Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

"Not good!"

The moment Xia He saw a chunk of silver rocketing out of Three Stone Peak, his heart lurched.

This chunk of silver was about the size of a baby's fist, its surface pitted and uneven. Aside from its silvery-white color, it looked like a rock riddled with tiny holes.

Despite the seemingly unremarkable appearance of this piece of silver,

as the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, how could he not recognize what it was!

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This was Chaotic Silver!

A treasure that had existed since the beginning of chaos!

Coincidentally, the Heavenly Mystery Mirror was also crafted from Chaotic Silver.

When pieces of Chaotic Silver are in close proximity, they sense each other and are drawn together.

When two pieces of Chaotic Silver collide, the chaotic energy they generate will destroy everything around them, including formations.

It could even destroy the entire Three Stone Peak with its chaotic power!

Xia He didn't know where those fellows had hidden the Chaotic Silver, that it hadn't been discovered and had been brought into the prison.

But if the Heavenly Mystery Mirror continued like this, it would inevitably smash Three Stone Peak to pieces. The seal on Three Stone Peak would break, and those old fellows within would be released!

For Xia He, it was already too late.

The moment the Chaotic Silver appeared, the two objects generated a powerful attraction.

The Heavenly Mystery Mirror instantly accelerated, like a falling meteor.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the Heavenly Mystery Sect as the Heavenly Mystery Mirror smashed the three giant stones at the summit of Three Stone Peak into powder.

Waves of spiritual energy surged outwards.

The Heavenly Mystery Mirror and the Chaotic Silver collided.

The lightning generated by their collision rampaged across the mountain.

Boulders were shattered, giant trees were split in two, and flames erupted.

The demonic beasts and animals in the mountain forest scurried about in unrest, unsure where to flee, only wanting to get as far away as possible.

Likewise, the formations on the mountain were gradually destroyed.

At the peak of Three Stone Peak, dark clouds gathered incessantly, growing thicker and thicker, like the end of the world.

"Boom!"

Another deafening roar, and the final bolt of lightning pierced through the entire Three Stone Peak.

Three Stone Peak was split in two, from summit to base!

The Heavenly Mystery Mirror and the Chaotic Silver, as if having vented their fury, floated quietly in the air as the lightning gradually dissipated.

But what followed was the violent sword energy and spiritual power that continued to coalesce at the summit of Three Stone Peak.

Within the Heavenly Mystery Sect, many disciples ceased their fighting, raising their heads to look towards Three Stone Peak.

"It's been so long since I've smelled such fresh air."

An old man with a face full of beard and messy hair floated in the air, inhaling deeply.

"Indeed? After being locked up in that kind of place for a full millennium?" Zhou Wanfeng, her clothes dirty and unkempt, but still exuding charm, yawned. "Why do I feel like nothing has changed, even after being imprisoned for a thousand years?"

"Speaking of which,"

Zhou Wanfeng pinched her clothes, looking rather disgusted, "Honestly, I really want to take a bath."

"Bathe all you want. From today onwards, you can stay in a lake and never come out, wash as much as you like." Butcher stepped forward, patting his belly. "But it's been so long since I've had pork. I used to want to vomit at the sight of meat, but now I really want to feast."

"Let's settle the matter first." Qin Feng stepped out from behind them, surveying all the disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, eventually focusing his gaze on a long spear.

"That spear is not bad." Qin Feng reached out and grabbed. The spear beside the corpse flew into his hand.

"Let's deal with the matter at hand first." The Flower Thief stepped forward, smoothing the hair on his forehead. "I wonder if those young ladies have missed me."

"Whether the young ladies have missed you, I don't know, but I have been wanting to kill you for a while now ~" Looking at the "Flower Thief", Zhou Wanfeng's eyes curved.

"Alas," The Flower Thief shook his head, "I've said it countless times, Sister Zhou misunderstands me. I only obtain a woman's body after I have won her heart. I never do anything vulgar or forceful. Speaking of which, we've just come out, Sister Zhou must be bored. I can accompany Sister Zhou for a bath, to relieve her loneliness."

"Heh heh." Zhou Wanfeng coldly chuckled a few times, her killing intent constantly permeating.

The Flower Thief quickly retreated, smiling and saying, "If Sister Zhou is unwilling, then forget it. There's no need to be so scary, right?"

"Alright, alright, stop talking, quickly go help out, that kid Xu Ming seems to be struggling." The Thief stepped forward, saying with a smile.

The others then came back to their senses, looking towards Xu Ming's direction.

Just as the "Thief" had said, Xu Ming floated in the air, his sleeves torn, his arms bleeding, looking battered and exhausted.

"Then I'll go help out first."

The burly "Bandit" charged towards Xia He!

"A bunch of damned things!" Xia He cursed.

The "Bandit" punched Xia He again and again, Xia He being struck back again and again, mouthfuls of blood spurting out.

The Bandit was not merely a martial artist.

He was completely following the path of a Qi Refiner.

It's just that the Bandit was a bit strange in that he used spiritual power as a martial artist's true energy.

Although Xia He had absorbed a lot of blood and luck from the Thief and others before, his strength was not at its peak, but a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, let alone that they were not dead yet.

The others also rushed towards Xia He.

Xu Cang was not in a hurry, he stroked his beard, looking towards Wang Xuan: "Oh, that little girl from before has grown to be so graceful."

"Three thousand years since we last met, I almost didn't recognize you." Wang Xuan narrowed her eyes, seemingly very dissatisfied with Xu Cang.

"Your aunt, how is she?" Xu Cang asked.

"Dead." Wang Xuan said coldly.

"Is that so..." A trace of reminiscence flashed in Xu Cang's eyes, raising his head, looking at the sky, "Dead, eh..."

Even Wang Xuan, who usually had no emotional fluctuations, clenched her fists tightly at this time: "The one who deserves to die is you!"

"The one who deserves to die is me." Xu Cang nodded, "But I can't die yet."

"Leave the rest to me, everything has nothing to do with you juniors."

Xu Cang casually grabbed a commonplace Dharma sword from the ground, which fell into Xu Cang's hand.

Xu Cang examined the long sword in his hand, the bright blade reflecting Xu Cang's face.

"Although I am old,

But those debts,

They can't escape.

So many years have passed,

They should repay them."