Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Inside the cave where the corpse was dragged.

Zhou Yan looked down at the woman in his arms and saw that her face was flushed and her body was still trembling slightly.

He hurriedly looked up and shouted.

"Senior Mo!"

Mo Yunfeng frowned slightly upon seeing this.

"Hahahaha... Uncle Mo, you're still so arrogant."

Wan Ning sat cross-legged within three steps of the alchemy furnace, his black beard reaching his chest, but his face was full of mockery.

"This Three-Flower Poison is no longer three-flowered, but four-flowered. The extra flower is specifically for women. If you still use the old method to cure it, she will only suffer from internal heat."

Mo Yunfeng's eyes sharpened, and he shouted:

"You wretched child! Even if she dies, I can bring her back to life. A mere case of yang fire attacking the heart—I think you truly desire death!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it.

The rainwater above suddenly rolled back.

Countless raindrops gathered in mid-air, instantly condensing into a giant palm print, carrying a heavy shockwave, and pressed down on Wan Ning.

Wan Ning's smile remained unchanged, but the sarcasm intensified.

He sat in front of the alchemy furnace without moving an inch.

However, just as the palm print was about to land...

A flash of light swept across the rain.

The blade flashed without much force, yet it resembled a thin, dark line that momentarily separated heaven and earth.

  

boom!

The blade flashed and the palm print collided.

A giant rain-soaked palm print exploded in mid-air, turning into a sky full of water mist.

The aftershocks swept across the prison ruins, causing the already crumbling buildings around them to collapse one after another.

Mo Yunfeng withdrew his hand, frowning as he looked at the source of the blade's light.

A man wearing a faceless mask and a white robe, but with a black lotus flower embroidered on his chest, carrying a knife, gracefully landed on a pillar on the other side.

"Senior Mo, you are a senior figure, why get so angry? Why don't you go aside and have a chat with me?"

The man's voice was indistinct, as if he was deliberately hiding his tone.

"Where did this cowardly scoundrel come from? State your name."

Mo Yunfeng shouted.

"The Sect of No Life, the Sect of No Face!"

The man in white robes said softly.

"Faceless? I think you're shameless!"

Faceless showed no anger upon hearing this; his tone was calm, yet his words were full of threat:

"Senior Mo, I know you have long since retired from the affairs of the martial world. Go find a place to retire peacefully and stop meddling in other people's business."

Before he could finish speaking, four figures flashed by and landed on either side of the two men.

It was Shen Zhongheng and his group who came after sensing the commotion here.

Upon seeing Mo Yunfeng, Shen Zhongheng and Commander Ma immediately bowed and said:

"Greetings, Senior Mo."

Mo Yunfeng hummed in response, but his eyes remained fixed on the man opposite him named Faceless.

The moment Shen Zhongheng and Commander Ma saw the figure in white, they recognized him.

Faceless!

One of the four Dharma Kings of the Wusheng Sect.

Grandmaster of the Primordial Realm!

Regardless of the title, all of these things terrified the two of them.

The Wusheng Sect dared to send innate grandmasters to the inland areas. Aren't they afraid that the imperial court will find out and surround and kill them?

"Hmph, when I was at the Innate Realm, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere, and you dare to threaten me?"

After saying that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

And the next moment.

A palm print suddenly appeared beside the faceless figure.

The faceless man brandished his sword, its blade flashing as fast as lightning.

boom!

Their palms clashed again.

The entire curtain of rain was violently shaken open.

The blast wave swept across the area, affecting many nearby houses, which were on the verge of collapse.

The people who had been hiding inside the houses had no choice but to flee in the rain.

But as soon as the rain touched their bodies, their faces turned ashen, the red light above their heads suddenly intensified, and strands of their blood and qi were drawn toward the county government office.

Mo Yunfeng's eyes darkened.

With a swift movement, he dashed out of the city.

Faceless transformed into a streak of light and followed closely behind.

Two innate celestial energies rushed out of Qingzhou City one after the other.

Only after the suffocating pressure dissipated did the few remaining people in the city begin to move again.

Shen Zhongheng and Ma Chengfeng made their moves almost simultaneously.

Gong Changying let out a sharp laugh, her figure flickering like a ghost as she approached Shen Zhongheng.

The man with the pig-faced mask, carrying a long sword, blocked Ma Chengfeng's path.

Blade flashes, chains, palm strikes, and afterimages intertwined once more above the dilapidated prison.

Meanwhile, below, in the cave where corpses were being dragged.

Shen Heng, who had just been sent flying by Mo Yunfeng's flick of his sleeve, had just gotten up when he heard Wan Ning's furious voice.

"Useless trash, hurry up and bring me the medicinal ingredient."

Shen Heng was startled and subconsciously looked in the direction where Lu Qingshuang had originally been.

There was no one there.

Zhou Yan, carrying the person, rushed towards the exit.

Shen Heng's face contorted with rage. It's that brat again, damn it!

He picked up the long sword that had fallen to the side and used his agility to chase after it.

……

Zhou Yan carried Lu Qingshuang in his arms. With each step he took, a stone brick shattered, and his figure leaped forward a distance.

They suddenly used the Chongshan Step.

He had long since realized that Wan Ning seemed unable to leave the alchemy furnace, and seeing that the other party showed no fear whatsoever, he knew that the other party must have a backup plan.

Sure enough, when the faceless masked figure appeared and reflected a sky full of purple light in his eyes, he didn't dare to look at it for long, for fear that the other party would notice him.

He grabbed Lu Qingshuang and turned to flee.

The vibrations from the vigorous running may have made Lu Qingshuang, who was lying in Zhou Yan's arms, a little more awake.

Lu Qingshuang, who had just regained consciousness, looked at the scenery rushing past on both sides with some confusion.

Only then did he recall what had just happened.

"I...I'm not dead?"

She looked up and saw Zhou Yan's young, cold face.

"Lord Lu, let me help you hide!"

Seemingly sensing something, Zhou Yan glanced at the other person's open eyes and said in a low voice.

Feeling Zhou Yan's intense and masculine aura, Lu Qingshuang felt somewhat uncomfortable.

However, her injuries were so severe that she couldn't even speak and could only nod slightly.

Zhou Yan moved swiftly through the streets and alleys, the surrounding houses eerily silent, with only faint shouts of battle occasionally drifting from afar.

"die!"

A figure suddenly emerged from the side alley, wielding a thick-backed broadsword in both hands, and slashed down at Zhou Yan's head.

Zhou Yan's eyes turned cold, and he stomped his left foot heavily on the ground, causing the bluestone slab to shatter suddenly.

He twisted his waist, his body moved sideways, and his back smashed through the courtyard wall.

boom!

Amidst flying dirt and stones, he carried Lu Qingshuang and crashed into the courtyard.

There were two slightly shriveled corpses in the yard, their blood and air drained.

Zhou Yan had just steadied himself when he heard the sound of a bowstring being taut coming from the wall.

A man with a bow crouched on the wall, the arrow tip pointing directly at him.

The burly man who had attacked with a knife earlier also entered the courtyard carrying a thick-backed knife.

The burly man was as strong as a bear, with a sinister smile on his lips.

"Run? You think you can run fast?"

Zhou Yan squinted and secretly glanced at the two of them, where two streaks of green appeared.

[Broad back and thick waist (green)]

The target state is stable; exchanging terms requires a lifespan of 20 years.

Eagle Eye (Green)

The target state is stable; exchanging terms requires a lifespan of 18 years.

[Note: The lifespan required for exchanging entries is always calculated based on the lowest entry at the host's current level.]

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the prompt at the bottom of the panel.

He advanced to the third level, and his stats indeed changed.

Moreover, the lifespan required for the exchange is also drastically reduced, which seems to be related to his own strength.

Lu Qingshuang, who was in his arms, fell into a coma again due to the violent tremor from the wall breaking.

He didn't say anything, but turned around and carefully placed Lu Qingshuang under the eaves.

Just then.

boom!

The courtyard gate was kicked open.

Shen Heng walked in with a gloomy face and a knife in his hand.

"Hey! Shen Heng, you're still such a waste. I asked you to kill this kid, and you still couldn't kill him after more than half a month." The man on the wall, drawing a bow, looked at Shen Heng who entered the courtyard with a mocking expression.

"If it weren't for the two of us, that kid would have run away long ago."

"Shut up!"

Shen Heng roared angrily.

But the man didn't take it seriously, chuckled, and then said nothing more.

As Zhou Yan listened to their conversation, a thought suddenly struck him.

Looking up at Shen Heng, he said:

"Those two assassins who came to kill me, were they sent by you?"

Shen Heng also looked at Zhou Yan, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

"Those useless trash from the Crossing the Netherworld Tower, they're not strong enough, yet they want me to pay more? If it weren't for the protector preventing me from revealing myself, I would have killed you all by hand long ago."

Everything is now clear.

No wonder he thought the two looked familiar; weren't they the two who chased after Chen Lie last time?

Shen Heng wasn't causing trouble for himself because Chen Lie was dead, but because he had ruined their plans.

It turned out to be the case.

He also wrongly accused Scarface.

I silently mourn for Brother Dao for a second.

"Sigh~"

With a sigh, Zhou Yan began to take off his shirt.

The three of them were stunned by his actions.

What are you doing?

Is it because you're afraid of getting blood on your clothes?

Even though you're about to die, why are you still so particular?

The burly man on the other side spoke up:

"Kid, what tricks are you up to?"

"I'm afraid the clothes will get ruined."

Zhou Yan spoke calmly.

In the time it took to speak, he had already taken off his shirt and thoughtfully covered Lu Qingshuang's face with it.

He stood up slowly, shirtless.

Raindrops fell on his shoulders and back, then slid down his taut muscles.

He stretched out his arms wide, tilted his head back, and faced the torrential rain as if embracing the sky.

"Come on! What are you waiting for?"

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