He had "only exchanged for four Martial Dao Scourges," yet his ordinary cultivation time had been reduced by a full sixty thousand years—truly extravagant to the extreme.
Lu Lin sighed inwardly.
Now this "Martial Dao Scourge" had truly become a luxurious consumable to be kept at the bottom of the chest.
From now on, unless it was necessary, he would save wherever he could.
At Lu Lin's current speed, the Thousand Mile Demon Mountain where the Blood Baleful Demon Sect was located soon came into distant view.
His figure flashed, like a silent streak of lightning, passing straight through the Sect Protection Array and landing soundlessly atop Jiuqing Peak.
To him, the sect's defensive formation had long since become as good as nonexistent.
"Hmm? Siqing—she broke through?"
The moment he returned to Jiuqing Peak, Lu Lin keenly sensed a powerful aura, like a sleeping hidden dragon, lying dormant deep within the mountain peak.
That aura was extremely restrained and concealed; if not for his astonishing sixth sense in martial dao, it would have been almost impossible to detect.
The next instant, the owner of that aura seemed to sense his return as well and was racing toward him at an astonishing speed.
Luo Siqing's graceful figure appeared before his eyes, dressed in a black skirt, like a butterfly drifting lightly through the night, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.
"Lu Lin!" Seeing Lu Lin safe and sound, irrepressible joy flashed through Luo Siqing's eyes, and she landed lightly before him.
Lu Lin very naturally reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "What? Worried about me?"
"Yes. I was worried that in the future—there'd be no one to cultivate with me." Luo Siqing's pretty face flushed faintly, yet she boldly looked straight