Return to the Undercurrents of Calamity, Underestimated

Bingjin Mountain Market.

"Fellow Daoist White Bone, are you preparing to return?"

Several months ago, after setting up a hidden Teleportation Array in the Poison Swamp region, Lin Chang'an had returned, preparing to extricate himself and leave.

At this moment, within the Ice God Palace's encampment, Shi Yunzhou wore a false smile as he brought up his previous invitation once more.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chang'an immediately felt a chill rise in his heart. He had rejected this man before, yet the man had brought his own Dao companion's corpse to be refined into a Refined Corpse.

Now that he had mentioned the matter again, he clearly harbored malicious intentions toward him. A flash of killing intent naturally passed through Lin Chang'an's heart, but he merely smiled calmly, quietly releasing a faint aura of Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation.

"Nascent Soul Late Stage!"

Shi Yunzhou's pupils abruptly contracted. The false smile on his face became even broader in the next instant.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on breaking through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage."

Naturally, Lin Chang'an had no need to explain that he was merely recovering his cultivation. He simply nodded indifferently.

"Thank you for Fellow Daoist Shi's kind intentions, but I have already completed the matter that brought me here. I must now return to Cold Wind City. After all, several batches of medicinal pills still await refinement."

With those words, although he was merely a guest elder of the Ice God Palace, a Fourth-Rank Mid-Grade Alchemist's pill-refining tasks had a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch standing above them.

You might be a direct disciple of the Ice God Palace, but surely you would not offend a Spirit Transformation elder for no reason at all.

Sure enough, whether because of those words or because Lin Chang'an's cultivation had broken through