Transmigration with QQ Farm

“……” Mrs. Luo, on the other hand, felt awkward about the idea. Yet she was well aware of the prurient behaviors of her two grandsons, so she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Get them out so soon as possible….”

Luo Junhao looked even colder than he was earlier.

“Sacred Land Zhongyuan let out news that any young cultivators in Qing’an Province can join as their disciples!”

“Sacred Land Zhongyuan are now accepting disciples! Anyone below the age of 15 will have the opportunity of joining as their disciples!”

“I have heard a lot of good things about Sacred Land Zhongyuan. I have heard that they have an abundance of resources and never short on any items. They are every bit as good as any of the Top 9 Sects!”

“It’s too bad they are only recruiting anyone below the age of 15; otherwise, we can go and give it a shot too!”

“Exactly, not only do they have mystical water, mystical herbs, and mystical animals, I heard they also have a master beast tamer. It’s such a bummer that I not a Qing’an native!”

“They are going to have a competition for the applicants, we must go take witness the event ourselves!”

“Yes, most definitely we should go. Perhaps we will be able to become their disciples as well!”

“I wonder how many disciples they plan on recruiting. I hope we have a shot at it!”

“Have you heard? Sacred Land Zhongyuan’s elder is a martial monarch. That’s the highest level on our continent!”

“What I wouldn’t give to have a martial monarch as my master. Such a pity that we are natives of Qing’an…”

“…..”

News about Sacred Land Zhongyuan spread through the entire Dafeng and stirred up a lot of passions. Almost the entire continent was discussing about Sacred Land Zhongyuan and their recruitment exclusively.

One way or another, Sacred Land Zhongyuan had risen to the equivalent of the Top 9 Sects. Not only did most individuals not look down on them not being one of the Top 9 Sect, quite contrarily, the resourcefulness of the Cheng’s made others eager to join them at the first possible time!

As the news were all of the place, Zhu Bo looked helplessly as his haggard son inside the Green Mountain Manor and couldn’t find the right words to say.

Ever since he had been back from Willows, now Sacred Land Zhongyuan, Zhu Xiangyu had not been himself. What Zhu Bo hadn’t expected was that his son’s symptoms seemed to be getting more severe by the day, now he was downright dispirited, languid, and lifeless.

He was his father after all, naturally he had an idea of what was the cause of this. Surely, part of his intention of sending his son to represent him with the Cheng’s was hoping his son and Maiden Cheng would hit it off.

He hadn’t expected that when his son was finally interested, Maiden Cheng would have fallen for the genius numerologist of Temple of Divine Plans. Now that they were already betrothed, he wouldn’t even have the opportunity to compete with him.

“Yu-er, do keep in mind that there are many other types of emotions in addition to romance. Dad hopes that you will be able to walk out of this one day.”

“Ugh…”

Zhu Bo’s words made Zhu Xiangyu frowned a little, as though he wasn’t comprehending his words.

“Yu-er, what’s yours is yours, otherwise you can’t force it. As this was the case, why not think perhaps you have yet to meet the right girl for you?”

“Dad, let’s not talk about this right now!” Zhu Xiangyu didn’t feel like talking, and most definitely not about this subject that has been bothering him.

“Aye….”

Looking at his son, Zho Bo refused to give up and he continued to say, “Yu-er, do you still remember Maiden Gong from Palace of Immortal Beasts?”

“Palace of Immortal Beasts?” Zhu Xiangyu hadn’t heard about that name for quite a while. He couldn’t help but think about his trip to Palace of Immortal Beasts three years ago and that very pretty young woman. He nodded and said, “I remember. Come to think about we, we are sort of cousins, right?”