The abandoned cannon fodder girl's path to immortality

Chapter 263 Old Enemy
The ancient vines and leaves entwined around the huge beams stretched and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, blooming into dazzling seven-colored flowers.

The petals are sparkling with light, like stars fallen to earth.

On the ground, countless tender spiritual herbs sprouted from the rocks, swaying gracefully.

The luminous spiritual plants suspended on the dome shone brightly, their light intertwining and flowing.

All cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, were deeply shocked by this miraculous scene.

Chu Nanguan paused at his lips, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

The Daoist principles emanating from these plants caused a slight fluctuation in his long-stagnant cultivation.

Liu Qingchen was so excited that his beard trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself:
"All trees pay homage... All trees pay homage! The Valley Master's divine power has reached this level!"

However, just as everyone was stunned by this scene...

"call out!"

A faint, dark light, carrying a chilling, deathly stillness, shot towards the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley.

The dark light was incredibly fast, and its timing was vicious, catching everyone off guard at the moment when they were most relaxed.

"Be bold!"

"Valley Master, be careful!"

The two Nascent Soul elders from Medicine King Valley closest to the main seat had their eyes wide with rage, their spiritual pressure erupting as they lunged at the dark light like lightning, but they were ultimately a beat too late.

Chu Nanguan, Liu Qingchen, and the other guests were also horrified, but they didn't have time to react.

The dark light had already torn through the air, and was no more than three inches away from the Valley Master's brow.

"You wretched creature! Now that you're here, why don't you show yourself?"

The Valley Master flicked his finger lightly, gently flicking at the point of dark light that had gathered endless deathly silence.

"Ding!"

A crisp, yet eerily quiet sound rang out, like a glass cup being shattered in complete silence.

At the palace gate, three figures quietly appeared.

The air suddenly became heavy and cold.

The elderly man at the head of the group was withered and hunched over, his large hood obscuring most of his face, revealing only a pale chin.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"The old Valley Master has lived for eight hundred years, and his prestige has shaken the Eastern Region. How could our Blood River Sect not come to 'celebrate his birthday' on such a grand occasion?"

"Blood River Sect!"

The red glow on Liu Qingchen's face vanished instantly, turning ashen as the dark blue robes he wore.

The fingers gripping the wine glass tightened suddenly, knuckles turning white, causing the Hundred Herbs Dew in the glass to slosh slightly, almost spilling out.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, as if he were swallowing an invisible block of iron.

The massive invasion that swept through Medicine King Valley a century ago, turning this beautiful land into a battlefield of carnage, instantly resurfaced in the minds of all cultivators who had experienced or heard of that tragic era.

Many of the young disciples' breathing became rapid, their eyes filled with undisguised fear.

On either side of the high platform, the two Nascent Soul elders from Medicine King Valley who had missed their target now resembled two angry Vajras, their spiritual pressure surging like a raging sea.

Their gazes were fixed on the old man in black robes, their eyes sharp and their murderous intent almost tangible.

If the Valley Master hadn't yet spoken, he would have already struck with lightning speed, tearing this villain who dared to desecrate the sacred land and disrupt the birthday banquet to shreds.

The old man in black robes seemed oblivious to the overwhelming killing intent surrounding him.

"Hehe, please don't be offended, Elder Valley Master. Your disciple was ignorant and accidentally slipped and tested whether the Elder Valley Master's treasured sword was old."

"Fortunately, Valley Master's demeanor remains as impressive as ever, a cause for celebration. The Blood River Sect has naturally prepared gifts for our visit..."

"I only hope that the Valley Master will not keep people at arm's length as he did a hundred years ago."

"presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, the hot-tempered red-robed elder on the left roared like thunder, and crimson spiritual flames surged up around him.

He took a step forward, and a scorching wave of heat shot out, directly towards the old man in black robes. Many delicate spiritual flowers in the hall were hit by this sudden and violent heat wave, and their petals curled up and their spiritual light flickered.

"Red Flame."

The Valley Master's voice rang out, immediately suppressing the red-robed elder's rage.

"Today is my birthday, and all those who have come are guests."

"Since the Blood River Sect has come from afar to offer their birthday greetings, please take a seat."

He casually waved his wide, hempen robe towards the lower right of the main seat, a position that was slightly away from the center but still conspicuous enough.

Three large ebony chairs silently appeared.

"Hehe, Valley Master is very generous."

The old man in black robes let out a strange laugh, and without refusing, he leaned on his pale white bone cane and walked slowly and eerily toward the three cold, dark seats.

Two silent, shadowy figures in black robes followed closely behind him.

Wherever they went, the spiritual herbs that had just been enlightened by the Valley Master quickly withered and died.

Chu Nanguan sat opposite Chen Jinshu, his eyes, which had been lowered, suddenly lifted as the old man in black robes passed by his seat.

His fingers slowly tightened around the wine glass.

He pressed his thin lips together and remained silent.

Chen Jinshu sat upright in the seat, her face calm and composed. However, under her powerful divine sense, which was at the fourth level of the Golden Core stage, the entire Wanling Palace had been transformed into an invisible giant net.

But the next moment, a strange voice suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Young friend Chen, you truly have impressive skills and a commanding presence!"

Just as Chen Jinshu was wondering who was speaking, another sentence entered her mind.

"My worthless junior brother, who died a gruesome death, is this how the old Taoist, the Serpent Lord, met his end at your hands?"

'Old Taoist Master Snake?' Chen Jinshu bit his lower lip, his mind going blank for a moment.

The old Daoist who had once been a Foundation Establishment cultivator was ruthless and gloomy. He raised snake demons and persecuted a town of mortals, which had long violated the rules set by the cultivation realm.

Being killed by her was his own fault.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the fellow disciple of the Foundation Establishment cultivator she had killed outside Yulian City actually came to her door.

He recognized her at a glance.

In an instant, an extremely sharp pressure, reaching the sixth level of the Golden Core stage, slowly locked onto her.

Qingheng on her shoulder sensed the unfamiliar killing intent coming from an unknown direction. Her small body instantly stiffened, and she clung tightly to Chen Jinshu's clothes, instinctively drawing on the green wood spiritual power surging from Chen Jinshu's body for protection.

Chen Jinshu straightened his back a bit, and the Azure Wood Golden Core in his body spun at an unprecedented speed. The pure spiritual power transformed into an invisible barrier to resist the crushing pressure that came down like a mountain.

The blue lotus birthmark on his forehead quietly appeared, emitting a faint, warm glow, protecting his spiritual platform and resisting the evil thoughts contained within the pressure that attempted to erode his soul.

The banquet continued with singing and dancing, the sounds of string and wind instruments filling the air, and toasts being exchanged.

The Nascent Soul stage experts either closed their eyes to rest or talked in hushed tones, seemingly oblivious to the sudden and terrifying pressure directed solely at her.

Most of the Golden Elixir cultivators are also immersed in their own world.

Only a handful of people who were relatively close to Chen Jinshu, such as the Nascent Soul Elder who had presided over the Pill Gathering, and those with keen spiritual senses like Chu Nanguan, seemed to have detected a very subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy.

He glanced at her with a hint of doubt.

Seeing that Chen Jinshu was just sitting quietly and the man in black robes made no other move, he withdrew his gaze.

The whole process lasted about fifteen minutes.

The black-robed man in the corner widened his grin, revealing a malicious sneer.

"Ah……"

"Today is the Valley Master's birthday, a grand event for the immortals. It is not appropriate to shed blood. Otherwise, how could you leave peacefully?"

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, the road is far and arduous! Young friend Chen, we will meet again someday!"