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On the mountain road surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, Wang Zhifan rode slowly on the back of a red deer horse, drinking the local wine he bought and listening to songs on his portable speaker.

Half a month has passed since he came to this world. During this half month, he felt that he had vaguely touched the so-called state of great freedom, and it seemed that the inspiration for a breakthrough could come at any time.

Suddenly, in front of the mountain path where he was riding, two figures fell from the sky and blocked his way. They were two young cultivators in long fluttering robes.

They flew over on swords at an incredible speed. As soon as they landed on the ground, one of them raised his hands with a smile and said to Wang Zhifan:

"Sir, please stay! Our master invites you to the cave for a chat!"

"I'm not interested, please go back."

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan, who was riding on the red deer horse, responded without thinking and had no intention of keeping the appointment at all.

In fact, this was not the first time that someone invited him to be their guest. Among them were ordinary people who invited him out of enthusiasm or for some purpose, as well as immortal cultivators who wanted to make friends with him because of his extraordinary strength, but he rejected them all.

The reason was simple. He was currently immersed in the pursuit of great freedom and did not want to communicate too much with the locals. Mundane affairs would affect his inspiration for a breakthrough.

However, his attitude undoubtedly made the two young cultivators who came to invite him feel unhappy. The young man who had been smiling just now suddenly became a little ugly after hearing this. The other person standing next to him directly became a bad guy and said coldly to Wang Zhifan on horseback:

"Don't be so ungrateful! My master is the elder of Zixia Immortal Sect! To be invited by him is the blessing you have earned in this lifetime..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a flash of light in front of his eyes, and then he felt something falling from the top of his head. At the same time, strands of hair fell on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw that the bun on his head had been chopped off and fell to the ground.

For a moment, this person felt very stunned, and his companion beside him also showed surprise, because neither of them felt attacked just now, they just caught a glimpse of a ray of light, and the hair tied on one of their heads fell off directly.

At the moment when the two were a little confused, Wang Zhifan had already driven the Red Deer Horse high up and quickly passed over their heads, leaving a bland sentence in their ears:

"Remember to be careful with your words next time, or it won't be your hair that falls off next time."

As Wang Zhifan gradually walked away, the two young cultivators stood on the deserted mountain road, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

"Brother, just now..."

The young man who spoke rudely to Wang Zhifan broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He turned to his companion beside him with a look of surprise and asked.

"It's a sword. He must have drawn it. It is said that he is a rare sword master in the world. It is natural that he can be so fast..."

The young man who was asked answered immediately and also felt cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Because as cultivators with practical experience, they understood very well what the scene just now meant. They didn't see the opponent's attack movements from beginning to end, and the hair on their heads was cut off. If they really angered the opponent, they would definitely not have any chance to fight back.

"But if this is the case, how can we explain this to our Master?"

The young man, with cold sweat on his forehead, felt that he was in big trouble. He turned around and wanted to chase Wang Zhifan again, but his legs felt weak. He didn't want the other party to be unhappy and turn him into a headless ghost.

"It's okay. We just need to report the truth to our master, and he will make the decision."

After the other young man finished speaking, he raised his hand, made a sword gesture, jumped onto the flying sword and immediately returned. Seeing this, his fellow apprentice beside him no longer hesitated and quickly followed on the sword.

On the other side, Wang Zhifan was still drinking the local wine in his gourd while riding his red deer horse on the mountain path. He didn't care about the little episode just now and was immersed in the state of freedom he was pursuing.

After a while, he climbed to the top of the nearest mountain, dismounted, turned off the stereo, sat on a rock, and prepared to meditate in this place for a few hours to see if he could make any progress.

But today this place seemed to be particularly lively. Not long after, an old man in sackcloth clothes who looked like a woodcutter came up from the foot of the mountain and reminded him who was sitting cross-legged on a rock:

"Young man! It's very windy on the top of the mountain! You'll catch a cold easily if you sit for a long time! Don't do anything stupid just because you're young! Listen to my advice..."

The old man had a tough and kind appearance, and spoke with concern for the younger generation. He looked like an ordinary old man in the mountains, but Wang Zhifan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes, looked at him and replied unhappily:

"You've driven away the younger one and now the older one is here... Tell me, what do you want from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in front of him who looked like an old woodcutter suddenly flashed with brilliance and changed into an old man in brocade clothes with vigor and extraordinary bearing. The powerful aura emanating from his body showed that he was undoubtedly a high-level immortal cultivator.

"Haha... my disguise skills really can't hide from my eyes."

The old man in brocade clothes with a powerful aura raised his hand, touched the black hair on his chin, smiled at Wang Zhifan, and then told him the reason for his visit to Wang Zhifan, which was unexpectedly concise and clear.

"I have come here to invite you to visit the North Sea Polar Fairy Palace and fight for the rare treasures in the Fairy Palace! This Fairy Palace is said to be the place where the North Sea Extremely Evil Old Immortal sat in meditation. I am sure you must have heard of the name of the Extremely Evil Old Immortal. He was the most powerful immortal in the world of immortal cultivation more than 3,000 years ago. He once collected treasures from all over the world in order to break through the realm of the Golden Immortal. Now that his Fairy Palace has appeared in the mortal world, a bloody fight is inevitable..."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Wang Zhifan who was still sitting cross-legged on the stone. He found that he looked a little calm, as if he was unmoved. He couldn't help but ask curiously:
"My friend, don't you think this opportunity can arouse your interest? This is the greatest treasure in the world from more than 3,000 years ago! Back then, it was not like today. It took a lot of effort to find a natural spiritual object! Although the territory of the extremely evil old immortal must be full of dangers, with your ability, plus my help, you will definitely be able to get a share of the spoils from the immortals..."

After Wang Zhifan listened to his second pitch, it cannot be said that his expression did not change at all, it can only be said that it was similar to before, but he still gave a response after all:
"If the trip is possible within half a month, I can join."

"Half a month? If you agree, we can set off within ten days!"

When the old man heard that there was a chance, he immediately replied with a smile.

Then he left the specific meeting method and left quickly, because Wang Zhifan had already shown that he didn't want to talk any more, which was similar to an order to expel him. In fact, Wang Zhifan didn't care about the invitation from the Extremely Evil Immortal Palace. He just agreed casually and asked the old man to leave quickly and not interfere with his cultivation.

Otherwise, he would have to find out about the old man's identity, why the old man invited a stranger like him, and the current situation of the Extreme Evil Palace.

It's not that he doesn't like opportunities, but after exploring the immortal ruins in the Dark Cloud Realm, he found that there is a big difference between the immortal path and his own path of practice. The precious treasures of the immortal path are not very useful to him, so his enthusiasm for exploration is naturally not high.

However, it is human nature to explore treasures. If time permits, Wang Zhifan doesn't mind taking a look. Even if it's just for fun, it's okay to treat it as a special travel program.

On the other side, the old man in brocade clothes turned into a stream of light and returned to his sect. In a hall filled with purple clouds, he gathered with several senior cultivators and told them about his experience with Wang Zhifan.

Obviously, the old man did not have a good impression of Wang Zhifan's cold and perfunctory attitude. He told everyone that this was a solitary guy who might be strong, but had a weird temper and was unwilling to communicate with others.

"Can you find out his background? Which sect did he follow?"

Someone asked the old man, and this was also the reason why they decided to contact Wang Zhifan.

Because Wang Zhifan has been wandering around recently, even if he didn't harm anyone, he still caused quite a stir. Several mountains were chopped down by him with one sword. People in the immortal sect couldn't help but notice him, and they became very interested in his origins and identity.

But for now, no one would think that Wang Zhifan is from the outside world, because there is no conclusive evidence of outsiders appearing in this world. Only a few brave immortals ran to the outside world and never came back.

Therefore, it is difficult for the top beings in this world to imagine that Wang Zhifan is an outsider. They will only think that he is from a mysterious immortal sect, or that he is a disciple of an anonymous immortal. This world is so big that even they do not have a thorough understanding of it.

The old man in brocade clothes could only shake his head helplessly at this question and said:

"I wanted to ask, but this boy didn't want to talk much. Before we could talk for a few words, he ordered me to leave. If I could see through his true colors, I would definitely put him in the alchemy furnace to refine him and avenge my disciple's humiliation..."

From his words, we can know that he is the master of the two young cultivators who stopped Wang Zhifan on the mountain road not long ago, and this immortal sect is undoubtedly the Zixia Immortal Sect.

"Haha, no need to rush. Since this guy has agreed to go to the North Sea Polar Region, we will have plenty of opportunities to find out his background and see if he is worth winning over..."

"Well, if this boy only knows some strange sword skills, I will definitely integrate him into my immortal weapon spirit and let him know that the dignity of the immortal sect cannot be insulted..."

"This is such a waste. Let me take him in as my bodyguard..."

The others started discussing the matter in a relaxed and happy manner, and just like Wang Zhifan's attitude towards the invitation, they did not take him too seriously. Everything they did was actually just a test, and they were not really eager for Wang Zhifan to join their polar journey.

If Wang Zhifan heard their discussion with his own ears, he probably would not show any change in emotion. He currently has no plans to have too much interaction with the people in this world, because he is just a passer-by who came to this strange world to practice. There is no need for him to communicate closely with the locals.

But this does not mean that he will be afraid of things. An important criterion of the state of mind of great freedom is not being constrained by the outside world. If people in this world think that he is easy to bully and can be manipulated at will, then he really doesn't mind killing people and then leaving. Having one's own bottom line and being weak and vulnerable are two completely different things.

Time passed day by day, and when Wang Zhifan had stayed in this world for more than twenty days, a flying sword suddenly flew from the sky and came to his side, informing him that the time to set off for the journey to the Far North had come.

But Wang Zhifan, who was riding on the red deer horse, gave a calm answer that did not conform to the inviter's idea, and said directly:
"Your Excellency can go ahead. I still have some matters to take care of and will be there in a few days."

The flying sword brought his words back to Zixia Immortal Sect. Several senior cultivators were speechless. Someone suggested on the spot that they should go and talk to Wang Zhifan together, but this was quickly rejected by the others.

It’s not that they are afraid of Wang Zhifan, but they do have an important plan to explore the Far North Fairy Palace. The lack of an outsider’s participation is nothing at all. Everything should be based on the Fairy Palace’s behavior. It won’t be too late to deal with Wang Zhifan after finishing the Fairy Palace’s business.

"Then let that brat show off for a while! When we obtain the treasure of the extremely evil old immortal, we will make him regret his arrogance today!"

The top leaders of Zixia Immortal Sect ignored Wang Zhifan and set off directly to the North Sea Pole, starting a battle for treasure with other forces in the Ji'e Immortal Palace.

Wang Zhifan enjoys quietness even more, and devotes himself wholeheartedly to the exploration of a free state of mind and the pursuit of breakthrough inspiration.

He still wandered around as usual, and within a few days he completely forgot about the invitation. The reason was that he felt that his premonition of breakthrough was becoming clearer and clearer. Compared with this, other things had to take a back seat. What invitation or what evil old immortal? They were just a cloud in front of the state of mind of great freedom, and he completely ignored them.

However, sometimes, things that you have ignored and avoided may hit you on their own. Wang Zhifan encountered such a bizarre thing.

It was more than thirty days after he arrived in this world. He was in a bamboo forest, feeling the natural and free spiritual state of mind. Suddenly, an extremely powerful and violent aura came from all directions. As soon as it appeared, it exploded with terrifying power, instantly turning the area within a thousand miles, including the bamboo forest where he was, into a huge pit.

"???"

Wang Zhifan was almost the only survivor of this sudden attack. He relied on the power of the law to resist the devastating attack, but he was full of question marks.

The reason was very simple. He found that he seemed not to be the real target of the attack. After the terrifying existence that had just appeared launched a shocking attack, it continued to attack randomly while moving away, just like a madman. He just happened to be in the opponent's affected range.

"What is this? I was training well and suddenly someone came to me and treated me like a broken sandbag?"

Feeling unhappy, Wang Zhifan immediately drew out the Qingdi Sword and soared into the sky, approaching the crazy and terrifying existence, intending to take revenge on the spot.

When he got closer, he found that the other party was a strange inhuman being. His body looked like a flying zombie that had just jumped out of an ancient coffin, but his aura was close to that of an immortal cultivator in this world. The most conspicuous thing was that there was a dark blood-red word "evil" engraved on this guy's forehead.

"The extremely evil old immortal?"

Wang Zhifan immediately had an association. (End of this chapter)