The Mysterious Woman in the Tower: Tianxuan

"Nantian, long time no see..."

The mysterious woman in the blue dress looked at Ye Tian, a smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, the world turned a deep azure, and the swirling mist dispersed.

This was astonishingly the world inside the tower.

Ye Tian looked at the mysterious woman, his body trembling as he held back his inner excitement.

He knelt down and earnestly performed the disciple's bow, saying with a resounding voice, "Disciple Ye Nantian pays his respects to Master!"

In the past, he had started as a lowly Body Forging stage spiritual cultivator. Only after obtaining a bead and taking the mysterious woman hidden within it, Tianxuan, as his master, did he step by step become a half-step Soul Formation human supreme!

"Rise. I didn't expect to see you again after three years. I thought..."

Tianxuan hesitated to speak.

Ye Tian calmed his state of mind and comforted her, "Master, aren't I perfectly fine? Since your disciple has been reborn, everything can start anew."

"Seeing you undergo such a transformation puts my mind at ease."

Tianxuan revealed a look of satisfaction.

The former Ye Nantian was confident and powerful, his domineering nature carrying a hint of untamed arrogance.

But the current Ye Tian, as if having been beaten too much by Pockmark Wang, had none of his past arrogance. Like washing away all leaden vanity, his whole person had become calm and restrained.

Tianxuan was quite satisfied with this change.

Back then, if Ye Nantian hadn't been so competitive and had known when to be humble and yield, perhaps those disasters wouldn't have occurred.

"Master, why are you in this tower?"

Ye Tian asked thoughtfully.

He clearly remembered that Tianxuan's resting place was that bead.

But why had it now become a tower?

And where did the bead go?

Tianxuan sighed softly, "I don't know either. I woke up in this tower, and three years have already passed."

Three years...

Ye Tian's eyes grew confused.

It had already been three years since his death in his previous life.

Three years later, would the people of the world still remember the Demigod Battle Supreme Ye from back then?

"The condition of your current body is not optimistic."

Tianxuan scanned Ye Tian and said faintly, "It's a pity that the Nine Suns Divine Fire of the Yin-Yang Twin Flames was stolen by a thief. Now, only the Profound Nether Divine Fire remains in the tower..."

"The Nine Suns Divine Fire... I have it."

Ye Tian raised his hand.

A tiny crimson flame slowly rose from his palm.

"How can this be..."

The mysterious woman revealed some surprise, looking at Ye Tian in shock.

"I'm not sure exactly what's going on either, but make no mistake, this body harbors the Nine Suns Divine Veins!"

Ye Tian said in a deep voice.

Everyone had misjudged.

Ye Tian wasn't some piece of trash, but possessed a unique divine vein physique.

It was just that the spiritual veins of this body hadn't been opened yet and required him to unlock them step by step.

For example, he could consume some fire-attribute medicinal herbs to force out a little spiritual energy.

Although it was minuscule, it was a change for the better.

Hearing this, Tianxuan smiled.

"Since that's the case, I shall bestow the Profound Nether Fire upon you!"

...

Luo Family Town, Night Market.

"Anyi, I heard you're hiding a silver-haired girl in your room, and she's extremely pretty."

Luo Zhihan asked seriously.

Anyi said with righteous indignation, "That's not true, it's utter nonsense! I, Anyi, am open and aboveboard. How could I do such a dirty thing! Who exactly said that!"

"Pockmark Wang."

"..."

Lanterns hung high, and the clamorous voices added a bit of liveliness to the dreary night.

Anyi gnawed on the fruit in his hand and let out a burp.

"How is it? Tastes pretty good, right? It cost three copper coins each."

Luo Zhihan said with a smile.

Anyi picked his teeth with a toothpick. "The taste is alright, it just has too much fiber. It gets stuck in my teeth."

"Anyi."

Luo Zhihan asked softly, a trace of sorrow appearing in her eyes. "Are... are you planning to leave the Luo family?"

Anyi was slightly taken aback. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I just have a feeling that you're leaving," Luo Zhihan said with a smile.

Anyi sighed softly.

This woman's intuition... was really accurate!

He indeed had the intention to leave.

Back then, he had promised Ye Tian a fifty-year contract of servitude in exchange for protecting the Luo family for a month.

Now, the one-month period was up.

Anyi no longer had any reason to continue lingering in Luo Family Town.

He also had to shoulder the responsibilities of the Asura Sect Master!

Luo Zhihan gripped the hem of her clothes and stared at Anyi. After a long time, she let out a gentle sigh.

Barring any accidents, her future would be spent staying in this Luo Family Town.

Just as her father had said, although it was ordinary, it also had its own kind of plain happiness.

But Anyi wouldn't.

She knew that an eagle meant to strike across the vast skies would never be willing to be confined in a birdcage.

His world was very vast.

"There's nothing much here anyway, let's head back."

Anyi looked at the peddlers and shrugged at Luo Zhihan.

The night market in Luo Family Town was far inferior in scale to the night markets on Earth.

In just a few minutes, they had reached the end of it.

Luo Zhihan nodded.

Right at this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a cloak and covered up tightly walked past quietly.

A wisp of black mist swirled in his hand.

He lightly brushed against Anyi's shoulder as he walked past him.

The man was none other than Fu Bing.

This was a battle between curse masters.

If Anyi were a curse master, he would definitely understand his meaning.

This was a letter of challenge between curse masters!

Casting a curse! Breaking a curse! Backlash! Counterattack!

The life-and-death struggle of curse masters, although bloodless, was equally magnificent!

Fu Bing really enjoyed the pleasure of immersing himself in the game of curses.

He truly couldn't wait to personally meet a curse master who could easily dispel the Black Death Curse.

He had even traveled thousands of miles for a battle, coming all the way from the west of the Lingchuan Region to the remote Luo Family Town in the east.

All of this, in his eyes, was truly worth it!

He had already issued the challenge.

Next, it was time to see who would emerge victorious!

Fu Bing's face was filled with excitement, which he constantly suppressed.

He was a curse master who grew stronger when facing strong opponents!

At the thought of the upcoming hearty and thrilling curse master duel, he felt his blood boiling.

With every step he took, he felt his blood surging and releasing...

Thud!

Fu Bing collapsed to the ground.

Shockingly, several throwing knives were lodged in his back.

Gushing blood had already soaked his back.

"Des...picable!"

Fu Bing fell to the ground and spat out these two words with great difficulty.

He stared straight ahead, dying with remaining grievances.

What happened to the agreed-upon curse master duel!

You actually threw knives at my back!

"What a weirdo, actually trying to harm me right on the street!"

Anyi looked at the blackening mark on his hand and clenched his fist.

Instantly, the Lockpicking skill activated, and the Black Death Curse on his palm was directly eradicated.

Luo Zhihan asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, nothing. It's already been taken care of. Just a lunatic."

Anyi said indifferently.

Meanwhile.

A generation's genius curse master, Fu Bing, had fallen.

His eyes were wide open in death, unwilling to accept his fate.

Because the throwing knives had hit vital spots, his life was gradually slipping away.

Fu Bing, out!