After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 205 Traveling Together
Inside the carriage, Murong Xiaoya and Shen Anran, having finished dealing with the Murong family's affairs, sat on one side, while on the other side, a large black cat occupied Shen Anran's spot, lying next to Li Musheng.

After learning the whole story of last night, Shen Anran, who had initially held a grudge against Murong Xiaoya for attacking Li Musheng, has now forgiven her, and the two are still good friends.

"This Vermilion Bird Bone is so powerful that it can continuously absorb the essence and blood of others to increase its own strength?"

"Does that mean that as long as Xiaoya keeps absorbing essence blood, her strength can increase indefinitely, and eventually no one in the entire martial world will be her match?"

Shen Anran stared at Murong Xiaoya's left chest, then looked at Li Musheng opposite her with surprise.

Li Musheng pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"Leaving aside the fact that her endurance is limited, even if it were unlimited, she would still need to devour countless amounts of essence blood to barely reach the threshold of making the world's number one fighter take a slightly serious stance."

Upon hearing this, Shen Anran was slightly taken aback. She exchanged a glance with Murong Xiaoya beside her, and both of them saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Murong Xiaoya, in particular, naturally understood how terrifying her strength was, but when she faced Li Musheng before, she was completely helpless against him and had no power to resist when he made a move.

It was as if the gap between them was so great that it was impossible to overcome.

"Your Highness, you are truly the best in the world!"

At this moment, Murong Xiaoya suddenly spoke up and asked.

She had asked similar questions before, but she couldn't help asking them again this time.

However, before Li Musheng could reply, the big black cat next to him suddenly meowed, its green eyes glancing disdainfully at Murong Xiaoya and Shen Anran, as if acknowledging it on Li Musheng's behalf.

Whether the big black cat truly confirmed that Li Musheng was the best in the world is unclear.

Anyway, ever since last night at the Mei residence, this big cat has become increasingly attentive to Li Musheng, following him almost everywhere he goes.

It looks like a big cat, but someone who doesn't know better might mistake it for a lackey.

"You're new here, so you might not know, but this cat is very strange..."

Shen Anran narrowed her eyes as she stared at the big cat, then whispered something to Murong Xiaoya beside her.

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After leaving Shengzhou City, Li Musheng and his group spent two days leaving the Shengzhou region and arriving at Lanzhou, where Luoshen Peak is located.

Upon entering Lanzhou, the atmosphere of the martial arts world was completely different from that of Shengzhou. At first glance, it felt as if I had arrived in Jingzhou.

There are many martial arts practitioners in Lanzhou, but there are very few fights or killings. Everything is orderly and everyone is very disciplined.

However, the rules here are neither the established conventions of the martial arts world nor the laws governing martial arts sects of the Great Li Dynasty.

The rules here are the rules of Fallen God Peak.

Aside from what was seen in Shengzhou, where the disciples of Luoshen Peak were always put first, in Lanzhou, Luoshen Peak was already a true local tyrant, with almost the entire Lanzhou under its actual "rule".

Moreover, unlike other prefectures, all of the nearly one hundred martial arts sects and forces, large and small, in Lanzhou are affiliated with Luoshen Peak.

Jianghu sects unwilling to become subordinate forces are almost impossible to exist in Lanzhou. As early as a hundred years ago when the Great Qi Dynasty perished, those disobedient Jianghu sects were either uprooted by Luoshen Peak or fled to other regions.

"Be careful, all of you. This is a birthday gift for the 'Seven Saints' of Luoshen Peak. If anything goes wrong, our lives will be in danger." On the dusty official road, several horse-drawn carts carrying items sealed with oilcloth were stuck in a collapsed road pit. A group of disciples from a sect wearing blue uniforms and carrying swords were pushing the carts together.

Behind the disciples, a scarred man in his forties was shouting in a deep voice.

The man had a rough but wiry face, with a goose-feather knife at his waist. His blue robe was covered in dust, and he clearly had a hint of anger, but more than that, he was nervous and worried, fearing that something might go wrong with the goods he was escorting.

Just then, an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes led a mule and horse, slowly walking past the crowd through the dust blown by the wind.

The scarred man's gaze immediately shifted, and he looked warily at the old man in hemp clothing.

However, upon seeing a little girl in pink riding on the other party's mule, and noticing that the little girl was dozing off like she was pecking at rice, he felt a little relieved.

At this moment, the old man in hemp clothing seemed to notice the scarred man's gaze, and suddenly stopped. Then, he slowly turned his head and asked:

"Could this old man lend a hand?"

Upon hearing this, the scarred man frowned slightly, but simply shook his head and said:
"Thank you for your kindness, sir, but no need."

However, the old man in hemp clothing showed no intention of leaving, but instead slowly spoke:

"No need to refuse, it's just a small favor."

Just as he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand and waved it. In an instant, a strong wind suddenly rose from the ground and blew past several carriages that had fallen into the pit.

The disciples, who were struggling to push the carriage, suddenly felt their grip loosen. The next moment, the carriage, which had fallen into the pit, was lifted out of the pit.

Upon seeing this, the scarred man's expression changed immediately. He instinctively moved away from the old man and approached the horses and goods, his face full of vigilance.

However, after calming himself down a bit, seeing that the old man in hemp clothing had no intention of making a move again, he finally gritted his teeth and bowed, saying:
"Thank you for your help, senior."

Upon hearing this, the old man in hemp clothing narrowed his eyes slightly and said:
"No need for thanks. Do any of you have any dry food on you? Could you give my little granddaughter some?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl in pink who had been dozing on the mule suddenly opened her eyes groggily, as if she hadn't fully woken up, and said:
"Where's the food? I'm so hungry and sleepy..."

The scarred man not far away exchanged glances for a moment, but finally nodded to the old man in hemp clothing:
"Please wait a moment, senior."

Then, he instructed his disciples to take a package of steamed buns and braised beef from the carriage and respectfully present it to the old man in hemp clothing.

"Thank you."

The old man in hemp clothing said something and then handed the package to the little girl.

Seeing this, the scarred man quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said:

"We still have a long way to go, so we won't bother you any longer."

Having said that, he prepared to instruct his disciple to leave, clearly unwilling to stay with the other party any longer.

However, at this moment, the old man in hemp clothing suddenly spoke up:

"Your journey is surely to Luoshen Peak to offer birthday greetings, right? I happen to be there as well. How about we travel together from here on out, so we can look out for each other?"

(End of this chapter)