Divine Pill Peak.
A heavy atmosphere permeated the side hall, where flickering candlelight cast the shadows of Elder Ziyun and another elder onto the mottled walls, alternating between light and darkness.
"Senior Brother Ziyun, how are your injuries?" the elder asked softly, concern lacing her voice.
She was Su Yun, an elder of Divine Pill Peak, and shared a close relationship with Elder Ziyun.
Elder Ziyun sat in a chair within the hall, slowly raising his head. His once youthful, crane-like appearance now seemed as though he had aged a hundred years.
His posture, once as straight as a pine tree, was now slightly hunched. His once plump and rosy face had withered like dry wood, his eyes sunken and filled with exhaustion and worry.
"Cough... It's nothing. I've recovered about forty percent. Heavenly thunder is the power of the heavens and earth. For us to resist it is like a mayfly shaking a tree," he sighed deeply, his voice brimming with resignation and sorrow.
Had the Flying Sword Peak's scripture repository not been so invaluable, he wouldn’t have even dared to oppose the heavenly tribulation.
Because once he intervened, he feared provoking the wrath of the heavens.
Elder Su Yun frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. She sighed softly before changing the subject. "It's just a shame that the thief who infiltrated the scripture repository wasn’t caught."
Her tone was calm, but the regret in her words was unmistakable.
Elder Ziyun tightened his grip on the armrest, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "That brat was quite peculiar—he could conceal his own aura."
Then, as if recalling something, he added in a low voice, "But at the time, there was another disciple inside the scripture repository when the thunder struck."
Elder Su Yun’s expression shifted. "Senior Brother, are you suggesting that disciple is connected to the heavenly thunder?"
Elder Ziyun remained silent for a moment before answering.
Images of that moment replayed in his mind—Ye Chuan’s seemingly ordinary face appearing before him. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Perhaps..."
His voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
"Perhaps you’re overthinking it, Senior Brother. That newly recruited disciple is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. How could he possibly summon heavenly thunder and, in such a short time, spirit away all those cultivation techniques without anyone noticing?" Elder Su Yun shook her head, her tone dismissive.
Elder Ziyun nodded slightly. He understood his junior sister’s reasoning. After all, when he had scanned Ye Chuan with his divine sense, he hadn’t detected any storage-type treasures.
Yet his instincts kept telling him that Ye Chuan was not as simple as he appeared.
The night before, under the cover of darkness, he had secretly set up an array outside Ye Chuan’s cave dwelling. If there was anything unusual, the array would surely record it.
"With my Nascent Soul cultivation, divining the will of heaven is still too difficult. I can only hope I’m overthinking this," Elder Ziyun murmured before closing his eyes, as if trying to calm his doubts.
Seeing this, Elder Su Yun knew her senior brother needed rest, but she still had important news to share. Clearing her throat, she said, "Senior Brother, the Nine Revolutions Divine Marrow Pill you entrusted me to refine ten years ago—it can finally be prepared now."
Elder Ziyun’s eyes snapped open, instantly alight with joy. "Oh? You’ve found the last few immortal herbs?"
Elder Su Yun nodded, a faint smile of relief appearing on her face. "This pill will purify Ning'er’s spiritual roots, ensuring her path of cultivation is smoother."
She continued, "Those herbs were discovered by chance at an auction. Additionally, the Jade Void Demon Sect had a few suitable for refining the Nine Revolutions Divine Marrow Pill. For now, they’re being kept in the herb garden."
"Good! Good! Good!" Elder Ziyun exclaimed excitedly, laughing heartily. His earlier despondency vanished, replaced by renewed vitality.
"When Ning'er returns from the assembly, I’ll be sure to share this wonderful news with her."
His heart swelled with affection for his granddaughter. The thought of Ning'er’s spiritual roots being purified, ensuring her future cultivation would proceed without hindrance, filled him with delight.
"Senior Brother, you once did me a great kindness. It’s only natural I give my all in return," Elder Su Yun said softly.
"Back then, it was you who procured the materials for my Gender Transformation Pill."
"Heh, that was merely a small matter," Elder Ziyun replied eagerly. "Junior Sister, if it’s not too much trouble, may I see those herbs?"
"Of course, Senior Brother. This way." Elder Su Yun smiled and gestured for him to follow. The two rose and slowly exited the side hall.
Under the quiet night sky of Divine Pill Peak, they walked leisurely along the corridor toward the herb garden.
"Elder Su Yun, Elder Ziyun, good evening," two gatekeeping disciples greeted respectfully upon their arrival at the garden’s entrance.
"Mm. Have the herbs been watered today?"
"Yes, we’ve already used immortal liquid to irrigate them..." The disciple paused. "Elder, the supply of immortal liquid may be running low."
"How is that possible? We’ve captured so many demonic cultivators from the Jade Void Demon Sect. The spiritual liquid extracted from their bodies should last five hundred years," Elder Su Yun said indifferently.
"Well... Elder, you also brought back many immortal herbs from the Jade Void Sect, so..."
Only then did Elder Su Yun recall she hadn’t accounted for the herbs taken from the sect.
"Never mind. Once those demonic cultivators have been drained of their spiritual liquid, dispose of the remaining corpses by feeding them to the spirit beasts of the Spirit Beast Peak." She waved a hand dismissively. A cultivator’s body was still a valuable resource—feeding them to spirit beasts would enhance their cultivation.
"Yes." The gatekeeping disciple bowed.
After the exchange, Elder Su Yun turned to Elder Ziyun. "Senior Brother, please."
"Very well."
As they stepped into the herb garden, a refreshing medicinal fragrance enveloped them.
"Junior Sister, your herb garden is truly enviable," Elder Ziyun remarked as he surveyed the neatly arranged plots. "Has a new section been cleared here? What do you plan to plant?"
"Here... I distinctly remember planting quite a few Fire Spirit Herbs. It seems another elder must have harvested them for alchemy," Elder Su Yun mused before adding, "Due to the heavenly thunder incident, the garden’s resources have been heavily depleted."
"I see." Elder Ziyun nodded. Many disciples and elders had been injured, requiring vast quantities of medicinal pills.
They continued forward, but the plots before them were all empty.
"This..." Elder Ziyun glanced at his junior sister in confusion. Why were the herb plots so barren today?
"Senior Brother, there’s no need for concern. Once the herbs mature, they’re naturally harvested for alchemy. It’s not unusual for entire batches to be cleared at once," Elder Su Yun explained.
"The truly exceptional immortal herbs are kept in the deepest part of the garden."
"Ah, I see." Elder Ziyun nodded.
But when they reached the innermost section, it, too, was completely empty.
"Junior Sister, where are those herbs meant for Ning'er’s pill?" Elder Ziyun looked around.
"Oh, I understand—are they stored in a separate secret realm?"
When he turned back, however, he found Elder Su Yun frozen in place, staring at the emptiness in disbelief.
Where were the herbs?
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】
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
