On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

The tip of the gun stopped in front of Zhao Fan's eyes, less than an inch away. When he came to his senses, Zhao Fan's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Why aren't you dead yet!"

Having exhausted all his methods, the cultivator surnamed Lu saw that his move had failed and a hint of despair appeared in his eyes as he futilely pushed forward with his hands.

Zhao Fan did not respond to him, but tightened his grip, causing the gun barrel to bend noticeably.

The cultivator surnamed Lu ultimately failed to grasp the spear shaft, and the spear slipped from his hand.

He still didn't give up, clenched his fists, and charged forward again.

However, after taking only two steps forward, Zhao Fan threw the halberd head out of his hand.

The powerful force imbued the halberd head with terrifying power. The cultivator surnamed Lu only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he reacted, the halberd head had already penetrated his chest. He was propelled backward by the force and crashed into a pillar of the stone pavilion.

The cultivator surnamed Lu slowly slid to the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the stone pillar and the ground red.

His mouth was full of blood. With all his might, he looked up at Zhao Fan, who was approaching him with a long spear, his eyes filled with resentment.

"How could I...lose to you...trash..."

Before he could finish speaking, the spear tip pierced through his mouth and emerged from behind.

Blood flowed down the tip of the gun, and he became completely still.

Zhao Fan let out a long breath, took two steps back, and sat on the stone bench next to him. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Zhao Fan felt as if he had finally come back to life.

The talisman on his chest had finally exhausted its spiritual power and slowly drifted down.

Zhao Fan reached out and caught it, watching as the high-grade talisman gradually turned to ashes and scattered everywhere.

Looking at the scattered ashes, he suddenly missed his master.

This talisman was one of his trump cards for survival, and it had been used many times. This last time, it saved his life.

However, looking at the tortoise shell on his chest, Zhao Fan smiled bitterly.

"Very well, Master, I should go see you soon."

The tortoise shell almost drained me dry last time I used it; this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape.

However, it felt pretty good to kill my enemy before I died.

And so, Zhao Fan sat quietly, waiting for the tortoise shell on his chest to finally reap his life.

However, Zhao Fan miscalculated again this time. When the tortoise shell retracted the black scales that had spread all over its body, it did not absorb Zhao Fan's blood and energy anymore.

But after all the tortoise shells were retracted, it detached itself from the body and, under Zhao Fan's gaze, stuck to the body of the cultivator surnamed Lu.

His once plump body rapidly withered, and in no time, only a pile of bones and dry skin stuck to them remained.

Zhao Fan had never seen anything so terrifying. He took two steps back in fright, staring intently at the tortoise shell, wondering if he would look just as horrifying if he were sucked to death.

This scene always reminded him of the demonic methods his master had described.

After absorbing the life essence of the cultivator surnamed Lu, the tortoise shell floated up again and drifted towards Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment, then quietly took two steps back.

The tortoise shell was very intelligent and seemed to sense Zhao Fan's resistance. It did not approach further, but instead sent out a beam of blood-red light that quickly entered Zhao Fan's body.

The light was so fast that Zhao Fan didn't have time to react.

After the red light disappeared, Zhao Fan immediately checked his body and found nothing unusual.

No, not only was there nothing unusual, the red light transformed into a pure flow of qi and blood, circulating throughout the body. Wherever it passed, wounds healed rapidly, the previously lost qi and blood were replenished, and the emaciated body quickly regained its fullness.

Once his vital energy was exhausted, Zhao Fan had almost returned to his previous appearance.

Seeing this, Zhao Fan felt relieved. Although the method was somewhat frightening, it didn't seem to do him any harm.

Once Zhao Fan lowered his guard, the tortoise shell returned to his side. However, this time it didn't stick to Zhao Fan; instead, it landed steadily in his hand.

Zhao Fan was puzzled and tried to put it back on his chest, but it had no effect at all.

This thing seems to have turned into a very ordinary tortoise shell.

Helpless, Zhao Fan could only hold the tortoise shell in his hand, take one last look at the cultivator surnamed Lu on the ground, and then go to the storage bag next to the cultivator surnamed Lu.

Only then did he realize that after all the hard work and victory, he had forgotten the most important prize.

Zhao Fan quickly put away his storage bag and hung it on his waist. Then he looked at the halberd of the cultivator surnamed Lu.

Judging from its appearance, this halberd is quite extraordinary. However, Zhao Fan himself does not know how to refine weapons, and now that the tortoise shell is not on his body, he cannot mobilize his spiritual power, so he cannot actually test it and cannot tell its grade at all.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fan was still reluctant to leave the weapon here, so he put away the spear and halberd and carried them on his shoulder.

At this moment, Zhao Fan finally had the opportunity to continue observing the surrounding situation.

In front of the stone pavilion, there is another road that extends to several exquisitely designed houses a hundred feet away.

Zhao Fan walked slowly forward, carefully observing his surroundings.

After the robbery and murder, Zhao Fan fully realized the cruelty of the cultivation world, and this luxurious cave must be extraordinary.

However, as Zhao Fan walked forward until he reached the doorways of several houses, nothing happened.

There are five houses in total, with plaques hanging on them, so Zhao Fan can easily see what each room is for.

The leftmost room is the alchemy room, next to it is the weapon-refining room, the middle room is the cultivation room, and the two on the right are the spirit-feeding room and the storage room.

There were five rooms, but only the middle room had its door closed. The doors of the four rooms on the left and right were wide open, and there was nothing inside.

On the door in the very center, there is a deep groove, and its texture is exactly the same as the texture on a tortoise shell.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Fan understood why the tortoise shell was no longer attached to his chest; it seemed to be for this very moment.

Reflecting on the events of the journey, I realized that my entry into this place was inextricably linked to this tortoise shell. Could it be that this thing originally belonged to this place?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Fan made up his mind and pressed the tortoise shell against the door.

Sure enough, it fit perfectly.

As the tortoise shell was placed inside, the stone door slowly trembled, then gradually rose, revealing the scene behind it.

Behind the door, the space was not large, only about four or five zhang wide on the left and right. In the very center was a futon, and on the futon sat a skeleton that looked like it had been dead for a long time.

Before the skeleton was a neat wooden box.

"Has he already passed away?"

Only after seeing the remains did Zhao Fan feel a little relieved and stepped inside.

But as he stepped across the threshold, Zhao Fan felt a strange, inexplicable sense of unease.

The feeling came quickly and went quickly, disappearing immediately after Zhao Fan stepped over the threshold.

Zhao Fan looked around in confusion, but found nothing unusual, before stepping forward.