227: Chapter 227 The Struggle, the Fated Succession

Under the calm yet treacherous atmosphere of Zanggu City lay a scene of hidden wonders.

This place was practically a natural blessed land.

Countless treasures lay hidden within it.

Although they varied in quality, they were enough to draw countless powerhouses to flock here, fighting to the death.

At this moment, in a vast and boundless wilderness, a deafening sound suddenly rang out.

"Demoness, hand over the treasure, and I might spare your life!"

Immediately after, a cold female voice replied.

"You could only fool a three-year-old with words like that."

Because the spatial Domain was in a state of extreme imbalance, even though the two parties were on completely different levels of combat power, the former could not easily capture the latter.

"That ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Dragon Soul Ginseng is crucial to me. If you are sensible, hand it over. If I catch you, you will definitely suffer."

The person being pursued was none other than Nangong Shiya, who had entered Zanggu City ahead of time.

However, the situation here was completely different from what she had expected.

She had been following her original route, but discovered that her destination was not the location of the supreme treasure she had anticipated, but rather a Spirit Medicine plantation.

Just as she was pondering whether it was a teleportation issue or some special twist that had caused this peculiar situation, she was nearly ambushed from behind, almost being blasted into powder by a single palm strike.

At the critical moment, thanks to the Awakening of a special power within her, she was able to dodge the opponent's lethal move.

And this also caused the opponent's whereabouts to be exposed.

After the attacker realized the sneak attack had failed, they simply stopped hiding, not even bothering to pretend anymore, and launched a direct attack.

If it had been before facing Demon Saint Wuji, Nangong Shiya might have had the strength to fight back.

But her battle with him had consumed a portion of her Origin power.

Without being able to fully replenish it, and because she neither wanted to nor could afford to engage in a life-or-death duel with a hidden powerhouse here!

Thus, she simply swept up a patch of priceless Spirit Medicine from the garden and set off on her escape.

And these Spirit Medicine were by no means simple items.

Several of them even faintly reached the level of Immortal Medicine!

This action infuriated the person in hiding, creating a fixation on capturing Nangong Shiya at all costs.

"Ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Dragon Soul Ginseng?"

"I didn't expect to find such a treasure."

In her haste to pluck them earlier, Nangong Shiya hadn't specifically checked the types or attributes of the Spirit Medicine.

She only knew that anything buried in this exotic land could not be simple; seeing them, she just had to snatch them.

Even if useless for now, they could be turned into cultivation resources to ensure she could exchange them for other valuable items in the future.

Only a fool would believe the nonsense from the person behind her.

Of course, had she not engaged in a fierce battle with Demon Saint Wuji, she would definitely have turned back, ground the person behind her into bloody bones, and extracted their Soul to vent her hatred.

"Master, this woman is as slippery as a loach; she's too hard to catch."

"We must obtain that ten-thousand-year Blood Spirit Dragon Soul Ginseng, which is almost at the level of an Immortal Medicine." Sword Saint Canglan's tone was filled with unquestionable resolve.

There was no other reason; as long as he possessed this Immortal Medicine, he could restore his Divine Soul to its Peak state.

Then, by finding an excellent body, he could be resurrected and once again pursue the Peak Realm!

With such an easily attainable Opportunity right before his eyes, how could Sword Saint Canglan be slack?

In his view, if it weren't for the severe spatial collapse here, which prevented his Soul-state existence from using certain forbidden methods, Nangong Shiya would already be a turtle in a jar.

Just like that, one chasing, one fleeing, they moved further and further away.

On the other side, after stepping into Zanggu City and entering an area composed of mechanical Puppets, Gu Qingge noticed something unusual about his surroundings.

Apart from some unknown distance away, a few existences with indescribable Realm auras were searching for something.

The lifelike mechanical Puppets around him seemed not to be dead objects, but a different kind of living creature.

In their lifetimes, they were all powerhouses who existed in the world, refined into Puppet bodies and buried here.

In the gloom, fireflies flickered.

It was coldly forbidden and eerie, with endless chill.

Gu Qingge carefully examined the similarities and differences of the Puppets and discovered a glowing green Jade Slip in the giant claw of a bird-like Puppet that resembled a Phoenix.

The surface of the Jade Slip was carved with a green lotus, naturally radiating an Immortal aura.

"Does this item truly have a connection with me?"

Gu Qingge knew deeply that in the world of cultivation, what cultivators sought their entire lives was the word "fate" (connection).

Those with Immortal fate could ascend to the Peak, and could tread the path to become the Master of all.

Those without Immortal fate would spend their whole lives as ants.

"Could this be a trap designed to frame me?"

Suddenly, Gu Qingge stepped forward and picked up the Jade Slip with the green lotus pattern; the entire process was devoid of any danger.

His expression remained indifferent, neither sad nor happy, but the slight upturn of his lips completely betrayed his true thoughts.

This Jade Slip was extremely valuable.

Because it was a Longevity Scripture, capable of helping people achieve eternal life without having reached the Immortal Realm.

However, he hadn't been happy for long before an inexplicable palpitation suddenly struck his heart.

At this moment, he felt as if he had stepped into a trap, falling into a deep conspiracy.

After all, what kind of ownerless treasure would be obtained so easily?

And by someone like himself, whose Realm and strength in the field were not high?

Just as he was about to hurriedly retreat from this place, the change arrived as expected.

Several imposing figures stood proudly in the air, their gazes locked tightly onto Gu Qingge.

When they saw the scene before them, their eyes almost turned green.

So, after all their life-and-death fighting and scrambling, it had ended up benefiting a mere brat?

Of course, there was more doubt and uncertainty.

Because this place was clearly not something a mere Half-step Deity Transformation Stage could reach.

"This kid's cultivation... Half-step Deity Transformation Stage?"

"Are you joking! Such pathetic cultivation, lower than a dog's, could be favored by such an existence?"

"Could this kid be some reclusive old monster who came out specifically to play with low-level amusements, acting like a pig to eat the tiger?"

"Put away that nonsense; this kid is clearly just a simple Half-step Deity Transformation Stage, not some old immortal."

"Have you ever seen an old immortal who, upon seeing ants like us that could be destroyed with a single hand, doesn't slap us with a palm but instead runs away?" Venerable Guhe mocked.

If Gu Qingge had remained very calm and not run away, they might have had some doubts about his identity and strength.

But since he had already run, they couldn't be blamed for attacking.

"Eh? You seem to be right; that kid is about to run out of sight!" Venerable Mingkui said hurriedly.

"Thinking of running away with the treasure, have you asked for our permission?"

Gu Qingge reckoned that standing there motionless would be foolish.

He didn't know any of these people, but he at least knew the common sense of the cultivation world.

Ants, Fellow Daoist, Senior.

Facing this group of people, he definitely belonged to the inferior class of ants.