Su Tong looked at the woman, and the woman also looked at Su Tong.
The two of them were now speechless.
Su Tong did not want to speak, while the woman was somewhat discouraged by Su Tong's words.
She had never met a man who did not flatter her like this her entire life.
This was the first man who told her that he would abandon her when danger came.
Most importantly, she could tell that this man was serious about what he said.
"I still don't know what to call you. My name is Yan Ling. What is your name?"
Finally, Yan Ling could not hold back and spoke to Su Tong first.
"Su Tong!"
Su Tong nodded slightly, then turned around, ready to leave.
"Wait, didn't you say you would take me to the ancient tomb? Can I follow you now?"
Su Tong did not speak, and his footsteps did not stop.
Seeing this, Yan Ling hurriedly caught up: "Hey hey, let's walk together. Where are you going?"
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Ling directly followed Su Tong.
Since Su Tong did not refuse, it meant she could come along.
"Go to a nearby city and find a place to stay!"
Su Tong spoke plainly.
The formation would open again in half a month, so he naturally needed to find a place to rest.
"A city? The nearby city is Luofeng City. The two sects I just mentioned are both in this Luofeng City. This way!"
Yan Ling spoke very familiarly.
Then she led Su Tong towards Luofeng City.
"Did you say the ancient tomb was also in Luofeng City?"
Su Tong asked.
He was somewhat interested in the ancient tomb, but not too much.
"Yes, it's near Luofeng City, outside the city!"
Yan Ling said.
"You seem to be very familiar with this place. Are you from around here?"
Seeing how familiar Yan Ling was, Su Tong asked.
"I'm not from here. I came because I heard there was an ancient tomb here. I did some research before coming."
Yan Ling shook her head.
She just came to take a look after hearing about the ancient tomb!
"I see."
Su Tong nodded, then did not speak again.
Yan Ling did most of the talking, while Su Tong only responded a few times, without revealing too much.
Soon, the two arrived at Luofeng City.
They found an inn and checked in.
"I'm going to cultivate now. Do whatever you want, just don't disturb me!"
Su Tong said plainly, then directly entered his room.
Seeing Su Tong leave without even turning his head, Yan Ling stomped her feet in anger.
Then she also turned around and entered her own room.
"The ancient tomb does seem interesting!"
Su Tong said indifferently.
He was quite interested in the ancient tomb of that God Transformation Realm powerhouse, as Yan Ling said there might be all kinds of treasures inside.
But it was just a passing interest.
Su Tong then sat down directly on the bed.
To avoid attention, he did not bring the Leijing Beast into the city.
At this time, there was only Su Tong alone in the room.
"Let's try this thing!"
Su Tong flipped his hand, and a blood-red bead appeared in his palm.
This blood-red bead was obtained by Su Tong after killing that blood-colored silhouette.
It should be something like a demon core.
"It seems those blood-colored silhouettes are not simple humans!"
Humans could not condense demon cores in their bodies.
Even powerhouses at the Divine Soul Realm and God Transformation Realm would not have demon cores.
"Such strong negative emotions!"
At this moment, Su Tong felt that there were some very strong negative energies on this blood-colored demon core.
These negative energies must have been carried by those blood-colored silhouettes.
Demon beasts would not have such things.
However, these were not difficult for Su Tong to deal with.
"Purify!"
Su Tong whispered.
Immediately, a white glow emerged in Su Tong's palm.
It instantly wrapped around the blood-colored demon core.
Moments later, strands of black energy drifted out from the blood-colored demon core.
"Ah!"
Su Tong seemed to vaguely hear a scream.
It was probably the voice of the blood-colored silhouette.
No matter how powerful that blood-colored silhouette was when alive, the trace of negative emotions on this demon core,
could not escape the purification of the ancient god language.
After purifying the negative emotions, the white glow disappeared.
Revealing the blood-colored demon core inside.
The demon core now looked even redder without the black energies on its surface.
"Refine!"
Su Tong placed the blood-colored demon core in his palm, clasped his hands together.
He closed his eyes, and an ancient god language came out.
Soon, the energy in the blood-colored demon core slowly flowed out, then entered Su Tong's body.
The spiritual energy contained in this blood-colored demon core was extremely rich.
Even with Su Tong actively absorbing it using the ancient god language, it was not refined so quickly.
Wisps of spiritual energy flowed out from the blood-colored demon core, then circulated once in Su Tong's body before flowing into his dantian.
By now, the blood-colored energies had been completely transformed into white spiritual power.
This session of cultivation took half a day.
"Phew!"
After exhaling a mouthful of stale air, Su Tong also felt very comfortable all over.
"I didn't expect this single blood-colored demon core to contain such rich spiritual power!"
Su Tong sensed his own strength.
He had just entered the Spirit virtual Realm, but now already had the strength of third-grade Spirit virtual Realm.
This single demon core provided Su Tong with spiritual power of the third grade.
Otherwise, with the ancient god language, absorbing a demon core would not take so much time.
"As expected of a demon core at the Lingxu Realm. If those blood-colored silhouettes were still at the Divine Soul Realm, I wonder if one demon core could let me enter the God Transformation Realm."
Su Tong suddenly wanted more of these blood-colored demon cores.
Without them, it would take Su Tong half a month to reach third grade.
Yet now a single blood-colored demon core did the job.
Only now, this demon core's spiritual power had been mostly depleted.
It seems those blood-colored silhouettes relied on the spiritual power in the demon cores to withstand the seal for tens of thousands of years.
But the remaining spiritual power was still enough to increase Su Tong's strength by three grades.
"It's already nighttime, this should be just right!"
Su Tong now looked outside.
Due to the cultivation, it was already midnight.
Then he got up and walked straight to the door.
After hesitating for a moment, he knocked on Yan Ling's room door.
"Who is it!"
Soon, Yan Ling's voice came from inside.
Then a sleepy-looking girl appeared at the door!
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.
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
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
