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第两千九百七十二章 食言而肥

Days passed one by one.

For cultivators with a long lifespan, a mere few dozen days was but a blink of an eye. Soon enough, the 100-day period ended. Among those who entered the Spirit Wave Valley along with Lin Xuan, only a handful had not yet met their end, while the rest should have already broken the jade talisman and left.

Thus, Lin Xuan no longer lingered and began taking his medicine to meditate. Although his main yuan婴 (core) was now at the peak of the Spirit Separation stage, just one step away from breaking through, he knew how difficult this bottleneck was. He needed to consolidate his realm first before seeking a breakthrough; that would increase his chances of success.

And right then, the abundance of qi became evident. The colorful snowflakes swirled around Lin Xuan and directly entered his skin, entering the extraordinary meridians within him.

"Good, good. This feeling is like meditating with top-grade crystal stones."

Lin Xuan's face was filled with joy. The land he had discovered far exceeded expectations. Despite the hardships, his fortune was indeed bountiful, increasing his chances of advancing by a notch.

...

Happiness and sorrow coexisted. Meanwhile, in a secret room on Lightning Void Island, two people were whispering secretly.

"Qingyan Daoist Friend, you are sure that all the young cultivators who entered the Spirit Wave Valley have returned here, none left behind? Remember, there were one hundred of them initially, and only fifty or so have come back. Isn't this too few?" A cold voice rang out, with evident anger and impatience.

"Your Highness says so because you doubt me. The jade talisman was made by myself; how could it possibly go wrong? Once broken, it will definitely send them back to Lightning Void Island. And these little fellows can't escape our notice once they appear. They'll be brought back without any omissions," a hoarse voice replied solemnly.

The owner of the first voice was none other than one of the Nine True Demons Ancestors. Of course, Ice Spirit Immortal sent only an avatar here.

Her face was icy cold, and the yin cloud in her eyes was clearly visible.

"Hmph. Even if you say so, how can I know there won't be any mistakes or that some of them are stuck in the Spirit Wave Valley?" Ice Spirit Immortal said unhappily.

"If Your Highness says so, then it's unfair to Qingyan," the other said with a bitter smile. "But Your Highness is overly cautious. The Spirit Wave Valley indeed yields much, and its spirit veins aren't bad either. But if they don't come out now, their only chance is to advance to the Tribulation Transcending stage within one hundred years to gain the ability to break through the void and leave. There's just a hundred years left. Do you think those little fellows dare take such risks?" Qingyan Patriarch said.

"Alright, even if as you say, with only fifty or so coming out, your Highness doesn't find that slightly lacking," Ice Spirit Immortal persisted.

"Humph, your Highness isn't from the Lost Plane, a place where cultivators are born. I may not have been to the Spirit Wave Valley, but my understanding of it is far greater than yours. There are many treasures inside, but danger is also high. Out of one hundred who entered, fifty or so came out; that's perfectly normal."

"But..."

"Enough, your Highness. Regardless, Qingyan has fulfilled his promise. Shouldn't Your Highness honor her end of the bargain?" Qingyan Patriarch rubbed his hands together with eager anticipation.

"What did I promise?"

"You...!"

Ice Spirit Immortal's words made Qingyan Patriarch furious. He stared into her eyes and retorted unhappily, "You are one of the True Demon Ancestors, a person whose word is as heavy as nine tripod cauldrons. How can you not keep your word? Do you want to break it for personal gain? You promised me that if I found the bracelet, you would tell me how to leave this Lost Plane."

"Indeed, Your Highness did say so. But have you fulfilled your promise? Did you find the bracelet?" Ice Spirit Immortal said indifferently.

"But what you said was different," Qingyan Patriarch was both shocked and angry. "You once said that no matter whether I found the bracelet or not, you would tell me how to leave this plane."

"Changing your mind, it seems you have a bad memory!"

Ice Spirit Immortal's sweet laughter echoed in his ears: "If I find the bracelet, of course, I will tell you how to leave. But now that there is nothing, our agreement is null and void."

"You...!"

Being openly reneged on by her, Qingyan Patriarch was filled with a profound sense of depression and anger. He wasn't just any ordinary cultivator; he was an old monster at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

No matter where he went in the past, he was always revered. People fawned over him, but never had he been so toyed with.

"Very well, very well. It seems Your Highness truly doesn't value Qingyan. Since that's the case, I'll test your True Demon Ancestor strength."

Qingyan Patriarch fell silent for a moment before laughing furiously.

If Ice Spirit Immortal were in her true form, he would have to bite his tongue and swallow this bitter pill no matter how angry he was.

But she was just an avatar; he couldn't let it go so easily.

True Demon Ancestors be damned. Even if the avatar hadn't yet transcended the Tribulation stage, giving her a taste of his power wouldn't hurt.

Before he could finish speaking, a silver light shot out from his mouth and streaked towards Ice Spirit Immortal's head like lightning, slashing down without hesitation.

This attack seemed simple but contained the laws of heaven and earth. It sliced through the void, ignoring the dozen feet between them—something not even an instant teleportation spell could achieve.

"Your Highness really wants to fight?"

Ice Spirit Immortal remained unperturbed, her voice tinged with regret as she pointed a finger forward.

To be fair, her finger didn't move quickly. Every action was clear and visible.

Yet this slow movement broke the rules of time and space.

The silver light had yet to fall when Ice Spirit Immortal's finger arrived first.

Pfft...

A light sound echoed in his ears, followed by Qingyan Patriarch seeing a shocking scene: The silver light stopped mid-air, shattering into pieces under the power of Ice Spirit Immortal's finger.

The surface was covered with fine cracks. A gentle breeze blew and turned this quality sword into dust.

"Qingyan Daoist Friend, do you still wish to fight me?" Ice Spirit Immortal said indifferently.

PS: I'll be out for a few days and will return the day after tomorrow. I've already written today's update but only one chapter per day for these three days. Please bear with me; next month, I promise to work harder. (To be continued.) If you like this work... )

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