To Shi Zhao, the Kunpeng Nest was nothing short of a supreme patch of divine soil.
Within it lay several forbidden grounds, lush and green with spirit medicines. A single glance was enough to leave anyone dizzy and dazzled;
Outside were cultivation treasures such as the Yang Extreme Cave, Mystic Ice Abyss, and Meteor Valley, where tempering oneself brought immense benefits.
The three cultivated separately. After Biling woke up, she eagerly joined them, convinced that she could complete her transformation into a pureblood here.
Over those two years, so much happened. Winds rose and clouds surged across this stretch of sea.
During that time, Shi Hao uncovered secrets of the Kunpeng Nest and comprehended some of its hidden inscriptions. He also encountered the people from the Primordial Divine Mountain, fought the Azure Luan, and killed him with overwhelming force.
He even dragged his dear older sister out to ambush and rob numerous experts, dressing it up with a lofty excuse: the path of cultivation lay in knowing when to draw the bowstring taut and when to let it slacken. Work and rest had to be balanced.
One could say that practically everyone who bore them any hostility received a visit. They spared almost no one.
Many suffered losses, but swallowed their anger and told no outsiders. It would have been far too humiliating. All they could do was inwardly cough up blood, wishing they could catch those two bandits, string them up, beat them savagely, and then kill them for good.
"Ah, little brother, this is all your fault. You've led me astray," Shi Zhao sighed.
"Sorry, big sister." Shi Hao was a good, obedient child and immediately admitted his wrongdoing. "I just spotted an old flood dragon. He might be that Flood Dragon Venerable."
"Then what are we waiting