Young Zhu Lian

Outside Qingfeng City, on a small hill in the desolate wilderness, beneath a solitary wild peach tree, they glared at each other.

Liu Chicheng glared fiercely as he reached up to wipe the blood from his face.

The pink Daoist robe on Liu Chicheng's body could vie with peach blossoms in splendor.

After revealing his true appearance, the Nascent Soul rogue cultivator detained here turned out to be a short "Young Man," though his hair was snowy white and his face somewhat aged.

What was particularly strange was the long string of ancient jade pendants, small bottles, and jars hanging from the white jade belt engraved with hornless dragons around his waist.

His body swayed as if he might collapse, yet he still struggled to remain standing, terrified that one crooked head or unsteady leg would earn him a palm strike from the pink-robed Daoist before him.

His mood at that moment was like sitting before a lavish feast, just about to gorge himself, when someone suddenly flipped the table—not only had he failed to lift a single chopstick, but the table had smashed his head full of lumps.

Even now, he did not know how his realm had fallen! He had plummeted from the Nascent Soul Bottleneck all the way to the bleak state he had been in when he had first formed a Golden Core.

Even stranger, why did his opponent, so unfathomably powerful, seem to have been severely wounded as well? The issue was that he had not even made a move!

He had once been a mighty figure who dominated a region, the unquestioned Supreme Emperor behind several small nations. He had loved concealing his identity while searching everywhere for treasures and possessed no small reputation throughout Treasure Bottle Continent. He had fought Li Tuanjing of