Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 272 Holding the sun and moon in hand and picking the stars

Although a Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm of Qi Refining can travel on the wind for a short time, he can only travel a hundred miles or so before he runs out of steam. In the end, it is not as fast as the ingenuity of the Heavenly Craft Cave.

Nine Realms of Qi Refining...

Xu Yunfan felt a little uncomfortable. Being bullied like this, he was naturally unhappy.

Having relaxed slightly after entering the Marrow Cleansing Realm, he tensed up again at this moment.

Only after truly entering the ninth realm of Qi cultivation can one grasp their own future.

Seeing Xu Yunfan relax and the dragon scale armor he was wearing slowly close up, Bi Sheng smiled.

"Haomiao and Mushan are on Shenxiao Peak of Qingwei Mountain. I think you two will have a lot to talk about."
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As dusk settled, the fierce winds atop Shenxiao Peak whipped up fragments of broken branches and leaves, whistling piercingly along the precipice.

Li Haomiao was shirtless, his muscular back radiating a faint red aura of blood. The rocks beneath his feet had been trodden with cracks a few inches deep. He had just completed the ninth breakthrough of the "Dragon Sparrow Bone Tempering Technique," and his bones emitted a clanging sound like metal clashing.

"Still just one step away."

When he clenched his fist, the dark red veins coiling around his arm writhed like living things. That was the "Blood Dragon Force" passed down by the Great Zhou royal family, which could only be practiced by those who possessed the bloodline of the Dragon Sparrow.

But at this moment, these patterns symbolizing power were faintly burning under his skin, reminding him that he had not yet broken through the bottleneck of the Flesh Refining Realm.

The fierce wind on the mountaintop, carrying a biting chill, tore Li Haomiao's gray hair into messy, snowy waves.

He stood on the edge of the precipice of Shenxiao Peak, his knuckles turning blue from clenching his fist so tightly, his gaze fixed on the south, the direction of Yujing City.
His heart was no longer with the Dao Sect. Ever since he learned from the disciples down the mountain four months ago that the entire Great Zhou was in chaos and that the Great Zhou Empress had slaughtered millions of people.

The devastating news four months ago turned this last member of the Great Zhou royal family almost overnight, leaving him with gray hair.

"Still thinking about Yujing?"

Fang Mushan's voice came from behind.

The man whose muscles were now bulging and whose every move was full of muscle was completely different from the boy who had been on the eight-hundred-mile-long desolate ice plains.

He walked over to Li Haomiao carrying a jar of strong liquor, his expression much more composed than when he was at Jiyun Mountain.

Li Haomiao shook his head slightly, without saying a word, and just stared blankly into the distance.

Fang Mushan didn't care. Before April, Li Haomiao was quite lively, but now he had become a taciturn person.

He broke the mud seal on the wine jar, took a big gulp, wiped his mouth, and handed it to Li Haomiao.

Li Haomiao silently took it and began to gulp it down his throat.

This jar of strong liquor is not just for drowning sorrows; it is made using a large amount of rare and precious medicinal herbs.

The wine is amber in color, with a hint of crimson hues within. Upon opening, it releases a rich medicinal aroma, a blend of the crispness of snow lotus and the fiery scent of dragon blood vine.

The wine incorporates ginseng aged for over a hundred years, "fire dates" passed down through the Daoist sect, and the unique cold marrow jade liquid of the Arakawa Ice Plain, and is refined by earth fire for forty-nine days.

When drunk, it feels like a raging fire burning the throat, but in an instant it transforms into a warm medicinal power that seeps into the limbs and bones, temporarily suppressing the pain of the "Blood Dragon Force" backlash and stimulating the awakening of the Dragon Sparrow bloodline.

With each sip, the dark red veins beneath Li Haomiao's skin throbbed as if alive, the domineering medicinal power of the wine clashing with the surging royal blood within his body, stirring up fine golden light on the surface of his skin.

This kind of medicinal wine is priceless and unavailable on the market. In the outside world, it would cost at least 100,000 taels of silver. Only a sect with such a deep foundation as the Dao Sect could afford to cultivate its own herbs and wait for them to mature over many years. *Tap tap!*

Accompanied by the crisp sound of footsteps clashing between metal and bluestone, a figure suddenly landed three zhang behind Li Haomiao and Fang Mushan.

The man had his back to the two men, his black outfit fluttering in the wind, the crimson dragon-swallowing mace at his waist with its dark patterns flowing, and the dragon scale armor on his shoulder blades opening and closing with his breath, faintly revealing the sound of metal clashing.

The gale swept across the peak, but vanished silently three feet away from him, as if crushed by an invisible wall of energy.

Li Haomiao's grip on the wine jar tightened suddenly, dark red veins bulging from his wrist bones. He hadn't even noticed when this person had gotten close! Fang Mushan's pupils contracted sharply, his fingertips already quietly gripping the long spear on his back.

The two exchanged a glance, both reading surprise and doubt in each other's eyes. When did the Dao Sect produce such a person?

Shenxiao Peak is a forbidden area of ​​Qingwei Mountain. Ordinary disciples cannot even step onto the stone steps of the mountain gate. However, this person's aura was as deep as an abyss, which subtly suppressed the surrounding energy and caused it to stagnate!
As true disciples of Bi Sheng, the two of them were from Shenxiao Peak of Qingwei Mountain, which was Bi Sheng's training ground. There were nearly three thousand people in the inner and outer sects, as well as true disciples and errand boys. They were extremely familiar with every face, but they were not familiar with the back of the person in front of them.

Xu Yunfan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly fixed on the sea of ​​clouds, but in reality, he was using the dragon scale armor to sense every fluctuation of blood and qi in the two people behind him.

He deliberately released the "Jade Bones and Golden Sound" phenomenon of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, and his bones emitted clear and melodious sounds with each breath. Even the green rock under his feet was shaken by the invisible force, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear.

"Who are you?"

Li Haomiao broke the silence first, his voice hoarse like metal scraping against metal.

The opponent's strength was overwhelming, making his hair stand on end. He secretly activated his Blood Dragon Force, and the dragon on his back tensed up. If the opponent showed even the slightest hostility, he would risk his meridians to unleash the Dragon Sparrow Fighting Technique.

Xu Yunfan did not turn around, but simply raised his hand.

"Holding the sun and moon in my hand and picking up the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

Fang Mushan's brow twitched upon hearing this.

What a loud tone!
Fang Mushan stepped forward, his hand already gripping the two sections of the dragon-shaped spear, each as thick as a baby's arm, that he was carrying on his back.

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yunfan suddenly turned around!

Li Haomiao and Fang Mushan both froze, not expecting it to be Xu Yunfan.

The bloodshot in Li Haomiao's eyes suddenly relaxed, and his tense back felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, with the dark red veins slowly calming down.

He swallowed twice, then suddenly burst into laughter, the sound so loud it caused the snow on the cliff edge to crumble and fall: "What a fine 'holding the sun and moon in your hands and plucking stars from the sky'! Your pretentious skills are even better than they were in Ningguta!"

Fang Mushan, who was standing to the side, also suppressed his excitement and teased, "I'm afraid he's developed mental problems from mining. Is he still digging things up in the ground? Don't let him become like those hawks in Beiman Mountain who dig up people's graves everywhere."

Xu Yunfan's digging skills were both fast and excellent, making him a perfect match for the group of tomb raiders from Beiman Mountain.

Xu Yunfan laughed loudly: "Only a dog like you can't say anything nice."

Back when he was running wildly across the eight hundred miles of desolate, icy plains, Fang Mushan was quite the immature kid.

He looked at the boy who had once been a teenager, and how, in just a few years, he had become a muscular and burly man.

Fang Mushan had already rushed forward in one stride, thrusting his dragon-shaped spear heavily into the snow, and then slapped Xu Yunfan's shoulder armor three times with his fan-like palm.

(End of this chapter)