Chapter One: The Supreme Immortal

  Hearing Yu Ci's mockery, the monk almost vomited blood, but his feet didn't dare to stop until he was ten zhang away. He felt that Yu Ci hadn't caught up with him and stopped moving. His eyes wanted to open and close, unable to bear the stimulation, and tears actually flowed down. He hurriedly used his sleeve to cover it, but his face had already turned iron-green.

  Yu Ci was also stunned, but he wouldn't give this thieving monk any face. He burst out laughing loudly, his laughter like a knife stabbing into the monk's heart.

  The monk's face was a mixture of red and green, his teeth chattering with a "kaka" sound. When he first launched the sneak attack, he never expected this outcome. His chest was filled with blood, a mouthful of fresh blood stuck in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed. After crying, his eyes finally felt a bit better, he narrowed his eyes and tried to look at that despicable little scoundrel opposite him.

  The situation made him feel suffocated.

  In Ruyi's hand, the Jiuyang Fu sword hummed with a low-pitched sound, and a ring of fire spread out from under her feet, reaching a radius of ten feet. The surrounding grass and trees ignited, although the actual destructive power was not great, but the momentum was quite astonishing.

  "Jiuyang Fu Jian?" The monk's voice was also shocked to the extreme.

  Yu Ci heard the words and raised her head, but didn't say anything. She just smiled with a twisted mouth. This was more venomous than any words, and the monk seemed to understand something. His face turned from green to red, and finally became purple. He could no longer endure it, gritted his teeth and said viciously:

  "You young whippersnapper of the White Day Division, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

  His voice was more like a snake hissing out its venom, but he had obviously misunderstood. Of course, only an idiot would try to clarify things at this point!

  As soon as the voice fell, a long whistle sounded from the distant mountains, and the sound waves crossed the mountain forest obstacles, clearly ringing in the ears of the two. It's said to be far away, but it's actually just over ten miles or so. Upon hearing this sound, the monk was overjoyed, and just as he was about to pucker his lips to whistle back, he saw that the young master of the White Day Mansion had already exerted himself and rushed into the forest in the blink of an eye.

  Yu Ci caught the monk's change in expression as soon as he made his move, and immediately sensed the shift in momentum. He decisively retreated to the northwest direction at the first opportunity. Having gained the upper hand, he chose to retreat, leaving the monk, whose eyes had not yet fully recovered, to stamp his foot and curse loudly:

  "You young punk from White Day Manor, you killed Hu Ke, let the ghost beast escape and stole the Shooting Star Plate. The Wanling Gate will not forgive you!"

  Yu Ci just snorted at the dirty water splashed by the monk: You have to find me in the White Day House for this to work!

  With just one sentence of work, the person who made the whistling sound had already approached within three miles. At this point, the whistling sound had not yet stopped. Yu Ci rushed out a few more steps and soon heard the whistling sounds rising from all directions in the mountains and forests, with at least seven or eight people responding one after another within a range of tens of miles. The sounds were like thunder, shaking down pine needles and even causing the ground to tremble.

  It was the guy who had been shouting in front just now, suddenly cut off, and also the monk, whose curses suddenly stopped.

  Here it is divided into factions... Are Ze and Shang's group considered self-inflicted misfortune?

  Yu Cai quickly understood the situation and couldn't help but smile wryly. He had also experienced the atmosphere of Ba Fang Feng Yu Hui Zhong Zhou, where he felt that several people who were randomly picked out had cultivation levels higher than his. This made him feel an intense curiosity: what was going on here?

  Refer to the monk's last curse, he tried to string together several factors: the previous corpse was undoubtedly Hu Ke; the so-called "yao guai" and "xiong shou" by the medicine guests were also the ghost beast in the monk's mouth; the so-called "shooting star plate" was stored in the storage ring; as for Wanlingmen... this name sounds familiar!

  Let's ignore the external factors for now. According to Yu Ji's speculation, the Ghost Beast was lured out of the Heavenly Rift Valley by the deceased Hu Ke, who had planned this in advance and set up an ambush here using the "Shooting Star Plate" to capture or kill the beast with a powerful spell. However, he didn't expect the Ghost Beast's power to be far beyond his expectations, and the trap failed to take effect. In the chaos, he tried to escape but was killed by the Ghost Beast instead.

  And that monk and his companions, who might be Hu Ke's accomplices, more likely got the news and wanted to take advantage of it, but came a step late, being preempted by Yu Cijue.

  At this time, the pine forest was in a state of chaos. Yu Ji rushed out for more than ten miles before the wind from behind brought an ominous aura, and it was unclear which side was giving chase.

  Yu Ci was very interested in the ghost beast, but he didn't want to get entangled with it at this time. He gave himself a divine talisman, which also had another name, Jia Ma, that was well-known among ordinary people.

  The charm was slapped on his body, and he immediately felt weightless, his feet didn't touch the ground, his body as light as a swallow, feeling extremely refreshing.

  Under the rapid increase in speed, the layered branches of the long needle-like trees seemed like the arms of a demon, rushing towards him and then being thrown behind him. Yu Ci was like a wisp of smoke, swirling wildly through the gaps between the leaves. This was not all, when the spiritual symbol's power enveloped his body, the true energy within him seemed to resonate with it, vibrating in harmony, releasing an astonishing amount of energy, making him run faster and more comfortably, even unwilling to stop.

  All the way, Yu Ci was running at top speed, and the few people chasing behind her could initially keep up, but Yu Ci's current state was excellent, and the divine talismans were continuously slapped on, dozens or hundreds of spiritual symbols accumulated together, half an hour later, the people behind disappeared without a trace.

  His feeling is extremely good, extremely wonderful.

  Although he was fleeing quickly from that place of right and wrong, far away from the gathering place of monks, Yu Ci felt that in the world there was a huge gate, which opened a slit, revealing the true appearance of the colorful world behind.

  There, it is the cultivation world, which is his most yearned for place.

  And that encounter with the poisonous snake and the monk, including all the previous series of events, can be said to be unexpected, but he just used this kind of method to touch that world and rush towards it in big strides.

  Yu Ji ran excitedly and then spent a lot of time in high-speed galloping.

  When running, there was a spiritual symbol to support him, and he didn't feel it. As soon as he stopped, Yu Jin almost thought he had run out of breath. However, although he was exhausted to death, the effect was very obvious: by this time, he had at least run more than 500 miles away, far exceeding his previous record. At this speed, with necessary rest time, traveling a thousand miles during the day and eight hundred miles at night is not impossible.

  However, at this time, Yu Ci's physical strength had indeed reached its limit, and the excitement also quickly subsided, with a sense of fatigue spreading throughout his body. He knew what was irresistible, so he casually found a place that was still somewhat hidden, preparing to sleep well under the call of the sleep demon, to recover his energy. In a state of being half asleep and half awake, he suddenly thought again that in such a desolate mountain wilderness, he couldn't be without some precautions.

  In a daze, he took out the divine bronze mirror from his sleeve. As he sensed his weak breath, the mirror's surface flickered with a faint, hazy mist. His fingers probed in, and he began to draw symbols in a blurry manner - drawing the Five Directions Spirit-Communicating Symbol. Only this talisman could serve as an alarm for him when beasts drew near - whether it could rouse him from his slumber was something only heaven knew.

  Yu Zhi was too tired, when drawing the talisman, he was already in a half-asleep state, completely relying on his years of habit to perform this series of actions. With great effort, he finished the last stroke and didn't care whether the talisman was successful or not. He let out a yawn and fell asleep immediately.

  The moonlight shone down, and Yu Ci's completely empty body breathed in and out, without any consciousness guiding it, simply following the habits of the past twelve years. Day in and day out, he exhaled the old and inhaled the new, drawing in the energy of Taiyin. Beside him, the Shenzhong copper mirror seemed to be responding as well, with a faint mist slowly rising and falling, like breathing.

  This time, what woke Yu Ci from her deep sleep was a sudden nightmare.

  The nightmare came out of nowhere, as if he had seen a dark eagle swooping down from the high sky in his dream. His mind was suddenly split into two halves, one in heaven and one on earth. On the one hand, the clouds were flowing like water in the high sky, while on the other hand, evil intentions were penetrating his body, making him break out in a cold sweat. He instinctively rolled over and got up with a start.

  Yu Cimiao opened his eyes, and the sunlight filtered through the trees, shining directly down on him. His mind was still a bit dazed, but now that he was awake, the terrifying nightmare no longer intimidated him. Yu Cimiao had been about to laugh it off, but his heart was stirred again, and this time the feeling was real and familiar.

  This is the reaction of the Five Elements Talisman.

  This symbol is one of Yu Jian's most complex talismans, capable of detecting the intense reactions of all living beings nearby and feeding this information back to the caster's mind as a warning. It also has a memory, which was forcibly drawn before he fell asleep, and it surprisingly succeeded.

  The duration of this symbol is about two to three hours, and it's still effective now, which means the time spent sleeping isn't as long as Yu Ci imagined... wait, that doesn't seem right.

  Yu Cizai looked up at the sun again, confirming that it had already risen to its peak. But he clearly remembered that before dozing off, it was only just after nightfall, and now seven or eight hours had passed, how could the Wufang Tongling symbol possibly last this long?

  It's as if there's a palpable heartbeat in the air, and it's clearly a reaction to this symbol.

  Just as he was perplexed, he suddenly felt something strange on his left side. On the ground over there, a faint blue light flickered, wasn't it the Sheng Shen Tong Mirror used for drawing talismans? Perhaps sensing his attention, the copper mirror's blue light became even more eye-catching.

  Yu Ci confirmed that he hadn't used his true energy to activate the copper mirror's effect. His gaze fell on the mirror surface, and his face was immediately filled with astonishment, leaving no room for anything else.

  In the green light, in the mirror, a dark eagle was flying clearly. Yu Ci rubbed his eyes and looked again, without mistake, the beak was sharp, the feathers were dark, with many horizontal stripes on its back, the eagle's eyes were dark yellow, the tail feathers were long and pointed, it was indeed a dark eagle. At this time, this fierce bird of prey in the mountains was circling at low altitude, and below the mirror surface, you could even see the emerald green mountain peaks.

  He suddenly grabbed the mirror and held it in front of his eyes.

  Why did the dark eagle run into its own mirror... No, what he meant was, why did the copper mirror reflect the dark eagle's image? It seemed that this mirror, which had followed him for many years, suddenly turned into a demon's eye, filled with thrilling power.

  As this idea flashed through his mind, he suddenly turned his head and his gaze happened to pass over the mountain wall behind him, as if an invisible pointer was guiding his line of sight, pointing directly at the southeastern sky.

  There is a black dot swirling in the air.

  Dark Eagle! The Dark Eagle identical with the one in the mirror!

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