Got Beaten for Nothing

After leaving the teahouse, Shen Qiu's figure moved like lightning, wind rising beneath his feet. In the blink of an eye, he had already stepped into the territory of Danxia Island.

At that moment, all he wanted was to correct Shen Yun. How could he still care about the Transmission Talisman that kept shaking nonstop? His steps were so fast they almost dragged out afterimages.

Far behind him, Coffin-Knocking Old Man's legs trembled, and he panted for breath. He had already brought out his true house-guarding skill, yet the distance between them had not closed in the slightest.

He wiped the hot sweat from his brow and, like a cracked pot smashed past caring, said, "Too fast. I admit defeat."

"The sect master's movement technique seems to have broken through again."

Sikong the Divine Thief shook his head and let out a long sigh. "Even if I went all out, I wouldn't be much faster than him... I already can't keep up."

As a divine thief whose name shook the world, speed was his house-guarding skill. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Yet even so, he still could not catch up to Shen Qiu.

"That little bastard only knows how to stir up trouble!"

Azure Venerable lightly bit her silver teeth. That face of hers, graceful in a thousand ways, became even more bright and moving because of her faint anger.

Only at this moment, no one had the mind to appreciate it—all eyes turned in unison toward where sea and sky met.

There, the outline of a continent gradually became clear. Auspicious clouds coiled around it, and blessed qi steamed upward, like an Immortal Realm fallen into the mortal dust.

It was precisely Medicine Immortal Valley's Daoist Temple, Danxia Island.

"It's over. Now it's all