e very close to the realm of a Sword Saint. Especially that last move, even an ordinary Sword Saint might not be able to withstand it."Ling Feiyu turned around, finally facing Zhang Ruochin. She was l...Qifeng Island is the fifth largest island on this planet, inhabited by nearly ten million Yan Luo people.
The members of the Yanluo clan are born with immense power. Even ordinary humans among them can effortlessly lift an elephant with one hand. Naturally, there are many practitioners among them.
As Zhang Ruichen stepped onto the island, he found a humble tea shed at a ramshackle pier and sipped bitter, lukewarm tea from a coarse earthenware bowl.
It's just tea, very ordinary, very commonplace.
But when he tasted it, Zhang Ruochin's heart felt calm. He remembered the original intention he had when he first started his cultivation journey.
If there were no so many grudges, if I hadn't been constantly burdened, and if there were no special statuses like "Saintly Crown Prince" or "Ninth Prince," I should have been able to live a peaceful life.
Instead of, as we are now, coming to this planet for the purpose of plunder and killing, a group of low-ranking cultivators and mortals with whom we have no grievance.
Things that be done are not always what we truly desire to do.
I don't know when it started, but I've somehow become this way. It seems I've strayed from my original purpose. Where should I go next
Zhang Ruochen stared at the tea-colored water in the bowl.
The reflection of myself in the water, so strange, I feel like a stranger.
"Glug."
After drinking the bowl dry, Zhang Ruochen collected his emotions and his eyes became extremely sharp.
The road ahead still needs to be walked.
He had no way out. To retreat was to be utterly destroyed.
"Wow!"
One hundred spiritual power light spots flew out of Zhang Ruochin's body, instantly falling to various regions of Qifeng Island, transforming into one hundred spiritual power thought clones.
Very soon, in a small town, one of his mental threads sensed two Immortal Realm Saints who were stationed on this island, discussing something that caught his attention.
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He appears very elegant and cultured.
She has that kind of aura, quite like a biblical woman of intellect.
But on her, there was an added touch of heroism, along with a coldness.
Although this woman hadn't reached the Grand Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm, she had only broken through ninety-nine shackles, Zhang Ruochen still sensed a dangerous aura from her.
In today's world, on the battlefield of hunting Heaven, there are less than ten people who can make him feel dangerous.
"Who are you" Zhang Ruochin asked.
"The Yan Luo Clan, Yan Zhexian." she said.
Zhang Ruochin said, "I've seen your information. It is said that you are the most talented spiritual power genius of the Yanluo Clan this generation and have even received guidance from Taishang."
"Is that all you know about me" Yan Zhexian said.
Zhang Ruchen observed her carefully and said, "You are less than three hundred years old this year. You are proficient in talismans, right Your mental strength is probably just at the 65th level. I guess you got a chance here, and that's why your mental power broke through."
"It seems you still have some eyesight. Yan Wushen considers you his greatest enemy for a reason."
"It's a pity you shouldn't have ventured into the Yanluo Clan's ancestral star alone, nor should you have gone on such a killing spree. You must know that throughout history, those who acted as boldly and recklessly as you did all ended up dead without a burial place. You will be no exception."
Zhang Ruchen said, “Do you think you can send me to an untimely end”
Yán Zhēxiān raised the brush in her hand, pointed it at Zhang Ruochin, and said: "Just me."nt of Gods was nowhere near as formidable as the Star Immortal Heaven. It was cleaved open by a long gash, a thousand swords crisscrossing and slicing through it, with sword light falling straight tow...