Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"Ridiculous!? Before you were injured, you were like a stray dog ​​before me. When we meet again, my strength will surely have increased. What will you use to take revenge then!?"

Xia Jin stood still and did not give chase.

He stared at the direction the golden light had fled, frowning, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

It wasn't that he didn't want to chase, but he knew very well that with his speed, even if the other party was severely injured and had a broken wing, it would still be a pipe dream to catch up with a Saint Realm being whose speed was unparalleled among alien races in the void turbulence.

"Hmph. You're lucky this time!"

"If Donghuang Zhong weren't busy suppressing and refining the corpse and heart of the Corpse Clan's progenitor, and unable to free up his hands to seal the space, even with your extreme speed, you wouldn't have been able to escape!!"

"Oh right, I almost forgot something important."

Suddenly, a glint flashed in Xia Jin's eyes, and she stepped into the chaotic void.

A few breaths later, his figure appeared in Xuanyou Prefecture of the Mirage Cloud Realm.

......

On a dilapidated mountain peak in Xuanyou Prefecture, Ye Sanshu sat cross-legged, his spiritual energy slowly circulating around him to heal his injuries.

"Damn it!! We were only supposed to last less than a year to begin with, and after this battle, we probably won't even last a month!!"

Feeling the almost irreparable damage to his injuries, he sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, a spatial fluctuation came from three zhang away.

Ye Sanshu, who was healing his wounds, suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of vigilance. He even gripped the thin sword that had been stuck in his side tightly in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.

"Don't be nervous, it's me!!"

As a somewhat familiar voice rang out, a figure with purple hair flowing down his shoulders slowly appeared from the void.

When Ye Sanshu saw that the person who walked out of the void rift was Xia Jin, his guard finally dissipated, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was just about to get up to thank Xia Jin.

But the injury he had just sustained caused his eye to twitch a few times from the pain.

"Alright, you can sit down since you're injured!" Xia Jin waved her hand dismissively.

Ye Sanshu was slightly taken aback, then nodded with a wry smile, sat down again, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and solemnly bowed to Xia Jin: "This old man thanks you, senior... for saving my life!"

He considered his form of address for a moment, and looking at Xia Jin's youthful appearance, he finally decided to use the term "senior".

After all, Xia Jin looks young.

However, regardless of whether Xia Jin is older than him, her strength in single-handedly defeating the Eight Kings of the alien race, Chi Ji, is certainly worthy of this honorific title.

"Hmm!? Senior!?" Xia Jin raised an eyebrow and sat down directly on a flattened bluestone slab next to her. "Don't call me senior. You're much older than me!"

Ye Sanshu stared wide-eyed at Xia Jin, seemingly in disbelief.

"Then...then I shall take the liberty of addressing you as Fellow Daoist Xia." Ye Sanshu remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded with a wry smile.

Xia Jin stared at Ye Sanshu, her gaze suddenly becoming more serious.

"Tell me, why did that Golden-Winged Clan patriarch, a dignified Saint Realm expert, attack you?"

"Since tonight, when this alien army has besieged the Mirage Realm, I've been keeping a close eye on him. He didn't interfere in the holy war between Venerable Xuanwei and his companions, but instead targeted you. What did you do to attract the attention of such a powerful being?"

Xia Jin's sudden question immediately froze Ye Sanshu's expression.

Although he had a feeling that Xia Jin would ask, he hadn't found any reason to brush it off yet, even though it was only the beginning.

For a Saint Realm being from another race to target only me, there's no reasonable explanation for it.

Moreover, this Fellow Daoist Xia before us, needless to say, must also be a Saint Realm being.

Trying to find some random excuse to fool a Saint Realm being is simply a pipe dream.

Ye Sanshu remained silent for a long time.

He kept his head down, seemingly weighing something, and a hint of hesitation could occasionally be seen on his face.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, but instead of directly answering Xia Jin's question, he asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Xia, may I ask first, when... will you become a saint?"

His expression was unusually serious, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Xia Jin narrowed her eyes slightly.

He didn't know why Ye Sanshu would suddenly ask such a question, but he had a vague premonition that the old man in front of him was definitely hiding a secret, and that secret was of great importance.

Otherwise, Chi Ji, one of the eight kings of the alien race, would not have personally come to hunt him down.

But he suddenly asked about the time when I became a saint. Could it be that I am somehow connected to that secret?

Xia Jin remained silent for a few moments before finally telling the truth: "About two weeks ago."

"What?!"

Ye Sanshu suddenly sat up straight, even forgetting that he was still injured.

He stared intently at Xia Jin, his face filled with disbelief.

He only became a saint half a month ago?

He had only entered the Holy Realm half a month ago, yet he was able to defeat one of the eight alien kings who had been in the Holy Realm for countless years.

Could it be that humanity has truly produced a monstrous genius?!

Ye Sanshu stared intently at Xia Jin, taking several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the shock in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down.

Then he asked an even stranger question: "Did those three from the three holy lands know about your becoming a saint?"

Xia Jin frowned even more, staring at Ye Sanshu, her tone tinged with wariness: "Why did you ask that?"

Ye Sanshu did not back down. He clenched his fists tightly and stared straight at Xia Jin.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, answer me. This is very important for what I'm about to say!!"

Xia Jin stared at him for a long while, then slowly shook her head: "Although I have met them, they do not know that I have entered the Holy Realm."

Upon hearing this, Ye Sanshu breathed a sigh of relief, much to Xia Jin's astonishment.

"That's good, that's good!!"

Ye Sanshu looked at Xia Jin and said, word by word, "Fellow Daoist Xia, listen to my advice. From now on, you must, absolutely must be careful of those three."

Xia Jin's expression hardened, but the old man's words immediately drew a glint of light in his eyes: "What...do you mean by that?"

Ye Sanshu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

He remained silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence that sent a chill down Xia Jin's spine:

"Those three... what they're waiting for is the new Saint."

"A...new saint who can be eaten by them."