Return to Cuiwei, a Letter from Azure Mystic

Zhou Ning must be sick to fight these two.

Judging from their contemptuous and arrogant tone, you can tell how terrifying their strength is.

Especially since Brother Zhuoran was taken away so hastily, I'm afraid Ma Huangshan is also in grave danger.

If Zhou Ning didn't have Divine Ability powers protecting him, he would most likely be no match for He Zhuoran in a one-on-one fight.

He only has one or two days left in this body; wouldn't it be better to take the opportunity to plunder spiritual materials?

Why fight to the death?

However, the two in the sky had no intention of letting Zhou Ning go.

Li Qinglang said loudly, "You! I kindly offered to help you reunite with your friends, yet you dared to disobey! You deserve to die!"

Ziwan said, "We need to be careful with his Divine Ability."

"No problem, watch me remove his turtle shell."

Having said that, he pointed to a seven-colored pincer-shaped treasure, which flashed and floated above Zhou Ning.

This is the Spirit Treasure Embryo.

Zhou Ning threw out two talismans, Yi Wood energy in the air condensed into several black vines, which coiled around the two like pythons.

This is First-Tier Superior-Grade "Wood Vine Strangulation Talisman" from Cuiwei Lake.

Li Qinglang glanced at it, as if she had been insulted.

He casually flicked his wrist, unleashing a gust of wind that instantly shattered all the vines. "Broken Law Technique."

Zhou Ning was still trying to escape when, in the next moment, a flash of light appeared above his head, and he was clamped down.

It was even more obscure than when they were enveloped by Li Chonglou's Spirit Treasure Embryo at Dead Wood Ridge, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.

He composed himself, analyzed the situation calmly, and realized that he wouldn't die in this realm anyway!

Li Qinglang took out a small silver hammer and struck it from a distance.

Zhou Ning felt a loud rumble on his head, and suddenly he felt free. He inexplicably broke free and ran far away in an instant.

However, the next moment, he suddenly realized that the tortoise shell phantoms around him had disappeared.

He was horrified. "Where are my Divine Ability?"

Looking back, the phantom of the tortoise shell slowly shattered where he had been standing.

"What kind of method is this?" He really couldn't understand it.

Ziwan, sword in hand, strode through the void and thrust forward.

"One or two of them, they all want to kill me, don't they?" Zhou Ning's heart hardened; even if he died, he would take one of them with him!

He unleashed a Spark Talisman, mixed with Fire Furuncle Fruit, and hurled it at the woman in purple gauze.

Suddenly, a purple mirror appeared in front of them and swallowed all the attacks in one gulp.

Before Zhou Ning could react, his Divine Sense detected a purple mirror appearing behind him, and the fireball and the Fire Furuncle Fruit fell towards him all at once.

"Not good!"

Zhou Ning patted the Light Body Talisman, and his body suddenly rose up.

Unexpectedly, another mirror appeared above their heads, and the woman in purple gauze pointed it down with her sword.

The sword tip pierced straight into the center of Zhou Ning's skull, penetrating the bone and pinning him to the spot.

Zhou Ning sighed inwardly, knowing that this trip to Land of Wei had come to an end.

He couldn't possibly take out the Fallen Red Sword and fight the Straw Puppet; if he died and couldn't get the treasure back, he would suffer a huge loss.

Besides, even if they were to bring it out, they still wouldn't be able to defeat it.

He was only at the Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement, while the other two were at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, so the Cultivation Method they practiced must be of a high grade.

Zhou Ning acted decisively, crushing three Fire Furuncle Fruit in one go, and his entire body exploded into a ball of fire.

Ziwan hadn't expected this person to be so decisive. She was hit head-on by the flames, and her figure slowly disappeared into the purple mirror.

When it reappeared, a few strands of hair were slightly disheveled and had a bit of a burnt look on them.

Ziwan never expected that someone at the Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement could still harm a single hair on her head.

However, it's only because of the Fire Furuncle Fruit.

Li Qinglang, standing nearby, exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of the Little True Person, his Secret Method of the ' Final Radiance ' technique is truly profound."

Ziwan gazed at the charred mass on the ground, her clear voice ringing out. "This person is ruthless, but his background is extraordinary. I can't discern which school of Cultivation Method he uses. I hope it's not what I suspect."

Lin Qinglang remained unconvinced, her tone devoid of joy or sorrow. "So what if they have a great background? Who can be more powerful than the Bright Radiance Immortal Sect? If they offend my Firmament Treasure Sect, won't they still fall apart?"

"Moreover, this person at most comes from the Purple Mansion Aristocratic Clan, and once the elders in his family understand, they dare not utter a single word."

Beyond the Withered Wood Grotto-Heaven, countless miles away.

On the edge of towering mountains, close to the edge of the Lu North River, stands a reddish-brown main peak. Herb fields and buildings are layered on top of each other, arranged like a neat chessboard, all the way to the mountainside.

At the summit, there is a main hall shaped like Pill Cauldron.

Deep inside the hall, an elderly man in a Daoist robe with red patterns sat on a grand chair, his eyes closed in meditation.

Wherever his Divine Sense shone, the entire mountain and plains were absorbed into his mind.

A wisp of elixir energy emanated from a small courtyard halfway up the mountain. He opened his eyes and encouraged, "Not bad. At such a young age, you've already refined Greater Ginseng-Nurturing Pill. Not bad. I'll grant you Foundation Establishment resources."

The children in the courtyard immediately kowtowed, saying, "Thank you so much, Ancestor!"

Another small courtyard, its Spiritual Qi chaotic, where a furnace had just exploded.

The old man cursed, "Ninety-eight years old, and you can't even refine Filth-Avoiding Pill? You useless piece of trash! At your age, I'd be close to reaching the Purple Mansion!"

The middle-aged woman was so scolded that she dared not raise her head and repeatedly apologized, which made her feel even more pressured.

After scolding for a while, Old Ancestor He finally said, "I'm scolding you for your own good. Which other Purple Mansion is as Gu Household as I am?"

Only then did he notice the incense burner ten feet away, from which wisps of black smoke were rising.

Old Ancestor He muttered to himself, "It's been worth it for the He Household to refine elixirs for hundreds of years. We never produce elixirs that are harmful or evil, and our products are of high quality and inexpensive. That's why we've accumulated so many worshippers."

The black smoke rose up, but neither drifted away nor dispersed; it remained shrouded in a cloud.

Old Master He exclaimed, "My grandson has awakened!"

As soon as he spoke, the black smoke suddenly billowed up, revealing two drooping eyeballs that swayed back and forth.

He Zhuoran was shocked. "Ancestor, I'm not dead!"

He had clearly been beaten unconscious by Li Qinglang of the Firmament Treasure Sect!

"Hmph, I finally obtained a Profound-Piercing Wind, how could I let you die?"

"Did you get that item?" Old Master He asked.

He Zhuoran exclaimed happily, "Of course I've got it!"

The green fan he snatched from the ball of light was actually the [Withered Wood True Lord Wind-Contemplating Prelude], otherwise he would have lost his mind and abandoned the Soul-Nurturing Wood Jade Pendant!

"Ancestor, behold my Law Power!" With that, the black smoke transformed into a large bow, which was suddenly drawn, and a tangible arrow appeared.

Old Master He said, "Aim at me."

He Zhuoran was taken aback. "Isn't that a bit inappropriate, Ancestor?"

Old Master He shouted, "Draw your bow at me!"

An invisible Divine Ability emanated from him, stirring up the evil thoughts in He Zhuoran's heart.

He suddenly lost his mind, and the resentment buried deep in his heart was stirred up. From childhood to adulthood, he was always compared to other people's children by his ancestor. Everyone in the clan was the same!

He hated it so much!

"Ancestor, prepare to die!" He Zhuoran roared and drew his bow!

The black arrows shot out and arrived in an instant.

The arrow pierced through Old Master He, stuck between his eyebrows, and embedded itself in the back of the chair.

With an arrow stuck in his head, Old Ancestor He smacked his lips and savored the thought, "As expected of the Withered Wood True Lord, who has attained the Xun Wood, he actually has some understanding of 'Wind'."

He reached out, caught the arrow, and tossed it to his unfilial grandson, saying:

"Your cultivation level is too low; you'll need to work hard to improve it in the future. This [Wind-Contemplating Prelude] will be enough for you until you reach the Foundation Establishment Perfection."

He Zhuoran regained his composure, first feeling a pang of regret. His ancestor had clearly devoted himself to the Lineage, yet he had harbored resentment towards him.

How unfilial!

Feeling guilty, he quickly said, "Ancestor, my Storage Bag was taken by Ma Huangshan of the Panshan Sect. Please help me get it back quickly, I'm afraid he has some kind of the Purple Mansion technique behind him and might break my Storage Bag!"

Old Ancestor He scoffed, frowning as he retorted, "A mere Storage Bag? Look at your pathetic ambition! My He Household is Aristocratic Clan of alchemists; do you think we need your measly resources?"

"But Ancestor, I put five bottles of Earth Spirit Milk in there."

Old Ancestor He's eyes widened. "Five bottles of Earth Spirit Milk? Why didn't you say so earlier! That's enough for me to refine five good pills!"

He quickly disappeared into the Great Void and headed towards the Panshan Sect.

Cuiwei Lake, Bamboo Creek Island.

Zhou Ning opened his eyes from his daze and muttered to himself, "I once swore brotherhood with a great cultivator of the Purple Mansion, I have also slain evil monks, and I have even seized treasures from among many prodigies..."

"I am Zhou Ning, a Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement cultivator from the Land of Wei..."

"But I still died, at the hands of the disciples of the Firmament Treasure Sect."

Zhou Ning thought of the man in white and the woman in purple gauze, and he felt powerless; they were too strong.

Even his Purple Mansion Divine Ability, which he relied on, was easily destroyed.

Based on the characteristics of the Withered Wood Grotto-Heaven, those two were merely Qi Refining cultivators.

Zhou Ning seriously doubted whether the Foundation Establishment cultivators of Cuiwei Lake could defeat those two.

"When I reach the Qi Refining Ninth Layer... no, wait..."

Zhou Ning took a deep breath and renewed his vow.

"I'll remember this grudge for now, and one day when I've established my Immortal Foundation, I'll repay it all!"

He was about to take stock of his gains from the trip when he subconsciously released his Divine Sense. Neither of his neighbors Scholar Xu and Old Jia, were there. Instead, he found two letters hidden in the crack under the door.

Zhou Ning waved his hand, and a letter flew over, bearing the insignia of the Azure Mystic Sect.

The other letter was from the Su Household and was signed Su Yunjin.

The sealant on both letters remained intact, and the inside had been treated to prevent Divine Sense from spying on them.

He opened the letter from the Azure Mystic Sect:

"Brother Zhou, it's like seeing your face in person. Thank you so much for the pills you sent. I'm extremely grateful. I've already sent my greetings to the Su Household, congratulating them on training you to become Alchemist..."