Mystic Sky Dao Venerable!

When Hong Yi saw Murong Yan struggling to rise and rapidly counting off figures, he found it both laughable and absurd. Hearing Murong Yan's words, Hong Yi's mind became much clearer. It was like the Primordial Yang Dao Venerable cultivated by Fangxian Dao practitioners: their souls nurtured the Primordial Yang Dao Venerable, possessing the essence of splitting open heaven and earth and evolving thunder and all things, a soul with immense power. Hong Yi, meanwhile, cultivated the Amitabha Sutra; his soul carried Amitabha Buddha's true suchness of an innate nature unstained through countless lifetimes, with immeasurable lifespan, and thus recovered with extreme speed. "Well?" Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi, a trace of a smile hanging at the corner of her eyes. The price she had offered was simply too generous; no one could avoid considering it. Upon hearing him, Murong Yan's expression tightened, then eased again. She nodded. "So that's why you could use a needle to contend with my sword. I never imagined it was immortal steel like Blood Patterned Steel... Only Fangxian Dao can forge such a thing, and forging it consumes an immense amount of vital blood... I wonder, is your needle for sale? If it is, I'm willing to offer ten thousand taels of gold, thirty fine warhorses, a hundred strong slaves, two hundred Tamu bows, two hundred eagle-feather arrows... No, I'll add a hundred fine-steel horse-chopping sabers and ten sets of Bright Light armor!" There were countless minor arts, more than one could ever finish learning. Naturally, Hong Yi would not abandon the root to chase the branches. *So Mother truly was from Taishang Dao. Zhao Han wasn't lying. I never imagined Mother had been Taishang Dao's Holy Maiden—and Su Mu, too, was just as I guessed. She is this generation's Holy Maiden of