Chapter 447: Resolving Grudges, Azhu Steals the Bride (2/7, Request Subscription)

"Sister Azhu, isn't it dangerous for us to enter Wuxi City so openly?" A Bi said with concern.

Azhu's expression was calm: "If they cause trouble, it's them who'll suffer. What trouble could we possibly have?"

"The Immortal is right," Jiumo Zhi agreed. "Even if all the people under heaven were bound together, they still wouldn't be enough for the Immortal to fight."

Among all martial artists under heaven, even the strongest could only run a single round through ten thousand troops—and still couldn't guarantee they wouldn't get hurt or die.

But what is Azhu's current state?

Forget ten thousand troops—even a few hundred thousand elite soldiers would turn to pulp beneath a single palm strike.

This gap is unimaginable, like a heavenly chasm, utterly impossible to cross.

"If these people come to stir up trouble, it'll be another massacre," Duan Yu sighed. "Alas, when will mortals ever stop chasing fame and profit?"

Jiumo Zhi laughed: "Young Master Duan is so detached. Before the chance of longevity, not even ordinary martial artists can sit still—let alone the Emperor." "420"

After walking a while, Azhu suddenly said: "National Master, you may leave on your own. As for Duan Yu, come with me."

In an instant, she moved, dragging A Bi and Duan Yu away, vanishing before their eyes.

Jiumo Zhi had intended to linger a bit longer, but they had already left outright.

They arrived in the wilderness.

Azhu stopped and casually pulled out a porcelain bottle. "Duan Yu, here are two elixirs. Take them yourself—don't let anyone catch you again."

As she spoke, she paused, then tapped a finger forward—a streak of light landed on Duan Yu's forehead.

"Sister Azhu, what is this?" A Bi asked, puzzled.

Azhu sighed: "Family matters. Young Master Duan, my grudge with your Duan family is settled. Don't come looking for me again."

Saying this, she pulled A Bi and walked away.

Duan Yu stood frozen for a while, absorbing the Wu Gong in his mind, trembling all over in shock.

"Sister Azhu just passed on to me a technique reaching the fifth level of true qi in the flesh—does this mean I have a chance at transcendence?"

"Why is she being so kind to me?"

Duan Yu pondered deeply, then suddenly a flash of insight struck him: "Could she also be… my father's daughter outside the family?"

He recalled Azhu's parting words—My grudge with your Duan family is settled.

"Of course—it's another mess my father caused. I've gained another sister!"

"Alas!"

For a moment, Duan Yu's mind was a tangle of confusion.

He found an open patch of ground, opened the porcelain bottle, and swallowed one of the elixirs named Xixi Dan.

Moments later, he felt utterly at ease, as if reborn.

The Beiming Shen Gong, which he had only glanced at once before, now took root in his mind, indelible—the thirty-six illustrations vivid and complete, not a single detail missing.

He swallowed the second elixir, activated his cultivation technique, and within moments, his physical strength reached the fifth level—power so immense it was inconceivable.