“What a strange name.”
Su Yu'er couldn't help but murmur.
Seeing Yi Feng walk ahead, Su Yu'er quickly followed and grabbed his arm.
“Master, you’re really amazing,” Su Yu'er said with admiration.
Yi Feng frowned slightly. Wasn’t it just killing a two-headed water monster?
He had killed hundreds of thousands of those things. What was so impressive about it?
Was she trying to get close to him to haggle over the price?
No way!
Yi Feng quickly shook off Su Yu'er.
But Su Yu'er clung to him again.
“Master, are you the kind of person my uncles and seniors talk about, the ones who pretend to be weak but are actually incredibly strong?” she asked, her big eyes sparkling with hope.
Yi Feng remained silent.
In business, mixing personal feelings would only complicate things.
“Then, Master, can I take a look at that sword you used earlier?” Su Yu'er once again grabbed Yi Feng’s arm and asked.
Again?
Trying to get close? Not a chance!
Yi Feng coldly pushed Su Yu'er away. “Miss, please mind your manners. After all, men and women should maintain proper boundaries.”
“Master, do you like Celestial Crystals? I’ll give you 100,000 Celestial Crystals if you let me take a look at your sword, okay?” Su Yu'er said coquettishly.
“It’s not about the money. I’m not that cold-hearted.”
Yi Feng quickly drew the iron sword from his hand.
“Whoosh!”
“It’s hard to believe that this sword so effortlessly killed that demonic creature,” Su Yu'er said as she touched the sword. Though she couldn’t figure out why, she just felt it was extraordinary.
“By the way, Master, what’s the name of this sword?”
Su Yu'er asked.
“Iron Sword.”
Yi Feng replied.
“What a great name!”
Su Yu'er exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She swung the sword a few times before reluctantly handing it back to Yi Feng.
As they continued talking, they realized they had arrived at a river.
This river was an artificial one built along the edge of the black mist, filled with multiple arrays designed to prevent the mist from spreading. It was the work of the three great Dao sects.
Yi Feng lightly leaped over and stepped into the pitch-black mist.
“Ah!”
Behind him, Su Yu'er let out an excited scream, covering her mouth as she exclaimed, “Master, you’re so amazing! You just jumped over like it was nothing!”
Yi Feng rolled his eyes.
This girl was way too dramatic.
Couldn’t she at least praise something realistic? It was just crossing a river.
Her over-the-top admiration made him feel awkward.
“Um, Master, can I come with you?” Su Yu'er asked excitedly. Entering the black mist? Just the thought of it was thrilling.
If she told others about this, it would be so cool.
“Just come over. It’s just a river,” Yi Feng said, exasperated.
Hearing this, Su Yu'er felt even more inspired to become someone like Yi Feng.
Without a second thought, she lightly hopped and jumped over as well.
Her actions truly showed the fearlessness of a newborn calf.
For an ordinary person, who would dare cross this river? Even the slightest touch of the black mist would bring irreversible consequences.
The two of them walked into the black mist.
To Yi Feng, crossing the river didn’t make much of a difference—it was just a bit quieter.
But for Su Yu'er, it was complete darkness, so she clung tightly to Yi Feng’s arm, following him step by step.
Yet, her face was filled with excitement, and her heart was racing.
Walking through the black mist?
Now, this was what she called real training.
Those disciples squatting around the Demon Plains to hunt demons? What a joke. She, the young lady, had already made it to the demons’ headquarters.
Who could compare?
However, since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t help but ask, “Master, I can’t see anything. How do you see?”
“Oh, it’s just a bit dark,” Yi Feng said, glancing at the sky. It was a bit dim, but not so dark that one couldn’t see.
Could cultivators have night blindness too?
With a swish, a torch appeared in Yi Feng’s hand, instantly dispersing the black mist and illuminating their surroundings.
Su Yu'er was stunned, her mouth agape.
She had never heard of anything that could light up and even dispel the black mist.
Yet, Yi Feng casually pulled out something that could do just that. This was truly incredible.
“Master, what kind of treasure is that in your hand? It’s so amazing!” Su Yu'er said excitedly, her heart pounding.
“A torch,” Yi Feng replied.
“A torch? Just the name sounds powerful,” Su Yu'er said enthusiastically. “It must be incredibly valuable, right?”
“Yes,” Yi Feng nodded.
The torch wasn’t cheap; it was made from high-quality materials.
A single torch was worth a whole Celestial Crystal!
The two of them continued walking through the black mist, and after half a day, they finally arrived at the Corpse Valley, which was filled with so many bodies that they had piled up into a small mountain.
“I don’t come here often because the monsters here are too low-level. I roughly estimate there are about seven to eight hundred thousand of them,” Yi Feng said casually.
There was no response for a while.
Yi Feng turned to look at the girl and found her standing there dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open.
“Clang!”
Su Yu'er’s sword fell to the ground.
She turned her head to look at Yi Feng. “Master, this is what you call ‘not often’?”
“Yes,” Yi Feng nodded seriously, pointing ahead. “There are three more places like this up ahead. Combined, there should be about three million.”
“Clang!”
The sword she had just picked up fell to the ground again.
“I…”
“I… I…”
Su Yu'er opened her mouth, but her face grew more and more excited.
No wonder the demons had disappeared. They were all here!
Is this what a true master is like?
Manipulating everything effortlessly.
This was the life she aspired to have—not some boring training or being a junior disciple. She wanted to be someone like Yi Feng.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
