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

"If a battle between cultivators at the Void Refinement stage lasts six days without a clear winner, then it will still take sixteen days to determine the victor."

"But it's a different story when dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators surround them."

Su Chen withdrew his hand, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Su can make it in time."

The figure in the green robe swept past the two icicles in front of the mountain gate, a gust of wind in the air.

A straight beam of light remained in the snow and mist, heading southeast.

Bai Luwei stood on the steps and lowered her head only after the light disappeared from sight.

My feet were freezing.

The girl then realized that she had even forgotten to put on her shoes.

...

A mountain breeze swept by, bending the green bamboo covering the hillside low.

Outside the side hall of the Luoyun Sect, the old stone bell has not been rung for many years.

Inside the hall, Li Changfeng held the rough pottery teacup and slowly took a sip.

A Nascent Soul cultivator was kneeling before the table; he was a disciple of the sect who had just returned from an external training expedition.

If this disciple hadn't returned at such a convenient time, Qingzhou wouldn't have received a single piece of news from the Xuanhuang Continent.

"...Thus, the two Void Refinement Grand Cultivators have been fighting for six days."

The disciple's tone betrayed an barely concealed excitement.

"Two of the ten secret treasures have been revealed, attracting thousands of cultivators to watch."

"Upon hearing of this matter, this disciple has reported it to the Supreme Elder."

After saying this, Li Changfeng yawned.

I've talked this old man until he's sleepy.

Looking at the pathetic state of these people in front of me.

Li Changfeng felt that these disciples had no talent whatsoever.

"Refining the void?"

"Let alone a battle between cultivators at the Void Refinement stage."

"Even if it were a battle between cultivators at the Integration Realm, the so-called battle of the strongest in the human realm, it wouldn't be worthy of my attention."

That's a very impolite statement.

Li Changfeng is a powerful figure in the spirit realm, a great being at the Mahayana stage.

They certainly have the right to utter such arrogant words.

However, how many of these disciples from Qingzhou have ever seen the world?

If you could witness a battle of Void Refinement firsthand, you might just gain some insights.

"Supreme Elder."

"We disciples... wish to take a look at the Xuanhuang Continent."

"I ask for nothing else, only to observe from a distance of two hundred miles away."

"Perhaps I can gain some insight into the realm of understanding..."

Upon hearing this, Li Changfeng's face darkened.

That's absolutely stupid!

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

"There's absolutely no need for that."

"With a casual flick of my finger, I defeated those two in their magical duel."

"You're all under my tutelage, yet you're thinking about such trivial matters!"

"stupid!"

The hall was deathly silent.

......

Only one spirit lamp was lit in the cave.

Han Ye sat cross-legged on the futon, veins bulging on his forehead.

The wound on my left shoulder has healed, but it looks terrible, with a ring of charred old scabs around my shoulder.

An arm was hanging in front of his shoulder.

Forged from meteorite iron.

This item was entrusted to Huang Tianhua, the Grand Elder of the Tai Xuan Sect.

I personally went to the black market in the Black Mountain continent to find it.

The price is not worth mentioning; the guide fee alone cost two hundred high-grade spirit stones.

Han Ye gritted his teeth, channeled his Nascent Soul spiritual power, and poured it into the meteorite iron arm.

The spirit pattern lit up.

Those five fingers slowly clenched into a fist.

Once the prosthesis was put back on, it was indeed incredibly durable.

This was achieved through Huang Tianhua's numerous connections.

They had just encountered a senior cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, who was under the command of Fairy Lu Yao.

After offering bribes...

I only managed to find this thing on the black market.

But a prosthesis is still a prosthesis.

There's no way to undo the terrible consequences of having an arm severed.

That means this arm cannot activate the technique.

She originally had the opportunity to reattach the arm that Su Chen had severed.

With the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, it only takes about half a month...

But Su Chen actually smashed that arm into dust right there in front of everyone.

This grudge!

Han Ye will never forget!

"Su...Chen..."

"You have severed one of my arms."

"I will remember you for a lifetime."

...

The white ash on the sea surface has accumulated to a thickness of half a foot.

The Sea of ​​Infinity, Day Seven.

Li Ziran and Wang Qiushan faced each other across a distance of thirty feet.

Neither of them moved.

When Wanxiang shrunk back into Li Ziran's sleeve using the Azure Cauldron, most of the sun, moon, and star markings on the cauldron had already dimmed.

The Taiyi Taixu Divine Umbrella hung above Wang Qiushan's head. A celestial silkworm thread on the umbrella surface was broken, and silver light kept leaking out from the broken end.

In Li Ziran's dantian, only a thin layer of spiritual energy remained.

Seven days and nights of relentless Void Refining and combat have depleted seventy percent of Luoyan City's centuries-old resources.

To recover, one must meditate for several months.

Wang Qiushan wasn't in much better shape; the cut that had split from the armor into his flesh was still oozing grayish-white vital energy.

The sea breeze blew in gusts.

Li Ziran suddenly felt his eyelids getting heavy; he hadn't even had a sip of tea in the past seven days.

"Old scoundrel."

Wang Qiushan switched the umbrella handle to his other hand.

"Still playing one."

"beat."

Li Ziran flicked his sleeves behind his back.

"I will not return to Luoyan City until I see you perish today."

Wang Qiushan smiled.

The smile spread through the gray sea fog.

Then, the dense cluster of escape lights two hundred miles away moved.

First three, then ten, then dozens.

Those "unaffiliated cultivators" who were just hiding in the crowd released their concealed auras one by one.

Late stage of Nascent Soul transformation.

One, two, ten.

I counted them; there were over forty.

More than forty Nascent Soul cultivators exerted their pressure from all directions, surrounding Li Ziran in the center.

The thousands of cultivators watching erupted in a clamor.

Li Ziran's face darkened.

"Wang Qiushan".

"You're just a Grand Elder at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm."

"To fight against overwhelming odds in front of thousands of cultivators?"

"Have you completely abandoned your dignity?"

The reason why those forty-odd Nascent Soul cultivators dared not show themselves earlier is quite simple.

If Li Ziran still had abundant spiritual power, he could kill dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators in the blink of an eye. That wouldn't be called an encirclement and kill; that would be called sending them to their doom.

That's how terrifying cultivators at the Void Refinement stage are.

But things are different now.

After seven days of fierce fighting, Li Ziran's spiritual energy was depleted.

One tiger, with its teeth worn down, is enough to feed for forty jackals.

Wang Qiushan flicked his long beard behind his shoulder.

"You old fool, stop trying to morally blackmail me."

"In the world of cultivation, the victor reigns supreme; the only question is who stands at the end."

"You came to my dojo all by yourself; you're just not smart enough."

"You still want to argue with me about face?"

These words, spoken with such righteous indignation, came from the mouth of the leader of the righteous path.

This truly made countless cultivators feel a bit more contempt.

But who would dare to say a word at this moment?

Perhaps Wang Qiushan sensed it, but it seemed that all the millions of onlookers were now on Li Ziran's side.

He also realized that what he had just said was indeed inappropriate for his status.

A surge of anger welled up in his heart.

With a wave of his hand...

The forty-odd Nascent Soul stage auras all converged towards the center.

Li Ziran raised his hand, and the spiritual light in his palm flickered twice before finally condensing into a shallow wind blade.

"Oh?"

"Is he not smart enough?"

"Did you come alone?"

"I don't think so."

More than forty divine lights condensed in mid-air.

A rift in the void tore open from the sky.

A foot wearing a cloud-patterned boot stepped out from the crack.

With that one kick, the sea mist within a radius of two hundred miles all settled onto the water's surface.

...