What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?.

Chapter 686 Zhang Yu's Nascent Soul? (Thanks to "Lapis Lazuli Memories" for the 2.3 Alliance Master rewards)
Looking at Feng Yuhan's back and the environment of the 555th floor, Ping Han felt extremely excited.

Especially when he thought about the possibility of meeting Zhang Yu, his mortal enemy, and taking down this formidable foe, Ping Han felt a surge of excitement that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Zhang Yu... I can't wait to see your astonished face."

They continued to advance through various channels, and with the help of the evil god's ritual, they evaded various surveillance devices.

The group finally entered the target laboratory.

Sensing the changes in the surrounding spirit realm, Feng Yuhan said, "The spirit realm signals here have been completely blocked, and we have temporarily lost the ability to communicate with the outside world."

Feng Yuhan's eyes twitched slightly, and the recording had already begun.

"You all stay here, I'll go in and see if Zhang Yu is inside."

Ping Han was visibly shaken upon hearing this, and Fu Xinyao said, "Let's go in together."

Feng Yuhan glanced at the two of them and said indifferently, "Once you go in, I can't guarantee your survival rate."

But in Fu Xinyao's opinion, following the mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator in front of her was the safest option.

Ping Han, who had become extremely extreme and irrational, wanted to see Zhang Yu captured with his own eyes.

So the man and his soul followed closely behind Feng Yuhan, venturing deep into the laboratory.

Relying on his own abilities, along with the ritual power of the evil god, Feng Yuhan, carrying the Fuxin Medicine, was like a shadowy figure in the darkness, constantly infiltrating forward.

As they ventured deeper, they sensed the spiritual energy in the air growing increasingly dense, like layers of misty fog surging forward.

Feeling all of this, Fu Xinyao exclaimed in shock, "Such a strong surge of spiritual energy!"

Feng Yuhan looked at the traces of spiritual energy in the air and said, "It is the Whale Breathing Technique. This technique is inherently good at the amount of breathing, and if you can maintain continuous breathing within a certain range, you can further improve the efficiency of breathing."

“Judging from this amount…” Feng Yuhan gently brushed his palm across the misty air and judged, “Zhang Yu has been here for almost 5 months.”

As he spoke, Feng Yuhan continued walking forward and soon saw a series of strange large holes in the building.

Looking at the holes of varying sizes on the wall, Fu Xinyao asked with a puzzled expression, "What are these?"

Her eyes swept over the perfectly smooth cut surface of the hole, and she asked in surprise, "Did Zhang Yu cut this hole in the wall? Why would he do something like this?"

Feng Yuhan's gaze sharpened, and he squatted down in front of a hole with a diameter of one meter, saying in a deep voice, "These are traces of a Nascent Soul."

Fu Xinyao, standing to the side, was startled: "Nascent Soul?"

Feng Yuhan concluded, "In ancient times, cultivators who broke through to the Nascent Soul stage all refined their own Nascent Souls."

"But how can a Nascent Soul refined by a Golden Core cultivator compare to one refined by a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even one refined by a Deity Transformation cultivator?"

"Especially in modern times, those who can achieve the Nascent Soul stage are all elites among elites, top students with one in ten thousand in every aspect. It is even less likely that they can easily break through by relying on the Nascent Soul they have refined themselves."

"However, this has a drawback: the Nascent Soul is too powerful, and Golden Core cultivators need to practice and adjust it in various ways to master it."

Feng Yuhan and Fu Xinyao walked quickly forward and saw that the holes in the wall were getting smaller and fewer in number, while Feng Yuhan's gaze became more and more serious.

Feng Yuhan continued, "During this cultivation process, the nascent soul often uncontrollably sheds its shell and wanders around the cultivator."

"Because the nascent soul projects the cultivator's instinctive consciousness, if it is not well controlled, it will act haphazardly according to the distracting thoughts in the mind."

"Furthermore, because the nascent soul is a mixture of a cultivator's highly concentrated will, mana, qi, and blood, even a slight collision can cause various kinds of damage to the outside world."

Fu Xinyao exclaimed in surprise, "So you're saying these marks were caused by Zhang Yu cultivating the Nascent Soul stage? Is he about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

Looking at the holes in the wall, which gradually shrank from a meter in diameter to the size of a fist, Feng Yuhan said, "Maybe."

Fu Xinyao and Ping Han were both shocked upon hearing this.

They clearly remembered that Zhang Yu had only broken through to the Golden Core realm in a little over a year, and now he was about to reach the Nascent Soul realm again.

The two thought to themselves, "Just how much resources has Wanfa invested in Zhang Yu?"

On the other hand, there was something else Feng Yuhan didn't say aloud: the feeling these Nascent Soul traces gave him was quite unusual.

"What kind of Nascent Soul would leave such a mark?"

"If Zhang Yu is given another year or two to grow, I'm afraid even I... wouldn't be entirely confident that I could take him down."

"It's this time..."

Feng Yuhan had already prepared for the worst: "Perhaps... this time we can only take Zhang Yu's brain with us."

A moment later, the surrounding lights inexplicably dimmed, and the road ahead gradually became pitch black.

In the darkness, a series of whistling sounds reached their ears. The whistling sound was very strange, as if a giant was constantly inhaling and exhaling large amounts of air.

As Feng Yuhan stealthily made his way forward, a question arose in his mind: "Why aren't there any guards?"

"If you value Zhang Yu so much and want to hide him away so badly... then why haven't you arranged for anyone to guard this place? Do you think there's no one you can trust to come and watch over Zhang Yu?"

At the same time, with each breath, Fu Xinyao felt a strong suction force surging forward, and her long hair was blown by the wind into the darkness.

Fu Xinyao asked with surprise and uncertainty, "Is this... practicing some kind of martial art?"

"And... why has it turned completely dark here?"

Where are the lights?

Fu Xinyao subconsciously activated her eye sockets, and the faint light reflected from them tried to illuminate the darkness before her.

But the next moment, her eyes widened, and she stared in shock at the scene before her.

After the faint light shot out, it seemed to be twisted and turned by an invisible force, or like a fish being grabbed by an invisible hand in the darkness, and with a whoosh, it disappeared into the bottomless darkness and vanished without a trace.

"This is……"

Feng Yuhan didn't speak, but continued walking forward. Soon he saw a figure in the deepest darkness of the laboratory, with his hands clasped together, floating quietly in mid-air.

The whistling sounds came from the figure's clasped hands.

A moment ago, a wave of energy erupted from it, sweeping across the surrounding area.

The next moment, an invisible suction force came again, pulling back the waves of air.

The hall, which should have been brightly lit, was now completely dark.

The beams of light shooting down from the rooftop, like swimming fish, were all swept into a black vortex and disappeared without a trace into the other's clasped hands.

"A perfect opportunity for a sneak attack."

Seeing Zhang Yu motionless and completely absorbed in his cultivation, Feng Yuhan flashed away, having already broken free of stealth, and launched a fierce attack on his opponent.

"This guy... has probably already completely mastered the Nascent Soul stage and completed his breakthrough." Feng Yuhan thought to himself, "If I insist on taking him out unharmed, as long as he finds an opportunity to ask for help, not only will the mission fail, but I will also be finished."

"In that case... then I'm sorry."

"Zhang Yu, from now on I have no choice but to go all out and completely destroy your physical body, giving you no chance whatsoever..."

As he spoke, Feng Yuhan's right arm under the infusion of magic power underwent a violent transformation, instantly turning into a giant cannon aimed at Zhang Yu's position.

A level 40 magic body enhances a level 40 lightning mage!
Military-grade Taoist technique, Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Strike!
After locking onto Zhang Yu, the purple lightning suddenly shot out at a speed of tens of thousands of kilometers per second, and solidified on the body below Zhang Yu's neck.

Feng Yuhan was confident that his surgically precise strikes would be enough to completely vaporize a Golden Core cultivator's body without harming the surrounding area in the slightest.

At this moment, when he targets the area below Zhang Yu's neck, he can leave Zhang Yu with only his head.

Amidst the crackling of electricity, a series of sparks erupted in the surrounding air, causing Fu Xinyao and Ping Han to shudder. They felt as if their internal magical bodies were about to go out of control.

Feeling the sudden surge of high temperature and spiritual energy in the air, the two were even more shocked: "Just a sliver of lightning that leaked out almost damaged our entire physical bodies."

"Is Zhang Yu going to be killed in one move?"

But then something even more shocking happened.

All that could be seen was the surging lightning seemingly crashing into an invisible vortex, which then began to spin rapidly.

The originally intense light transformed into thin noodles, spiraling through the darkness before finally converging in Zhang Yu's palm.

"what?!"

Feng Yuhan, who delivered the attack, was far more shocked than Fu Xinyao and Ping Han, because he himself understood the power of his attack, which even he could not have taken unscathed.

At the same time, Zhang Yu, who had been immersed in cultivation, opened his eyes and calmly looked at Feng Yuhan in front of him.

Do you know why there's no need for guards here?

Feng Yuhan looked at Zhang Yu in front of him, only heard the first sentence, and then noticed that the other party's mouth was still opening and closing, but the sound had disappeared.

Then all the light seemed to be swept away by a pair of giant hands, and every ray of light disappeared without a trace. No matter how Feng Yuhan tried to activate his eyes, he found that he could no longer see anything.

The next moment, he lost all perception of the outside world.

In the unfathomable darkness, it seemed that only his consciousness remained in motion.

(End of this chapter)