Immortal Flesh

Inside the Scripture Repository, Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes. A sharp glint burst from them, surging through the void and causing ripples to spread across space.

"Phew!"

Yang Chen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the white stream drifting gently.

"An Immortal Realm cultivation technique really is difficult to cultivate. It actually took me three days."

Yang Chen gently shook his head.

If those words got out, who knew how many people would want to hack Yang Chen to death. Perhaps even the dead North Palace Great Emperor would claw his way out of the underworld just to kill Yang Chen.

Since when had three days counted as difficult?

Back then, North Palace Great Emperor had spent several whole years cultivating an Immortal Realm technique before he had barely gotten started. Yet Yang Chen had completed it in just three days. What kind of concept was that?

Wasn't this just a damn humblebrag?

Yang Chen spoke to the system in his mind.

"System, can I sign in?"

Lately, he had been busy standing up for his disciple and had completely forgotten to sign in.

Previously, he had been able to sign in every day because he was signing in at Cold Moon Palace. But now that the first stage of the resurrection mission had been completed, Yang Chen did not know whether he could still sign in daily.

However, the system did not disappoint Yang Chen.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully signing in. Reward: ten years of cultivation!"

Another surge of terrifying energy poured into Yang Chen's body. Yang Chen hurriedly circulated his cultivation technique, barely managing to suppress the vast energy within him. Yet the energy that leaked out still alerted the two Nine-Turn powerhouses guarding outside the Scripture Repository.

"What's going on? What a