Atop a silver mountain, a man in flowing white robes gazed expressionlessly beyond the island.
He was none other than Lu Shang, whose secluded cultivation had been interrupted.
Nearly sixty years ago, Lu Shang had entered seclusion here. To continue cultivating after his breakthrough, he had used the Silver Soul Cold Ice that had only become available afterward.
Unexpectedly, the formation he had laid in advance had drawn away the demon beasts, but failed to curb these cultivators' curiosity.
"They mistook the glacier where I was cultivating for the Ancient Cultivator Ruins. These cultivators really are insatiably greedy!"
"I was already planning to spare those two ants, yet they actually intended to bring out an ancient treasure!"
In fact, Lu Shang had awakened when the two Core Formation cultivators began attacking the glacier. He had intended to spare them, but judging by the situation, neither would give up.
Lu Shang promptly struck, killing both Core Formation cultivators.
"Since I've already killed them, I might as well test the cultivation technique I practiced in seclusion!"
A cold gleam flashed in Lu Shang's eyes.
The corpse nearest Lu Shang had only a single hole in it. A crimson aura instantly enveloped it.
In the blink of an eye, the corpse became a puppet.
"Not bad. Although it dropped to early Core Formation, it's still passable. Unfortunately, it's of no use to me!"
With another casual wave of Lu Shang's hand, the puppet crumbled into fine dust.
"I've spent the fifty years since my Nascent Soul breakthrough practicing cultivation techniques. My cultivation has advanced a little slowly, but that doesn't matter."
At that moment, ten finger-sized objects appeared behind Lu Shang.
The ten objects resembled throwing knives, their bodies silvery white and gleaming with cold light, their grips crimson.
Each had a sharp