"Old bastard, you can't hold back any longer and want to make a move?"
Song Wen sneered and continued.
"Then again, that makes sense. This is how your Divine Blood Sect has always operated. Anything you set your eyes on, you must seize. Cultivation is like that; lifespan is no different."
"Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, you'd best be careful. This old bastard crossed billions upon billions of miles from Cangwu Province to get here, so he must be plotting something. Perhaps he came precisely for you, this 'humanoid great medicine.'"
"Rong Luan, Huang Yangshu, don't think you can rest easy either. Cultivation and spiritual power can also be plundered. You cultivate the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art, which is proclaimed to be the Divine Blood Sect's foremost cultivation art, but that is not actually the case. Cultivators of this art are likewise 'humanoid great medicine.' Perhaps the old bastard Yu Bi is even now calculating how to seize your cultivation?"
After hearing this, Yu Bi and the others reacted differently.
Rong Luan was the first. She suddenly recalled that, more than a month ago, when Yu Bi had first arrived in Yijing City, he had said that his cultivation had already reached perfection at the middle stage of the Mahayana Realm. He was merely waiting for an opportunity to break through the bottleneck and advance to the late stage.
If what "Gu Huang" said was true, did that mean Yu Bi's supposed opportunity for a breakthrough was perhaps her, a middle-stage Mahayana Realm cultivator?
Huang Yangshu, meanwhile, stared in utter astonishment.
When he had first heard that Rong Shao was humanoid great medicine capable of extending one's lifespan, he had felt somewhat pleased at Rong Shao's misfortune. But now, he had learned that he himself was also a serving of