Novel Full Chapter 1326 - 687: It’s Done!
Chapter 1326 - 687: It’s Done!
"Hong Yun! What do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?"
Hong Yun shook his head, a tired smile on his face.
"No, I’m really at my limit. To persist further would only harm my foundation."
He paused for a moment.
"However, you’re not much better off, are you?"
Mi Yingzong was silent for a moment and finally sighed.
"Hmph! At least you have some keen eyesight."
The two exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, and the tense atmosphere finally eased.
Although they competed with each other, as geniuses of Qinghe Holy Land, there was also a mutual appreciation between them.
"I’m leaving first."
Hong Yun turned and walked toward the exit, his steps somewhat unsteady.
"Mi Yingzong, next time we meet, I will surpass you."
"In your dreams!"
Mi Yingzong shouted after him.
"Next time, I will make sure you can’t even see my shadow!"
Hong Yun didn’t look back, just waved his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared into the mist of the magma.
Mi Yingzong looked in the direction of Hong Yun’s departure, then glanced down into the depths of the magma, a complex expression in his eyes.
"Gu Sheng..."
He murmured the name softly.
"What secret do you have?"
Deep within the magma, Gu Sheng was entirely immersed in his cultivation.
He did not know that he had become the focus of others’ attention, nor did he know that a conspiracy was brewing against him.
Outside Golden Crow Mountain, a figure was hidden in the dense grass, eyes fixed intently on the activity at the mountain’s entrance.
"Why hasn’t he come out yet..."
Long Teng muttered curses under his breath, a cold glint in his eyes.
As a Core Disciple, he shouldn’t be hiding in such a disgraceful manner.
But to uncover Gu Sheng’s secret, he had to lower himself to wait here like a hunter.
"What kind of treasure did Daoist Yong’an give him?"
Long Teng gnashed his teeth.
"How could a mere Disciple possibly train in the depths of Golden Crow Mountain for so long..."
Suddenly, there was some commotion at the mountain entrance.
Long Teng immediately held his breath, his entire body tense.
Yet, the one walking out wasn’t Gu Sheng but one of the five major Body Refiners, Hong Yun.
"Damn it!"
Long Teng cursed inwardly, instinctively looking away and shrinking further into the grass.
Hong Yun walked out of the mountain entrance, taking a deep breath of fresh air, a delighted expression on his face.
Though exhausted, there was a gleam of excitement in his eyes—this training had raised his physical strength to a new level.
Long Teng watched Hong Yun secretly, a sense of reverence swelling within him.
As a Core Disciple, he knew Hong Yun’s name well—one of the five promising Body Refiners of Qinghe Holy Land, who had already reached the Heavenly Palace Realm.
"How could such a monster come out of Golden Crow Mountain?"
Long Teng’s heart was filled with doubt and confusion.
"Could he also know Gu Sheng?"
While Long Teng was lost in thought, Hong Yun seemed to sense something, his sharp gaze sweeping over the bush where Long Teng hid.
Long Teng’s whole body went rigid, his heart almost stopping.
Fortunately, Hong Yun only glanced casually, then turned to leave, seemingly uninterested in the small creatures within the grass.
In a simple wooden hut, an oil lamp flickered with a weak light, casting two shadows on the mottled wall.
Hong Yun knelt on a meditation mat.
"Master, Disciple saw with my own eyes, that person did reach the final area and..."
Hong Yun’s voice trembled slightly.
"And he surpassed me."
Luomu Taoist, who had been resting with eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open, two beams of sharp light shooting forth like electricity.
The jade bead he was rotating in his hand abruptly stopped, producing a crisp collision sound.
"What did you say?"
Luomu Taoist’s voice was low and hoarse.
"Heavenly Palace Realm?"
"Absolutely, Disciple dares not deceive."
Hong Yun lowered his head.
"The aura of that person is indeed only at the Heavenly Palace Realm, yet he was able to linger in the final area for over three hours, even..."
"Even what?"
"Even train there."
Hong Yun looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Master, you know, even I can only hold out for an hour in that place."
Luomu Taoist slowly stood, his broad Daoist robe fluttering without wind.
He walked to the window, staring into the distance in the direction of Golden Crow Mountain, silent for a long while.
"Relying on a Magical Treasure isn’t impossible..."
Luomu Taoist muttered to himself.
"But to simultaneously withstand pressure, absorb energy, and temper the body..."
He turned and stared at Hong Yun.
"Are you sure he didn’t use some unique method?"
Hong Yun clenched his teeth.
"Disciple saw with my own eyes that the person was enveloped by a strange aura, something beyond ordinary Protective Gang Qi. Moreover..."
He hesitated for a moment.
"Disciple suspects that it might be a Treasure bestowed by Master Yong’an."
"Yong’an?"
Luomu Taoist frowned.
"He indeed has been frequenting Golden Crow Mountain recently..."
"Master, perhaps we should ask Master Yong’an?"
Hong Yun suggested.
"If it truly is a Treasure granted by him, he likely wouldn’t hide it."
Luomu Taoist pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Alright. That old coot Yong’an has recently been fishing for the riverbed monster; let’s go find him now."
They made their preparations and stepped out the door.
The night was as dark as ink, only the summit of Golden Crow Mountain dimly visible, glowing crimson like the eye of a slumbering giant.
Meanwhile, at the deepest part of Golden Crow Mountain.
Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes, with what seemed like a golden flame flickering within his pupils.
He felt the surging strength within, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
"Finally... reached the limit."
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.
"This Yang Qi of Golden Crow Mountain truly lives up to its name."
He stood up, stretching his muscles a bit.
His once fair skin now glowed with a faint gold, the muscle lines more distinct, each inch containing explosive power.