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Yuncheng, a suburban villa.

Luo Tian was meditating in the courtyard when he suddenly felt a heat between his brows.

A message was transmitted into his mind through the master-servant contract.

"Master, there are suspected dragon souls and dragon energy within the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. Would you be interested?"

The messenger was Zhao Jianhua.

The president of Wanbao Auction House whom Luo Tian subdued.

Since being subdued by Luo Tian on the mountain road after the auction,

Zhao Jianhua has always stayed in Yucheng, running his auction house.

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to contact Luo Tian.

"Dragon Soul? Dragon Aura?"

Luo Tian's eyes lit up.

The dragon soul is the divine soul that remains after a true dragon has fallen.

Dragon energy is the fortune that gathers in the place where true dragons dwell.

These two things are remarkably effective in repairing Xiao Jin's soul injuries.

Especially the Dragon Soul; as long as he devours a complete Dragon Soul, Xiao Jin can at least recover to the Golden Core stage!

Is the news reliable?

Luo Tian asked through the contract.

Zhao Jianhua's voice carried a hint of respect and trepidation:

"Reporting to my master, this is recorded on an ancient scroll that I obtained by chance at an auction house."

It is said to have been left by alchemists during the pre-Qin period, and it contains a detailed record of the underground palace structure of Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum.

One of them, the "Eye of the Dragon Vein," is suspected of suppressing a dragon's soul.

"The ancient scroll is in your possession?"

"Yes, Master. If you are interested, I can send someone to deliver it."

"No need."

Luo Tian stood up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes:

"I'll go get it myself. While I'm at it... I'll also take a look at the First Emperor's Mausoleum."

Cutting off contact, Luo Tian entered the villa.

Xiao Niannian is in the living room, holding the Taiyi Sword and playing with Xiao Jin.

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng were meditating and cultivating on the side.

"Niannian, Qianxue, Mengmeng, get ready, we're going out."

Luo Tian gave the instructions.

Xiao Niannian's eyes lit up:

"Dad, where are we going?"

"Go to a very large ancient tomb; there might be dragons inside."

Luo Tian laughed.

"A dragon? A dragon even bigger than Little Gold?"

Xiao Niannian looked curiously at the little goldfish on her shoulder.

Xiao Jin snorted:

"Young master, I am a five-clawed golden dragon, the kind with the noblest bloodline."

"How can those ordinary dragons compare to me?"

Luo Tian rubbed Xiao Jin's head:

"Whether it's an ordinary dragon or a divine dragon, anything that can repair your soul is a good thing."

"Master, you mean...?"

Xiao Jin's eyes lit up.

"There may be a dragon spirit in the First Emperor's mausoleum."

Luo Tian nodded.

Little Jin was so excited that it flew around the house:

"That's great! That's great!"

As long as I can devour the dragon soul, I can at least recover to the Golden Core stage!

Then they can fight for their master!

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with anticipation.

The Mausoleum of the First Emperor is the tomb of Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of a unified China.

Legend has it that the place is full of traps and treasures.

More importantly, it is one of the sources of the Chinese dragon vein.

"Master, how do we get there?"

Ye Qianxue asked.

Luo Tian raised his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword flew out of his storage ring.

A brilliant golden light shone forth, and the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly grew larger, hovering in mid-air, radiating a chilling sword aura.

"Of course, we'll fly there."

Luo Tian took a step forward and stood firmly on the sword.

"Niannian, come up here."

Little Niannian hugged the Taiyi Sword and hopped and skipped onto it.

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng exchanged a glance and carefully stepped onto the sword.

The Xuanyuan Sword dipped slightly before stabilizing.

"Hold on tight."

Luo Tian made a hand seal, and the Xuanyuan Sword shot into the sky.

A golden sword light pierced the sky, like a shooting star, flying northward.

……

"Wow! It's so high! We're flying!"

Little Niannian lay on the sword, looking down.

Mountains and rivers, towns and villages, are all beneath our feet.

White clouds drift by, almost within reach.

"Is Nian Nian afraid?"

Luo Tian asked with a smile.

"Don't be afraid! Nian Nian is a superhero!"

Little Niannian shouted excitedly.

The little golden disc rested on her shoulder, her dragon eyes slightly closed, enjoying the oncoming gale.

"Little master, this is nothing. Once I recover, I'll take you to the highest heavens to see the stars!"

"Really? Xiao Jin, you can't lie to me!"

"Of course it's true, the master can testify."

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng gripped the sword tightly, their faces pale.

Who wouldn't be scared the first time riding a flying sword?

But gradually, fear was replaced by excitement.

Looking down at the earth, the feeling... is indescribable.

"Master, is this what cultivating immortality is?"

Li Mengmeng murmured.

Luo Tian nodded:

"This is just the beginning."

"The path to immortality is ten thousand times more exciting than this."

Ye Qianxue took a deep breath, her eyes filled with longing.

The sword flashed across the sky, speeding northward.

……

Meanwhile, in Kyoto, at the headquarters of the Dragon Group.

Xu Wudi sat in his office, his eyes filled with malice.

The Yang family was destroyed, the Imperial Sword Sect declared that a Saint would suppress them...

A series of setbacks fueled a fire within him.

"Luo Tian..."

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Luo Tian to pieces.

But he knew he was no match for Luo Tian.

Even a martial arts master like Yang Tianxiong was killed with a single finger; if he went up there, he would only be throwing his life away.

"If the open approach doesn't work, then we'll try the covert one."

Xu Wudi's lips curled into a cold smile.

He picked up the phone and dialed:

"Spread the word that Luo Tian possesses an unparalleled opportunity and a heaven-defying cultivation technique."

Whoever obtains it will be able to glimpse the path to immortality and achieve eternal life.

A surprised voice came from the other end of the phone:

"My lord, this..."

"Just do as I say!"

Xu Wudi hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair.

"Luo Tian, ​​aren't you supposed to be a great fighter? I'll make the whole world come looking for you."

"I'd like to see how many you can take on."

The news quickly spread like wildfire on martial arts forums.

"Breaking news! Luo Tian possesses a divine opportunity!"

"It's said he disappeared for four years and went to the celestial realm!"

"The cultivation technique he practices is an immortal technique; whoever obtains it can become an immortal!"

"No wonder he could kill a Martial Arts Venerable in his twenties; he must have received a divine favor!"

The posts are everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But everyone agrees that Luo Tian harbors a great secret.

The world was shaken.

……

In the ancient martial arts world, there is the Imperial Sword Sect.

Sect Master Ling Xiaozhi looked at the messages on the forum, his eyes gleaming.

"A predestined connection to immortality? Immortal arts?"

He muttered to himself, a greedy smile creeping onto his lips.

"No wonder this boy was able to kill three elders of my Imperial Sword Sect."

"I see."

He stood up and walked out of the main hall.

The back mountain, a forbidden area! Ling Xiaozi knelt before a stone gate:

"Master, your disciple has important matters to report."

The stone door slowly opened, and a terrifying aura surged out from within.

"What is it?"

An aged voice came from inside the stone gate, tinged with displeasure.

Ling Xiaozi respectfully said:

"Master, a young man has appeared in the mortal world who seems to have obtained a destiny to become an immortal."

He could kill a martial arts master in his twenties with a single finger.

The disciple suspects that he possesses the inheritance of an immortal.

After a long silence, a sigh came from inside the stone gate:

"A destiny of immortality... My Imperial Sword Sect has waited three thousand years, has it finally arrived?"

After a violent shaking, the stone door burst open.

An old man with white hair and beard and a withered face walked out from inside.

His body was hunched over, but his eyes were like lightning.

The aura emanating from him made Ling Xiaozi feel suffocated.

"Grandmaster..."

……