Chapter 405: Auspicious Divination, A True Monarch’s Gift |
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Above the vast and surging blood cloud, a grotesque figure emerged—
A triangular-eyed Nascent Soul cultivator, clad in blood-red robes, his face hideous, with a massively wide mouth and gaping nostrils.
Around him, tens of thousands of blood spirit bats fluttered, filling the air with their eerie presence.
“The Blood Bat King! One of the Six Great Palace Lords of Blood Spirit Sect!”
The Seven Kingdoms Alliance cultivators stationed at the border felt their hearts tremble, recognizing this notorious Blood Dao True Monarch.
Lan Chang'an had crossed paths with the Blood Bat King before.
Years ago, when the Blood Bat King was hunting down the fleeing Heavenly Net Ancestor,
The Heavenly Net Ancestor was about to kill the ‘Immortal Xiang’ who was refining a Bloodline Pearl. However, he was trapped by a fourth-rank Illusion Array, a quasi-fourth-rank Puppet, and the puppet formation.
By the time the Blood Bat King arrived, he and the Heavenly Net Ancestor had already gone their separate ways.
At the time, the Blood Bat King prioritized hunting down the heavily wounded Heavenly Net Ancestor to seize the resources of Heavenly Net Sect.
That said, the Blood Bat King had taken note of ‘Immortal Xiang’.
While they held no direct grudges, the Blood Bat King had left a tracking Blood Dao imprint on the quasi-fourth-rank Puppet during that encounter.
Fortunately, Lan Chang'an had been cautious, Afterward, he checked and discovered the issue, promptly removing that tracking mark.
Although they were not mortal enemies, Lan Chang'an had no fond feelings for the Blood Bat King.
“Blood Bat King! You dare to cause trouble at the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s border, are you looking to reignite a war?”
A sea of purple fire clouds spread across the sky from the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s side, accompanied by a calm yet commanding voice.
Whoosh!
At the center of the fire cloud, a gourd-shaped magical treasure floated. Standing atop it was a dignified, finely-bearded man in purple-blue robes, it was Wang Feng, True Monarch Purple Fire of Flame Departing Palace!
“Wang brat, you're nothing but a defeated dog!”
The Blood Bat King’s triangular eyes gleamed with venomous malice, his tone dripping with contempt.
“If I hadn’t let you take advantage and obtain the hidden treasures of the Heavenly Net Sect, you wouldn’t even be qualified to carry my shoes today!”
It turned out that after Flame Departing Palace had profited from the Heavenly Net Sect’s secret treasure vault, allowing them to rise as a Nascent Soul power, the Blood Spirit Sect had later investigated and uncovered the truth.
The Blood Bat King, who had expended great effort to hunt down the Heavenly Net Ancestor, had been robbed of his prize by a mere Core Formation cultivator—naturally, he held deep resentment over the matter.
During the Demonic War, the Blood Bat King had deliberately targeted Wang Feng and Flame Departing Palace whenever possible.
Boom!
The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs stood in confrontation.
The massive blood cloud and the purple fire cloud collided, their auras intertwining in a fierce standoff.
However, Wang Feng’s purple flames were clearly being suppressed by Blood Dao power, forcing him to rely on his gourd treasure to release eruptions of Flame Departing magma for support.
Fortunately, as a fire cultivator, his Flame Departing divine abilities naturally countered Blood Dao techniques to some extent.
“The Nascent Soul True Monarchs in Great Qing are slightly weaker than those in Great Yuan.”
With his current level of insight, Lan Chang'an reassessed the Blood Bat King— Once a fearsome force in his eyes, now he seemed far less impressive.
Blood Dao techniques excelled in battles of attrition, but their offensive capabilities weren’t exceptional.
Compared to the White Bone Leader and Dominating Martial True Monarch from the Battle of the Seven True Monarchs, the Blood Bat King was a step weaker.
Of course, within the Great Qing, he was still among the stronger early Nascent Soul cultivators, and his Blood Dao divine abilities made him notoriously difficult to kill.
...
As the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs tested each other’s strength, they held back from an all-out battle.
The Blood Bat King’s true objective was to escort a battalion of demonic cultivators to fortify their border stronghold.
Since Wang Feng was no match for him, he could only rely on the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s defensive formations, waiting for the alliance leaders to make a decision.
Lan Chang'an felt slightly disappointed.
If Wang Feng had been stronger, forcing both sides into a bloody battle, he might have seized the opportunity to ambush and kill the Blood Bat King.
However, there were multiple Nascent Soul demonic cultivators near the border, at least several True Monarchs had been dispatched.
If Lan Chang'an attempted to assassinate the Blood Bat King before reinforcements arrived, he would expose his full strength, allowing True Monarch Cyanwood to gather intelligence on him.
Moreover, Blood Dao True Monarchs had unique bodily constitutions, making them extremely difficult to kill.
If he couldn’t completely obliterate the Blood Bat King, causing ordinary injuries would be meaningless.
As expected, from the distant horizon, another Nascent Soul demonic aura appeared.
This time, it belonged to a bizarre, dual-headed entity— One head was male, its face cold and murderous; The other head was female, its face seductive and alluring, tinged with a rosy hue.
When they spoke, their voices merged into a chilling, overlapping harmony, sending waves of hallucinatory energy into the air.
“The Yin-Yang Old Demon of Illusion Demon Palace!”
Upon seeing this twisted, androgynous Nascent Soul True Monarch, Wang Feng’s face darkened, and his wariness of this person exceeded even that toward the Blood Bat King.
Fortunately, from the direction of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, the recluse light of a Nascent Soul True Monarch was also approaching.
“Return to the Righteous Dao Alliance as quickly as possible, before the demonic path seals off the border of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.”
Lan Chang'an concealed his aura and donned the Black Wind Cloak, quickly distancing himself from the Nascent Soul standoff at the frontlines.
Currently, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance was in a far more precarious situation in the Eastern Region of Great Qing.
Unlike the Righteous Dao Alliance, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance was proving a tougher opponent, slowing the Demonic Path’s invasion efforts—to the point where the Six Demonic Sects were now considering requesting assistance from Nether Spring Sect, the leading sect of the Six Sects.
Meanwhile, the Righteous Dao Alliance was in a more stable position.
Given the vast size of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, even along the border leading to the Righteous Dao Alliance, the Blood Spirit Sect and Illusion Demon Palace couldn’t possibly enforce a total blockade.
As Lan Chang'an navigated the border, so long as he avoided direct encounters with Nascent Soul demonic cultivators and dodged their detection formations, he could pass through undetected.
As for those patrolling demonic path cultivators, they pose no restriction to a true powerhouse.
…
Several days later.
Lan Chang'an successfully crossed the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s border, flying over a hundred thousand li into the spiritually barren and desolate lands.
The vast wasteland between territories was an uninhabitable region that was unsuitable for cultivation and incapable of supporting immortal civilizations.
Some areas even contained ancient perilous ruins, remnants of an era long past.
During peacetime, very few cultivators ventured here—at most, a few scattered mortal kingdoms dotted the landscape.
However, during the Demonic War, this wasteland had become a refuge for fugitives, including cultivators fleeing persecution from immortal sects.
Remaining here came with a heavy price—cultivation stagnated, and without a steady supply of spirit stones and pills, one’s realm could even regress.
Some of these refugees often turned into rogue cultivators, hiding in the shadows, waiting for unsuspecting victims.
Ordinary cultivators might struggle to detect them, but to Lan Chang'an’s Nascent Soul senses, they were as obvious as fireflies in the dark.
At his level, he could completely disregard these bottom-feeding parasites.
Only high-level cultivators could travel unhindered through this wasteland, and rogue cultivators wouldn’t dare provoke such powerhouses.
The true risks lay at the border regions of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance and the Righteous Dao Alliance.
“Time to resume normal travel.”
With a flicker of movement, Lan Chang'an withdrew his Hundred Illusions Mask and Black Wind Cloak, returning to his original identity in his homeland.
At first, he considered activating his full Nascent Soul-speed flight but after a moment’s thought, he dismissed the idea.
“I have a long lifespan ahead of me. There’s no need to rush.”
In this spiritually barren land, even Nascent Soul True Monarchs would struggle to replenish their spiritual energy while traveling.
Most would need to periodically stop to rest, relying on spirit stones and pills.
Moreover, if he used full-speed Nascent Soul flight, his presence would be more easily sensed by True Monarch Cyanwood’s detection methods.
“The path to immortal longevity is about freedom and leisure. Now that I’ve reached the Nascent Soul stage, why rush and exhaust myself unnecessarily?”
Lan Chang'an chuckled softly, then patted the spirit beast pouch on his waist.
Whoosh! Splash!
A dark green water-spirit turtle spanning over seven zhang wide emerged. Ripples of deep, surging water-attribute spiritual energy spread across the clouds as it glided through the sky.
On the tortoise’s broad shell, a white-robed man reclined leisurely beside a small wooden table, adorned with exquisite spirit teas, rare fruits, and delicacies.
A thin, translucent water barrier enveloped the tortoise, shielding it from the scorching sun and turbulent winds.
“I’ve raised you for so many years, it’s about time you served as my mount again. Otherwise, I’d be disgracing my old title as ‘Turtle Immortal.’”
Lounging comfortably, Lan Chang'an felt completely at ease, with no need to fly on his own.
This was no different from his past life on Blue Star. At first, owning a car was exciting, but in the long run, being a passenger was much more enjoyable, especially for long-distance travel.
It was the same in the cultivation world.
Flying on one’s own was tiring, and in spiritually barren lands, flying techniques drained energy even faster.
His Profound Water Turtle had late third-rank speed, comparable to a late Core Formation cultivator’s flight, its broad back provided ample space, and its water-attribute gliding ability made for a remarkably smooth ride.
“Hiss! A late third-rank spirit turtle!”
“Which powerful figure is using such a high-tier mount to cross the wastelands?”
Cultivators hiding in the shadows, including rogue cultivators, gazed up in shock and fear.
The torrential water-attribute spiritual energy radiating from the Profound Water Turtle sent chills through them.
None dared to make a move, even breathing too loudly felt dangerous.
From their vantage point, they couldn’t clearly see the person atop the tortoise, but its sheer size and the overwhelming aura left no doubt that this was a cultivator they couldn’t afford to provoke.
...
Ten days later.
Lan Chang'an, carried by the Profound Water Turtle, neared the borders of the Righteous Dao Alliance.
The closest cultivation nation was the Jing Kingdom. Once he passed through, he would reach Liang Kingdom, his homeland.
Throughout the journey, he had balanced travel with cultivation, occasionally performing divination to foresee potential dangers or fortune.
Ever since returning to the Great Qing, his divinations had remained stable, showing no major fluctuations.
After all, the Great Qing had no Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, and the existences that were a threat to Lan Chang'an were few and far between.
As long as he avoided reckless confrontations or being ambushed by a mid-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse, his life wouldn’t be in danger.
“A mid-to-upper fortune sign… encountering an old acquaintance… an auspicious divination.”
Just before reaching the Righteous Dao Alliance border, Lan Chang'an cast another divination. His expression lightened into a small smile.
The auspicious omen suggested that he might reunite with someone from his past.
Had he chosen to conceal his identity or take an alternate route, he might have missed this fated encounter.
With a hint of curiosity, Lan Chang'an decided to stay on course.
Half a day later.
Lan Chang'an crossed into the border of the Righteous Dao Alliance, entering Jing Kingdom’s frontier region.
Most of the patrol squads in the area bore the uniforms of Beast King Valley.
He could have avoided them, but the skies were filled with Beast King Valley’s spirit birds and falcons, while the ground crawled with tamed beasts and insects, it was a perfect surveillance network.
Beast King Valley’s influence over Jing Kingdom’s borders was well known to Lan Chang'an through prior intelligence.
However, given the vast expanse of the frontier, even Beast King Valley lacked the resources to maintain an absolute blockade.
More importantly, to the north lay the Black Fog Mountain Range, offering a potential detour if necessary.
“Only a thousand li left until I reach Jing Kingdom. Then, I’ll officially be in Righteous Dao Alliance territory.”
Lan Chang'an straightened up, heightening his spiritual senses.
At that moment, a hundred li ahead, he sensed a much denser concentration of Beast King Valley cultivators.
More than just scattered patrols, this force contained multiple Core Formation auras.
Lan Chang'an immediately realized he couldn't avoid it. More critically, the aura of his Profound Water Turtle had already been marked by Beast King Valley’s surveillance network.
Due to the high cultivation of the Profound Water Turtle, comparable to the late Core Formation stage, the beast tamers behind the scouting units wouldn’t dare act recklessly.
…
As Lan Chang'an scanned the area with his spiritual sense, he discovered that Beast King Valley’s patrol squad had completely surrounded a mid-grade merchant spirit ship.
The merchant ship’s defensive formations had already been breached and inside, the desperate cries of its cultivators could be heard, alternating between screams of agony and pleas for mercy.
Above them, a third-rank Black Eagle Spirit Beast, with a wingspan of over seven zhang, generated howling black gales, trapping the spirit ship in place and preventing its escape.
“Fairy Zhu! Please have mercy! The Feiyan Merchant Association has always paid its tributes, our dealings with your Valley’s Elder Huang…”
The True Dan cultivator overseeing the merchant association's flying ship was a plainly dressed elderly man looking to be in his sixties. His black shield magical treasure flickered weakly, its spiritual light dim and riddled with cracks.
Surrounding him, two Core Formation cultivators from Beast King Valley stood at the forefront. One was a young, handsome man, clad in a luxurious brocade robe, exuding a somewhat effeminate aura.
He was at the early Core Formation stage, leading two Fake Dan cultivators and ten Foundation Establishment disciples, along with the third-rank Black Eagle, which had helped them breach the merchant spirit ship’s defenses.
The other was a graceful female cultivator, appearing around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with delicate features, bright skin, and an ethereal elegance.
She wore a luxurious silver-white palace robe, with an intricate golden hairpin securing her dark locks.
She had yet to make a move, remaining seated in an ancient, finely crafted beast-drawn carriage.
This was the Fairy Zhu whom the merchant elder was desperately begging for mercy.
“The Righteous Dao Alliance signed a trade agreement with Beast King Valley.”
“All immortal resources from your three nations must be traded exclusively at the designated Beast King Valley trading hubs.”
“Any unauthorized transactions are considered smuggling, punishable by immediate execution!”
Zhu Yuting’s icy gaze hardened, her voice laced with killing intent.
“Fairy Zhu, we are willing to surrender all our goods…”
Before the merchant elder could finish his plea, a piercing shriek echoed.
The Black Eagle’s talons tore through his protective barrier, shredding his body as both he and the spirit ship plummeted downward.
“Heh… Killing you all would make it much more convenient for us to handle the goods on the flying ship as we please," the handsome man in brocade robes sneered, his thin lips curling slightly."
“It’s just their bad luck. With the Seven Kingdoms Alliance on the verge of war, Beast King Valley must assist the Six Sacred Sects in tightening border security.”
At his command, the Beast King Valley disciples and spirit beasts rushed forward, slaughtering the remaining Fake Dan and Foundation Establishment cultivators on the merchant ship.
With the Black Eagle pinning them down, escape was impossible.
“Fairy Zhu, the beast tamers on patrol have reported an unknown high-level cultivator approaching. They are riding a late third-rank spirit turtle and heading toward the Jing Kingdom border.”
A Fake Dan cultivator hurriedly reported.
“A late third-rank spirit turtle?”
Sitting in her carriage, Zhu Yuting’s expression shifted slightly.
She suddenly grew more cautious.
Had this happened a century ago, the mere mention of a third-rank spirit turtle would have immediately reminded her of someone.
But after joining Beast King Valley and training under a Nascent Soul Elder, she had seen many spirit turtles of similar rank.
It had been so many years since that person had vanished from the Eastern Region of Great Qing, she no longer associated every third-rank spirit turtle with him.
“Fairy Zhu, should we intercept the approaching cultivator?”
The Fake Dan disciple awaited orders.
Zhu Yuting’s mind raced.
If the incoming cultivator was only at late Core Formation, she was confident in stalling him using the protective measures granted by her Nascent Soul elder, especially with the support of other Core Formation cultivators and spirit beasts present.
However, that third-rank giant turtle had an owner, excluding those top-tier second generation immortals, they couldn't be inferior than their own mount.
“Xie Wuhen, maintain your distance and negotiate with the traveler. Stall for time. I have already contacted True Monarch Black Feather. He will arrive shortly.”
Zhu Yuting quickly issued orders, placing all nearby Beast King Valley cultivators on full alert.
“Wuhen obeys.”
Xie Wuhen bowed respectfully, feeling a wave of relief upon hearing that True Monarch Black Feather would soon arrive.
This Nascent Soul True Monarch was renowned for his unmatched speed within Beast King Valley.
Furthermore, with her Core Formation cultivation and stunning beauty, Zhu Yuting was taken as a concubine by the Black Feather True Monarch.
As for Xie Wuhen, he was a descendant of the Xie Clan, one of the remnants of the Heavenly Net Sect that had failed to relocate. Instead of fleeing with the rest, he had sided with Beast King Valley early on.
Later, with Zhu Yuting’s recommendation, he became an outer member of True Monarch Black Feather’s faction.
Whoosh!
The vast water spiritual aura of the late third-rank Profound Water Turtle surged forward, closing the gap to within fifty to sixty li.
The surrounding Beast King Valley cultivators felt an invisible pressure settling over them, a deep unease creeping into their hearts.
Even the cultivators and spirit beasts that had been ruthlessly slaughtering the merchant guild’s survivors instinctively halted their movements, lifting their heads to gaze at the dark-green behemoth gliding through the clouds, trailing waves of rippling water light behind it.
If it weren’t for the Immortals' orders, they would have already fled in the face of a spirit turtle comparable to a late Core Formation cultivator.
“This is Beast King Valley’s jurisdiction. Identify yourself, traveler.”
A youthful voice rang out.
A handsome young man, Xie Wuhen, stood upon a flying magical treasure, keeping a cautious distance as he studied the approaching figure.
Upon the giant tortoise’s back, he saw a white-robed man—His face warm and elegant, yet extraordinarily striking.
His black hair, tied neatly behind him, was streaked with a few silver strands,
And though he appeared no older than twenty, his deep, boundless eyes carried an aura of immense wisdom and power, a presence both dignified and transcendent.
“That looks like a Profound Water Turtle…?”
“But the shape is slightly different… and its aura surpasses normal earth-grade bloodlines.”
The Beast King Valley cultivators instinctively tensed, among them, several beast tamers took particular interest in the tortoise, analyzing its form and aura.
Seated within her carriage, Zhu Yuting’s pupils shrank, and her heart skipped a beat.
A cold chill crept up her spine.
“A Profound Water Turtle… It’s him!”
Her mind reeled in disbelief.
Years ago, she had been bribed by the Beast King Valley to infiltrate the Jin Yun Valley as a guest elder, feeding Lan Chang'an misleading information to lure him into a trap set by the Peacock Saintess’s grandfather, the Ten Thousand Crane True Monarch.
In the process, she had exposed herself as a spy.
However, she didn't expect that despite Ten Thousand Crane True Monarch’s carefully orchestrated setup, all he had managed to destroy would be a puppet disguised with a similar aura!
“The people we have here… are absolutely no match for ‘Turtle Lan’ True Monarch.”
Zhu Yuting took a deep breath, restrained her spiritual energy, and prepared to retreat quietly without drawing attention.
She knew the inside story, the Turtle Immortal’s strength was deeply concealed, and he had once defeated the Peacock Saintess. And now, with a late third-rank Profound Water Turtle as his mount, he was undoubtedly far more powerful than before.
“A mere early Core Formation cultivator dares to interrogate this True Monarch?”
Seated upon the tortoise, Lan Chang'an’s face remained unreadable, his gaze drifting lazily toward the wary, brocade-clad young man in the distance.
There was something familiar about him, a resemblance to Xia Wenyue’s heartless father, Xie Wuji.
“Tr—True Monarch?!”
Xie Wuhen was momentarily stunned upon hearing the man’s self-proclaimed title.
He quickly realized that despite his best efforts, he couldn’t sense a single trace of this man’s spiritual energy. It was as if the white-robed man was a bottomless void, an unfathomable abyss.
This bizarre phenomenon, combined with the late third-rank Profound Water Turtle as a mount, made the answer obvious.
In an instant, Xie Wuhen’s throat went dry, his mind blanked, and a chilling cold spread from his feet to his entire body, as if he had suddenly fallen into the ninth layer of an icy hell.
"You bear some resemblance to someone I once despised," Lan Chang'an said, looking at the man and making a quick calculation. "What is your relationship with Xie Wuji?
“This junior…”
A bead of cold sweat slid down Xie Wuhen’s pale face.
His lips trembled, and he found himself unable to form a coherent answer.
“Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the white-robed man on the giant turtle casually flicked his finger.
A single shimmering green leaf, seemingly slow and weightless, drifted through the air.
Xie Wuhen felt he could block it and summoned his defensive magical treasure, but his consciousness wavered in an instant.
Thud!
A clean, straight bloodline appeared from the top of Xie Wuhen’s head down, splitting him into two halves.
A faint, unwilling scream echoed in the air as Xie Wuhen’s lifeless body fell to the ground.
...
The sight of Xie Wuhen’s instant death sent a chill through the Beast King Valley cultivators present.
“Run!”
“This person is an enemy True Monarch!”
After a brief moment of silence, the Beast King Valley cultivators were terrified out of their wits.
The once arrogant executioners of the merchant guild cultivators now scattered like frightened rats,
Zhu Yuting, who had been quietly retreating, was caught off guard and shaken to her core.
“What! That damned turtle actually became a Nascent Soul True Monarch?!”
Zhu Yuting’s pretty face turned pale, her heart racing, as she struggled to accept this reality.
Yet, Lan Chang'an had just effortlessly killed Xie Wuhen, an early Core Formation cultivator, as easily as crushing an ant. Even a late Core Formation cultivator couldn’t have done it so casually.
Zhu Yuting didn’t waste any more time. She immediately activated her escape technique, fleeing faster than anyone else and leaving the rest of the Beast King Valley cultivators behind.
As the highest-level cultivator present, her escape light was particularly noticeable, and it naturally caught Lan Chang'an’s attention.
"Hehe! So it’s Fairy Zhu. Seeing an old acquaintance, why not stay and catch up with me?"
Lan Chang'an sat atop the giant turtle, speaking with a smile, his tone gentle and refined, showing no hint of killing intent.
There was no need for him to personally give chase. The Profound Water Turtle’s water-light flying technique easily closed the distance between them.
Whoosh!
Dozens of dark water arrows, each about a foot long, streaked through the air, leaving afterimages as they automatically tracked and pierced the fleeing Beast King Valley cultivators.
Every Beast King Valley cultivator and spirit beast within sight fell to the ground, blood gushing from their chests, lifeless.
The three surviving merchant association cultivators, who had not been attacked, stood dumbfounded, watching the scene unfold.
"The Profound Water Turtle... the Evergreen True Monarch..."
One of the elderly Foundation Establishment cultivators, gazing at the white-robed figure atop the giant turtle, confirmed his identity from distant memories.
"It’s him! A legendary figure in Liang Kingdom’s loose cultivator world, who once lay low in the Jing Kingdom and left behind verifiable traces of his Core Formation breakthrough."
The nearby Fake Dan middle-aged man suddenly understood.
Both of them found it hard to believe that the Turtle Immortal, the Evergreen Immortal, once known for his cowardice and running away, had returned a century later as a Nascent Soul True Monarch, standing above the masses of the cultivation world.
"This... is the might of a True Monarch."
The youngest Foundation Establishment cultivator among the survivors, a black-robed youth, murmured to himself.
He gazed at the white-robed man atop the Profound Water Turtle, his eyes filled with admiration and reverence.
"Congratulations, True Monarch Lan, on your glorious return to your homeland."
The black-robed youth, seizing the moment, mustered his courage and bowed deeply toward the distant white-robed figure on the giant turtle.
"Brother Lan, you mustn’t do this, don’t be so presumptuous..."
"We’re just lowly Foundation Establishment cultivators. How can we casually address a True Monarch!?"
The elderly Foundation Establishment cultivator and the Fake Dan middle-aged man were startled, wishing they could grab the black-robed youth and silence him.
Nascent Soul old monsters were known for their unpredictable temperaments, and this one had just casually killed an early Core Formation demonic cultivator at the drop of a hat.
In the distance, the Profound Water Turtle continued to ride the waves, its speed unwavering.
Perhaps due to the distance, the True Monarch didn’t seem to hear the black-robed youth’s voice.
True Monarch Lan stood with his hands behind his back, not turning around.
Suddenly, a hearty, cheerful laugh reached the ears of the three survivors:
"Haha! You are the first to congratulate me as True Monarch Lan upon my return to Eastern Great Qing. Here’s a reward!"
With a gentle wave of his sleeve, the True Monarch on the giant turtle sent a leather pouch containing spirit stones and a pill bottle flying through the air, landing in the hands of the black-robed youth.
"Thank you, True Monarch."
The black-robed youth, overjoyed, immediately bowed in gratitude.
The elderly Foundation Establishment cultivator and the Fake Dan middle-aged man couldn’t help but feel envious, regretting their hesitation.
A casual gift from a True Monarch was a significant opportunity for ordinary cultivators, and it might even be a life-saving talisman.
"Congratulations, True Monarch Lan..."
The two knelt and bowed, their voices filled with emotion, but there was no reward in response.
(End of chapter)
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