Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

Asang, who possesses the Cold Spirit Mystic Body and has been taken in as a personal disciple by the Holy Lord of Kunlun Blessed Land, is nothing more than a purple-level opportunity to Xu Mofeng.

Dongfang Yuzhu is golden, doesn't that mean her future achievements will be even greater than Asang's?

Asang's qualifications and lineage are all top-notch in the Central Plains, and Dongfang Yuzhu's potential can even surpass hers, which is simply unimaginable.

No matter where she goes in the future, from now on, I am destined to be the most special person in her heart.

"Once I gather ten or eight Daoist partners with golden or purple-grade opportunities, even if I just lie around doing nothing, relying solely on being kept as a kept man, I could probably reach the peak of martial arts, right?"

Xu Mofeng pondered with a wicked sense of amusement, but remained outwardly calm. He looked down at the person in his arms and said, "Sister Yuzhu, since the marriage certificate is valid, why don't we choose a date to get married as soon as possible?"

Beneath the white veil, Dongfang Yuzhu's cheeks flushed crimson, her ears turning red with embarrassment. She nodded gently, her voice barely a whisper: "I'll do whatever you say."

The Xu family has produced a true dragon!

The news swept through the streets and alleys of Nanheng City like a hurricane.

Xu Mofeng, the second young master of the Xu family, returned from his studies and single-handedly wiped out the entire Jia family. At the tender age of twenty, he defeated Ning Jin, the genius of the Ziyun Sect who ranked eighty-fifth on the Jinliang Elite List, with a single strike, becoming the first person in history to ascend to the Elite List with the cultivation of the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm.

The news is currently only circulating within Nanheng City, but everyone knows that once it gets out, the entire Jinliang Kingdom will be shaken.

In the streets and alleys, everyone was whispering and repeating the same thing over and over again: "The Xu family has produced a true dragon!"

Who could have imagined that the once insignificant Xu family would actually produce a hidden dragon?

Inside the Xu family's cultivation room.

Xu Mofeng held a golden pill between his fingers, its rich fragrance filling his nostrils, and his face showed undisguised surprise.

"The Heaven-Mending Pill... its effects truly live up to its name of 'Heaven-Mending Pill'."

This was his first successful conversion into a golden opportunity, and the rewards given by the system far exceeded his expectations.

The Heaven-Mending Pill has only one effect, but it is considered to be heaven-defying: it directly raises one's Nascent Soul rank.

After the Golden Core stage comes the Nascent Soul stage, and the Nascent Soul realm is the most crucial watershed on the path of martial arts, without exception.

The Nascent Soul Realm is divided into nine ranks, with the first rank being the most prestigious and the ninth rank being the lowest.

Even though they are both at the Nascent Soul stage, the difference between a first-grade Nascent Soul and a ninth-grade Nascent Soul is like heaven and earth.

Even if a hundred ninth-grade Nascent Soul cultivators joined forces, they might not be a match for a first-grade Nascent Soul cultivator.

The more crucial difference lies in the future: many ninth-grade Nascent Soul cultivators are stuck in the Nascent Soul realm for life, while first-grade Nascent Soul cultivators have the potential to challenge the Mahayana realm in the future!

In the spiritual practice community, there is a saying that "one's nascent soul determines one's fate."

Once the Nascent Soul stage is achieved, the upper limit of one's martial arts in this life is basically set. Unless one encounters an extraordinary fortuitous event, there is no possibility of changing one's rank.

Therefore, countless talented martial artists would rather actively suppress their cultivation and remain stuck at the tenth level of the Golden Core stage for many years, desperately honing their own foundation, all in order to condense a higher-grade Nascent Soul core.

This Heaven-Mending Pill, however, can elevate the Nascent Soul stage out of thin air and replenish the foundation of martial arts; it is simply a divine object that defies the heavens and changes one's fate.

"If this pill were to spread, it would cause a bloodbath throughout the cultivation world. Martial artists at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages would probably risk their lives to snatch it."

Xu Mofeng muttered to himself as he carefully put the pill into his storage bag.

He came from an ordinary background, and even though he was exceptionally talented, his foundation was far inferior to that of the direct descendants of holy lands and the geniuses of top families.

There has never been a shortage of people born with a silver spoon in their mouths, whose starting point is an end point that others can never reach in their entire lives.

This Heaven-Mending Pill was his only chance to close the gap and catch up with those top geniuses.

Suppressing his turbulent emotions, Xu Mofeng took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked out of the cultivation room.

As soon as I stepped out, I bumped into Xu Qingshu, who was rushing over. He looked like he had something urgent to attend to.

"Second brother..."

Xu Qingshu looked at him, hesitating to speak, "About the Dongfang family..."

Xu Mofeng raised an eyebrow, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"The Dongfang family doesn't approve of the marriage?"

"No, that's not it..."

Xu Qingshu shook his head, took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to him, "Take a look for yourself."

Xu Mofeng took the envelope, and four delicate characters on the cover caught his eye: "To be opened by my beloved Xu Lang."

He unfolded the letter, read it word by word, and stood there in silence for a long time.

Seeing this, Xu Qingshu patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Second brother, don't overthink it. Miss Yuzhu must have her reasons for leaving without saying goodbye. She will come back sooner or later."

Xu Mofeng nodded slightly, without saying anything.

Dongfang Yuzhu is gone.

Their departure was completely unexpected, catching everyone off guard.

This was unexpected, yet also quite reasonable.

She was her own golden opportunity, but now she's just an ordinary woman. To match that terrifying potential, she must undergo a transformation, and leaving is inevitable.

He just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Fortunately, he managed to secure the title of groom-to-be in her heart, and the opportunity had been successfully turned around!

Five hundred li away from Nanheng City, dust billowed along the official road.

A magnificent horse galloped forward at breakneck speed, its hooves flying.

A woman in purple robes and a white veil hat sat atop the horse, her figure as steady as a pine tree, her hands holding the reins remaining perfectly still despite the wind whipping her robes.

"How much longer until we reach your destination?"

The woman's voice was clear and cold, emanating through the white veil.

The slow, grating voice of the ghost echoed in my mind: "What's the rush? At this rate, you'll definitely arrive within two months."

Dongfang Yuzhu nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, Ghost Face spoke in a low voice, "I'm really curious, why didn't you wait until you were married to that boy before leaving? You should know that if you left, you might not see each other again for many years."

Dongfang Yuzhu was silent for a moment, her voice low but each word carrying strength: "I don't want to marry him with a face that everyone hates. One day, I will take off my veil gracefully and be his bride in my best form."

"Furthermore, Xiao Mo'er is determined to pursue martial arts and has lofty ambitions. If I stay here now, I will only hold him back."

She took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly becoming incredibly determined. "Next time we meet, I will never just stand behind him again."

The ghost face remained silent for a long time, its expression complex, a barely perceptible flicker of emotion crossing its eyes. Finally, it let out a soft sigh: "The Ghost Spider Saint Body grows old alone generation after generation, unable to keep even a single close person by its side. This is a curse, and also destiny. You'd better prepare yourself..."

Dongfang Yuzhu remained silent, only raising her eyes to gaze at the endless road ahead, her gaze sharp as a sword, unwavering in the slightest.

In a daze, she seemed to see the handsome young man holding a knife in one hand standing in front of her, smiling, softly calling her: "Sister Yuzhu".

She silently repeated each word in her heart: Wait for me to come back.

The horse neighed loudly, its hooves thundering as it galloped away.

In the capital of the Jin-Liang Kingdom, a light drizzle fell.

The Yingkelou Restaurant in the city was packed with guests, both upstairs and downstairs.

Shouts, laughter, and the clinking of glasses mingled together. Several waiters were running around like madmen, sweating profusely, while the manager behind the counter smiled broadly, his abacus clicking away.

The reason is simple: the secret realm of the Jin-Liang royal family is about to open, and the royal family is summoning martial arts talents from all over the country to gather in the capital.

As soon as the news broke, disciples from various sects and martial artists from all directions flocked to the event, making it a once-in-a-century martial arts extravaganza.

In just over a month, the population of the capital city had increased several times over. Every three steps on the street, there was a swordsman, and every five steps, the restaurants and inns were packed. Shopkeepers were making a fortune every day, and every day was like the New Year.

"Waiter, a couple of side dishes, and a pot of warm wine!"

A clear voice suddenly rang out, drowning out the noise in the lobby.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in moonlight lifting the curtain and entering.

The newcomer was in his early twenties, dressed in a clean and crisp moon-white martial arts robe. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his demeanor was extraordinary. The moment he stood there, he attracted the attention of many people.

A seasoned martial arts expert glanced at the light drizzle outside the door, then noticed that the young man's hair and clothes were spotless, and his pupils constricted. This ability to control one's breath and conceal one's aura demonstrated his considerable cultivation.

But nowadays, the capital is full of hidden talents and geniuses from all walks of life. So, while young people with such a demeanor are rare, they are not exactly uncommon.

After glancing at it a couple more times, everyone turned back and went about their own eating, drinking, and chatting.

This person was none other than Xu Mofeng, who had just arrived in the capital.

With the matter of Nanheng City settled, the Xu family, with his support, took over most of the Jia family's businesses, transforming from a local tycoon into a rising power in Nanheng City. Given time, it's only a matter of time before they replace the Jia family's former status.

The only thing that could be considered "troublesome" was that Jia Ping'an, whom he had killed, was a core disciple of the seventh-rank sect, Ziyun Sect. If Ziyun Sect found out, they might send someone to seek revenge.

But this little trouble was nothing to Xu Mofeng.

As long as he is strong enough and has a good enough reputation, even the Ziyun Sect would have to think twice before making a move against the Xu family.