Entering the Cold Abyss Mountains
Seeing Jun Bai die right in front of him, Zhuang Ze completely lost control. “I... I was wrong! Don't... kill me, don't kill me.”
“You don't realize your mistake, you just know you're about to die.” Suddenly, Chen Yuan smashed out with his right fist.
“Bang!” Zhuang Ze's head separated from his body, rolling onto the ground as blood gushed from his neck.
Xia Yuruo's beautiful eyes flickered. The Young Master in black is so formidable!
Having killed Song Cheng, this person could be called the number one among the younger generation in the Far North Land.
Chen Yuan reached out his right hand and drew Zhuang Ze's storage ring into his grasp.
Afterward, he strode toward the North Gate.
Next, it was time to go to the Hanyuan Mountain Range to search for the ice crystal snow lotus for his Revered Master!
Cultivators on both sides quickly made way for him, seeing him off with respectful gazes. His sheer courage alone surpassed theirs a thousandfold.
Naturally, there were also those who sneered internally, believing that Chen Yuan killing Song Cheng and Zhuang Ze was an act of courting death.
Chen Yuan walked ahead, the bloodstains on his body not yet dry. With every step, he left a bloody footprint.
If True Lord Qing He didn't come looking for him, he could live for a few more days. But if he did come, hehe! Just kill him.
Chen Yuan naturally had no intention of sparing True Lord Qing He; he intended to eradicate all threats!
Exiting from the north of the city, none of the surrounding City Defense Cultivators dared to stop him. They lowered their heads, afraid that if this lord was displeased, he would kill them all.
They were overthinking it completely. Chen Yuan wasn't that bloodthirsty or murderous!
He slowed his pace and swallowed two Hui Ling Pills to recover his Spiritual Power. After about half an hour, a majestic mountain range stood before Chen Yuan.
A single step separated two different worlds.
Ahead was a stretch of white snow, with snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
Chen Yuan stepped forward and entered the mountain range. The bone-chilling cold was like a steel needle trying to pierce his skin.
Chen Yuan frowned. The Hanyuan Mountain Range was indeed extraordinary.
Instantly, an invisible ripple rose around him, blocking the fierce and domineering Astral Wind!
With a thought, the Ten Thousand Treasures Soul Guiding Banner fell into his hand. A stream of Spiritual Power poured from his palm, activating the Ten Thousand Treasures Soul Guiding Banner.
In North Land City, a person flew in from the horizon, clouds beneath their feet like green lotuses in water, carrying an aura of Divine Sense Pressure!
All the Families and Loose Cultivators in North Land City showed horrified expressions, looking toward the sky.
The Divine Sense Pressure made it almost impossible for them to breathe.
Inside the Immortal Cave of the City Lord's Mansion,
True Lord Qing He frowned. Immortal Master pressure? Was the Ancient Immortal Sect moving so fast?
After pondering for a moment, he ordered the guards outside the door:
“Zhou Peng, go find out who has arrived here.”
Zhou Peng respectfully complied. Mist rose beneath his feet, and in an instant, he appeared in the Void Realm. However, he concealed his figure, and no one noticed him except Wang Hongqing.
Wang Hongqing realized that this person did not want to show his face. The two of them transformed into streaks of light and appeared in the mountain forest ten miles outside the city.
“Who are Your Excellency?” Zhou Peng's eyes were vigilant. He had never met the Immortal Master before, who was clearly not a Cultivator from the Far North Land.
“This Immortal Master comes from Yunhai Commandery in the Great Thousand Domain, specifically to search for someone.”
As Wang Hongqing spoke, he opened his right palm, and a scroll slowly appeared, depicting Chen Yuan wearing black clothes and a skull mask.
Zhou Peng's eyes flickered. The figure on the scroll gradually overlapped with the person who killed the Young Lord.
“I have seen this person. He left from the north of the city and headed toward the Hanyuan Mountain Range.” Zhou Peng's eyes were indifferent. “If you are looking for him, you may go yourself, but remember not to linger inside the city.”
After saying this, black mist rose, and Zhou Peng vanished from the spot.
If an Immortal Master were to stay in the city, he would personally drive them away.
Wang Hongqing realized. No wonder the purple Qi had disappeared; that kid must have entered the Hanyuan Mountain Range.
In an instant, clouds and mist rose from beneath his feet, and Wang Hongqing transformed into a Divine Rainbow, flying toward the Hanyuan Mountain Range.
Zhou Peng returned to the Immortal Cave and reported to True Lord Qing He.
“Revered Master, I observe that he seems to be seeking revenge.”
“Hmm!” Zhuang Qinghe nodded slightly. “Follow him and see what trump cards that kid has. If he is killed by that Immortal Master, bring his body back.”
“Yes!” Zhou Peng nodded and vanished into the darkness.
In North Land City, the number one Family is the Xia Family.
The Xia Family Patriarch is named Xia Ming, a middle-aged man nearly four hundred years old, and a Golden Core Immortal Master of the Ninth Stage, with hopes of achieving a Breakthrough to Nascent Soul and becoming an Immortal Master.
Ever since Xia Yuruo returned, she had been absent-minded, the handsome figure constantly lingering in her mind.
In an instant, a figure stepped out from the Void Realm. The newcomer was Xia Yuruo's Revered Master, named Shen Yunling, a Void Return Dao Lord.
She came from the Jiuzhou Territory, fifty thousand miles away, from a Second-Rank Sect—the Dingfeng Sect.
A Second-Rank Sect can also be called a Second-Rate Sect, and its Sect Master is an Integration Supreme.
“Girl, ever since you came back, you've been distracted. Have you fallen for that boy?” Shen Yunling chuckled, causing Xia Yuruo to blush deeply.
“Revered Master, what are you talking about? How... how could I possibly fancy him?” Xia Yuruo lowered her head, her face immediately showing embarrassment.
“In that case, come back to the Sect with me!” Shen Yunling said, waving her right hand.
This trip was originally to bring her Beloved Disciple back to cancel the engagement, but since the person was dead, there was no need to cancel the marriage.
“Revered Master, can we wait two more days before going back?” Xia Yuruo whispered.
“Since there is nothing else to do, why waste time here?” Shen Yunling asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Um... Revered Master, that Young Master might be in danger. Can you lend him a hand just once?” Xia Yuruo's voice was as faint as a mosquito, and by the end, it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.
“You said you didn't fancy him, yet you're completely distracted. You must have been thinking about this the whole time, right?” Shen Yunling tapped her forehead. “Don't worry, I will take action when the time comes.”
“Really, Revered Master?” Xia Yuruo's face lit up with joy, and she excitedly hugged Shen Yunling.
“That person might not appreciate it. I observe that his temperament is extraordinary; he is definitely not a Disciple of a Small Sect, much less a mere Loose Cultivator.”
Shen Yunling felt she had spoken too assertively and added, “If he really is a Loose Cultivator, he definitely possesses a powerful Legacy.”
Hearing this, Xia Yuruo's eyebrows immediately drooped. “Then, Revered Master, can you not take him as a Disciple?”
“Oh, you! You want Revered Master to arrange a marriage for you?” Shen Yunling rolled her eyes at her. “This person's talent is outstanding, and I am willing to take him as a Disciple. It just depends on whether he already has a Revered Master.”
“I love you, Revered Master!” Xia Yuruo smiled sweetly and hugged Shen Yunling.
Shen Yunling patted her back and said with a smile, “Don't celebrate too early. If this person already has a Revered Master or possesses a Legacy, according to the Sect Rules, I cannot take him as a Disciple.”
A moment later, Xia Yuruo let go of her, and Shen Yunling walked toward the outside.
“Revered Master, where are you going?” Xia Yuruo asked curiously.
“That young man you fancy is about to run into trouble. Do you want to come with me?” Shen Yunling turned her head to ask.
Hearing that Chen Yuan was in danger, Xia Yuruo's heart tensed, and she quickly nodded.
The world respects her as Dao Lord Yunling. Who can escape her Divine Thought? The conversation ten miles outside the city naturally fell into her ears without missing a single detail... In the Hanyuan Mountain Range, Chen Yuan had reached a canyon. Since he started using the Ten Thousand Treasures Spirit Guiding Banner in his hand, it hadn't made a sound.
Let alone a Sixth-Rank Spirit Treasure, he hadn't even seen a First-Rank Spiritual Plant.
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