Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Zhou Yan, who had vowed never to set foot on Qingmang Mountain before the third training session, once again entered the vast mountains.

To be honest, he was a little flustered. He took every step cautiously, and the slightest disturbance would trigger a punching stance as if he were under stress.

Mo Qingyan had no interest in Zhou Yan's situation. After entering the mountain, she took out a small bottle from her waist bag, uncorked it, and held it in her hand.

He walked into the mountains without saying a word, looking preoccupied.

Following behind the girl, the journey was smooth sailing, just as Zhou Yan was wondering if he was being too nervous.

"roar!"

A roar that Zhou Yan knew all too well came from behind.

"Holy crap! No way?"

Zhou Yan's muscles tensed, his blood and qi circulated rapidly, and he instinctively tried to grab the girl in front of him and run away.

But the girl in front of him suddenly lit up and instead of retreating, she ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

"Hey! It's dangerous ahead, you..."

Seeing the girl about to run away, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and chased after her.

He couldn't bear to watch someone who had been kind to him die in front of him.

Zhou Yan was extremely fast. Although he had not learned any martial arts techniques, his physical qualities as a martial artist made him far superior to Mo Qingyan, who did not know any martial arts.

Zhou Yan grabbed the other person's arm from behind and dragged her back without saying a word.

"Hey, wait a minute, that's...!"

The girl wanted to explain, but...

Roar!

Suddenly, a huge, colorful figure burst out from the forest ahead.

Zhou Yan caught a glimpse of the familiar, terrifying giant tiger out of the corner of his eye. His blood surged once more, and with a sudden burst of strength, he hoisted the girl he was dragging behind him onto his shoulder and ran away.

The girl was already petite, and with Zhou Yan's current strength, it wouldn't be difficult for him to carry a boulder weighing two or three hundred pounds, let alone a girl weighing less than one hundred pounds.

Mo Qingyan was hoisted onto Zhou Yan's shoulder, and the words she was about to say were swallowed back down her throat.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yan was already no match for the giant tiger, and now that he had brought someone with him, he didn't get very far before being overtaken and blocked in front of him.

Looking at the giant tiger before him, and the faint, fishy stench emanating from it.

Zhou Yan knew that today was likely to be a bad day.

He put the girl down and whispered in her ear:

"You said run, so you ran!"

  

Without waiting for the girl's reply, he shoved her backward and shouted:

"run!"

He suddenly turned his head, surging his blood and qi, and with the power of his leg muscles, he charged suddenly toward the enormous creature in front of him.

After transmigrating, Zhou Yan walked on thin ice with every step and did everything with utmost care.

Why?

Because he was afraid of dying!

But being afraid of death doesn't mean he has completely abandoned his principles.

At this moment, call him hypocritical or show-off, it doesn't matter.

But he stood up for a girl who had been kind to him; that was his principle.

Zhou Yan charged madly toward the giant tiger, even though he knew it was suicide.

Even if it means death, he will tear off a piece of his flesh to make this beast feel pain.

The madness in his eyes was fully revealed, and his collarbone grappling technique, which he had already mastered to a certain extent, was ready to strike. He was already very close to the giant tiger.

Roar!

The giant tiger seemed to be enraged by the overconfident performance of the little insect in front of it.

It opened its blood-red maw and was about to bite down on Zhou Yan.

Just then.

A sharp shout suddenly rang out from behind, its tone full of anger:

"Grandpa! Stop playing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan felt a blur before his eyes. The giant tiger, which was right in front of him and should have been biting down, seemed to be under some kind of heavy pressure.

The gaping maw snapped shut in an instant, and the body sank downwards.

boom!

The massive body was pressed down by an inexplicable force, sinking half a foot into the ground.

An elderly figure, who looked somewhat otherworldly, appeared out of nowhere and landed lightly on the giant tiger's head.

"Hahaha... My dear granddaughter, where did you find such an interesting boy?"

Zhou Yan remained in a death-defying stance, his hand about to unleash a grappling technique, but his body froze in place.

For a moment, in his eyes, there was a giant tiger, as big as a truck in his previous life.

The delicate, fresh-faced creature was trampled under the feet of a gaunt, white-bearded old man who seemed to have half his body buried in the ground. Unable to move, it could only let out a few soft sobs.

Of course, that wasn't all. In Zhou Yan's eyes, a purple radiance, large enough to occupy most of his field of vision, shot out like a blot out the sun.

【Master Healer (Purple)】

The target state is stable; the exchange requires a lifespan of 1200 years.

【Thirteen Rejuvenating Needles (Purple)】

The target state is stable; the exchange requires a lifespan of one thousand years.

Ignore the lifespan figure, which is so long it defies description.

Double purple entries!

Compared to this old man's talent, even Lu Qing Shuang paled in comparison.

Shocked!

It was incredibly shocking.

"Grandpa, you've gone too far."

Mo Qingyan jogged over, her ordinary-looking face filled with anger.

While running, she rubbed her chest, which was sore from Zhou Yan's push, and introduced herself to him apologetically:

"Young Master Zhou, this is my grandfather. He's not usually like this; he might be having an attack today."

Suddenly recovering from the shock before him, Zhou Yan quickly adjusted his posture, clasped his hands in a salute, and said:

"Greetings, senior. Thank you for saving my life."

"You little brat, how can you talk about your grandfather like that?"

The old man glared at the girl, then looked at Zhou Yan and said:

"Kid, you're not bad, at least you have commendable courage. What's your name?"

Before Zhou Yan could reply, Mo Qingyan spoke up from the side:

"He is the same Zhou Yan I told you about last time, the young master Zhou who encountered the spirit beast on the mountain."

"Oh, it's you, kid. You're really lucky to have escaped. It's quite remarkable that someone with your abilities could run away alive."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man lightly stepped forward and appeared in front of Zhou Yan in the blink of an eye, as if he had teleported.

The giant tiger, however, was stomped on like that and immediately lost consciousness, unable to make a sound.

Zhou Yan was utterly shocked; who on earth was this person?

Quickly organize your thoughts and say:

"I was lucky. Last time, I had to thank Miss Mo. Otherwise, I wouldn't have recovered from my injuries so quickly."

The old man looked Zhou Yan up and down, stroked his beard, and said:

"Hmm...that's good. My granddaughter saved you last time, so this time, consider it your way of repaying the favor. You two are even now."

"Grandpa! What are you saying? How can these be the same? This time, Young Master Zhou..."

Seeing the old man's attitude, Mo Qingyan subconsciously raised her voice considerably.

But before he could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand to interrupt him.

Looking at the young girl, the old man rubbed his forehead helplessly and said:

"Silly girl! I'm speaking up for you. Do you know how hard it is to repay a favor? And yet, you're siding with outsiders. I'm your own grandfather."

After saying that, he casually took out a small bottle from his pocket and tossed it to Zhou Yan.

"This bottle of Qi and Blood Pills is for you."

Upon receiving the bottle, Zhou Yan glanced at it, pondered for a moment, then returned the small bottle with both hands, saying firmly:

"I am unworthy of this honor. I was rash just now. I believe that with you here, even without me, Miss Mo will be fine. I cannot accept this pill."

Although the name itself suggests something good, he had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

After all, his willingness to risk his life to save the girl was not only a man's instinct, but also a result of his hot-blooded passion.

If he could do it all over again, he wasn't sure if he would have the courage to charge forward again.

"Young Master Zhou, just take it. Don't you need to replenish your qi and blood for your cultivation? This pill is perfect for that. Besides, my grandfather is very skilled at alchemy. These are just pills he makes casually, they're not worth much."

When the girl saw Zhou Yan decline, she tried to persuade him.

"Not bad, you're quite interesting, lad. You remind me of an old friend. Take this; it's just a small gift to mark our meeting."

The old man stroked his beard, looked at Zhou Yan, and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.

After a moment, the old man came to his senses, ignored Zhou Yan, and looked at the girl, asking:

"Didn't I tell you to wait in the village? What's so urgent that you had to come all the way up the mountain to find me?"

Upon hearing this, the girl suddenly remembered her purpose, and her eyes were instantly filled with worry.

Then, she quickly recounted the story of the fishy and sweet taste.

"Is that really true?"

After listening to the girl's story, the old man's expression also became serious.

Zhou Yan casually stuffed the medicine bottle into his pocket, and unable to contain his curiosity, he whispered to the girl:

"Is this really a plague?"

Before the girl could answer, Mo Yunfeng suddenly spoke up:

"It's not a plague."

Before Zhou Yan could even catch his breath, the old man continued:

"But it's a hundred times worse than a plague!"

"Don't talk so heavily," Zhou Yan's lips twitched.

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