Worn Through Iron Shoes, Found Without Effort

Lu Ye and Ying Wuji sped through the air.

Traveling so ostentatiously, they should by all rights have met with constant trouble. Yet in reality, their journey had been calm and uneventful; they had not even seen half a Corpse Race member.

The Corpse Race were not fools. They knew that cultivators daring to act so brazenly must have something to rely on. Without absolute confidence, who would dare stick their heads out and pick a fight?

Half a day earlier, the two had bid farewell to Zui Shan and the others, departing beneath the regretful, reluctant gazes of everyone at the Stronghold.

It was not as though they had gained nothing.

Before they left, Zui Shan had dismissed the others and spoken privately with Lu Ye and Ying Wuji, pointing out a path ahead for them.

It turned out that when Zui Shan had been young, his talent had been exceptional, and with his red lips, white teeth, and handsome appearance, he had caught the eye of a Reception Envoy from a Secret Realm, who wished to bring him into the Secret Realm.

Yet just as he was about to enter it, Zui Shan had voluntarily given up the chance.

He had been unwilling to abandon the companions he had grown up alongside in the Stronghold. Nor had he wanted to enter the Secret Realm alone to hide from disaster and tribulation, enjoying glory and wealth.

Under the incomprehending gazes of the others selected alongside him, Zui Shan bade farewell to the Reception Envoy and resolutely set foot upon the journey home!

By this day, he had become the leader of the Stronghold, guiding its people through their struggle for survival, carrying heavy burdens as he pressed ahead without forgetting his original purpose.

Thus, while he had no means