Tonight brought a rare full moon, its radiance as pure and clear as water.
It shone upon the ground, draping the earth in a veil of silver.
Ever since they took over the market ward, martial law had remained in effect, and cultivators were forbidden from moving about at night.
As a result, few sunlight stones had been placed around the market ward, leaving some corners dim.
Apart from the cultivators patrolling in teams, no one moved between the buildings. Everything was empty and silent.
Lamps still burned in the distant inns. Even in the depths of the night, some cultivators were still attending to their own affairs.
The glazed goldstone vein is extremely valuable. If I lose it, the Sects will certainly take notice.
It will become a stain on my record.
I cannot give it up.
Liu Yu suddenly sighed softly, feeling somewhat trapped by circumstances beyond his control.
All he wanted was to gather spirit herbs quietly, yet the ambitions of the Hehuan Sect cultivators had forced him to respond.
As expected, in this world, as long as I want to keep advancing, I will inevitably encounter all kinds of resistance.
All kinds of unforeseen resistance.
The road to immortality cannot be smooth sailing. This incident is both a coincidence and an inevitability.
Only my own cultivation realm and strength are truly worth relying on.
After considering the causes and consequences for a while, Liu Yu gained a little more clarity, and his expression returned to its usual indifference.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed at the brilliant moon and the magnificent mountains in the distance. The lake of his heart grew still again, like an ancient well without a ripple.
Just as he was about to return to his cave abode, something stirred