Volume One, Chapter 30: The Imperishable Heavenly Art—Undying and Immortal

"Senior, I shall not kowtow to you now. When my cultivation allows me to tread the ancient starry path and seek the realms of the unknown, I will return to bring you back to your homeland." After paying her respects to the deceased and mysterious Cang, Yao Xi leaped back onto the ground.

Yao Xi felt a glimmer of anticipation. Supreme body-tempering techniques were rare in this world. Even across the entire Sword Spirit Continent, few sects possessed them. Such top-tier physical cultivation methods were not necessarily found even in first-rate sword sects. Soon, Yao Xi returned to the surface.

As the light appeared, it was blindingly intense, forcing Su Mu to close his eyes upon looking at it.

Wang Yuehan set aside the magazine she had been reading, placed it on the nearby table, looked up, and offered a gentle smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice sounding like a heavenly melody.

This question was truly difficult to answer. Wei Kai wiped away a bead of sweat, carefully choosing his words, wondering whether to be vague and brush it off, to be blunt and claim poverty, or to describe how many rooms they had and what furniture they contained so that his great-aunt could judge their financial status for herself.

Xiao Yiyun’s expression remained indifferent. He felt no fear; to him, such battles were excellent training and a rare opportunity for improvement. He feared that once he ventured deeper, where powerful demonic beasts swarmed, such opportunities would vanish.

"Yes, I will work hard." Thinking that one day he might reach the same cultivation level as his eldest sister, Wei Hua felt a surge of fervor and inwardly resolved to practice even more diligently.

Su Ruoyao’s phone ringtone provided timely relief for Zheng Yanzhong; he could finally catch his breath.

"Roar!" Just as Wei Fei was lost in thought, a thunderous roar startled him, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.

Ye Qingjue and Shangwu Shang spoke simultaneously. Their tones showed no hint of intoxication, only helplessness and despair.

"A good dog doesn't block the path." Ruan Qingyu was even more absolute; she couldn't even be bothered to look at him, simply dropping that line.

They were about six or seven hundred miles from the front line. When the barbarian army attacked, the main defense was empty because Nicholas had taken the forces to Starfall Fortress. Thus, the area was occupied almost overnight, leaving no room for a response. Of course, this was largely due to the speed of the barbarian Gray Wolf Cavalry.

With that, he turned around without any defenses, trustingly exposing his back to the others, clearly having completely believed Long Yanhua’s explanation.

Just as the demon broke free, the mysterious man within him told Leng Tian that he would temporarily lend some of his energy to Leng Tian so he could continue beating the demon.

Another crisp sound rang out as a red firework soared into the air, bursting with a "pop." Immediately after, a rhythmic "clack-clack-clack" sound echoed from the surrounding rooftops. Xiong Ti and his companions knew that the archers had pulled their bows taut, ready to fire at any moment.

After watching Da Wuhui for a long time, she saw the blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth. As she stared at it, she suddenly thought of a method.

Only then did Da Wuhui realize that Wang Jinjin’s tragic fate had been sealed years ago. And the person who had orchestrated such a fate for her had done so entirely for the sake of Black Moon and Dao Wuhui.

Xiong Ti scanned the shop. It had everything: shovels, brooms, needles, thread, and bronze mirrors. There was even rice from Jiangnan and fine flour from the Central Plains—a truly dazzling array of goods.

Li Haolong held Kexin’s hand and said tenderly, "Kexin, don't ask anything. I am just so happy to see that your sight has been restored."

In other words, if a human were to take a single glance, they would be lucky to merely go blind; if they were unlucky, their entire brain would be scorched, leaving them in a vegetative state.

Amidst the gaze of the crowd below, Lin Yufeng slowly walked up and received the purple, glowing box from Fu Zhuang—this was the Lightning Extremity Divine Pill. The two exchanged a meaningful look.

Before long, they walked out. Li Ao was beaming with a smile, clearly having obtained his quest experience and rewards.