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In the dark night, a ray of light was as fast as lightning, flying straight in the direction of the Full moon peak.

That person's aura was extremely huge, and his clothes violently flapped in the wind. His eyes were cold and exuded a faint killing intent. This person was the Divine Imperial Sect's Nascent Soul stage grandmaster, Zhao Wuji. After receiving the Celestial Paste, due to the critical moment in cultivation, he did not leave early. He waited until the end of his cultivation before rushing over in the middle of the night. To his relief, he did not delay the wedding banquet tomorrow. When Zhao Wuji thought about the consequences of not being able to reach there before the wedding banquet, his face twitched.

Zhao Wuji increased his speed to the limit, and in a flash, he was already a hundred miles away. As he flew, the image of a Young man suddenly appeared in Zhao Wuji's mind, and his eyes immediately revealed endless rage. It was because of him that he received such heavy injuries, and the kind that would be difficult to recover from. In these past hundred years, he had searched for countless medicinal ingredients and even used a large sum of money to beg Liu Xiaoyao to kill the demonic core that had always been his Level 7 demon beast before refining the legendary fifth grade Pill — — Recovery Pellet.

When consumed by a cultivator below the Elemental Infant-changing Stage, regardless of how many injuries they had, they would all be able to recover back to their original realm.

In order to refine the recovery pellet, Zhao Wuji had almost used up all of his belongings and almost did not even have the chance to pay the wedding fee. Although his cultivation recovered, every time he passed seven day mountain range, Zhao Wuji would always think of the person who injured him. Every time he thought of it, he would be infuriated, wanting to tear the other party into a thousand pieces.

However, I heard about it from a friend a while ago. Because Han Yan had offended Dong Guang, he was chased to the point where he almost died. In the end, he escaped to another continent using the ancient formation, only then did the anger in his heart dissipate a little. Escaping to another continent was equivalent to death. He did not believe that a foundation-building stage cultivator could survive in another continent, even if they could survive in another continent, they would not be able to come back.

Thinking that it was very likely that Han Yan had already died, the corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth curled into a light smile. Suddenly, a voice came from the void not too far away. "Old fellow, what's the point of laughing by yourself here? If there's anything painful, why don't you say it out loud and tell me how happy I am …"

Moonlight shone onto Zhao Wuji's body, and the smile on his face immediately stiffened as a terrified look swept across his eyes. Without even thinking about it, Zhao Wuji immediately stopped in midair and released his divine sense to sense his surroundings. However, when his spirit sense landed on the place where the voice came from, he realized that there was no one there, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He immediately patted the storage bag at his waist, and took out the Intrinsic Magic Weapon to block in front of him.

As a Middle Nascent Soul stage expert, Zhao Wuji had never seen anything like this before. To be able to make him reveal such an expression, it was clear how shocked he was. Just imagine, if a person could cause a mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator to be unable to detect their aura, how powerful would the person's cultivation be? He subconsciously assumed that this was definitely the appearance of a powerful cultivator who had undergone the transformation from the Nascent Soul stage.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his consciousness and looked towards the empty space where the voice came from, then cupped his fists and said: "Senior, junior Zhao Wuji, is just passing by. I have no intention of disturbing senior, I hope senior can let me pass." These words were said with extreme respect. As he spoke, Zhao Wuji kept thinking about the attitude of the sect disciples towards him, afraid that they would use the wrong tone.

"Haha …" The voice spoke again, "You're very obedient, so I won't make things difficult for you today."

Zhao Wuji secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that the other party was the same as him, going to attend the wedding banquet. With that, he was about to use the escape technique and fly towards the Full moon peak.

At this moment, the voice sounded again, "I didn't tell you to leave!"

After hearing these words, Zhao Wuji could not help but be taken aback, and asked doubtfully: "Senior, you are …" He wanted to say what you meant by that, but the thought of who he was made him swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Don't look at how high Zhao Wuji's cultivation was, he had never seen a Rank one Innate Ranker before. Although he had not seen it before, he had heard of it from others as well. Rank one monk's temper was extremely strange, if he said a single word wrongly, it was possible that he would be killed. In this kind of situation, even if Zhao Wuji had a thousand or ten thousand questions in his heart, he still wouldn't dare to speak carelessly.

The voice did not come out, after a long while, when Zhao Wuji finally realised that the other party had left, it suddenly sounded out, "Your cultivation is not bad, I did not expect you to be a piece of trash, why did you forget about what you just said!" The voice paused for a moment before sighing depressingly, "Look at my memory, I just said that you were trash, how could I forget? Let me remind you again! "You were smiling so happily just now, is it some painful thing? Speak and let this old man be happy."

Zhao Wuji's mouth was agape, his eyes filled with a different look. Although he had heard that the Transformation Stage cultivator had a strange temper, he did not expect it to be this weird to actually like to hear about other people's painful things. Zhao Wuji laughed bitterly in his heart, but the other party had mentioned that if he didn't say anything about it, he shouldn't even think about leaving this place.

Zhao Wuji's face twitched, and said while clenching his teeth: "Senior, junior will be frank. If I am unable to make senior happy, senior, please forgive me."

"Hm!" If you have something to say, just say it! As long as you make me happy, I'll reward you with some treasures later. "

Zhao Wuji did not believe him. She thought for a while and said, "Back then, before I started cultivating, my family was very poor. At that time, my body was weak and I was often bullied by the children in the village. "One day, more than ten children surrounded me and beat me up. They even stripped me naked, tied me up, and dragged me to the wheat field …" As he spoke to here, his face began to twitch. Apparently, the sobriety of the past was even more difficult to explain than what he had said.

"I don't like that." The voice interrupted, "Tell me something that makes you angry! For example, if you were fighting with a certain junior, you might have been able to kill him, but you ended up suffering a serious injury. Hm! This old man likes to hear stories like these. Don't get lost, hurry up and tell me. " After he finished speaking, his voice became exceptionally cold, with a hint of killing intent.

Zhao Wuji's body trembled, he did not dare think too much, and said hurriedly: "A hundred years ago, I went to seven day mountain range to kill a foundation-building stage cultivator, and it was as senior had said, I initially thought I would kill the opponent with a raise of my hand. "However, when it comes to fighting techniques, the other party used an ancient technique and heavily injured me. Furthermore, this is a type of injury that is difficult to recover from …"

"You're lying …" The voice was filled with boundless anger, "Since you are gravely injured and are unable to recover, why don't you look like you're injured at all?"

Zhao Wuji's forehead was filled with cold sweat. He did not dare to hide anything, and he recounted the entire matter from start to finish.

Senior, can you let this junior leave now?" Zhao Wuji asked through gritted teeth. He had never said such a thing in front of others, yet the other party was forcing him to say it. This was akin to giving him a resounding slap on the face. However, he felt slightly better when he thought about how he was stuck at the nascent soul stage.

"I can't let you go, but it'll make you feel even better."

Zhao Wuji was startled, and asked in astonishment: "Senior, what do you mean by this?"

The little kitten on his shoulder said: "What I meant was simple. Last time I beat you bad, I let you feel better this time, so good that your flesh is crippled and your soul is scattered. How about it?"

Seeing the man and beast that had suddenly appeared, Zhao Wuji's face darkened, and subconsciously took a step back. With the help of the moonlight, Zhao Wuji could clearly see the opponent's appearance. His pupils constricted as though he had been electrocuted, and he floated in the air in a daze. After a long while, Zhao Wuji regained his senses and cried out involuntarily, "It's you!"

Earlier, it was the Xiao Hui that was speaking, so Han Yan did not want to speak. However, after hearing the other party's words, he could not help but ask: "Is it strange that you see me?"

It was not because he found the other party strange, but because the other party's method of concealment was too strong, so strong that he thought Han Yan had already become the Expert of Elemental Infant Transformation Stage. One must know that Han Yan was only at the Foundation Establishment stage a hundred years ago. In such a short period of time, forget about reaching the First Cycle, even if he successfully reached the Nascent Soul stage, Zhao Wuji would not be able to believe it.

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji realized that Han Yan's aura wasn't as strong as he had imagined, and his heart skipped a beat. When he thought of how he had already formed an enmity with the other party, even if he had to say more words of flattery, it would be impossible for him to survive. He clenched his teeth and spread out his divine sense to search the other party's body. When Zhao Wuji realized that Han Yan was only a golden core stage cultivator, he was startled, and then laughed out loud.2

Zhao Wuji said coldly: "I had thought that you had really reached the First Cycle, but who would have thought that you are only at the golden core stage level? No matter how brilliant your concealing body techniques are, you shouldn't even think of leaving here alive." His Spiritual Sense locked firmly onto Han Yan's body. No matter how much Han Yan tried to hide, he would still be able to immediately discover his opponent's location.

Han Yan didn't have any intention to hide anything anymore, disdain flashed past his eyes. Just as he wanted to speak, the Xiao Hui on his shoulder snorted coldly and spoke first: "Do you think we need to hide ourselves if we want to kill you?" The Xiao Hui's voice was not loud, her words were filled with contempt, as though Zhao Wuji was just like an ant in its eyes, the moment it moved its fingers, it could pinch him to death.

Such disdainful words were equivalent to a slap on Zhao Wuji's face. He was infuriated and said angrily: "A Level Four Demonic Beast dares to be so arrogant in front of this old man. Have you forgotten that you almost died in this old man's hands last time?" As he spoke till here, he paused, and then changed the subject: "Don't say that this old man bullies you, and bring out your Archaic Dharma treasure! "I'd like to see just how many more times you can use it …"

Although he said that to the green dragon simulacrum, Zhao Wuji was actually very afraid. If Han Yan really took out that treasure, he wouldn't even fight, he just turned and ran. The reason why he said that, was to see if Han Yan could still take out that treasure. As long as he didn't take out that magic treasure, he would be able to use his magic technique and kill that person as fast as lightning.

This time, without waiting for the Xiao Hui to speak, Han Yan coldly snorted and said: "I don't even need to take out my treasures to kill you."

The Xiao Hui did not speak first. Instead, it felt slightly unhappy and shouted, "Not bad, using magical equipment to kill you is simply an insult to the Archaic Dharma treasure."

At the beginning, Zhao Wuji was still able to control his emotions. But when the Xiao Hui finished speaking, he couldn't endure it any longer and shouted angrily, "You're courting death." With that, he formed a seal with his hand and shot out a stream of spiritual energy towards the flying sword in front of him. The flying sword immediately released dazzling flowing lights, and emitted buzzing sounds, as though it wanted to break away from Zhao Wuji's control and kill him on the spot.

Han Yan's brows twitched. Just as he wanted to use his technique, the Xiao Hui said: "Boss, this kind of trash does not need your help. Let me do it." In a flash, it left Han Yan's shoulder and appeared in front of him. It coldly snorted: "Old fellow, I'll say some words of praise to you, in my heart, you're like an ant. If I kill you, I'll just have to move my fingers."

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