When I released my immortal power, everyone detected at least four cultivators at the Seven-Star Realm surrounding us. Fortunately, there was a silver lining: Zuo Qingxuan hadn't come. I didn't know whether she had gone after Ao Fengchi!
"Come out, you three youngsters. Let everyone see whose children you are." A calm voice came from the outskirts. I enveloped myself in immortal power and activated Carefree Movement, soaring into the sky. My body grew light as a swallow, and I landed on the roof!
The entire Yinfeng Town remained pitch-black, trapped in a state resembling the netherworld at night. I swept my gaze over the four Seven-Star Realm cultivators around us, and my expression changed. One was a corpse immortal dressed in a red python robe, with delicate features and eyes as deep as abysses. He was the strongest among the group—and the one who had spoken just now.
"There's an aura about you that cannot merge into this world... You're the Child of Fortune, aren't you?" the corpse immortal said indifferently, then looked toward the other three.
"That little mouse hid here. It took me quite a while to find him. That's Xia Yitian, the Child of Fortune. As for the other two, one is the Mountain-Guarding Immortal of Kunlun Mountain, He Naitian, and the other is the Mountain-Guarding Immortal of Immortal Mountain, Ao Fengxia. Hmph." The speaker's expression was rather unpleasant, showing that he had been seriously injured earlier. Naturally, it was Ma Xingwang. He belonged to Thunder Sea and was a sword cultivator at the Seven-Star Realm.
The other two were actually ghost cultivators. One was an old man draped in a red robe. He kept coughing, his head lowered, without saying a word. What on earth was that?
The other was a young man holding a