The pale-faced young master was fending off the leader of the opposing major faction when he caught sight of Yun Che charging in and killing several people in succession. His brows knitted sharply. With a flick of his sword tip, he forced his opponent back for a moment and barked coldly, "Where did this nobody come from? Can't you see I've already claimed this place? Get out!"
Yun Che ignored him. His saber flashed, cutting down another two lackeys charging toward him, and he looked up, fixing his gaze on the Immortal Source at the center of the spring.
"The virtuous deserve the Immortal Source. If you can claim it, why can't I?"
"Now!"
Seeing this, the opposing leader, who had been suppressed by the pale-faced young master for so long, immediately seized the opening and thrust his sword straight forward, its radiance bearing down on the young master's back.
"You... when did you get here!" Shocked and furious, the pale-faced young master braced himself with his sword and retreated repeatedly.
Yun Che moved, taking advantage of the chaos to rush to the spring. He reached out and grasped the Thousand-Year Immortal Source, which was still emitting spiritual energy. The instant it entered his hand, a surge of pure spiritual energy erupted, rushing up his arm and through his entire body until all his meridians swelled under the pressure.
Ding! Congratulations, host, on your breakthrough. Current cultivation: Immortal Realm, Third Turn, sixth level... seventh level...
"Haha, that felt great! Two minor breakthroughs in a row. This is even nicer than stealing Immortal Power!"
The pale-faced young master was both shocked and furious. Just what was this blind man with black cloth over his eyes? His speed at absorbing the Immortal Source was outrageously fast.
More importantly, this damned