I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

One hundred and eighty-four days apart...

From any perspective.

He always breaks his promises...

Unless we pray for another possibility.

The other party also got the date wrong.

Just thinking about the scale of Jiangwanyu.

He doesn't seem like the type to get dates wrong.

Huang Quan cursed under his breath, complaining about why there was nothing like an alarm clock in the cultivation world.

Of course, even if they existed, no cultivator would use them.

Imagine you're at a crucial juncture in your breakthrough when suddenly, "Ring!" rings out.

If one's spiritual energy is disrupted, blood will be spurted out, and in more serious cases, one might even lose their life.

He grew anxious and patted the unopened peach blossoms into Gu Qici's hand.

"You stay here and guard the house."

Realizing his mistake in his choice of words, he quickly corrected himself: "Guard the Heavenly Demon Sect well. I have to go out for a while and check on the Canghai Academy. If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can send me a voice message."

He seemed more confident than usual when he spoke.

"Hey, senior brother, you're not not coming back, are you? There's a saying in Canghai Academy: 'Once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing.'"

Huang Quan has already gone far away, and no one can answer her questions.

……

The sun was setting in the west.

Pingchuan City was still bustling with people.

Spring night is approaching.

There was no continuous drizzle that would have crept in with the wind tonight.

The young man, with his youthful face, looked somewhat worried.

The dim light shone from behind him, somewhat blurring his features, but the white fox on his shoulder was quite conspicuous.

No matter how fast the boy moved forward, it remained lying still, as if it were asleep.

In an inn, a large group of people were gathered around one spot.

A cultivator, mimicking a storyteller, slammed his magical treasure down like a gavel, making the empty dining table resound with a 'clap clap'.

Huang Quan bypassed the cultivator and examined the inn.

A place that feels both familiar and strange...

You can see the end of it at a glance.

The people who made the appointment...

Not here.

His spiritual sense swept across the entire inn, finding only cultivators or mortals around the second level.

Huang Quan strode to the counter and tapped the table twice: "Excuse me..."

A lean young man, engrossed in his abacus, asked without looking up, "Sir, would you like a meal or a room?"

"This shop has changed owners?" Huang Quan frowned, muttered to himself, and didn't take it to heart. "I want to ask you something."

The lean young man sighed, "Sigh, the original boss... I heard he was stabbed to death for stealing the gold from the waiter. The authorities never found that gold ingot. Where would a waiter get gold? I guess it was a personal grudge. I took over this inn because I was greedy for small gains."

Huang Quan didn't reply; he didn't care about such trivial matters at all: "Has a very handsome man come into the shop recently? Wearing black clothes?"

He looked at the paper and pen on the counter, picked them up, and wanted to draw a portrait.

But thinking about his terrible drawing skills, he awkwardly put his hand down.

Logically speaking, the other party should be a 'teenager' to accept the invitation.

"Oh, a man in black? There are plenty of those, I can't think of one right now..."

Huang Quan placed a silver ingot on the counter: "About the same age as me, but much younger, around fifteen or sixteen years old."

The lean shopkeeper chuckled and accepted the silver ingot: "Sir, you jest. Where in Pingchuan City can you find someone as handsome as you? If I had seen you before, I would definitely remember you. Perhaps you've misremembered the place or the time?"

"Not in the last few days? Are you sure?"

Didn't they come?

He bowed his head and sighed.

My heart feels empty, as if a piece is missing.

Neither outcome is something he can accept.

Just when Huang Quan was at a loss.

The sound of a magical artifact slamming onto the table startled him awake.

Then the shopkeeper cried out in pain, "Be gentle, be gentle!"

The cultivator ignored the stingy shopkeeper: "She traversed countless battlefields, never suffering defeat, never retreating. She often stood alone by the eastern sea, lighting the heavenly fire. It's a pity that the heavens were jealous of her talent... She perished three days ago. It's a bit of a waste that she gave her life for a disciple who was missing a soul."

"Who is he?" Huang Quan had been listening for a long time and was completely confused.

But the words "heavenly fire" finally made him speak.

The moment the question was uttered, it was met with countless disdainful glances. It was basically certain that this person was either there for the spectacle or was some kind of cultivator who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Jiang Wanyu, a teacher at Canghai Academy, has a legendary life. Fortune changes every thirty years, never underestimate a young girl's potential!"

"At the age of fifteen, Po Jun lost his cultivation and was jilted. However, he returned to his peak in just half a year and even made further progress, stepping into the threshold of creation and becoming an instructor at Canghai Academy."

"Tch, Chicken Bro, tell me something that nobody knows. I can recite all of these by heart."

Several onlookers immediately became unhappy.

The cultivator picked up a cup of tea, took a sip to moisten his throat, and said, "Want to hear anything else? Pay up. Information is free? Do you think you're Liu Yong? Getting something for nothing?"

Huang Quan took out a low-grade spirit stone and placed it on the table.

The cultivator's eyes widened immediately: "Brother, what do you want to hear?"

You're saying she's fallen?

Huang Quan pulled up a bench and sat down.

"Well, you can't be sure. Their fate has been unknown for some time now. Their demise is just a guess. Most likely, they're in grave danger. Listen to your tone just now, you don't seem to understand the rules of Canghai Academy, do you? You get resources based on how much effort you put in."

"That Instructor Jiang is just a figurehead. It's like Canghai Academy is investing in her potential. Whether she actually teaches or not is irrelevant. But she insists on taking on responsibilities for herself. I heard she took in a little girl who is missing a soul and a spirit."

Huang Quan listened silently.

Upon hearing that his fate was unknown, he realized that the essence of humanity was that of a pigeon.

A miniature dragon suddenly popped out from the dragon bone necklace tied around his neck.

She nestled in the soft fur on the white fox's neck, flapping her little wings.

"That little girl is very strange. She has superhuman strength, but she can't draw spiritual energy into her body. According to the 'Lord of the Palace', what she is missing is the soul that corresponds to the talent that governs spiritual energy. He is quite interested in this and has read through many ancient books. In the end, he came to a seemingly plausible conclusion: 'twin body'."

The quick-thinking onlookers immediately asked, "Brother Chicken, what is twinhood?"

"You really think I know everything? I know so much because I spent some time at Canghai Academy. I only came back to recuperate after I took an arrow to the knee and the accommodation there was too expensive."

"Brother, are you planning to go to Canghai Academy?"

Suddenly, a large hand slapped the storyteller on the head: "Brother my ass, call me daddy."

The bald man grinned obsequiously, "Father, if you want to go to Canghai Academy, I'll show you the way."

Huang Quan pondered for a moment: "You recognize me?"

"I ran over to confirm as soon as I saw the fox master from afar." The bald man scratched his head sheepishly. "I was lucky to survive back then, so I picked up a few broken vines and made a little 'money'."

Chapter 49 Another Me with a Foolish Look

Throughout the journey, the bald man's mouth never stopped, as if it were wound up like a clockwork toy.

"I even benefited from the misfortune and broke through to the fifth realm."

“I think this line of work is too dangerous. Good luck won’t always be on my side. I’m risking my life and I might lose it any day. I figured I have enough spirit stones to spend, and I can’t keep earning them all. So I’ve decided to quit.”

Or perhaps these words had been bottled up inside him for too long, and he lacked someone to share his joy with, so he rambled on about irrelevant things before finally getting to the point.

"Canghai Academy is a good place, located at the junction of the north and south. Unfortunately, my talent... is hard to describe. It's better to be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond. It's far better to be a local tyrant in Pingchuan City. At least I don't have to worry about offending anyone every day. Some seemingly insignificant people can have very powerful identities behind them."

The journey to Canghai Academy was much smoother than that to Tianmo Sect.

Perhaps it is because it opens its doors wide to welcome visitors from all directions.

There are at least ten teleportation arrays in the Southern Region that are supposed to provide direct access.

After four or five transfers, the bald man brought Huang Quan to the outskirts of the city.

However, the bald man, looking at the people questioning him at the door, refused to go any further.

"Hmm, we're here! It's just ahead. I'm not going in. Dad, you can just ask anyone on the street. I'm afraid I'll run into my enemies and cause you trouble."

"Okay, then you can go back now, thank you."

Huang Quan went up.

Beneath the city gate, a young man in red robes and carrying a sword took out a special token and a spirit pen, scrutinizing him from head to toe. After a moment, he finally narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Cultivator? Name?"

"The Underworld".

"Are there any sects or sects?"

"Tianmo Sect."

"Hmm? I advise you to tell the truth!"

The man's expression instantly turned fierce.