I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Time flies, spring has arrived and Yan Xiu has turned seventeen.

Now he has grown into a seven-foot-tall man, graceful and dignified, his whole temperament has become more and more otherworldly, like a banished immortal.

The scenery of Fuzhen Temple is unique within a hundred miles of Daming Prefecture. Therefore, at the beginning of each year, many people choose to come here for an outing and burn incense in the temple, praying for good weather and good harvests this year.

It was not known whether it was a tacit agreement among the various sects or something else, but the news of Helian Cheng's defeat did not cause much commotion.

Instead, his name was ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List.

However, Yan Xiu did not care about such false reputation.

As long as you live long enough, no matter how talented or beautiful you are, in the end you will be nothing but a handful of earth.

After all, there is no force in this world more terrifying than time!

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

As he waved his hand gently, portions of rare medicinal herbs automatically jumped into the furnace, and then he mobilized his spiritual power to control the fire.

In the medicine cauldron, all the medicinal materials were gradually refined and then condensed into pills that exuded a rich fragrance.

Shouxin, who was standing aside, supported his chin with both hands, his mouth opened wide, his eyes full of stars.

Although he had seen the senior brother refining the elixir several times, he still felt dazzled and astounded every time.

As the furnace lid was opened, the pills automatically fell into the wooden box on the table.

Yan Xiu raised his fingers and the wooden box closed automatically, then floated lightly in front of Shouxin.

"Bring the pill to Master and let him take it."

"Yes."

Shouxin solemnly put it in his arms and retreated respectfully.

Although several detoxification pills were prepared according to the recipes in the Jiuding Dan Jing, they did not have much effect on Taoist Mingxu's poison.

This made Yan Xiu become interested in this extremely evil martial art.

Now his alchemy skills have reached perfection and he can make any elixir with ease.

His eyes looked into the distance and fell on Helian Cheng who was sweeping the floor between the mountain stairs.

Today, Helian Cheng follows the disciples in the temple to recite morning lessons every morning, cultivates his character, and his violent temper gradually fades away.

That night.

All sounds are silent.

The candlelight gradually went out, and Fuzhen Temple fell into darkness.

A black shadow passed over the treetops and the water surface, as nimble as a dragonfly skimming the water, without making the slightest sound.

The figure rose and fell in the moonlight, with only a pair of eyes revealed, filled with indifference.

With a light tap of his toes, he jumped up and squatted on the eaves, almost blending into one with the five spines and six beasts in the darkness.

"I never thought that the lost Wuwang magic skill would reappear after decades of being lost. Fortunately, the disciples reported it in time. If it was a step later, others would have gotten there first."

The man in black squatted on the eaves, taking in the panoramic view of Fuzhen Temple in the moonlight.

After spending the past few days among the crowd of people burning incense, he had already figured out the location. Now he just had to wait for the moonlight to fade before he could take action.

As time went by, the moon gradually disappeared into the dark clouds, and the man in black turned into a shadow and flew towards his destination.

But the next moment, his whole body was covered with goosebumps and he was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Discovered?!"

The man in black was filled with fear and confusion, his heart beating wildly.

Although his cultivation level was only at the fourth level of Bone Tempering, he had acquired a unique set of lightness skills and could come and go freely. Even a Grandmaster at the Transformation Level could not stop him.

After lurking in the darkness for a long time, the man in black cautiously emerged and consoled himself: "It seems I was overthinking."

Before he could recover from his shock, footsteps were heard from the corner behind him.

The black-clothed man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he rushed away without looking back. Yan Xiu easily caught up with him with a tiptoe.

The two men chased to the edge of the cliff, one in front and one behind, but the man in black jumped down without stopping. He turned around and looked at Yan Xiu with a teasing look in his eyes.

"My Qinggong is unrivaled in the martial arts world. How can a mere cliff... How is it possible?!"

Before he could finish laughing, the rope came flying down from above, wrapped him tightly, and pulled him back to the edge of the cliff.

The mockery in the eyes of the man in black who was wrapped like a mummy turned into fear, and he made a "mmm" sound from his mouth.

What kind of weapon is this? It can actually bind people from a distance.

Yan Xiu released his mouth and said with a cold look, "Who are you and why did you sneak into Fuzhen Temple so late at night?"

The man in black suppressed his shock, took a deep breath and replied.

"Young Taoist priest, I came here only to retrieve the lost items of our sect. I sneaked in late at night just to avoid a conflict with your temple. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Yan Xiu sneered, "I have lived in the temple for so many years, but I have never heard of any Wuwang magic skill."

The man in black's face changed drastically, and he asked in disbelief, "You have discovered me a long time ago?"

Yan Xiu did not answer, but cast an immortality spell and said.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you refuse to tell me, I'll have to make you suffer a fate worse than death."

The man in black sneered when he heard this.

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiu immediately activated the Undead Curse, and the black-clothed man's expression immediately turned into one of pain. He rolled on the ground like a twisting maggot, growling in pain.

The man in black endured the immortality curse that ordinary people could hardly bear for a whole stick of incense.

It was also the first time that Yan Xiu saw someone who could actually withstand the torture of the Undead Curse. When he was about to increase his strength, the man in black turned his head with difficulty and looked at him, with determination in his eyes, and spoke harshly word by word.

"Don't be so arrogant, you stinky Taoist priest. The leader will definitely avenge me!"

After saying this, he bit the poison sac in his mouth and died of the poison.

Faced with the threat from the man in black, Yan Xiu did not take it seriously. He threw the body off the cliff and returned to the room.

As for the Wuwang Divine Art, combined with what the man in black said, Yan Xiu deduced that it was most likely the technique that Helian Cheng practiced.

The next morning, Helian Cheng, who had just finished reciting morning lessons, was called to the cliff by Yan Xiu.

"Do you still remember the name of the technique you practiced?"

Helian Cheng lowered his head slightly, thought for a while and said, "It seems to be called something like Wuwang Divine Art."

Is that really the case?

"Then have you ever traced the origin of this technique?" Yan Xiu asked again.

Helian Cheng shook his head.

Yan Xiu waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

If his guess was correct, someone would come to his door soon.

However, Yan Xiu didn't care. Even if a warrior in the first-level transformation realm came to attack him, he had the confidence to defeat him. The only thing he had to worry about was whether he could fight against a warrior in the innate realm.

Although he was certain that he was invincible among the upper three ranks, it was said that the Xiantian realm had broken through the constraints of traditional warriors and could split a river with one sword.

Although there is some exaggeration in this, it is enough to illustrate the gap between a warrior in the innate realm and a warrior in the transformation realm.

Yan Xiu let out a sigh of relief and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

He was not afraid, he just hoped that his opponent would be stronger, so that he could unleash his full strength and the survival reward would be greater.

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Half a month passed in a flash, and Yan Xiu, who was practicing on the edge of the cliff, suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze passed over the vast and undulating sea of ​​clouds and fell into the distant distance.

Now his five senses can cover the entire Fuzhen Temple to the foot of the mountain.

Even though they were far apart, Yan Xiu could clearly sense the vast true energy, which was several times stronger than that of any person he had met before. In front of this true energy, Helian Cheng was as weak as a newborn chick.

"Is this the leader that the man in black mentioned? Please don't let me down..."

Yan Xiu took out the Ziyuan Sword and stroked it gently, his tone filled with eager anticipation.