In the end, Nai Mucha was taken away by Mu Jinyu, leaving the Northern Plains.
"Barbarian King, Nai Mucha doesn't want to leave. Forcing him to go, is this really good for him?"
The barbarians of the Hanchi Tribe watched Mu Jinyu and Nai Mucha disappear from sight and sighed.
"This is the best choice."
The Barbarian King withdrew his gaze and suppressed the reluctance in his eyes, said in a deep voice, "If something really happens, and our Barbarian Tribe remaining in the Northern Plains is destroyed, at least he will be there as a seed, ensuring our tribe isn't truly extinct."
"With Nai Mucha's talent, he will surely shine brightly one day and continue to pass on the legacy of our Barbarian Tribe..."
...
Half a day later.
Mu Jinyu returned to the Chen Family with Nai Mucha.
Upon being informed, Wen Rou and Jian Ruyan came out to greet him.
"Little Mu, you're back. Is Little Silkworm alright? Oh, who is he..."
Wen Rou asked with concern about Little Ice Silkworm, and then, seeing Nai Mucha standing beside Mu Jinyu, felt he looked familiar and recognized him, saying, "Isn't he the champion of the Hanchi Tribe?"
Nai Mucha, with the cultivation level of the Seventh Layer of the Fanxu Realm, had recently defeated many opponents at the Eighth Level and Ninth Layer of the Fanxu Realm, winning the Hedao Fruit, so Wen Rou naturally would not forget him.
"It's me... Aunt Wen..." This was Nai Mucha's first time leaving the Northern Plains and coming to the outside world. Although his expression carried some sorrow from leaving his homeland, there was more of a restrained curiosity upon witnessing the prosperity of the outside world.
As for addressing Wen Rou as Aunt, it was not because he was younger than Wen Rou.
In fact, Nai Mucha, although a young member of the Hanchi Tribe, was already thirty-five years old. A thirty-five-year-old at the Seventh Layer of the Fanxu Realm, considering the poor cultivation resources in the Northern Plains, had an aptitude actually better than the Crown Prince Ji Changxin of the Dayan Dynasty.
The reason for calling Wen Rou this was naturally because of Mu Jinyu's close friendship with the Barbarian King, beyond age.
The Barbarian King was comparable to his grandfather's generation. The Barbarian King called Mu Jinyu a brother, so how could he dare to call Mu Jinyu and Wen Rou as Little Mu and Little Wen?
That was certainly not acceptable!
At that time, he indeed called Mu Jinyu Grandpa Mu and called Wen Rou and Jian Ruyan as Grandma...
However, because Wen Rou and Jian Ruyan always protested, finally, with the Barbarian King's and Mu Jinyu's consent, the younger generation of the Hanchi Tribe lowered their tone, calling them Uncle Mu and Aunt Wen and Aunt Jian…
Wen Rou felt somewhat embarrassed being called 'Aunt' by a thirty-five-year-old man, with a shy smile on her face, she curiously asked, "Did only you come from the Hanchi Tribe? Why haven't the others come out?"
Nai Mucha's expression turned dim, shaking his head he said, "No one else wanted to leave. I was forced out by the Barbarian King Grandpa..."
"What happened?" Jian Ruyan frowned and asked.
Mu Jinyu sighed, and then informed them about his pursuit of Little Ice Silkworm back to the Northern Plains, the upheaval in the Hanchi Tribe, and the decision made by the Barbarian King.
"There's such a thing..."
The Chen Family People nearby, upon hearing Mu Jinyu's narration, couldn't help but change their expressions slightly.
From Mu Jinyu's brief recount, they could imagine the ferocity of the Blood Witch Clan, from digging up the ancestors' graves to devour lost souls for cultivation, to killing for fresh blood for cultivation, none of which were acceptable to normal people.
And now, the Blood Witch Clan still has one at the Eighth Level of the Hedao Realm, and after inheriting the lost soul of the First Generation Witch Ancestor, is considered a half-step Breaking Void Realm contemporary Witch Ancestor, truly a major threat.
If she doesn't die and escapes from the Northern Plains, it truly wouldn't be a joke to say there'd be devastation.
"So, Little Mu, you brought him out?" Wen Rou sighed softly, understanding the well-intentioned concerns of the Barbarian King after hearing Mu Jinyu's words.
"Yes, the Barbarian King and they are too stubborn. They don't want to leave their homeland, nor do they want to be called cowards who fear the Blood Witch Clan." Mu Jinyu shook his head helplessly.
"Forget it, let's stop talking about this. The matter of coming to the Kunlun Ruins is about to end, and we're getting ready to go home." Shaking his head, Mu Jinyu stopped continuing the discussion on this topic, glancing sideways at Chen Shuyi who was standing next to Wen Rou with an awkward expression, and said to Wen Rou.
"Hmm, are we going home..." Wen Rou heard Mu Jinyu's words and did not show much joy or change in expression, she said softly.
"If you want to spend more time with your mother-in-law, we can stay a bit longer." Mu Jinyu noticed the seemingly eased relationship between Wen Rou and Chen Shuyi and said, not wanting to make things difficult for her.
"Moreover, it's about preparing to go home, not immediately going home. I also have to say goodbye to some friends, so you don't need to be in a hurry..." Mu Jinyu added.
Yes, his two purposes for coming to the Kunlun Ruins, solving the issue of Wen Rou and Jian Ruyan's mutual Soul Seizing, and investigating the truth behind the murder of Xiang Mantang's parents, have now been fulfilled.
He also unexpectedly met his long-missing master, Mu Shao'ai, so this journey can be considered complete and perfect; he can return to Huaxia.
After saying farewell to the Ice Silkworm Princess and those beings from the Extremely Cold Hell, even if he was to return to Huaxia, he could not leave immediately; he also needs to return to the Huitian Sword Sect to bid farewell to old friends, and to pay tribute to the innocent people who died in Demon Slaying City and Yan Chengyun, among others...
These things, previously, with being chased by Wu Xiongfei and others, and then by the Heavenly Palace, he had no time to handle, but now, without that fatal crisis, he absolutely needs to do them.
So upon seeing Wen Rou seemingly not wanting to return immediately to Huaxia, he was not in a hurry to rush, taking things slowly.
As for when it was finally time to leave, if Chen Shuyi also wanted to return with them, he wouldn't mind taking this mother-in-law back to Yinlong Mountain.
...
He arranged for the Chen Family to also provide a room for Nai Mucha.
Mu Jinyu was not in a rush to return to the Huitian Sword Sect to say goodbye to old friends but temporarily stayed with the Chen Family, as he said, to give more time for Wen Rou to be with her mother.
Returning to the courtyard where he stayed previously, Mu Jinyu took out the pale yellow jade slip that Mu Shao'ai tossed to him before leaving.
This jade slip recorded all the insights of the outstanding performers in the Transforming Dragon Platform throughout past Hidden Dragon Conferences.
Gathered over so many years, along with different individuals having varied insights on the Dragon Platform, this jade slip had long recorded the entire legacy of secret techniques from the Transforming Dragon Platform.
But precisely because it recorded too many people's insights, this record appeared very chaotic and mixed, making it incredibly difficult for a normal person to comprehend the correct secret technique legacy from it.
If it were not so, Mu Shao'ai, himself a person of great talent, would not have just improved his "True Dragon Art" from it, instead of completing the full version of the Dragon Platform's secret techniques?
Therefore, Mu Jinyu only intended to try and see if perhaps his insights differed from his master's, to further refine his "Dragon Transformation Scripture."
Holding the pale yellow jade slip, Mu Jinyu closed his eyes, gently pressing it against his forehead, then infused his Divine Sense into it.
"Boom!!"
As soon as his Divine Sense entered the jade slip, Mu Jinyu immediately felt his mind was flooded with countless pieces of information, almost exploding.
But soon, he endured the excruciating headache, sifting through these chaotic pieces of information rushing towards him, selecting those seemingly not gleaned from the Transforming Dragon Platform to comprehend the Dao Rhyme.