Volume 1, Chapter 30: Unlocking the Ultimate Technique, Mountain Torrent Style

The following week was a blur of activity.

Ye Cheng spent his days honing his skills in the Forest of Exotic Beasts, returning at dusk to spar with the martial arts masters arranged by Supervisor Nie. At nine o'clock sharp every evening, he would appear at the Liang Family Martial Arts Hall to participate in the underground fighting circuit. Back home, he had to review his daily cultivation progress, often not falling asleep until the middle of the night. His schedule was packed to the brim.

It is worth noting that the veteran martial arts master, after his first day sparring with Ye Cheng, requested leave the very next day.

"I have failed his descendants. Despite possessing a lifetime of cultivation, I could not save the lives of his lineage. Now, only Huang Xin remains as the sole survivor..." the old man said, unable to hold back two lines of tears.

Zhang Xu focused his attention, searching intently, yet he found nothing. The hidden danger was impossible to detect, so he simply stopped dwelling on it. In an instant, he conjured a series of talismans, each accompanied by a precise command.

The mysterious figure seemed to read Lin Yu’s mind, his dark eyes flickering with a constant, enigmatic glint, as if lost in deep contemplation.

Elsewhere, Great Elder Leng Yuan sat on the ground with Shi Sheng and the others. Shi Sheng, indifferent to the chatter around him, scanned his surroundings and realized there were indeed several powerful presences lurking nearby.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of insect eggs hatched in an instant. Lin Yu felt a pang of distress. He had come specifically for these eggs, hoping to find a "treasure," but now he was left empty-handed. Not only was the trip a waste, but the lost time was a price he could ill afford.

"Second Brother, what’s with that look? Is it the Soviet Union?" Lu Hao asked, looking at Li Tian Shu with a hint of joy, thinking he had guessed correctly.

"I... I am that dog," Ma Liang said with a self-deprecating laugh. He stepped forward, picked up a fruit knife from the bedside, sliced his right index finger, and let a few drops of fresh red blood fall onto the outer edge of the Gen position.

Ten talismans suddenly ignited, flying off into the distance and striking a patch of forest. A raging fire broke out; it was winter, and with the trees already withered, such a result was perfectly natural.

Though cultivators enjoy long lives, there is always an end; eventually, they cannot escape the ravages of time. Only by finding that elusive spark of immortality can one hope to live as long as heaven and earth, shining as brightly as the sun and moon. Yet, throughout history, how many have truly achieved this?

Compared to the murderous You Fen, Yu Qi appeared somewhat disheveled. His clothes were in tatters, his hair a mess, and he had sustained significant injuries, with fresh blood still staining the corners of his mouth.

Just as she was pondering how to complain to her husband upon returning, Chun Fu approached her and told her to go inside, saying that Great Aunt had something to ask her.

Xue Wushuang appeared at that moment, scolding Xu Yang as always. Her tone—harsh, yet born of a desire for him to succeed—remained unchanged through the ages, as familiar and motivating as ever to Xu Yang.

As he spoke, Chen Hongguan was surrounded by an aura of sword energy, a gleaming, cold-light blade suddenly appearing in his hand.

Yue Mengxin’s plan was to have Feng Lianji handle these pre-war preparations solely to establish his prestige and demonstrate his capabilities. More importantly, it was to give him a chance to prove why Lan Nianrong valued him so highly within her sea of consciousness.

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The old man did not give Lin Chen much time. With a wave of his hand, a suction force manifested out of thin air. A streak of blood, like a crimson ribbon, shot out from the wound on Lin Chen’s wrist, forming an arched bridge that landed in Elder Lan’s hand, condensing into a roiling sphere of blood.

In their eyes, several mid-stage Qi-refining martial artists teaming up against a twenty-year-old youth was as certain as a sure thing—a task as easy as picking up a snail with three fingers.