Immortals of the End Times

The Qilin Sword Sect, at the summit of Sword Peak.

The Qilin Hall was shrouded in spiritual mist.

After returning from the Ancient Sword Domain, Zhao Wuji and Wentian Sword Lord jointly invited Cangyunzi, the sect leader of the Immortal Saint Sect, and Pang Xixue, the Supreme Elder, to stay temporarily as guests of the Sword Sect.

At this moment, the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven stood with his hands behind his back at the head of the hall. His black hair, bound by a jade crown, moved without wind, and the illusory image of sword energy behind him flickered uncertainly.

Three zhang to his side, a tall, imposing old man, nine chi tall, sat upright in a grand chair.

The old man's full head of red hair burned like flames, with sword energy swirling between each strand.

He had a broad face and a wide mouth, eyebrows like silkworms, and a pair of tiger-like eyes that seemed to emit a bluish light as they opened and closed.

Most strikingly, his crimson eyebrows, which slanted upwards towards his temples, were actually woven from countless tiny sword patterns, resembling two fiery dragons coiled on his forehead.

This old man was none other than the Qilin Sword Ancestor, who had been refined from a sword pellet into human form.

At this moment, Cang Yunzi inside the hall recounted the events that had occurred on Sword Immortal Mountain within the Sword Domain, mentioning that Zhao Wuji, at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, had actually triggered the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass to unleash its sword energy.
Pang Xixue, the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Saint Sect, stroked his beard with his left hand, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.

"in this case."

The voice of the Sword Master of Asking Heaven was like the clash of metal, and his jade crown trembled slightly:

"The Nine Nether Demon Lord actually sacrificed himself, triggering the Ancestral Demon to attack across realms? And you, Wuji, not only broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, but also comprehended the Starry Chess Formation, gaining the recognition of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and the two Great Yu Cauldrons?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhao Wuji, and the sword energy in the hall suddenly froze.

"That's true. However, of the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great, I only possessed two."

With a slight flick of his sleeves, Zhao Wuji sent the Qingzhou Cauldron and the Yangzhou Cauldron flying out.

As the wind and thunder patterns flowed on the Qingzhou Ding, a thunderbird cried out; as the tide symbols on the Yangzhou Ding flickered, a dragon-like creature soared into the sky.

The two cauldrons swirled like the rotation of Yin and Yang, and coupled with Zhao Wuji's mid-stage Nascent Soul spiritual pressure, which was as deep as the ocean, the sword energy of the restrictions within the hall resounded incessantly.

The Heavenly Sword Lord's pupils contracted slightly, while the Qilin Sword Ancestor beside him had his scales clanging, and three inches of blue light burst from his tiger eyes.

"Good boy!"

The Qilin Sword Ancestor's hearty laughter boomed like thunder:
"When I bestowed sword energy upon you back then, I knew you were no ordinary person! You, this precious gem of destiny, are destined to fall into the hands of my Qilin Sword Sect!"

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven's gaze flashed like lightning as he stared at Zhao Wuji for a long time before suddenly sighing, "When my father, Li Qixiao, ascended to the Nine Heavens, he was about your age."

He pondered for a moment: "Originally, the Ancestor and I planned to bestow upon you the position of Supreme Elder once you broke through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Unexpectedly, after just one trip into the Sword Domain, you have already caught up with me in terms of cultivation, and have even become the variable of heaven and earth in the words of Sect Master Cangyunzi.

In this way, treating him as an elder would seem like I, Li, am being disrespectful and condescending.

"Sect Master, you flatter me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately bowed solemnly, "After all, I am also a sword disciple of the Qilin Sword Sect. I am grateful for the sect's cultivation. If the sect needs me, I will naturally step forward without hesitation. How can I talk about condescending?"

"good!"

The Sword Sovereign of Heaven nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "Now that you have gained the approval of the two treasures and glimpsed the true face of the Heavenly Dao, what are your plans next?"

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the Sword Lord of Asking the Heavens, his gaze burning, and said, "Inquire about the Nine Heavens."

As soon as the four words were uttered, the sound of swords rang out in the hall, and the eyes of the Sword Lord of Asking the Heavens suddenly burst forth with brilliant sword light.

Zhao Wuji continued in a deep voice, "The soulless beings in the Turbid Mist Sea of ​​the Nine Heavens, and that strange Heavenly Dao, must be closely related to the Tribulation of the End of Dharma. I am willing to join forces with the Sect Master to explore the Nine Heavens!"

Sword Master Wentian sighed softly, his brows furrowed: "The Nine Heavens are extremely dangerous. Our cultivation levels are still shallow. If we go there rashly, there may be unforeseen consequences."

"Indeed! Before reaching the Nascent Soul stage, one should not concern oneself with the heavens!"

Cang Yunzi flicked his whisk, his eyes, beneath his snow-white eyebrows, shimmering like ripples in an ancient well: "If you two wish to explore the secrets of the Nine Heavens, perhaps you should wait until you break through to the Nascent Soul stage before making any plans."

The spiritual energy revival has only been going on for thirty years; we still have at least two hundred years to cultivate and break through.

"Us?" Zhao Wuji looked at Cang Yunzi with surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, that's right, us."

Cang Yunzi nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "I have long intended to explore the mystery of the Nine Heavens."

Back then, Master Zhang encountered obstacles in the Nine Heavens, leaving behind only the four words "Calamity Devours Souls" before perishing. This is a secret I must thoroughly investigate!

"Brother!"

Elder Pang Xixue, who was standing nearby, hurriedly stepped forward: "The Immortal Saint Sect cannot be without a leader for even a day. If you..."

"Junior brother, there's no need for further words."

Cang Yunzi shook his head to interrupt, and a Ziwei divination chart slid out from his sleeve, the divination result pointing directly to Zhao Wuji.

He said in a deep voice, "Changes have appeared in the world; this is the will of Heaven. The Heavenly Way is fifty, and the Great Expansion is forty-nine."

Zhao Xiaoyou may be one of those who escaped.

Cang Yunzi's eyes swept over everyone like lightning: "Rather than sitting idly in my cave waiting for the end of the Dharma, struggling bitterly and not daring to pursue the Dao of the Nascent Soul stage, I would rather follow my friend Zhao and my friend Li to open up a new path."

Even if he dies and his spirit dissipates, he has still managed to sever a glimmer of hope for future generations.

Even if he is a variable…

Elder Pang's voice lowered, "If the future sect leader really intends to put himself in danger, the Immortal Saint Sect needs to make plans as soon as possible."

After all, we are facing the next Dharma-ending Age, and what if the demon alliance of the states beyond the river takes advantage of this opportunity…”

"Didn't Sect Master Cangyunzi say that all the demons in the states beyond the river are either dead or have fled?"

The Qilin Sword Ancestor coldly snorted like thunder: "Even the most troublesome Nine Nether Demon Lord has sacrificed himself, and his nascent soul has escaped into the Nine Netherworld."

According to this old man, that damned Demon Alliance should have disbanded long ago! But we must be wary of those six Ancestral Demons within the Nine Netherworlds.”

His gaze shifted, and he suddenly looked at Cang Yunzi with a half-smile: "Since you think so highly of my disciple, why don't you let him go to your Immortal Saint Sect for secluded cultivation first?"

Your level-six spiritual veins are perfectly suited for nourishing Nascent Souls!

After saying this, he stroked his beard and smiled meaningfully.

Zhao Wuji almost burst out laughing upon hearing this, never expecting that the ancestor would publicly ask for an opportunity for him.

However, he is now in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm and does need to consolidate his cultivation.

The three level-five spiritual veins of the Qilin Sword Sect are at a crucial juncture in their advancement to level six.

Even so, it was still insufficient to supply the daily cultivation needs of Qilin Sword Ancestor, a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator, and Wentian Sword Lord, a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator.

If he continues to stay in the sect and cultivate diligently, he will probably find it difficult to break through to the Nascent Soul realm within two hundred years. At that time, he will not have much time left to explore the Nine Heavens.

On the other hand, the Immortal Saint Sect, as the leader of the righteous path, possesses the most advanced level-six spiritual veins and alchemy resources in the Nine Provinces, making it the best choice.

"That's exactly what I meant."

Cang Yunzi lightly waved his whisk, looking at Zhao Wuji with a smile in his eyes: "Young friend Zhao, why don't you come back to the sect with me? The third floor of the Immortal Saint Sect's Scripture Pavilion enshrines the handwritten notes of Patriarch Zhang, which may contain the key secrets to ascending to the Nine Heavens."

"I would be honored to accept your invitation! Thank you for your kind invitation, Sect Master Cangyunzi!"

Zhao Wuji, with his wide sleeves billowing like clouds, raised his hand in a gesture of respect.

The group chatted for a while longer.

Zhao Wuji slowed down his journey, citing the need to return to his cave to visit old friends and gather some old belongings.

Upon returning to the cave, the willows in front of the gate swayed in the wind, the pear blossoms remained the same, and two beautiful figures stood waiting by the jade table, bathed in incense.

It turned out to be the medicine boy Xiaoyue and the wine boy Xiaoya.

The two women had clearly already received news of his return from the Sword Domain and had been waiting quietly in the mansion for a long time.

Fifteen years have passed in the Sword Domain. Although the two women have gained a touch of mature charm in their black hair, they still retain the youthful appearance of eighteen years old due to their success in cultivating immortality. Their spiritual charm at the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm is even more harmonious than before.

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji, Xiaoyue's almond-shaped eyes seemed to sparkle like stars falling into a spring pool. She quickly stepped forward with Xiaoya, bowed, and softly called out, "My lord!"

Sensing the faint spiritual power emanating from Zhao Wuji, she couldn't help but tremble.

The young man who once taught her to identify spiritual herbs in the imperial city is now surrounded by an aura as deep and imposing as a mountain, making him a great figure among great figures in the cultivation world.

The words I've wanted to say for over a decade lingered in my throat, turning over and over a thousand times.

In the end, it transformed into a jade teacup gently pushed away on the table.

Wisps of ethereal mist rose up, blurring the emotions surging in my eyes.

"More than a decade has passed, and your cultivation has only improved by one minor realm. It seems you've been slacking off."

Zhao Wuji smiled and joked, then, while drinking tea, mentioned his plans to go to the Immortal Saint Sect for cultivation.

"My lord, let's go together too. It's time to weed the spiritual fields in your Qiankun bag."

Xiaoyue immediately blinked and smiled.

Now, after so many years, Zhao Wuji has long since told the two women that the medicinal field valley was actually the Qiankun Bag.

"Not bad!"

Xiao Ya suddenly shook the empty wine gourd, her drunken eyes curving into crescents, "How can the fine wine of the Immortal Saint Sect compare to our own brew? Sir, please take us there."

As he spoke, he slapped out two bulging storage bags.

"So you had already prepared your belongings to come with me."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, let's go together then."

With a wave of his sleeve, a faint blue light flickered from the portal within it.

The two women cheered and jumped for joy, their clothes fluttering as they disappeared into the blue light.

Suddenly, the sound of a sword piercing the air came from outside the cave.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

Outside the cave, before Xiao Chenzhou's flying sword even arrived, his hearty laughter had already shaken the dust off the beams.

Beside him, Kong Jingxian was still dressed in white, but the jade flute at his waist had been replaced with the purple-gold sword token that only candidates for sect leader were qualified to wear.

As the two men performed the salute, their sleeves billowed like clouds, yet their eyes held a complex and obscure quality.

"I've heard that True Lord Zhao has received an invitation from Senior Cangyunzi of the Immortal Saint Sect to go there for cultivation?"

Kong Jingxian bowed with his hands clasped, his once aloof tone now tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Fifteen years have passed, and he has already broken through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm within the Sword Domain, preparing for the completion of the Golden Core realm.

But the person before them had already reached a height that they all had to look up to.

"We agreed to keep a low profile together, but you've become more and more high-profile. I'm still a nobody, while you're already Zhao Zhenjun."

Xiao Chenzhou bowed to Zhao Wuji in a half-joking tone, with a hint of sourness in his voice.

His familiar demeanor actually made Zhao Wuji feel relaxed and warm, and he replied with a smile, "I can't help it, sometimes I want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it."

"Haha!" Xiao Chenzhou waved his sleeve and clasped his hands in a fist salute, from which two jars of spirit wine flew out: "True Lord, on your journey to the Immortal Saint Sect, do not forget your old friends!"

Zhao Wuji raised his hand and took the wine jar.

The three exchanged only a few pleasantries before the two sword lights took their leave.

As Zhao Wuji gazed at the receding light in the sea of ​​clouds, he knew that if he did not take on the position of Supreme Elder of the Qilin Sword Sect in the future, then Xiao Chenzhou would likely assume it.

These two are the pillars who will support the future of the Sword Sect.

"fair enough."

He turned to look at the four sword attendants who had been waiting quietly by his side, thinking to himself, "It's better than letting me, the carefree manager, ruin the sect's future." "Your Highness!" The female sword attendant Shi Yiyun stepped forward, her lotus-like steps light, her eyes slightly red.

A jade-like hand presented a brocade box, its surface shimmering with spiritual light: "This is a fifth-grade Spirit Condensation Pill that we four saved up with our monthly salary and exchanged at the Sword Pavilion. Although it is not as good as what Your Highness usually uses, it is our token of our appreciation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three sword attendants beside him clasped their fists in unison.

The eldest male swordsman, Zuoqiu Ming, sincerely said, "We will never forget the kindness of the True Lord in instructing us in swordsmanship."

Zhao Wuji lightly tapped the brocade box with his finger, and the lid opened by itself.

The cloud patterns on the pill shimmered and shone, truly the best they could acquire with all their might.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "I'm only going to the Immortal Saint Sect for travel and cultivation. It's not like I'm never coming back. You don't need to be so sad."

Upon hearing this, the four sword servants knelt down.

Shi Yiyun's sword tassel drooped to the ground: "Although the True Lord has not accepted any disciples, the kindness of passing on the sword to us is comparable to that of a master. Please accept our bow!"

"Idiot."

Zhao Wuji pointed his fingers and made a gesture, sending four golden rays into the foreheads of the group. "The first three stages of the Heaven-Asking Sword Technique are here. Comprehend them carefully; you will become the future Sword Sect..."

He suddenly rolled up his sleeves and lifted the four people up, saying, "I still need you to support me."

The four of them trembled simultaneously, then clasped their fists together, their voices ringing like metal on metal: "We disciples will certainly not fail your trust!"

After the four men bowed, they stepped back three steps in unison, their longswords drawn three inches from their sheaths.

The sword rang out clearly, rippling through the sea of ​​clouds, presenting the Sword Sect's most solemn sword-giving ceremony.

"Go!"

Zhao Wuji waved his sleeves, and now that he was a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he indeed had the demeanor of a great master.

The saying goes that it's hard to leave one's homeland, but for him now, although the Nine Provinces are vast, he can go anywhere except for the Nine Netherworlds and the Nine Heavens, and he can get there in almost a day.

Therefore, traveling from the Qilin Sword Sect to the Immortal Saint Sect for cultivation is as casual as a neighbor visiting another household.

With a single teleportation array, the world seemed within reach; before the clouds had even dispersed, the person had already arrived at the mountain gate.

Inside the Penglai Sword Pavilion, Huang Chang stared intently at the Yanzhou Cauldron before him, his face ashen, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

"What a wicked disciple! What a Zhao Wuji!"

He gritted his teeth, his Taoist robe fluttering even without wind.

Even the most obtuse person would realize at this moment that he had been completely fooled by that traitor Yan Lan and the boy surnamed Zhao!
"Qingzhou Ding"

Huang Shang's sinister gaze swept over the Yanzhou Cauldron on the table, which was emitting spiritual light, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

Now that strange young man is a "variant of heaven and earth" and has the protection of the Immortal Saint Sect, it is simply a pipe dream for him to try to seize the Qingzhou Cauldron.

"Only when I have gathered the other eight tripods..."

His hand suddenly clenched, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

With his current late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation restored by the Yanzhou Cauldron, combined with the rare treasures he has collected from various ancient tombs over the years, he has already touched the threshold of the Dao.

"At that time, with the help of the Eight Cauldrons to comprehend the Dao, I will surely be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. Then, taking back the Qingzhou Cauldron from that brat will be a piece of cake."

He gave a chilling laugh.

At that time, he will be adorned with nine tripods and his power will dominate the entire land.

No matter how fast that kid cultivates, can he possibly outpace the foundation he has accumulated over thousands of years?
Unbeknownst to him, Zhao Wuji had also obtained the Yangzhou Cauldron in addition to the Qingzhou Cauldron. If he knew this, he would only be more furious.

Just as they were pondering this, demonic energy suddenly surged outside the hall.

"Um?!"

Huang Shang frowned and darted out of the pavilion like a ghost.

But then, towering waves burst forth from the sea outside the sect, and a deep-sea demonic dragon at the late Golden Core stage broke through the water.

Strangely, pure Netherworld demonic energy flowed within those scarlet dragon eyes.

I saw Huang Shang's figure.

The deep-sea dragon's crimson vertical pupils surged with a ghostly light, and the pure Netherworld demonic energy twisted and writh like a living thing, condensing into a blurry demonic shadow.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, how have you been?"

The demonic shadow let out a low hiss, its sound like the clash of cold iron from the deepest abyss, "I descended in the body of this little demonic dragon, only to plot a great undertaking with you. That brat surnamed Zhao is a variable of heaven and earth; if we do not capture him as soon as possible, I fear neither of us will be able to eat or sleep in peace."

"Hmph! Nine Nether Demon Lord."

Huang Shang's sleeves trembled, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "In the battle of the Sword Domain, even if we joined forces, we were unable to defeat this boy."

Now that he has the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and the Yu Ding's approval, and with the Immortal Saint Sect backing him, do you expect me to go and die?

The demonic figure chuckled, its demonic energy surging like ink. "The six great ancestral demons are about to awaken. With their help, what is there to worry about in achieving our great cause? Fellow Daoist Huang, why are you so hesitant?"

Seeing that Huang Shang remained unmoved, the demonic figure changed the subject: "Fellow Daoist, you have been searching for the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great for many years without success. If you could obtain the power of the Ancestral Demon to assist you..."

"Oh?"

Huang Shang lightly stroked the dragon seal at his waist, a fleeting glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Nine Netherworlds Devour Souls, capable of connecting with all spirits."

The demonic figure coaxed, "For the six great ancestral demons, finding the cauldron is as easy as turning their hands. It's just a pity that we demons are not fortunate enough to enjoy such a treasure of the human emperor."

Otherwise, why would I need to help you, Fellow Daoist Huang? You are a wise man; you should understand this."

Huang Shang paced back and forth, lost in thought.

Indeed, without Yan Lan as a key piece, his efficiency in searching for the cauldron on his own is less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

But if we could borrow the power of the Ancestral Demon.
Even if it is found, the Zhenhai Stele will not be there.

He squinted tentatively.

The demonic shadow suddenly contracted, and a chilling laugh came from the Nine Nether Demon Lord: "Fellow Daoist Huang, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator who has lived for over a thousand years, are you truly helpless without that traitor?"

Huang Shang's eyes flickered, and a smile slowly appeared on his withered face.

The lack of Yan Lan's help is indeed troublesome, but it's not without a solution.

That method, however, is too harmful to people.

But if he had the help of this demon, he wouldn't need to do anything to harm others; someone else could take on the sins for him.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Huang has agreed. In that case, I will first search for the cauldron for you. When dealing with this boy, we must wait for the right opportunity. My demonic body has not yet recovered, and I need to lie low for a while."

Time flies.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Qingyun Market at the foot of the Immortal Saint Sect Mountain, it was the warm and beautiful month of March, and the streets were bustling with cultivators.

An ordinary-looking monk in a blue robe strolled through the market streets, flanked by a young boy on each side.

On the left, the young girl Xiaoyue holds a candied hawthorn. Even though she is already a young woman of sixteen, she is still full of youthful energy, skipping and jumping around.

On the right, a young girl, holding a newly bought gourd of spirit wine, sipped it slowly, looking like a drunken girl.

"My lord, look!"

Xiao Yue suddenly tugged at the sleeve of the green-robed cultivator and pointed to the stall in front of her, shouting, "They sell Seven-Colored Spirit Honey over there!"

Having disguised himself, Zhao Wuji looked up with a smile and saw a cultivator dressed as a beekeeper hawking his wares at the end of the market.

Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation of the Maiden's True Qi coming from the Second Heavenly Space.

"You guys go ahead and look around, I have something important to do."

He flicked his finger and sent several mid-grade spirit stones flying into the palms of the two boys, his figure suddenly blurring.

Inside the second Heavenly Jar, peach blossoms fluttered down like rain.

Li Shiyu, dressed in a crimson palace gown, leaned against the jade couch, her snow-white toes lightly touching the water's surface, creating ripples.

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji appear, her eyes sparkled with an innate allure, her collarbone subtly visible beneath her flowing black hair.

"Senior brother~~ I've been waiting for you like the stars and the moon, and now you've finally arrived. What? You've changed into this ordinary face, are you going to play some exciting games with me?"

The soft call had a slight nasal tone, with the last syllable rising slightly.

"Look, how well have I been cultivating lately?"

As she spoke, her slender fingers hooked the ribbon at her waist, and her inner energy transformed into pink mist that swirled around her, indicating that she had broken through to the Golden Core realm.

Zhao Wuji chuckled as he approached, dispelling the disguise and revealing his original handsome appearance.

He reached out and pinched Li Shiyu's cheek, teasingly saying, "You, as the emperor, were as obedient as a kitten in front of Peak Master Hua and Uncle Yan, but now you're acting all wild and unrestrained."

Li Shiyu playfully slapped his hand away, her eyes full of seductive charm: "Isn't that to give face to the two peak masters? Did you think they were as easy to talk to as Sister Nan?"
Besides, I am no longer the emperor; I have passed the throne to a carefully trained female official. Senior brother, you are truly in a high position and no longer concern yourself with the affairs of the Xuan Kingdom.

"I've been busy with cultivation lately and haven't paid attention to it for quite some time," Zhao Wuji said with a shake of his head and a smile.

"Today we will not talk about national affairs, but only about personal matters and personal feelings."

Li Shiyu leaned close to his ear, her red lips pursed, her breath sweet as orchids, "When will my husband win over Senior Sister Hua and Senior Uncle Yan? I can see that both of them have feelings for you in their eyes."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji coughed lightly, looking slightly awkward.

The subtle, unspoken feelings between him and Hua Qingshuang were something they both understood but never explicitly acknowledged.

Yan Lan may seem carefree, but he is actually quite perceptive and has a delicate mind. Moreover, his feelings for Yan Lan are not as straightforward and clear as his feelings for Hua Qingshuang.

Therefore, even though he could sometimes detect the flirtatious glances from his senior brother, he didn't know how to handle them. After all, given his senior brother's cunning, it was truly difficult to discern what was real and what was fake.
"What? My husband, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, is shy?"

Li Shiyu covered her mouth and chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "In terms of cultivation, I may not be as good as my two elder sisters, but when it comes to matters of the heart."

She lightly touched Zhao Wuji's heart with her slender fingertips, "Watch me, leave it to me, I will make sure my husband can have two women on his left and right and enjoy the bliss of having two wives."

"Don't be silly. I'm not interested in that right now. Let's just let things take their course."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and wrapped his arm around her slender waist: "Let's eat you up first, you little vixen."

Now that you have broken through to the Golden Core stage, and your Nine Revolutions of the Maiden have reached the seventh stage, this is perfect opportunity to help me raise my spiritual aptitude to the Purple Light level as well.

Before he finished speaking, the beauty in his arms had already turned into a pool of spring water. Zhao Wuji made a hand seal and casually summoned a cloud, which turned into a cloud couch.

The two figures landed on the cloud couch and flew up into the sky together.

Li Shiyu let out a soft moan, her lotus-like arms wrapping around her like vines, her inner energy spreading out like smoke and mist.

A faint mark of beauty suddenly appeared between her eyebrows.

The Sevenfold Maiden's True Qi burst forth, weaving a magnificent net between the two.

Each thread was imbued with pure Yin energy, like a celestial river hanging upside down, pouring into Zhao Wuji's entire body.

Zhao Wuji felt his pores open up and all 365 acupoints on his body tremble simultaneously.

The nascent soul opened its eyes in the dantian, and the seven divine wheels between its brows spun like the sun, refining all the incoming chaste true energy.

Gradually, a faint purple-gold halo began to emanate from his spine, rapidly transitioning into pure purple light.

That is a sign of a breakthrough in spiritual aptitude.
(End of this chapter)