Secluded Island Hermitage

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Li Qingjun was rapidly approaching the "reef".

As I got closer, I was delighted to discover that it wasn't a reef, but a small hill on an island.

The mountainside protruding above the sea was small, but it was quite green, making for a pleasant environment. As we flew closer, we could see wooden huts built on the mountaintops. The huts were simple, yet they seemed to possess a mysterious quality, as if they were one with the heavens and earth.

Although it doesn't seem to have much Spiritual Qi energy, it should be a secluded place for Rogue Cultivator.

Li Qingjun flew over with a mixture of wariness and anticipation, and saw a little girl in green squatting outside a house on the mountaintop. In front of her was a sea fish that had been washed ashore by a high wave, its white belly jiggling. The little girl took a stick and poked it; each time she poked the fish, it jumped up, and the girl was overjoyed.

"..." A little girl squatted on the isolated mountain, but she could not sense any special aura here at all... Li Qingjun felt that something was a little strange, and dared not move for a moment. She called out from afar, "Li Qingjun Penglai Sword Pavilion pays respects to the master of this place."

"Peng... Li..." The little girl looked up with wide eyes, glanced at Li Qingjun, and then quickly saw Qin Yi being carried in her arms. Her expression changed drastically, and she stood up, running towards the wooden house on her toes. "Master, Master!"

The wooden house creaked open.

A woman in a pale yellow dress walked out of the door, seemingly intending to reprimand someone, but upon looking up, her expression immediately changed drastically.

Only then could Li Qingjun sense the unfathomable aura emanating from the woman. He was somewhat shocked, thinking to himself that it was truly unexpected that a cultivator of the Radiant Sun realm was living in seclusion in this mountain where there was clearly no Spiritual Qi.

However, such Rogue Cultivator often need to master many unorthodox techniques to survive, which means that her chances of saving Qin Yi are quite high. Thinking of this, she pleaded in a low voice, "Senior must be a virtuous and reclusive cultivator... My companion is injured. If Senior can save him, the Penglai Sect will always remember Senior's kindness."

"I saved him, and the disciples of Penglai are grateful to me?" The woman's expression became even stranger, then she sighed and said, "He was just overdrawn, he's not difficult to treat. Bring him here."

After saying that, he turned and went inside.

The little girl wanted to say something, but after being glared at, she fell silent, trembling with fear.

Li Qingjun figured that no one on the sea would dare to harm her Penglai sect, so she figured they wouldn't hurt Qin Yi. She then carried Qin Yi into the mountain. The moment she entered, it felt as if a curtain was being drawn back, but when she turned to look, there seemed to be no reaction.

"Maybe I was too tired, or maybe I was hallucinating?" Li Qingjun sighed and carried Qin Yi into the wooden house.

A subtle fragrance wafted through the room, very pleasant and refreshing. A window faced the room, bright and clean, with a vase of unidentified flowers on one corner and a book in the center, its pages open. Sunlight streamed through the window, and the sound of waves crashing outside created an atmosphere of secluded tranquility.

Li Qingjun concluded that this was a true hermit who secluded himself from the world to cultivate himself.

The room was divided into two sections by a screen, behind which were two soft couches of different sizes. The Yellow-Shirted Woman calmly said, "Put them down."

Li Qingjun hesitated, "This... placing it on Senior's embroidered couch? Wouldn't that... be disrespectful to Senior?"

The Yellow-Shirted Woman twitched her lips. "Maybe."

"That..."

"Saving lives is the priority." The Yellow-Shirted Woman waved her hand casually, and Li Qingjun realized that she could no longer hold Qin Yi and had been "taken away" and placed on the couch.

Why is he acting like he doesn't like me holding him? He's in such a hurry... Li Qingjun didn't think much of it at the moment; her mind was entirely on Qin Yi: "Senior, how is he?"

"It's nothing serious..." The Yellow-Shirted Woman took a pill and fed it to Qin Yi. "He's just severely overdrawn. This is a medicine to strengthen his body and restore his vitality. Rest is the most important thing. It's best to let him sleep for three days and three nights without disturbing him. With his ox-like... well, anyway, he'll be lively and energetic when he wakes up. After all, it's not a serious injury."

Li Qingjun breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "Thank you, senior."

The Yellow-Shirted Woman finally fixed her beautiful eyes on Li Qingjun, looking her up and down with a playful expression.

Li Qingjun looked down at herself, then subconsciously glanced at the other person's chest, and her head drooped again.

Why is it so big again?

"Fairy Penglai Sword Pavilion, I know you." The woman said, "I watched your competition on Burning Heaven Island three days ago from afar, and you were outstanding."

"Senior is too kind..." Li Qingjun thought to herself that three days had already passed. She wondered why the sect had not sent another Senior Tengyun to join them.

As if understanding her thoughts, the woman said calmly, "That door disappeared not long after, and people from all sects could only return to their own residences to await news. The onlookers could only disperse. I want to enter the capital..."

At this point, he seemed to realize he had spoken out of turn and stopped talking. Li Qingjun didn't seem offended; there were probably many people who wanted to get in, so it wasn't surprising.

Seeing that Li Qingjun didn't say anything, the woman asked, "Could you tell me what exactly happened inside? How could Qin Yi, who can fight against all the heroes in the world, be so exhausted, while you seem to be unharmed?"

As he spoke, his expression hardened, and the fierce glint in his eyes seemed to pierce Li Qingjun's heart.

Li Qingjun looked somewhat dejected. "After three years of arduous training, I thought I could keep up with him, but in the end, I found that I was still too weak. He was fighting desperately, and I could hardly help him at all; I could only watch... Senior said I was outstanding, which is truly an overstatement. Not only was my cultivation insufficient, but because I was focused on seclusion and cultivation, my other knowledge also lagged behind, leaving me powerless in every aspect. I couldn't even heal his injuries afterward and had to ask someone for help."

The woman said with a hint of amusement, "So you've been cultivating just for him?"

Li Qingjun replied earnestly, "Yes."

The woman paused, her expression softening slightly. "Three years is already quite good. Hmm... With your assistance and Chenghuang by his side, who could possibly let him overexert himself like this?"

Li Qingjun was taken aback. "How did you know that it was Chenghuang, senior?"

The woman said sternly, "There are many wonderful methods in the world that you cannot possibly know them all."

Li Qingjun found this woman increasingly mysterious, and decided it was best not to discuss the matter further. She simply stated, "It was some people from the Witch God Sect who were behind it; it's a long story."

"Witch, God, Sect!" The woman's voice carried an indescribable chill.

Li Qingjun was puzzled, but then she saw the woman's expression turn serious. "Someone is coming."

After saying this, Li Qingjun sensed someone rapidly approaching, the bloody and mysterious aura of the Witch God Sect.

"The Witch God Sect is here!" Li Qingjun suddenly stood up, somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, Senior, I didn't know I would attract others... It seems I've caused you trouble, I..."

"Just stay put." The woman pressed Li Qingjun down and slowly walked to the door, quietly watching the approaching light on the horizon, her eyes as cold as frost.

Lin Rushan, led by Gu Xin, had reached a distance close enough for him to pinpoint the exact location of the Blood-Chilling Nether Marrow. The two flew directly towards the island and soon spotted a small island.

Huiyang swept his Divine Sense across the wooden house, finding it deserted and cold. He could sense the aura of Blood-Chilling Nether Marrow within, but only Li Qingjun's bone-forging level energy was present; there was no one else.

Lin Rushan let out a sinister laugh and charged straight ahead.

Gu Xin hesitated for a moment, then followed.

He was truly jealous of Qin Yi, so much so that he was almost driven mad with jealousy, which had long since clouded his judgment.

He felt that Lin Rushan might not kill Qin Yi even after obtaining the Blood-Chilling Nether Marrow, and might even need him to finish him off.

As soon as they flew into the mountain area, Lin Rushan suddenly disappeared, and Gu Xin's expression changed drastically.

What's going on?

From the outside, it looked perfectly normal, but why did flying into the mountain area feel like entering another world, with the entire scene changing?

The surrounding area was desolate, with a Gobi-like stone wall standing in front of him, appearing eerie and abrupt amidst the sound of the surrounding waves.

On the stone wall, in thick black ink and silver-lined strokes, a large character "kill" is written.

Just by looking up, the character for "kill" seemed to come alive, exuding a murderous aura. Then, every stroke transformed into a thousand cuts, pointing menacingly at him.

Gu Xin was horrified and retreated, wanting to leave, but he couldn't find a way out.

He was surrounded by the sea, but no matter how he flew, there was no reaction. No matter which way he flew, the mountains seemed to stretch endlessly in his direction.

A cold voice faintly echoed in the air, "Since you're here, you're not leaving."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The silver hook and iron stroke pierced through, and Gu Xin found that he could not avoid this mysterious trajectory at all. It was as if no matter how he dodged or blocked, the words would cut into his body, as if the words themselves represented the Words become law.

It means to kill.

This is an absolute difference in realms, a kind of power that juniors like Tengyun simply cannot comprehend.

Moreover, this is a new path, and many cultivators of the same level do not understand it.

Could this be... the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, the secret techniques of music, Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, painting, Book Sect?

Before he could figure it out, countless streaks of dark light were already slicing towards him, Gu Xin let out a desperate scream.

No matter how they dodged or blocked, the blades continued to slice precisely into every piece of flesh, over and over again, without ceasing. Their screams echoed across the sea and sky, a cry for death that could not be heard.