Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Furthermore...

He paused.

"We should also talk about the matter of the Holy Maiden."

"Hurry up on the road."

The Fourth Elder cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, turned around, and left the hall.

A gust of cold wind blew in from outside the palace gate, scattering half of the stack of prescriptions on the table onto the ground.

Nobody picked it up.

...

The wind swept up from the other side of the dunes, and the swirling sand hit the protective aura with a soft, thumping sound.

This place is so hot during the day it can melt a person, and so cold at night it can freeze rocks.

There is not a single spiritual vein within a radius of two thousand miles.

This desert lies between Tian Shu Star City and Luo Yan City. Rogue cultivators call it the Dead Sand Plain, and ordinary cultivators would rather travel eight thousand miles than pass through here.

High in the sky, four shield lights were locked in combat, one in front and three behind.

The shield of light in front was no longer formed; there was a gap on the side, and spiritual energy was leaking out.

The person inside the shield of light had his black robe burned down to half its original size, and his face was covered in ash mixed with blood.

Wang Mang was seething with anger, but had nowhere to vent it.

It's so frustrating to even think about it.

How long has it been since I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?

Three years.

After finally achieving a solidified primordial spirit, one's lifespan increases, allowing them to reign for nine long years.

The wealth they've accumulated over the years isn't small. They've built a cave dwelling in Tian Shu Star City, and the small spiritual spring outside the cave was filled with spirit stones one by one by themselves.

He originally planned to go into seclusion for ten years to solidify his foundation in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

As a result, they only stayed there for two months.

two months.

The day before yesterday, the door to the cave was smashed open from the outside with a single palm strike.

The three cultivators knocking on the door were Nascent Soul cultivators, and they announced the name of the Starry Sky Dao Extreme Sect.

Wang Mang's mind went completely blank at that moment.

What grudge do I have against the Starry Sky Dao Sect?

There wasn't a single spirit stone exchanged.

Later, during a lull in the battle of wits, he pieced together the reason from the words of those people.

The Starry Sky Dao Sect wants to go to war with Su Chen.

The reason given was that Su Chen had seized their affiliated sect, thus violating the rules of the Xuanhuang Continent.

When Wang Mang and Su Chen went to the drainage channel of that Taoist temple together.

Many cultivators have seen the two of them together.

Those from the Starry Sky Dao Sect concluded that Wang Mang was an old friend of Su Chen.

To put it bluntly, they just wanted to use Wang Mang to threaten Su Chen.

This Su Chen seems to be his natural nemesis.

Anyone who gets even the slightest connection with this guy ends up being the one who suffers the consequences, Wang Mang.

"Kid!"

Someone shouted from within the shield of light behind.

"At this rate, this kid will be able to reach the walls of Luoyan City within two days!"

"We absolutely cannot let him get away!"

"Fifth brother, don't worry about the expense!"

"Open the umbrella!"

When Wang Mang heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

broken.

Of the three people behind, the one holding the umbrella was the most troublesome.

A black-boned umbrella, its canopy pieced together from individual pieces of bone material from a century-old burial site. When opened, it forms a formation; when folded, it is a powerful artifact.

That umbrella doesn't hit people.

That umbrella gets hit by lightning.

Wang Mang's entire body, from his martial arts techniques to his sword skills, was full of thunder.

scoff.

Half of the sky behind them had darkened.

The ink-bone umbrella opened in the void, its diameter reaching thirty feet. The joints on the umbrella surface lit up one by one, forming a circle of black patterns that spiraled inward.

The wind was drawn back by the umbrella.

Wang Mang's shield was pulled back seven or eight zhang by this sudden movement.

There's no escaping it now.

Then let's fight.

Wang Mang paused in mid-air and turned around.

Three years ago, when he was still in the Nascent Soul stage, he couldn't even hold off one of these three people.

Now, at least, he's at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators—let's take them one by one.

He put two fingers together and smeared them between his eyebrows.

A sword leaped out from the primordial spirit.

The sword was entirely bronze-blue, with nine fine lines engraved on its spine. As soon as it was drawn from its sheath, all nine lines lit up.

"Thunderous Qi Technique"

Wang Mang raised his spiritual power.

The sky within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to press down all at once.

There are no clouds.

But all the sand stood up from the ground, one by one, and was pulled upwards by the lightning breath that was drawn down.

"Nine Heavens Thunder-Summoning Style".

He pointed his sword at the sky.

boom.

A bolt of purple lightning struck down from ten thousand feet in the sky, hitting the very center of the ink-bone umbrella.

The joints on the umbrella sank down piece by piece, swallowing the thunderbolt.

After swallowing, a layer of charred residue appeared on the edge of the umbrella ribs.

"We held on."

The old man holding the umbrella spoke from under it.

"Boy, all that lightning you're covered in is just adding a pattern to an umbrella to this old man."

"Third brother, go!"

The shield light on the left dissipated.

A tall, thin monk stepped out from inside, each of his ten fingers holding a copper ring.

Ten copper rings were thrown outwards and connected end to end in the void, forming a chain.

As soon as the chain lit up, it wrapped around Wang Mang's limbs, tightening its grip into his flesh with each loop.

Soul-Locking Ring.

A binding weapon at the Nascent Soul level, specifically designed to lock the primordial spirit's spiritual apertures.

Wang Mang's right leg was wrapped around twice, and his spiritual energy was immediately blocked on half of his leg.

"Lightning-infused spectroscopy".

He held his sword horizontally in front of him and cleaved it into three pieces with a single stroke.

Three sword beams slammed down along the joint of the chain, causing the runes on the copper rings to explode one by one.

On the third strike, the chain broke.

The broken copper ring fell from mid-air into the sand.

"Goodness."

The tall, thin monk withdrew his hand and took half a step back.

"Even a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages can break my rings."

"No wonder the sect was willing to send three people for you."

The shield of light on the right arrived at that moment.

A long, crimson whip lashed out from within, its blade wreathed in flames. With a single strike, it burned a charred gash into the air.

That female cultivator's methods were extremely vicious.

The first lash struck the eye, the second the ankle, and the third wrapped around the sword.

When Wang Mang's sword was wrapped around the whip, his entire right arm felt hot.

"Behave yourself."

The female cultivator pulled back.

"Come back to our sect with us, and they won't take your life."

"You're just a bargaining chip."

"Champions?"

Wang Mang gritted his teeth.

"You want to trade me for Su Chen?"

"He doesn't even know me!"

Whether you know me or not is not up to you.

The whip tightened by another inch.

Wang Mang was truly enraged at this moment.

Ok.

They all used him as leverage.

That Brother Su has now reached the Void Refinement stage; with one step he steps out, the entire city kneels in submission.

I was being surrounded and beaten by three people in this godforsaken place.

"Thunder Pool".

The lightning energy within his body was completely extracted and surged upwards along the sword.

Lei Fa landed in the center of the void surrounded by the three people.

In an instant, the thunderous energy within a radius of three hundred feet completely transformed into an inverted sea of ​​thunder.

The sand dunes below were flattened by this action.

The female cultivator's crimson whip broke into three pieces, and she was thrown sixty or seventy feet away by the sea of ​​lightning. When she landed, half of her body was twitching.

The tall, thin monk retreated quickly, but he also lost an arm in the process.

"This kid's gone mad."

"He can't handle it himself either."

At this moment, blood was seeping from all seven orifices of Wang Mang.

run.

Not running would be foolish.

The three people behind them caught up after a short while.

"Southeast!"

"He's going to Luoyan City!"

"That kid is heading in the right direction. Those in Luoyan City wouldn't dare interfere in the affairs of our Starry Sky Dao Sect!"

"But if he enters the city, Su Chen will find out!"

...