I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 294

## Chapter 291: First Arrival in Feng Yuan

The Gobi Desert, howling sandstorms.

In a charred sand pit.

The Five-Colored Peacock fell into a coma, its breath growing weaker.

As the five-colored flames on its body nearly extinguished, a colorful遁光 (遁光: Dun Guang,遁 light, refers to a technique for fast movement in the cultivation world, similar to teleportation) rushed in.

“Que’er!”

The Peacock Saintess’s moon-like eyes welled up with tears, her voice filled with grief.

Her colorful dress was torn to shreds, and feather patterns were etched on her alabaster skin.

A pair of three-colored wings, two feet long, extended from her back, between her ribs.

The power fluctuations, a mix of peacock’s unique power and her own, rippled around her. Her terrifying spiritual pressure was nearly at the Nascent Soul (元婴: Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul) stage.

All life forms within hundreds of miles fell silent.

“Lu Wu Gui (陆乌龟: Lu Wu Gui, literally “Land Turtle”, a nickname for Lu Chang An) –”

The Peacock Saintess gritted her silver teeth, her cherry lips bleeding.

Crack!

Her internal power went wild, her colorful dress exploded, and the yellow sand engulfed her pristine white body.

Looking at the dying Five-Colored Peacock, the Peacock Saintess could only suppress her hatred and sit cross-legged.

She stretched out her slender hand, placing it on the peacock’s abdomen, and took out vials and jars, rushing to save and heal her spirit pet.

The Five-Colored Peacock, with its heavenly bloodline, had been cultivated for over two hundred years and was crucial to her own cultivation.

Faced with the choice, the Peacock Saintess could only abandon the pursuit of Lu Chang An.

“Treasured符宝 (符宝: Fu Bao, talisman treasure, an item infused with magical power) formations… beast taming cultivation methods… third-order傀儡 (傀儡: Kui Lei, puppet, a magical construct)…”

“钉头箭 (钉头箭: Ding Tou Jian, nail-headed arrow, a magical weapon) treasure, exceeding the soul attacks of a late-stage Jie Dan (结丹: Jie Dan, forming the Golden Core, a stage in cultivation) cultivator…”

At this moment, she was able to connect with the Five-Colored Peacock through their shared consciousness, gaining more information about their fight.

“That Lu Chang An, unless he is reborn and has broken through the mystery of his previous life, or he was possessed by a high-level cultivator.”

The Peacock Saintess was wary of Lu Chang An’s many methods and unknown origins.

It was impossible for a normal cultivator to possess so many techniques, skills, and such a powerful soul at the same time.

Only reincarnation or possession would make it possible.

Such cases were not uncommon in the history of the 圣门 (圣门: Sheng Men, Saint Gate, a powerful sect in the cultivation world).

Otherwise, even the most talented disciples of the Saint Gate would not be able to suffer such a loss at the early stages of Jie Dan.

This was one of the reasons why the Peacock Saintess gave up the pursuit.

Even if Lu Chang An wouldn’t engage in a direct confrontation and had cunning plans, she had no choice.

“This ambush failed, letting that rascal escape. I might not have another chance for years…”

The Peacock Saintess felt a sense of helplessness despite her resentment.

During wartime, she had to carry out her missions. She had barely managed to squeeze out time to sneak into the rear of the battlefield, where the defense was relatively weak in Liang Guo (梁国: Liang Guo, Liang State, a country in the cultivation world).

When she went to Zhou’s family, a renowned beast taming family, she only conducted a secret investigation to avoid alarming anyone due to the existence of their third-order formation and third-order spirit beast.

The target had fled to Feng Yuan Guo (风元国: Feng Yuan Guo, Feng Yuan State, a country in the cultivation world) within the boundless desert.

Finding such a cunning and cautious old monster would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Even after she achieved Nascent Soul, it wouldn’t be guaranteed.

The Tian Shi (天师: Tian Shi, Celestial Master, a title of a high-ranking cultivator, often associated with powerful techniques) of Feng Yuan Guo wasn’t someone to be trifled with. On their territory, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul would struggle.

Though the Peacock Saintess was a Nascent Soul seed and a gifted disciple of her sect, her individual actions couldn’t influence the decision of the vast Beast King Valley.

Unless the Beast King Valley conquered the entire Wei Dao Meng (卫道盟: Wei Dao Meng, Alliance for the Protection of the Dao, a major faction in the cultivation world) area in the future, their influence would extend to Feng Yuan Guo.

The Peacock Saintess believed that day would come soon enough.

…

The boundless desert of flying sand.

Lu Chang An rode his遁光 (遁光: Dun Guang,遁 light, refers to a technique for fast movement in the cultivation world, similar to teleportation) for two full days.

The sand and dust were becoming increasingly violent, affecting the flight speed of even a Jie Dan cultivator.

Whoosh!

Lu Chang An landed on a sand dune, sat cross-legged to regulate his breath, and let out a long sigh.

“Severing the Five-Colored Peacock’s wings, causing it serious injury and poisoning. The Peacock Saintess’s combat strength, tracking ability, will all be significantly weakened.”

The Five-Colored Peacock’s agility and five-colored light were troublesome.

Without this heavenly spirit pet, even if the Peacock Saintess came after him, the pressure on Lu Chang An would be much lower.

This was also why Lu Chang An had targeted the Five-Colored Peacock.

The Peacock Saintess was a bigger threat, potentially possessing Nascent Soul-level trump cards.

In his previous calculations, even with his fourth reincarnation as a Nascent Soul, he would still face a considerable risk in a life-or-death fight.

Moreover, killing the Saintess would inevitably attract the scrutiny of the upper echelon of the Beast King Valley.

Killing a talented disciple of a sect was completely different from killing an ordinary Jie Dan cultivator.

Taking such a risk with limited gain was not worth it.

Since this woman was incredibly powerful and extremely dangerous, he couldn’t afford to provoke her. Therefore, he would temporarily detain her.

Severing her left and right arms would make her feel real pain.

Lu Chang An took a few pills to replenish his power and blood.

“I didn’t expose the Immortal Golden Core, the玄天葫藤 (玄天葫藤: Xuan Tian Hu Teng, Mysterious Heaven Gourd Vine, a legendary spiritual treasure), or the secret of longevity, so there shouldn’t be any major problems.”

He made a quick calculation and obtained a rough divination.

As for the other techniques he had displayed during the fight, they were mere external matters, not involving his core secrets.

In this battle, Lu Chang An never unleashed his power, and his Golden Core power from the Everlasting Green Technique was never exposed.

Actually, for top-tier forces like the six 魔道 (魔道: Mo Dao, Demon Dao, a path of cultivation that focuses on power and often uses forbidden techniques) sects, a Golden Core-level secret wasn’t that important.

Only Nascent Soul-level or higher secrets, involving ascension to the mid-late stages of Nascent Soul or related to spiritual treasures, could truly attract their attention and make them willing to investigate at any cost.

The玄天葫藤 (玄天葫藤: Xuan Tian Hu Teng, Mysterious Heaven Gourd Vine, a legendary spiritual treasure) on Lu Chang An was concealed by its inherent nature, blocking divination. There was no need to worry.

The self-concealing nature of a spiritual treasure only hid itself, not what it was attached to.

How could Lu Chang An, who hadn’t refined or obtained its recognition, enjoy its effects?

Even if he refined and obtained its recognition in the future, the passive attributes of this treasure might not always be bestowed upon its owner.

After half an hour.

After reviewing and calculating, Lu Chang An confirmed that he was safe after escaping to Feng Yuan Guo.

Feng Yuan Guo was too far away from the front lines of the battle.

The Beast King Valley would need to eliminate Feng Guo (烽国: Feng Guo, Feng State, a country in the cultivation world), Jing Guo (荆国: Jing Guo, Jing State, a country in the cultivation world), Chen Guo (陈国: Chen Guo, Chen State, a country in the cultivation world), Heng Guo (恒国: Heng Guo, Heng State, a country in the cultivation world) and others, and digest their territory before even considering Feng Yuan Guo.

Feng Yuan Guo was remote and desolate with harsh environments.

A small number of elite 魔道 (魔道: Mo Dao, Demon Dao, a path of cultivation that focuses on power and often uses forbidden techniques) forces wouldn’t be able to adapt to the environment. The flying sand and the natural barriers wouldn’t even be enough to fill their teeth.

Feng Yuan Guo occupied some relatively habitable oases, mountains, and swamps within the endless flying sand desert.

The area of Feng Yuan Guo was already large, comparable to the cultivation world of Feng Guo.

If you were to consider the entire flying sand desert, it was at least ten times the size of Feng Yuan Guo!

To continue northward, it would mean going through even more dangerous and harsh environments, nearing the border of the 大青地界 (大青地界: Da Qing Di Jie, Great Qing Territory, a vast and mysterious region in the cultivation world).

In such a remote and desolate environment, Lu Chang An doubted that even after the Beast King Valley had conquered all of Wei Dao Meng, they would be interested in invading Feng Yuan Guo.

At least, not within the next hundred years.

…

During his recovery of power and energy, Lu Chang An examined his losses and gains during the escape.

His puppets and spirit pets were fine.

He had used up more than thirty Treasured符宝 (符宝: Fu Bao, talisman treasure, an item infused with magical power), mainly those of lower grade and potential, which he didn’t mind losing.

As his cultivation base improved, he would gradually upgrade his Treasured符宝 (符宝: Fu Bao, talisman treasure, an item infused with magical power). The quality of the talisman blanks and the refining techniques became increasingly refined.

His greatest loss was lifespan.

Casting the ” 赤阳化血遁 (赤阳化血遁: Chi Yang Hua Xue Dun, Crimson Sun Blood Transformation Escape, a powerful escape technique) during his escape, including the divination on Huang Lang Zhen Ren (黄狼真人: Huang Lang Zhen Ren, Yellow Wolf True Immortal, a powerful cultivator), he lost a total of three years of lifespan.

Added to the small amount of lifespan he had consumed before escaping.

Now, Lu Chang An had 1120 years of total lifespan, comparable to some old Nascent Soul cultivators.

If he didn’t consider cultivating the玄天葫藤 (玄天葫藤: Xuan Tian Hu Teng, Mysterious Heaven Gourd Vine, a legendary spiritual treasure), this lifespan would be enough for him to spend in the Golden Core stage.

Compared to the loss of three years of lifespan, the gains of this escape were worth it.

Just the spoils from Huang Lang Zhen Ren had earned Lu Chang An a fortune.

The precious resources, spirit beast cubs, and beast eggs could be traded for many second- and third-order lifespan pills.

The first third-order lifespan pill Lu Chang An took had extended his lifespan by sixty years.

Lu Chang An turned his hand and took out two jade boxes, each containing a silver ring and a peacock feather.

“御灵环 (御灵环: Yu Ling Huan, Spirit Taming Ring, a magical ring used to control spirit creatures), a coveted treasure for beast tamers. Even in the Beast King Valley, third-order and above 御灵环 (御灵环: Yu Ling Huan, Spirit Taming Ring, a magical ring used to control spirit creatures) are very scarce.”

With his Nascent Soul experience, Lu Chang An identified the use and origin of the Spirit Taming Ring.

This ring could tame and enslave spirit beasts, even human cultivators could be the target.

However, for the target to lose resistance or be severely injured and weakened, it would be possible to tame and enslave them successfully.

If the enslaved target had high intelligence and was fearless of death, there was also a risk of backlash.

“What Peacock Saintess, a demoness from the邪道 (邪道: Xie Dao, Devil Path, a path of cultivation often associated with forbidden techniques and harmful practices)! She actually dared to try and enslave this Zhen Ren (真人: Zhen Ren, True Immortal, a title for a powerful cultivator) like a cat or dog…”

Lu Chang An’s expression turned serious, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

If he were an ordinary Jie Dan cultivator, he would now probably be a tamed pet or male servant of the Peacock Saintess, with his freedom lost.

Lu Chang An quietly kept this grudge from the chase in his heart.

When his power reached its peak, he would use the same method against this woman with this Spirit Taming Ring.

Lu Chang An looked at the peacock feather in the jade box.

“A third-order Five-Colored Peacock only has three feathers.”

“A feather from such a heavenly spirit peacock is an incredibly rare third-order treasure material in the cultivation world.”

As a third-order refiner and talisman master, Lu Chang An had many uses for this peacock feather.

He could use it to refine a talisman brush, enhancing the quality of his talisman drawings.

If he melted it into the shaft of a 钉头箭 (钉头箭: Ding Tou Jian, nail-headed arrow, a magical weapon), it might increase its speed and magical properties.

The Five-Colored Peacock possessed a thin bloodline of true spirit, its feathers condensed its essence, containing extraordinary spirit and Dao韵 (Dao韵: Dao Yun, Dao resonance, a profound understanding of the Dao).

Lu Chang An sensed an aura similar to the Immortal Golden Core within it.

In addition to its exceptional spirit, surpassing third-order spiritual bamboo, he wondered if it had the potential for further cultivation.

Lu Chang An planned to consider the disposal and transformation of the Spirit Taming Ring and peacock feather after settling down in Feng Yuan Guo, turning them completely into his own, eliminating the possibility of being tracked or sensed.

…

A few hours later, Lu Chang An recovered his power and blood.

He rode his遁光 (遁光: Dun Guang,遁 light, refers to a technique for fast movement in the cultivation world, similar to teleportation) through the endless grey-yellow desert, where sandstorms raged.

Feng Yuan Guo and Liang Guo had very little interaction.

The harsh environment, the long and dangerous journey, and the numerous risks were the main reasons.

Even a lone 假丹 (假丹: Jia Dan, Fake Dan, a type of cultivator who has achieved some level of power but not a true Golden Core) would face significant risks while traversing this desert.

The main dangers in this desert came from three sources:

First, the flying sand barriers.

The various natural disasters in the desert, the power of heaven and earth, could even swallow third-order spiritual ships.

Spiritual ships that traveled steadily between Jing Guo and Liang Guo wouldn’t work well in the flying sand desert, as they were too large. They could not avoid natural disasters easily and would attract many sandworm attacks.

The spiritual ships constantly faced the erosion of the sand, and the spiritual stones that maintained the ship’s formations consumed a significant amount of energy.

Second, sandworm spirit beasts.

The strange spirit beasts of the desert, with their geographical advantage.

They could either gather in groups of tens of thousands or be individually powerful and unpredictable.

According to records, the high-level sand beasts in this desert had killed Jie Dan cultivators before.

There were also unsubstantiated legends about the sleeping Sand Emperor in the desert further north of Feng Yuan Guo. Its abilities in the desert environment surpassed those of ordinary Nascent Soul True Immortals.

Third, robber cultivators.

They were mostly fugitives from Feng Yuan Guo, notorious for their ruthlessness.

In recent decades, some deserters had also migrated from the Wei Dao Meng area.

These bandits were familiar with the terrain, and their cultivation techniques or mounts adapted to survival and combat in the desert.

For cultivators of the same level, falling into the desert, facing natural disasters and spirit beasts, they wouldn’t be a match for the bandits.

With natural disasters and human disasters, the connection and trade between Feng Yuan Guo and the various countries of Wei Dao Meng were minimal.

Lu Chang An’s endurance was high, but he didn’t dare go full speed in the flying sand desert.

Too strong power fluctuations could attract sand beasts and bandits.

He had to maintain his condition and prepare for unforeseen events.

The Nascent Soul True Immortal from his fourth life had been to Feng Yuan Guo two hundred years ago and had a general understanding of the routes, but it couldn’t match the familiarity of the locals.

The Nine罡天 (九罡天: Jiu Gang Tian, Nine Gang Heaven, a dangerous area in the flying sand desert) above the flying sand desert was filled with a dark yellow sand mist that blocked spiritual sense perception. The罡风 (罡风: Gang Feng,罡 Wind, a powerful wind that could harm cultivators) there was several times stronger than outside.

Flying in the Nine罡天 (九罡天: Jiu Gang Tian, Nine Gang Heaven, a dangerous area in the flying sand desert), spiritual sense was weakened, power was consumed heavily by the罡风 (罡风: Gang Feng,罡 Wind, a powerful wind that could harm cultivators), and there was also a possibility of encountering attacks from strange sand spirit beasts and birds.

…

Seven days later.

Lu Chang An entered the depths of the flying sand desert.

He had encountered a massive sandworm plague, resembling a locust invasion, wiping out all life.

Fortunately, Lu Chang An’s senses were strong, and he had the Di Yan Shu (地岩鼠: Di Yan Shu, Earth Rock Rat, a type of spirit beast that lived underground) to scout ahead, avoiding the danger.

In the depths of the desert, yellow sand and gale winds prevailed, restricting spiritual sense and perception.

“Two or three more months of travel, and I’ll reach Feng Yuan Guo.”

Lu Chang An recalled the map in his mind.

In terms of distance, a Jie Dan cultivator wouldn’t take that long. However, in such a harsh environment, their flying speed wouldn’t be much faster than a筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment, a stage in cultivation) cultivator’s.

The flying sand desert became harsher in terms of natural disasters from the outer rim to the depths.

However, in the heart of the desert, Feng Yuan Guo had a relatively habitable, barren land.

There were oases, small mountains, swamps, and more.

In the heartland of Feng Yuan Guo, there was even an icy mountain peak, a wonder in the hot and dry desert.

The icy mountain peak was the sacred mountain worshipped by the eight tribes of Feng Yuan Guo.

The Icy Sacred Mountain was the cultivation holy ground of Feng Yuan Guo’s native Nascent Soul True Immortal, the “Tian Shi.”

According to the fourth life of Li Huo Shang Ren (离火上人: Li Huo Shang Ren, Fire Phoenix True Immortal, a powerful cultivator), this Tian Shi wasn’t an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul.

As long as the Tian Shi resided on the Icy Sacred Mountain, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul wouldn’t fare well.

If he left the sacred mountain or even the territory of Feng Yuan Guo, his strength would not be as strong.

Many years ago, a Nascent Soul cultivator who had betrayed the Wan Du Jiao (万毒教: Wan Du Jiao, Ten Thousand Poison Sect, a sect known for its poisonous techniques) had refined terrifying poisonous creatures, claiming to be exceptional in strength among his peers. He attacked the Icy Sacred Mountain, wanting to occupy the fourth-order spirit vein cultivation ground.

In the end, the traitorous Nascent Soul from the Wan Du Jiao died miserably on the Icy Sacred Mountain, his Nascent Soul couldn’t even escape.

Feng Yuan Guo had a harsh environment and meager resources, yet it had a mysterious Tian Shi guarding it, making it a good place to take refuge.

Therefore, Li Huo Shang Ren had arranged some of his descendants and offspring there.

“Forget it, I’ll change my method of travel!”

Traveling through the sandstorms was monotonous, tiring, and stressful for Lu Chang An.

He decided to take a more comfortable approach.

He tapped a finger on the concealed space of his storage ring.

A sand beast artifact, resembling a crocodile with short limbs and a grey-yellow shell, landed on the ground.

Lu Chang An chanted an incantation, infused it with power, and the sandworm artifact expanded to a length of two zhang (丈: Zhang, a unit of measurement, approximately ten feet), about the height of a person.

This was a sand chariot artifact refined from the carcass of a second-order sand beast.

The top of the sand beast carriage opened with a hatch. Lu Chang An flashed into the carriage.

The interior of the sand beast artifact was cramped, only the size of a toilet.

However, lying down for sleep wasn’t a problem.

Lu Chang An sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and controlled the sand beast artifact, allowing it to gallop across the desert surface.

Even if he encountered a sandstorm and became buried in the sand, the sand beast artifact could still move, albeit at a slower pace.

“Ah, comfortable…”

Inside the carriage, Lu Chang An made himself a glass of iced fruit juice, relieving his mood in the hot environment.

This kind of sand beast artifact had an aura similar to that of a sand beast, blending in with the native aura of the desert, making it less likely to attract sandworm spirit beasts.

The Di Yan Shu (地岩鼠: Di Yan Shu, Earth Rock Rat, a type of spirit beast that lived underground) scurried through the sand, scouting ahead for Lu Chang An.

…

Two or three months later.

Lu Chang An had avoided numerous risks in the desert, hunted a few unlucky sand beasts for wild game.

He was getting closer and closer to Feng Yuan Guo.

“In a few more days, I’ll reach Tian Xie Huang Cheng (天蝎荒城: Tian Xie Huang Cheng, Scorpion Waste City, a city in Feng Yuan Guo), the nearest tribe to Feng Yuan Guo.”

Lu Chang An checked his map and adjusted his direction every day.

Feng Yuan Guo had eight waste cities built around the Icy Sacred Mountain.

These eight waste cities were established in relatively habitable oasis areas, where the environment had been modified to block natural disasters and sandstorms. They had stood for thousands of years.

Like branches, they were distributed throughout Feng Yuan Guo, establishing trade and communication.

The corresponding eight tribes had a strength similar to the Jie Dan sects of Liang Guo.

These tribes had long believed in and respected the Icy Sacred Mountain, offering sacrifices and receiving blessings of power, allowing them to survive in the harsh environment.

Squeak, squeak!

The Di Yan Shu (地岩鼠: Di Yan Shu, Earth Rock Rat, a type of spirit beast that lived underground) scouting ahead detected something unusual and sent an alert.

“What’s going on?”

Lu Chang An was calm. He had already passed through the most dangerous areas on the way.

In the desert regions near Feng Yuan Guo, powerful sand beasts were rare.

What was more common were bandits.

Sure enough.

A few miles ahead, a group of bandits, dressed in leather armor and beast robes, were surrounding a medium-sized sand beast carriage.

“Big Brother, go easy on them! The female cultivators of the Xuan Yin Ge (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques) are all beautiful and skilled in music.”

“Tsk tsk, after the brothers have had their fun, we can sell them in the black market for a good price.”

There were two 假丹 (假丹: Jia Dan, Fake Dan, a type of cultivator who has achieved some level of power but not a true Golden Core) cultivators and five or six筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment, a stage in cultivation) cultivators on the bandit side.

The two leading 假丹 (假丹: Jia Dan, Fake Dan, a type of cultivator who has achieved some level of power but not a true Golden Core) men, with similar looks and dark complexions, were the notorious “Black Scorpion Brothers” among the nearby bandits.

They were known for murder, robbery, bullying female cultivators, and human trafficking… committing all sorts of heinous acts.

Inside the medium-sized sand beast carriage, four or five beautiful and graceful female cultivators, holding musical instruments like zithers, flutes, and xiao, were emitting various colored beams of music, ripples, to resist the attacks.

The formation on the medium-sized sand beast carriage was dim and on the verge of collapsing.

“Little sisters, hold on! Once Elder Jiang gets rid of the poison, we can surely defeat the Black Scorpion Brothers.”

Among the female cultivators of the Xuan Yin Ge (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques), there was a burly female cultivator named Miao Jing, with broad shoulders and bare arms. She had a loud voice and was pounding a waist drum, emitting beast roars filled with煞气 (煞气: Sha Qi, killing intent, an aura that can harm cultivators), causing the nearby bandits to feel their blood surge and their hearts race.

“Didn’t they say that the female cultivators of the Xuan Yin Ge (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques) were all slender and beautiful?”

Lu Chang An’s small sand beast carriage bypassed the玄音阁 (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques) from the other side, maintaining a distance from the Black Scorpion Brothers and the other bandits.

The burly female cultivator with bare arms, Miao Jing, was an outlier among the Xuan Yin Ge (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques) cultivators, naturally strong, and she had chosen a drum-based musical artifact.

Inside the medium-sized sand beast carriage, the other three female cultivators were typical slender and beautiful women with long, black hair.

Two of them were late-stage 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment, a stage in cultivation) cultivators.

The last woman, wearing a white dress, had a refined and elegant demeanor, resembling a water lily. However, her face was pale, her forehead had black blood marks, and her lips trembled as she sat cross-legged in the carriage, healing her wounds.

The woman in the white dress was the “Elder Jiang” mentioned by the burly woman, Miao Jing.

“Huh, Jiang Ruotong, a genius of the Xuan Yin Ge (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques), a Jie Dan cultivator, poisoned…”

Lu Chang An’s spiritual sense swept over the poisoned Jiang Ruotong, and his face twitched, unable to help but complain.

Recalling the time he had forged his Golden Core, taking on the identity of a玄音阁 (玄音阁: Xuan Yin Ge, Mysterious Sound Pavilion, a sect known for its sound-based cultivation techniques) female cultivator named “Liu Qingyan,” he sent a voice transmission to reprimand her:

“You’re playing a wrong tune!”

“She’s been poisoned by Yin Han (阴寒: Yin Han, Yin Cold, a type of cold poison) poison. Why are you using a heat-clearing antidote? Are you trying to make her die quicker?”

(End of chapter)

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