Yet now, day and night, they faced attacks of every kind from the enemy and could only hold on by the skin of their teeth.
As time dragged on, even a Yang Spirit True Person began to struggle under the strain.
Xin Chengying could see it too. Worried, he said, "Martial Uncle, rest for a while. I'll hold them off. You can't keep going like this."
Lu Yuanzhen said flatly, "You little bastard. You still haven't formed a Heavenly Secrets Seed after all this time, and you think you can hold them off for me?"
Xin Chengying gave a bitter smile. "Forming a Heavenly Secrets Seed is incredibly difficult. Even among the Nine Great Immortal Sects, no more than two in ten disciples manage it. I'm not my junior martial brother. Martial Uncle, if you ask me, I might as well become a Yin Spirit now!"
"No ambition!" Though Lu Yuanzhen said it, he did not argue much. Instead, he let out a long sigh. "How hard the path of a Rogue Cultivator is!"
Back then, he had been so full of spirit. So many Immortal Sects had reached out to recruit him; even the Azure Sea True Void Palace had tried.
But how proud and ambitious Lu Yuanzhen had been in those days! He had set his heart on building a foundation and bringing the Primordial Yang Church to greatness...
And what had come of it? Half a lifetime wasted.
At last, he had seized the upheaval in the Southern Borderlands to lay his plans early and gain a blessed land as his foundation.
Yet now, under his enemies' attacks day after day, he was run ragged...
"I wonder how Tang Changsheng is doing now. Last time, I heard that Gu girl say he seemed to have formed a