Only after they had truly left the territory controlled by West Qi
did Yu Yuan finally relax.
The group landed in a valley to rest for a while.
The first thing Yu Yuan did was loosen up his body.
He rolled his shoulders.
A series of dull cracks came from his bones.
The blood and vitality long suppressed by the Immortal-Binding Rope and the Jade Clarity Restriction surged through him again. His aura rose like a volcano slowly waking.
A Golden Immortal traveling with them clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan."
"How did you train your body to be like that?"
Yu Yuan grinned. "Train long enough, and it gets tough."
Listening beside them, Lin Yuan wanted to say something.
That was about as useful as saying, "Cultivate long enough, and you get strong."
He might as well have said nothing.
Still, Yu Yuan's body was absurdly powerful.
During the breakout,
when an ordinary Golden Immortal's artifact struck him head-on, he had dared to meet it with his fist.
He had a few wounds,
but they were all shallow.
And that was after he had been imprisoned, with his magic power suppressed.
At his peak, he could only be fiercer.
Yu Yuan turned to Lin Yuan.
His expression was far more solemn than it had been on the battlefield.
"Fellow Daoist Lin."
"The life you saved today—
"I'll remember it."
Lin Yuan smiled. "Quite a few people have owed me their lives lately."
Yu Yuan paused.
The Taiyi senior brother beside them burst out laughing.
"Fellow Daoist Yu Yuan, you're nowhere near the front of that line."
"What do you mean?"
"The four from Kowloon Island, the Ten Heavenly Lords, Martial Uncle Zhao Gongming, the Three Cloud Sisters, Senior Brother Wen Zhong, the four brothers of the