Fifth-Rank Body Cultivator: Turning the Tables on the Yin Spirits

Time slipped by. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Over those ten years, Vajra Temple and Ice God Palace joined forces along the border, hunting down many cultivators who had tried to profit from the chaos, including some secretly working for other factions.

The other factions saw their stance clearly: neither power intended to let anyone reap the benefits. They could only swallow their losses in silence.

Those who had not even begun stirring up trouble felt especially aggrieved. They nearly hated to death whoever had started it and drawn the wrath of the two powers.

In truth, most factions had planted people there simply to get news first and trade while war raged.

But one tug had shaken the whole web. The death of the monk surnamed Ning, a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch, had ignited both powers. Worse still, Vajra Temple and Ice God Palace were the ones publicly crying foul.

One had lost a direct disciple of a Spirit Transformation cultivator; the other had inexplicably taken the blame.

After a few years of uneasy stability, friction began to flare along Blazing Snow City's border as well.

Cold Wind City, once on the front line, had become the second line of defense. These years had brought rare respite, and the factions within ten thousand li had developed rapidly.

Cold Wind City.

"Stupid Ox, your cultivation's coming along nicely."

Before a waterfall, Jin Feng spoke with her head held high. The burly Lord Green Ox grinned sheepishly.

"It's all thanks to the Bone-Congealing Jade Marrow Fruit you and Master brought back, Big Sister Boss. Master refined it into medicinal pills, and their effect on my blood and flesh is incredible."

Green Ox beamed. He had worried before, feeling enormous pressure about breaking through to Spirit Transformation. Now