155: Chapter 155 I, Zhao, never accept charity.

Zhao Yi's figure disappeared directly into the pink immortal light.

Zhou Yan...

"I have successfully completed my Undergoing Tribulation. As long as you are in the Qingling Realm, you cannot escape from my grasp."

She clenched her jade hand, and Zhao Yi, who had run a million miles away using the Spirit Stone Traverse Art, was grasped in Zhou Yan's palm before he could even use the Immovable Void Technique.

"I didn't expect you to have also reached the Mahayana Stage."

"Think back to when you were just a Qi Refining lad."

"By the way, where is the little sister from the Bai family?"

Zhao Yi...

A hundred or two hundred years had passed, and this woman's cultivation was terrifyingly strong; he was truly no match for her, but that didn't stop him from running his mouth.

"I beat her to death, killed her with my own hands. Damn it, sooner or later I'll kill you too. Tell me, are you afraid?"

Zhou Yan's eyes curved like crescent moons.

"Really?"

"I'm so scared!"

"What method do you want to use to kill me?"

Zhao Yi twitched his mouth.

"Hmph! The cruelest and most vicious kind."

"Afraid yet?"

After saying this, Zhao Yi regretted it himself. Was this just flirting?

How pathetic!!

He simply closed his eyes and ignored Zhou Yan.

"What happened back then was my fault."

"But if I hadn't borrowed luck from you, I definitely wouldn't have survived that Lightning Tribulation."

Zhao Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Borrowing luck?

Taking all his wealth was borrowing luck? A woman's mouth is a lying ghost; he didn't believe it.

"Now that I have successfully completed my Undergoing Tribulation, I will return this luck to you."

Zhou Yan said, hanging that half-dead earthworm around Zhao Yi's neck.

"I will give this immortal fate to you. You must cultivate quickly and pass your Lightning Tribulation soon."

"When that time comes, we will go to the Upper Realm together and fly off as a pair."

"Bah!"

Zhao Yi ripped the earthworm off his neck and threw it into Zhou Yan's arms.

"I, Zhao, never eat food offered in contempt."

"Even if I die, I won't take your things, even if it is an immortal fate."

"Hmph, you must be confused too. I am a Death Cultivator, what do I need an immortal fate for?"

"That's true, as if I could even pass the Tribulation Crossing Stage."

Zhou Yan was stunned.

"You're right!"

"Let's go."

With a wave of her hand, she took Mou Wuwang and the other Mahayana Spirit Clan members and disappeared.

Zhao Yi...

Left?

Just like that?

That shouldn't be right. What is this woman scheming again?

Actually, it wasn't just Zhao Yi who was confused; Mou Wuwang and the other Mahayana Spirit Clan members on the white cloud were equally puzzled.

"Saintess, that Zhao Yi is a talent."

"Think about our Far West Land, which has many mines. We need a Genius like Zhao Yi. If he were here, our Spirit Clan would definitely not be short of Spirit Stones again."

Zhou Yan's eyes turned cold.

"You want him to go dig mines?"

The killing intent was palpable, staring at Mou Wuwang, making him think he was about to die.

"Considering it is your first offense, the death penalty is waived, but you cannot escape punishment."

Mou Wuwang let out a scream, clutching his leg. Strangely, his leg was perfectly fine.

"My true form."

"A small punishment to warn you."

"Don't make decisions on your own next time."

"Take some people and spread the word that the immortal fate is in Zhao Yi's hands."

"Let those Human Race Cultivators go find trouble with him."

"When the time comes..."

There was a gleam in Zhou Yan's eyes.

"Oh, take it away, it's disgusting."

Saying this, she tore through space and disappeared.

Looking at the thing in his arms, Mou Wuwang stumbled and almost fell off the cloud.

"Im-immortal fate?"

The immortal fate they fought over, fell into his hands so easily?

"You are happy too soon."

"After the immortal fate is unearthed, it must not come into contact with earth-element objects. It was ruined after Li Xuanye buried it in yellow soil."

"You can't become an immortal with it, but it's not bad for soaking in water to drink."

Zhou Yan's voice drifted over, but the words she spoke were like a heavy hammer, smashing Mou Wuwang to pieces.

So many Mahayana Cultivators died, and the immortal fate they fought over, you're saying it's useless now?

Looking at the immortal fate in his hand, it was a genuine, large earthworm, just a deflated one now.

It had no luster, the essence inside seemed to have all drained away, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh.

Remembering the moment the immortal fate was trapped in the Great Yin Meridian Array and buried in the yellow soil, Mou Wuwang slapped his chest in pain.

"Why didn't I stop it at that time?"

"Without the immortal fate, how can we break through?"

Thinking of this, Mou Wuwang's spirit deflated.

"Not right!"

After a moment, Mou Wuwang regained his senses. The Saintess didn't have the immortal fate, didn't she also succeed?

"So, one can break through without the immortal fate?"

Mou Wuwang was invigorated. He looked at the earthworm in his hand.

"Might as well use it for fishing. It's so big, I bet it can catch a big fish."

The immortal fate that had been glorious for half a lifetime ended in this way. Thinking of the fallen Cultivators, it had to be said that it was a huge irony.

Great Yin Immortal Dynasty Capital.

Zhao Yi looked at the vast whiteness. It wasn't snow, but white soul banners. The air in the entire Immortal Dynasty Capital was filled with heavy grief.

Almost everyone in the entire Great Yin Immortal Dynasty Capital was wearing mourning clothes.

Walking on the streets, there was low sobbing everywhere.

Only the occasional whispers let Zhao Yi know what the Spirit Clan had brought to the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty this time.

In the Battle of the Hezhou Prefecture border, the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty deployed over a million of the Immortal Army to fight the Spirit Clan. Both sides underestimated the other's immortal martial divine cannon, resulting in over half casualties and heavy losses.

In the battle for the immortal fate in Anning Prefecture, fifty-three Mahayana Cultivators of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty perished. Who among those who could cultivate to the Mahayana Realm wasn't an Old Ancestor? Who didn't have a pile of descendants behind them?

The former death of ordinary Cultivators was large in quantity; the latter fall of Mahayana Cultivators involved high seniority and great power. As a result, wasn't every family wearing mourning clothes?

Green Maple Garden.

Zhao Yi knocked on the door. The Xuanpin Spirit Fox pulled Zhao Yi in and looked nervously behind him.

Then, it immediately closed the door and activated an isolation Formation.

"My master..."

"He is fine, he is in seclusion in my Fuyu Palace."

Zhao Yi did not open the Fuyu Palace, afraid of disturbing Li Yingzhen who was in seclusion inside.

Hearing that Li Yingzhen was fine, the Xuanpin Spirit Fox breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened? Why did so many Mahayana Cultivators perish?"

"It's rumored in the Immortal Dynasty that the master and you colluded with the Spirit Clan to kill many Mahayana Cultivators and monopolize the immortal fate."

"Is this true?"

The Xuanpin Spirit Fox's cultivation had obviously improved a lot recently and had become somewhat anthropomorphic. Zhao Yi glanced at it, confirmed it was the Xuanpin Spirit Fox and not some old monster transformed, and said speechlessly:

"Where did you hear these rumors?"

"Weren't there many Mahayana Cultivators following the Immortal Lord?"

"They didn't perish, so they should know the truth, right?"

"A whole bunch of Mahayana Cultivators from both the Immortal Dynasty and the Spirit Clan perished, but not at the hands of the other side, but in the mouth of the immortal fate."

"As for the immortal fate..."

"The Immortal Lord failed to seize it, and it was snatched away by the Spirit Clan Saintess."

"Do you know the Spirit Clan Saintess?"

"She's the one who just successfully completed her Undergoing Tribulation, she's about to become an immortal."

Speaking of Zhou Yan, Zhao Yi's expression was complex.

"Hmm?"

"Not right!"

"Why am I saying these things? You are not the Xuanpin Spirit Fox. Who are you exactly?"

Thinking of Zhou Yan, it was like Zhao Yi broke through a layer of mist, and he instantly sobered up.

"Hahaha~"

"As expected of a Death Cultivator who broke through from Qi Refining to the Mahayana Realm, Old Ancestor Zhao's reaction is fast."

"But it's already too late."