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

"Miss."

The pageboy looked up, his brow furrowing.

"There are cultivators fighting not far away."

The female cultivator did not respond immediately.

A jade-like foot gently touched the void.

The plain silver ring on his ankle came off, spun in mid-air, and grew to a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

As soon as the silver ring appeared, all the monsters within a hundred miles of this area fell silent.

The female cultivator sat on the silver ring, her feet dangling and swaying back and forth.

The divine sense spread out.

"Several Nascent Soul cultivators and about ten Enlightened Ones."

His brows immediately furrowed.

"Disappointing."

"Are all the battles in the lower realms this ugly?"

The page boy put the compass back into the box.

"Miss, don't forget the important matter."

"Although you have already entered the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, you have come here on orders to see your master, not to meddle in the affairs of the mortal realm."

"We were instructed not to interfere too much."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

The female cultivator lay down on the silver ring and withdrew her divine sense.

We've received half of it.

A thunderclap exploded in the valley.

Then, a shrill male voice crashed into the clouds.

"Did the Supreme Elder Li Changfeng send you?"

"Did Raika send you?!"

The person on the silver ring suddenly sat up straight.

The book box that the page had just picked up fell back onto the clouds with a thud.

"Li Changfeng?"

Something else finally appeared in the female cultivator's almond-shaped eyes.

"What is your martial uncle's name?"

The pageboy reacted quickly.

"It sounds like... one of them is my uncle's influence in the human realm."

"Exactly."

The female cultivator jumped off the silver ring, which then retracted onto her ankle, fastening it tightly.

"It's not appropriate to arrive empty-handed on a first meeting."

"Since it's someone my martial uncle wants to take."

"I took it down for him as a small gift."

"Miss!"

The pageboy hadn't even finished shouting.

A streak of light had already pierced diagonally down the valley.

......

Three hundred miles to the east, beneath the same sea of ​​clouds.

A streak of light moved at a moderate pace.

Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back in the escape light, his brows still furrowed.

Just now, two divine senses crossed the boundary and passed in front of Su Chen.

A cultivator at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm is ordinary.

Another one...

Refining the void.

And it was completely unfamiliar.

There were only a handful of Void Refinement cultivators on the Xuanhuang Continent, and Su Chen had counted them one by one.

Su Chen knew Li Ziran's aura all too well.

Wang Qiushan has turned to ashes.

The legendary late-stage Void Refinement expert from Xingluo has never shown his face.

This dish is neither like the style of the Xuanhuang Continent, nor does it have the same stench as the old monsters of the Black Mountain Continent.

Su Chen originally didn't want to care.

There are only two important matters to discuss on this trip to Qingzhou.

The first task was to bring Wang Yuyan back to Luoyan City.

The second task is to take that map of the source of the Xuanhuang spiritual vein and use it to kill Master Deng, the head of the Luoyun Sect.

Incidentally, Su Chen also wanted to take Wang Chongshan away with him.

With his position as the city lord of Yancheng within reach, what's the point of keeping a Misty Rain Pavilion in this godforsaken place like Qingzhou?

With a few years of careful planning, Su Chen was confident that he could transform Luoyan City into the most prosperous immortal city on the entire Xuanhuang Continent.

Thinking of this, Su Chen's consciousness suddenly paused.

Three hundred miles ahead, there was the sound of a battle.

The spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the talismanic light of a nascent soul, and a yin fire that specifically burns spiritual energy.

And that unfamiliar Qi of Refining Emptiness was heading straight for that spot.

Su Chen lowered the escape light even further.

"...What a coincidence."

Su Chen did not speed up.

A streak of light followed closely behind the cloud's base.

......

A mountain breeze swept past the eaves, blowing away the spiderwebs that had formed on the old stone bell that hadn't been rung for many years.

In a side hall of the Luoyun Sect, Li Changfeng slammed the rough pottery teacup onto the table.

The cup wasn't broken, but the tea spilled halfway down the table.

"Foolish!"

Lei Sha knelt down below, not daring to utter a single word.

"Han Ye's troubles were of his own making."

Li Changfeng tapped the table with his finger.

"Back then, I spared Su Chen's life; that was more than enough."

"This disciple only wanted to..."

"What are you thinking?"

Li Changfeng flicked his sleeve.

"You want to take back Su Chen's Daoist partner and force that brat to give you an explanation?"

"I'll tell you."

"Su Chen is my disciple."

"He killed someone, he will come back and explain himself to me."

Lei Sha's shoulder slumped down by half an inch.

The puddle of tea on the table was creeping up the edge.

Li Changfeng stared at the puddle of water, but his thoughts weren't actually on Han Ye.

The source of the spiritual veins of the three continents—Black Mountain's—is now in our hands, and Qingzhou's is right beneath our feet.

There has been no news about the Xuanhuang area to this day.

Whether that kid would be willing to obediently hand over if we actually found him is another matter.

If he were to actually kill his Daoist partner at this point...

Li Changfeng knew better than anyone how long Su Chen would hold that debt.

There is nothing to fear in the pursuit of emptiness.

But a Void Refiner who holds a grudge and has also found the source of the spiritual vein is very troublesome.

"Call them back."

Li Changfeng straightened the teacup.

"Not one is allowed to stay outside."

"go."

Lei Sha kowtowed once, stood up, took three steps back, and turned to leave.

I just crossed the threshold.

A communication talisman jumped out of his robes and exploded into ashes.

Lei Sha froze in his tracks under the eaves.

......

Wang Mang held the sword upright in front of his chest, with the tip pointing to the sky.

The purple lightning on the sword suddenly disappeared.

In the next instant, all the spiritual power within Wang Mang's body surged onto the spine of the sword.

It surged to the bottom.

"One sword."

"The Creation of Heaven and Earth".

When that bolt of purple lightning shot out from the tip of the sword, it did not branch, form a lightning net, or create a lightning pool.

Only one line.

A line of purple and white cuts a slit in the middle of the soul banner.

The slit was only opened for half a breath.

Half a breath is enough.

Wang Mang crashed through the gap, his shoulder charred black.

"Yu Yan!"

That roar shook the entire valley.

"Walk!!"

Wang Yuyan's spirit ribbon snapped shut in mid-air, and she turned around.

The ten Nascent Soul cultivators' flying swords chased after them simultaneously.

Right now.

The sky darkened.

It's not that clouds are obscuring it, nor is it that fog is rising.

It was as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles had been seized from above by something.

Ten flying swords fell to the ground simultaneously, embedding themselves in the cracks in the rocks and becoming impossible to pull out.

The remaining faces on the spirit banner fell silent, one after another.

The black flames froze in mid-air, condensing into black beads that fell and shattered silently on the rocks.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators' knees buckled, and they both knelt down in the rubble.

Wang Mang's sword slipped from his hand.

The sword fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then remained still.

The pressure of the Void Refining Realm.

Wang Yuyan's escape light dissipated, and she landed steadily on the stone edge, her blood-stained gauze dress clinging to her legs.

look up.

Beneath the clouds, a bare jade foot treads in the void.

A plain silver ring on the ankle.

The toes lightly touched the air, causing the clouds beneath their feet to ripple in a circle.

"Walk?"

A soft, delicate voice fell.

"Which way to go?"

The female cultivator emerged from the clouds, the hem of her gauze skirt fluttering in the dry wind, her almond-shaped eyes coldly sweeping over everyone in the valley.

The light stopped when it reached Wang Mang's face.

"Let me ask you."

"Are these two the people that my martial uncle, Li Changfeng, wants to capture?"

The valley was so quiet you could hear the sound of gravel sliding down.

Wang Mang's mind was full of questions.

Where did this Void Refinement cultivator come from?

And this Guan Lichangfeng...

Should I call him Uncle-Master?