In the afternoon, Xu Zimo grew tired of staying in his room and decided to go out for a walk.

But he could only move around on Spirit Herb Mountains. Xia Wanqing was afraid he might slip up, so she wouldn’t let him interact with too many unrelated people.

While walking among the great peaks of Spirit Herb Mountains, he spotted Huang Yi and Zhang Chunchun at a distance, bringing along a few young men in green robes.

The group chatted as they walked, and it was obvious Huang Yi was very happy.

“Big Dummy,” Huang Yi subconsciously called out Xu Zimo’s name from afar.

But she quickly realized that his identity was different now, and immediately stopped herself.

“Junior Sister, who’s that?” one of the young men laughed. “Since when did Spirit Herb Mountains have another male disciple? He looks unfamiliar.”

“Senior Brother Zhuo, let’s go. You’ll find out later,” Huang Yi hurriedly tried to change the subject.

“What’s the rush?” Zhuo Bufan chuckled.

“I heard earlier today that Senior Sister Xia has found herself an ideal husband. I was curious before… could it be him?”

The others burst into laughter.

Huang Yi and Zhang Chunchun both looked embarrassed.

“This friend, how should we address you?” The group blocked Xu Zimo’s path, smiling as they asked.

“You can call me Big Daddy,” Xu Zimo said with an innocent smile.

“...Big Daddy?” they repeated subconsciously, then quickly realized what he meant. “You brat, what do you mean by that?”

“Didn’t you just ask my name?” Xu Zimo replied. “So, what do you want from me?”

“You’re the husband Senior Sister Xia chose?” Zhuo Bufan asked.

“Well, since we haven’t entered the bridal chamber yet, isn’t calling me husband a little inappropriate?” Xu Zimo said shyly. “I still prefer being called Big Daddy.”

“Sharp tongue. I hope you can keep talking like that later,” Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeve.

“Senior Sister Huang, your beloved doesn’t seem that great,” Xu Zimo teased, looking at Huang Yi.

Her face turned ugly, and she hurried to catch up with Zhuo Bufan.

The group dispersed, leaving only one young man behind. He looked at Xu Zimo and smiled. “Let’s get acquainted. My name is Wen Liang.”

“What? Do you need something?” Xu Zimo asked.

Wen Liang glanced around and then said with a smile, “To be honest, I don’t know where you came from, but my advice is to stay away from this mess with Senior Sister Xia. Just some advice, meant well.”

“What? You’re afraid I’ll get swept away by this mess?” Xu Zimo smiled.

“Do you know our sect’s Prime Descendant, Li Xiaoyuan?” Wen Liang asked.

“No,” Xu Zimo shook his head.

“You don’t even know that? Where did you come from?” Wen Liang said.

“He’s ranked ninety-eighth on the Heroes Ranking, the most gifted disciple of Martial Heaven Sacred Ground in the past hundred years. At such a young age, he’s already reached the peak of the Desolate Meridian Realm. And you’ve never heard of him?”

“Is the Desolate Meridian Realm strong?” Xu Zimo scratched his head, looking puzzled.

“Enough, I’ll just be blunt. Prime Descendant Li likes Senior Sister Xia, and he’s been pursuing her. Now you understand,” Wen Liang said.

“So is it that he likes her, or that he likes the fact her grandfather is the Sacred Lord?” Xu Zimo chuckled.

“Anyway, you and I both know the truth. Leave while you still can, while you still have the chance,” Wen Liang warned.

Xu Zimo only smiled and said nothing.

After wandering around Spirit Herb Mountains, Xu Zimo returned, and before long, Xia Wanqing came to find him.

She handed him a storage ring and said, “This is your cultivation resource for this month. If it’s not enough, tell me.”

Xu Zimo accepted the ring and nodded slightly.

“I heard you met Zhuo Bufan today?” Xia Wanqing asked after a short pause.

Xu Zimo nodded again.

“Don’t pay attention to him. He’s just Li Xiaoyuan’s lackey,” Xia Wanqing said. “Since you’re my husband, I’ll guarantee your safety. Also, tomorrow my grandfather wants to meet you. Be prepared, but remember, you have me.”

Xu Zimo didn’t answer, just listened with a faint smile.

After she left, he began to cultivate.

The spiritforce in his body grew fuller, and he was getting closer to regaining his realm.

The night passed without incident.

At dawn, when the sky began to lighten, Xu Zimo woke early.

As soon as he stepped out of his courtyard, he saw Xia Wanqing coming out at the same time.

Breakfast had just been prepared and was set in the pavilion.

“Yesterday, I remembered my name,” Xu Zimo said with a smile. “Call me Xu Zimo.”

“Xu Zimo,” Xia Wanqing repeated softly. “I’ll remember it. In a while, I may need to go out. There’s a Mystic Realm in the Star River God-Dynasty, and several sects nearby will probably take part.”

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Xu Zimo smiled.

After breakfast, with Xia Wanqing leading the way, the two headed toward the Martial Heaven Sacred Ground’s main hall.

This was his first time leaving Spirit Herb Mountains.

The scenery of Martial Heaven Sacred Ground was truly magnificent. Deep in the mountains, it felt like a natural paradise.

Towering mountains and dense green forests stretched endlessly.

Millions of strange peaks stood upright, pointing toward the heavens.

On a solitary mountain peak, a vast, imposing palace rose high.

The palace covered nearly one hundred thousand square meters, its entire structure plated in gold. At the front, a massive gate, over a hundred meters tall, loomed with authority.

Crowds moved back and forth all around.

When Xu Zimo and Xia Wanqing arrived, they naturally drew many curious glances.

Most people pointed and whispered.

Occasionally, some greeted Senior Sister Xia politely.

Xu Zimo could tell that Xia Wanqing seemed nervous.

But she still stood firmly in front of him.

Inside the great palace, the atmosphere turned solemn at once.

Red carpets stretched across the floor, and an elder sat at the highest throne of the palace.

On either side stood countless others.

By rights, Martial Heaven Sacred Ground was only a small sect. But judging by the scale and grandeur of this palace, it didn’t match their supposed level at all.

“Greetings, Sacred Lord, elders,” Xia Wanqing bowed respectfully.

Seeing Xu Zimo remain unmoved, she quickly tugged at his robe.

Helpless, Xu Zimo followed her lead and bowed as well.

The two then stood to the left side, like the others.

The elder sitting at the top radiated heavy authority. His beard was long, nearly all white.

His cloudy eyes swept across the hall.

They finally lingered on Xu Zimo for a long while before moving on. Slowly, he spoke. “Today, I’ve gathered everyone here because there are a few important matters. First, regarding the Mystic Realm recently discovered in the Star River God-Dynasty. Grand Elder, speak on this.”

The elder standing at the front of the right side slowly stepped forward.

“According to the information we’ve gathered, this Mystic Realm seems to be related to the Nine Nights Immortal Sovereign.”

“The Nine Nights Immortal Sovereign? Then won’t Nine Nights Holy Lands be in an uproar?” someone nearby said with glee.