Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

The old man took a sip of wine and smiled, "The first kind of understanding of the way of heaven requires hundreds or even thousands of years before there is a chance of a successful breakthrough, but there is a certain failure rate."

"Therefore, more cultivators prefer the second method, which allows them to directly break through to the level of scattered immortals. Although their strength is not as strong as those who have comprehended the way of heaven, at least they have entered the immortal class."

The old man stroked his pale beard and said with a smile: "And you, it took you only sixty years to break through to the level of a Sanxian, and now you have even reached the middle stage of a Sanxian. I admire you, I admire you!"

"Senior, you were originally in Xiniu Hezhou, why did you come to Dongsheng Shenzhou for no reason?"

The old man was about to speak, but suddenly his eyes turned and he smiled: "You see, this man is old, and when he is hungry, he can't think of anything."

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled, took out a gold ingot, placed it in front of the old man, and bowed slightly, saying: "Since the senior is unwilling to talk, I will take my leave."

The old man was startled, then his eyes lit up under his sunglasses, and he murmured to himself: "Interesting, really interesting, it seems that there is a lot of fate between you and me."

Ye Qian'an carried the wine gourd and walked towards the distance. He decided to practice in the border mountains for a while to see if he could break his own mark of a Golden Immortal cultivator. After all, going to the border would almost be a life-and-death struggle.

However, before he left Luzhou City, he heard the old man's joking voice beside him: "Haha, the golden immortal mark left on your body is not so easy to break. You came here for the battle between humans and demons in three years, right?"

Ye Qian'an stopped and looked sideways at the blind old man sitting on the chair. After a moment's silence, he said, "What do you think, senior?"

"I'm still saying that, old man. I'm hungry. When you're hungry, you can't remember anything."

Ye Qian'an was silent for a while, and finally took the other party to a nearby restaurant.

The old man was not polite at all and ordered all the most expensive food in the restaurant, all in double portions.

Even the waiter was stunned, not understanding whether this guy could eat it.

Even if you can eat it, will you not pay for it? !
Fortunately, Ye Qian'an took out a spirit stone and handed it over.

The waiter didn't say anything else when he saw this, but he was a little curious. He didn't understand why this senior would help an old man, who looked like a beggar.

"My name is Pu Nanzi. I advise you not to go to the border area. Otherwise, even if you have reached the level of a Sanxian, there is a 50% chance that you will die."

Park Nam-ja ate a chicken leg and said, "Moreover, the mark left by the Golden Immortal in your body will slowly deprive you of your spiritual power. Even if you survive the battle by chance, you will not have the chance to leave Dongsheng Shenzhou."

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an's face darkened. If this was true, then the almost 100% mortality rate of the monks who were sent to fight against the demons every hundred years was understandable.

Even if these monks survive, the marks left in their bodies will drain their spiritual power, causing them to die from depletion of spiritual power.

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes, picked up the wine glass on the table, pondered for a long time, and said casually: "Then how can the senior dissolve the energy of the mark in the body?"

“Hehe.” The old man laughed and said, “You just need to use brute force to break it. Of course, you can also use elixirs to break the mark, but that cultivator will feel it directly. If you come here directly at that time, you will also be dead for sure.”

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an frowned subconsciously, and then lowered his voice and said, "Then what method do you have to resolve it directly?" Park Nanzi thought for a while and said, "No rush, there are still three years, and this mark is in your body, maybe it will be a help to you."

After listening to Park Nam-ja's words, Ye Qian'an became even more confused. He didn't understand whether he was an enemy or a friend, and why he told him this.

Park Nanzi seemed to see the concerns in Ye Qian'an's heart, so she smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I am not your enemy, I just want to help you."

"Humans and demons have been fighting for tens of millions of years, and this time the battle will be even more intense. As long as you can help me, I will agree to break the mark in your body and help you stop the Golden Immortal cultivator."

Ye Qian'an did not rush to agree, but asked: "I wonder what do you want me to do?"

"Thirty million miles away from here, there is a treasure land called Tianbao Pingzhou. There is a sect there. There are many powerful people in the sect, and there is a spiritual treasure called Tianling."

"This treasure is in the secret realm, and the secret realm is an area formed after the death of a quasi-emperor. As an old man, I can't enter it, and there is no way to enter it. The highest level of cultivation can only be a true immortal."

"You are currently in the middle stage of Sanxian, so there will be no problem in entering."

Park Nanzi smiled and said, "So, as long as you can help me take out that magic treasure, I will break the mark in your body and help you block the attack of the Golden Immortal cultivator."

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes: "What is the success rate?"

"That's up to you."

Park Nam-ja stretched, cleared all the food on the table, then stood up, grabbed Ye Qian'an with her big hand, and the two of them disappeared into the restaurant.

When it appeared, it was already in the mid-air of the clouds thirty million miles away.

Ye Qian'an swept his spiritual sense and was immediately shocked. He roughly estimated that this teleportation was thirty million miles. This level of cultivation was already horrifying and made him feel creepy.

You have to know that even if you are in the late stage of Loose Immortal, the distance you can teleport by relying solely on your own cultivation is only a million miles. Although Ye Qian'an doesn't know how far you can teleport after your cultivation reaches that of a True Immortal, it is obvious that it is absolutely impossible to be five million miles.

In other words, the power of the strong man in front of him is at the level of Golden Immortal, or even Daluo Golden Immortal...

Park Nam-ja was panting at this time. Teleporting 30 million miles was not a small burden for him. But when he saw Ye Qian'an's face full of shock, he immediately raised his chin proudly and pretended to be emotional.

"Alas, I am old and my body is not as strong as before. This teleportation is only 30 million miles. If I were not blind, I would not know where I am."

Although Park Nam-ja said this, even a young mortal could see the strong sense of pride on his face.

The corners of Ye Qian'an's mouth twitched twice, and he became even more curious about Park Nanzi in front of him. With such cultivation level, it seemed that this person's strength had definitely reached the level of the utmost.

Ye Qi calmed down and glanced at the fairyland-like Tianbao Pingzhou below him. Under the clouds and mist, there was a magnificent sect. (End of this chapter)