As for where Su Ji went?
It could only be said that at that moment, an overwhelming and irresistible force struck, slamming ruthlessly into Su Ji's body.
The Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art within him instinctively began to circulate, ready to completely devour this foreign power.
However, a split second before that force touched his body, eighty to ninety percent of it was deflected by a much gentler aura.
The remaining force felt more like a firm push.
Following this momentum, Su Ji's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
He traced an arc in mid-air, smashed heavily against a protruding rock in the distance, and then rolled onto the ground, remaining completely motionless.
In that lightning-fast moment, a thought exploded in his mind.
An opportunity!
That Pavilion Master of Tingfeng was fulfilling their agreement!
He was using this method to create a chance for Su Ji to act alone, away from everyone's sight!
Su Ji fell to the ground, even taking advantage of the momentum to roll twice, and then lay sprawled and motionless, perfectly playing the role of a tool who had been knocked unconscious by the shockwave.
Only when he could no longer sense any movement from Zhao Wuji and the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng...
...did Su Ji leap up from the ground.
He patted the dust off his long robe.
He casually stretched his limbs.
A series of crisp cracking sounds echoed out, and he felt his entire body brimming with inexhaustible strength.
The dietary supplements from these past few days had indeed yielded good results.
He could feel that not only had the deficit from the previous hundred-round spar been completely replenished, but the vitality and blood of his physical body had also surged to an unprecedented level.
...
Su Ji looked around. The gray mist still lingered in the surroundings, and beneath the abyss, that dull, thunderous heartbeat continued to echo.
However, in this space, the invisible mountain that had been pressing down on his heart was gone.
A brief moment of freedom.
Those two guys probably won't be coming out anytime soon.
Now, everything was ready.
Only the final and most crucial problem remained.
Where exactly was the right location?
Zhao Tianyang had been reduced to ashes, and the so-called true map in his hands had naturally vanished into thin air along with him.
In this vast forbidden land, Su Ji was like a headless fly, completely unable to find his bearings.
He tried to activate the Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art to sense the purest energy source in this place.
But the surrounding baleful aura was so dense that it wouldn't dissipate, making it impossible to distinguish where it was strong and where it was weak.
Junior Sister.
Su Ji called out in his mind.
It seems I still have to rely on you.
Hmph, now you know to look for me?
Su Jiu's voice carried a hint of smugness.
She transformed into that familiar streak of flowing light and flew out from Su Ji's body.
A palm-sized miniature phantom floated in front of Su Ji.
That third fox tail had actually fully formed; even the fine fluff on it could be clearly seen.
It seems Junior Sister has absorbed quite well... it's just that I had to suffer.
You're still bringing that up!
As soon as Su Jiu came out, she puffed up her cheeks and glared at Su Ji with those watery fox eyes.
If it weren't for you...
Halfway through her sentence, a captivating blush flew across her cheeks, and she couldn't bring herself to say the rest.
Ahem.
Su Ji coughed dryly, forcefully changing the subject.
Junior Sister, let's get down to business.
He pointed at the gray, misty world around them, his face showing an unprecedented seriousness.
Help me find out... where exactly that Immortal Venerable is buried.
Hearing this, Su Jiu also put away her girlish coyness.
She knew the urgency and importance of the matter.
She closed her bright fox eyes, her delicate nose twitching slightly, and the three fox tails behind her slowly unfurled.
An invisible fluctuation quietly spread out in all directions with her at the center.
The baleful aura in this forbidden land might be fatal to others.
But to her, it felt like the most intimate calling.
Because these baleful auras originated from her own kin.
Originating from the Immortal Venerable of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan who had fallen here.
The pull between bloodlines could not be severed.
Su Jiu's brows slowly furrowed.
Her furry fox ears twitched uneasily.
What's wrong?
Seeing her like this, Su Ji's heart skipped a beat.
Strange...
Su Jiu opened her eyes, her watery gaze full of confusion.
I... I sensed it.
There's more than one.
What do you mean, more than one?
Su Ji pressed.
The aura of that Immortal Venerable...
Su Jiu's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
It's very scattered.
It's as if there are several sources distributed in different parts of this mine.
But each one is very weak, like... like fragmented pieces.
Hearing this, Su Ji also frowned.
What kind of situation was this?
After Immortal Venerable Haoyue fell, did he explode into several pieces?
Then... which one is the strongest?
Su Ji asked the most crucial question.
Su Jiu closed her eyes again, sensing carefully.
This time, she took much longer to sense than before.
Her aloof little face even broke out in a fine layer of sweat due to her intense concentration.
After a long while.
She finally snapped her eyes open, her bright fox eyes locked onto another direction in the abyss.
There!
She raised her fair, slender little hand, pointing toward an area that was not shrouded in the gray mist.
The strongest aura is coming from there!
Su Ji looked in the direction she was pointing, his spirits lifting.
Without a second thought, he prepared to set off.
But right at that moment.
Su Jiu's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of hesitation.
Senior Brother...
How about we don't... don't go over there just yet!
Su Ji's footsteps halted.
What's wrong?
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
