I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

Sword-making workshop.

The accumulated remnants of the broken swords over the years had long been absorbed by Lin Feng, leaving only some useless scrap iron in the sword pool.

Not far away, inside the fire pool, the Nine Yang Divine Fire scorched the pool walls, and the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with magma was strong and acrid.

Braving the heatwave, Lin Feng slowly walked to the edge of the fire pool. Looking at the fire snakes rising inside, he held his breath, sat cross-legged, and formed a hand seal. Driven by spiritual energy, the Five Yang Grass in Lin Feng's arms slowly flew up.

Each of the five leaves is different; their original five colors have all turned crimson under the scorching heat.

"No toxic substances have leached out."

"Could Ying Wujiu really be that kind?"

Lin Feng remained wary of Wu Jiu throughout.

This man, who twice tried to kill Lin Feng, probably wouldn't be thinking of helping Lin Feng break through.

Lin Feng used the Nine Yang Fire to quench the Five Yang Grass, but he did not find any toxicity in it.

"Well, since it's not poisonous, let's eat it first."

With a gentle wave of his right hand, Lin Feng summoned the five-leaf clover, which flew to his side. Without hesitation, Lin Feng consumed each of the five divine leaves.

Streams of pure yang spiritual energy were extracted from the Five Yang Divine Grass and began to circulate along Lin Feng's meridians.

At first, everything went smoothly. Fiery energy surged through his meridians like scalding rivers, washing over every acupoint.

He could feel his cultivation level increasing at a visible rate.

The bottleneck at the peak of Qi Refining began to loosen, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"It truly is a miraculous medicine; its effects are so remarkable."

"I just took the divine medicine and there are already signs of a breakthrough. If I can refine all of this divine power, breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage shouldn't be a problem."

With this thought, Lin Feng calmed down, all his anxiety vanished, and he began to concentrate on refining the divine power.

Before long, Lin Feng entered a state of ethereal tranquility, as if everything around him had ceased to exist.

Until a cold laugh rang out in Lin Feng's ears.

"Lin Feng".

Suddenly opening his eyes, Lin Feng realized that a familiar yet sinister face was right in front of him.

"There is no fault on his part!"

Ying Wujiu slowly walked up to Lin Feng and sat down next to him, speaking in an extremely gloomy tone.

"I don't understand, you clearly ran away to save your life, why did you come back?"

"revenge?"

Ying Wujiu was completely baffled.

Putting himself in Ying Wujiu's shoes, if he were Lin Feng, whether he managed to escape by sheer luck or killed the burly man in black, given that his personal strength couldn't overwhelm Ying Wujiu, the best outcome would be to continue running for his life.

Even if one wants revenge, one should wait until one's own strength has fully grown.

But Lin Feng came back nonetheless.

Ying Wujiu couldn't understand it at all, and the more he couldn't understand it, the more terrified he became.

Lin Feng had already guessed that Ying Wujiu wouldn't give him the divine medicine out of kindness; it seemed there was indeed a conspiracy.

However, Lin Feng did not ask Ying Wujiu what his conspiracy was, but instead answered Ying Wujiu's question first.

"Revenge? I've lived to be a hundred years old. While I wouldn't say I've seen through the illusions of the world, my desire for revenge isn't that strong anymore."

"I had almost forgotten about you before I returned to Chongyang Valley to see you."

Ying Wujiu frowned deeply and remained silent.

Lin Feng continued.

"I have returned this time solely to deal with the challenge from Xuanqing Temple."

"I haven't been in Chongyang Valley for very long, and my feelings for them aren't particularly deep, but both Sect Leader Xu and Fairy Yun have been kind to me."

"Moreover, Chongyang Valley is the starting point of my immortal path, so it is only right and proper for me to do my part."

What Lin Feng said at this moment was not false at all; it came from the bottom of his heart.

But these honest words sounded particularly harsh to Ying Wujiu.

Without a doubt, Ying Wujiu's judgments about Lin Feng were all wrong.

It could even be said that they were judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person.

Lin Feng's composure, in particular, made Ying Wujiu feel a sense of humiliation, as if he were being looked down upon and morally condemned.

He suddenly stood up, enraged and embarrassed.

"Bullshit! Don't pretend to be so high and mighty in front of me!"

"You think I'll believe you just because you say these things? You think I'll let you off the hook just because you say these things?"

"I'm telling you, today I'm going to grind you to dust!"

Ying Wujiu took out a talisman from his pocket and slammed it down in front of Lin Feng, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious.

"Old man, let me tell you, I went to great lengths to kill you!"

"The Five Yang Grass is priceless; it's the bait I prepared for you! Even the scriptures you saw in the library were carefully arranged by me."

"This Five Yang Divine Grass does indeed have the effect of helping you improve your cultivation level, but it contains five completely different spiritual energies, making it extremely difficult to refine. You will never be able to refine it in a short time."

"Until you complete the refining process, your cultivation will be almost completely ineffective! You won't even have the power to resist!"

"Don't expect anyone to come to your rescue. I've already set up an array around the sword-making workshop; your voice won't even get through!"

As soon as Ying Wujiu finished speaking, a dark cyan light began to flash, centered on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was unwilling to sit and wait for death, but after struggling slightly, he felt the power within his body become chaotic and mutually restraining, and he couldn't even release his spiritual power.

An old man, as withered as a dead tree, had lost his spiritual power and was indeed powerless to struggle.

Lin Feng slowly raised his head, looking at Ying Wujiu's ferocious expression, and a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.

He returned hoping to help Chongyang Valley overcome its difficulties, but unexpectedly, he ended up like this.

"Ugh."

"If you kill me, aren't you afraid the sect leader will find out?"

Ying Wujiu did not answer immediately, but suddenly pointed a finger at Lin Feng's dantian.

Lin Feng felt a sharp pain that instantly spread throughout his internal organs.

He was in so much pain he wanted to scream, but found he couldn't make a sound.

Ying Wujiu sneered, grabbed Lin Feng by the neck, lifted him up, and then slowly walked to the edge of the fire pool.

"I told you, today I'll grind you to dust!"

"This Nine Yang Divine Fire will burn you to ashes!"

"They don't know about our past grievances; they'll just assume you've vanished into thin air."

"Alright, old man, you've lived enough to be over a hundred years old. Go report to the King of Hell!"

After saying that, Lin Feng casually tossed the fire into the pool of fire.

The raging flames instantly engulfed Lin Feng.

Apart from a few faint noises, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened.

"call!"

Watching Lin Feng being engulfed by flames, Ying Wujiu took a deep breath, and the ferocity on his face finally faded, replaced by an indescribable calm.

The unease that had been lingering deep within him finally dissipated with Lin Feng's death.

"In your next life, don't cultivate immortality."

Ying Wujiu murmured something softly, then his figure flickered and quickly disappeared into the darkness.