suddenly grew furrowed and his pale face became heavy as he clearly felt an extremely terrifying pressure that was slowly released from the man in front of him at this moment.

That mighty pressure caused the heavens and earth to become darkened.

Indistinctly, he saw that there was a Violet Gold Sacred Dragon entrenched behind Zhou Yuan, and that mighty pressure caused even the heavens and earth to tremble.

The wine bowl in Xuan Lao's hand shook violently, and wine dripped out, and just as he lost his concentration, Zhou Yuan had already withdrawn his momentum and sat down at the side.

"If I'm not a little more confident, do you really think that I've come back to die?" Zhou Yuan smiled.

Xuan Lao turned his head with some difficulty, his gaze deadly scanning Zhou Yuan's face, he seemed to be certain that the person in front of him was the furry brat who had first emerged from the hut back then.

After looking at it for half a day, the face in front of him was much less green than before, replaced by a sense of profoundness that even he was somewhat unable to see through.

"Before I came here just now, I met with the four Saint Sect Heads and created the Cangxuan Alliance with them, with me as the ally, the next step is to consolidate the power of the entire Cangxuan Heaven, overthrow the Saint Palace, and kill the Saint Yuan." Zhou Yuan said.

With every sentence he said, Old Xuan's palms shook, and by the end, he was already unable to hold the wine bowl steady, his voice trembling, but his eyes looked at Zhou Yuan with endless expectation, "You're serious?!"

"Really, I won't lie to you old man." Zhou Yuan nodded his head seriously.

Elder Xuan trembled, "You, you're really sure that you can fight with that Saint Yuan?"

"As long as he hasn't truly entered the sage, I won't be afraid of him, and if I really want to fight, no one knows who will live or die," Zhou Yuan said.

Xuan Lao stared at Zhou Yuan, and after a long while, there were turbid tears falling down his deeply wrinkled face as he murmured, "Master's eyes were right, if he could have learned of today, he would surely be pleased with your achievements as well."

Zhou Yuan lifted his wine bowl and said, "So this time I came with the intention of inviting your old man, to see if you still have the strength to come with me to topple that Sacred Palace."

Xuan Lao gripped the wine bowl and clinked it over heavily, the dying air swept away, and even his voice became fierce.

"Dry the Holy Yuan!"