After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 284 Good News?
Although Meng San was not panicked, he felt somewhat helpless and weary.

"It's just a matter of time."

On the contrary, Song Nan seemed neither afraid nor weary in the face of what appeared to be an endless cycle of reincarnation.

Although her voice was tired, her eyes shone brightly as she looked at Meng San, filled with an even stronger fighting spirit.

"And the one thing we have in abundance is time."

Yes.

First of all, there's no need to mention Dream Three.

As for a cultivation genius like Song Nan, it's not impossible for him to break through here under such intense training.

Once a breakthrough is achieved, lifespan will be extended.

Therefore, the one thing they have in abundance is time.

Looking into Song Nan's hopeful eyes, Meng San felt for the first time that she truly knew him.

She had never seen such vibrant eyes before.

It is filled with a desire to live and a steadfast determination to never give up, even in death.

It was as if each cycle of reincarnation was a new beginning for him.

In its long past life, if it weren't for the loss of memories, the accumulation of so many memories once made it somewhat world-weary and indifferent.

His eyes had long since turned cold and weary.

Therefore, Meng San found such a gaze very novel.

At the same time, I was drawn to that look in his eyes.

Indeed, different living beings are not the same.

This stirred a ripple in her heart, which had long been as still as stagnant water.

Very strange.

In the countless peaceful years before, there were people around her, laughing and chattering.

Some people gave her wealth and honor, and also gave her endless love.

Even amidst those warm-toned memories, her heart remained cold and hard.

But in such a bloody and dark battlefield, one
A seemingly cold-faced young man who came from the mountains and was usually taciturn and unsmiling, actually warmed her hardened heart.

It turns out that flowers growing in barren soil can bloom with such a hopeful light.

Hope is such a dazzling and beautiful thing.

"Yes, we will definitely defeat Wutian."

She looked at Song Nan, and for some reason, the corners of her mouth twitched, revealing a genuine smile for the first time in many years.

**
In the Prisoner Dragon Sea, a small boat drifts alone on the surface.

Since the giant vortex that suddenly appeared here hundreds of years ago disappeared, the rare treasures hidden in the vortex also vanished, and all the cultivators who had gathered here gradually dispersed.

Only a few cultivators take turns patrolling, but it's all just for show.

Those who are just putting on an act naturally don't care whether there are ships docked here, especially since the ships bear the logo of Zhizhitang.

The boatman had been guarding this place for many years; as a human being, he never imagined he could live for so many years.

He never imagined that after becoming a cultivator, he would still be doing the work of a ferryman.

However, today's tide is somewhat unusual.

He carefully peered at the tide from the bow of the boat.

Only someone very familiar with the waters around here would notice, let alone a boatman.

The seawater... was too calm. Sensing something was wrong, the boatman immediately got up, flicked his finger, and somehow managed to grab a letter from thin air. He wrote something on it with his other finger and tossed it into the air.

The once flat piece of paper suddenly transformed into a gray bird, which quickly flew into the dark, cloud-covered sky.

On the Qingcang Continent, at the Hall of Knowledge.

A gray bird flew in from afar, and as it entered the hall, it emitted a golden glow around its body and landed on a fair and slender hand.

Lu Zhizhi, dressed in a brocade blue robe, took the letter that the bird had turned into. Just as he finished reading the letter, someone came to report.

"Master, someone else has come to inquire about Tang Ling of the Ancient Banyan Tree Courtyard."

"Didn't you say you didn't know anything?" Lu Zhizhi said without looking up.

“But…” the disciple said, “But that person has come more than once, and has been turned away each time. This time it seems he brought some reliable information.”

Upon hearing this, he gently raised his hand and said, "Let him in."

A moment later, a man dressed in black entered. He had strong features and a heroic air about him.

After glancing at it, Lu Zhizhi produced a small box from somewhere and began to fiddle with it.

"You know the rules here, right?" he asked without looking up.

The man in black recognized it as a mechanical box that had recently become popular among cultivators, which he had heard was created by a young man surnamed Wei.

Realizing he had lost focus, the man in black immediately snapped back to reality and nodded. "There are two ways to get information: you can buy it with money, or you can exchange it for another piece of information."

"Use your information."

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhizhi agreed so readily, which surprised the man in black. "Do you have reliable information about Tang Ling from the Ancient Banyan Academy?"

"A little, want some?" Lu Zhizhi lifted his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and looked inscrutable.

The man in black hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Please inform me, Master."

"My rule here is to tell you your news first." Lu Zhizhi continued fiddling with his phone.

"The reason why Qingyun Continent fell before was because of spies," the man in black said with a frown. "Those spies have now reached Gu's Continent."

"Who is it?" Lu Zhizhi didn't seem surprised, still focused intently on his hand.

"This...we haven't confirmed it yet," the man in black said hesitantly.

Lu Zhizhi chuckled lightly, "Then you know even less than I do. I've already determined who that person is."

The man in black suddenly raised his head, his lips moved for a moment, but he ultimately did not speak.

“I think you’ve all had your suspicions, but you just weren’t sure,” Lu Zhizhi said. “However, I’m telling you, his current power is far more complex than you think.”

The man in black was silent for a moment, then hesitated before speaking, "About Tang Ling,"

“You are lucky. I just happened to hear some news. Although your information is useless to me, I can tell you one thing because I appreciate your master’s efforts in sending different people to inquire about Tang Ling. She may be dead or she may not be dead. You may see her soon or you may never see her again, or you may never see her again.”

**
"That's what he said?"

A few miles away from Zhizhi Hall, under the shade of green trees, a beautifully decorated sedan chair was parked.

The sedan curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a young man with bright, star-like eyes and lips like a touch of rouge.

Seeing the man in black nod, she frowned, took a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh.

"Three hundred years have passed, and this is the news we've received."

“Young Master, perhaps Miss Tang is in seclusion somewhere cultivating. After all, we haven’t heard anything about her…death from the people of the Lingxian Sect,” the man in black comforted him.

After all, for the past three hundred years since returning to the Qingcang Continent, the young master has been sending people to inquire about Tang Ling of the Ancient Banyan Academy. Now that he has finally found out, he has received such a vague and ambiguous answer. Who wouldn't be angry?

I hate people who don't explain themselves clearly!
"If that's true, then that's wonderful." Yuan Yulang, who looked like a young man, had long lost the baby fat on his cheeks. If you looked closely, you could see that his once clear eyes were now covered with a layer of dust, and he was looking at something unknown as he murmured to himself.

"Hurry up and come out of seclusion. I'm waiting to have a match with you."