Chapter 505

"Is this the Book of Longevity?" Wanwan flipped through the book woven from profound gold threads, "It's just like ghostly scribbles—impossible to understand."

【Ding, you sold the Book of Longevity and received 500 points.】

"Huh? It's even more expensive than the Devil's Maxims? Impossible!"

The Devil's Maxims—this was the supreme Wu Gong of the Yin Gui Sect; completing its eighteen layers granted the status of Supreme Grand Master, enough to dominate the world.

But then she remembered how the Book of Longevity had forged two powerhouse protagonists in the original story, and she found it reasonable.

"Though I can't understand it, a single illustration could birth a Grand Master—its essence must be extraordinarily high."

With a sigh, she glanced at Shi Long, who was pretending to be dead, and said, "For the sake of the Dao Jun, I'll spare your life."

As soon as she spoke, Wanwan's figure vanished from the bamboo chamber.

Shi Long, still trembling with fear, waited a while before sitting up, his eyes still filled with terror.

"This demoness is terrifyingly strong!"

Today, as usual, he was meditating on the Book of Longevity when he flipped a page—and suddenly the book vanished, replaced by a young woman in the bamboo chamber.

He rushed to seize it, but in one move, he was left half-dead.

Luckily, he played dead and escaped death.

"Wait—she clearly saw through my act, so why didn't she kill me outright?" Shi Long puzzled. "'For the sake of the Dao Jun'—who is the Dao Jun?"

After thinking for a while, Shi Long felt his head was about to burst.

Then he felt pain in his abdomen and immediately activated his primordial true qi to heal his wounds.

By evening, Shi Long slowly regained consciousness, feeling his injuries had greatly improved.

"According to that demoness, the secrets of the Book of Longevity have been leaked—I can't stay here anymore."

What about reporting to the imperial court that he'd lost the Book of Longevity?

Hah, who would believe it?

Even if they did, it wouldn't stop them from casually ending his life.

After all, to the imperial court, killing a primordial-level expert was no different from killing a chicken.

Shi Long had been born and raised here; he knew the court's ways too well to harbor any illusions about them.

He packed his belongings quietly and slipped away from Yangzhou.

…

On the other side.

Having sold the Book of Longevity, Wanwan had lost her target.

Fight Shi Feixuan?

No need—she had reached the true qi realm; she was practically invincible in the world!

She no longer cared about her former ambitions.

Steal secret techniques from other sects?

Those paltry scraps didn't warrant her personal effort—let the Shengmen disciples handle it.

"Cousin Bian!"

At that moment, a shadow appeared like a phantom, silently approaching.

Wanwan frowned, waved her hand—and with a sharp crack, the intruder was instantly pulverized into pulp by air pressure.

"Farewell, Cousin Bian!" Wanwan smiled lightly. "So ugly and still dares to come near me—you practically begged for death."

"Master has arrived—perfect, I'll go see her."

Her clear voice echoed, and Wanwan's figure vanished from the spot.

Moments later.

She reappeared inside a peasant's farmhouse.

Though Shengmen disciples held high status, they were still rats in the gutter—unable to face the sun, forced to hide and skulk.

"Chuan'er, why are you here so soon?" A voluptuous, noble-looking young woman in the room asked. "Where's Cousin Bian?"

"Master, Cousin Bian was too rude—I killed him," Wanwan giggled. "Master, you won't be angry, will you?"

Zhu Yuyan frowned. "You killed Cousin Bian?"

"Mm." Wanwan nodded.

Zhu Yuyan sighed. "You… this time I'll let it pass, but don't do it again. Our Shengmen has so few talents—if we keep killing each other, what will we have left to fight the Cihang Jingzhai?"

"Yes." Wanwan felt warmth in her heart—at least her Master stood by her. "Master, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Zhu Yuyan asked. "Did you find out the Cihang Jingzhai's plan?"

Wanwan nodded, then shook her head. "I've learned the Cihang Jingzhai's plan. But it's not important."

Zhu Yuyan was puzzled, staring at her disciple—she felt strangely unfamiliar, as if the girl had become someone else.

For the Yin Gui Sect, what could possibly matter more than the Cihang Jingzhai's scheme?

"What could be more important than the Cihang Jingzhai?" Zhu Yuyan asked. "I'd like to hear you explain, Chuan'er."

"Master, I've received a celestial connection!" Wanwan whispered.

Though her voice was soft, it struck like thunder—Zhu Yuyan froze in place.

"A celestial connection?"

"We cultivators don't believe in the foolish tales of immortals. Chuan'er, have you been deceived?"

Wanwan shook her head—and vanished in the next instant.

She reappeared beside Zhu Yuyan.

Zhu Yuyan gasped, about to speak—when she realized her body was utterly frozen, immobilized in place.

This sent a cold sweat cascading down Zhu Yuyan's spine.

Wanwan, though a genius of the Shengmen, had cultivated for too short a time to match her vast superiority.

Zhu Yuyan was extremely confident; even if ten Wanwans attacked her at once, she could easily crush them.

Yet she never imagined that after Wanwan had left only briefly, her strength had reached this terrifying level—before she could react, Wanwan had already frozen her in place.

"Even a Grand Master does not possess such power."

Zhu Yuyan gazed at Wanwan, her eyes filled with inquiry.

Wanwan reached out and unsealed Zhu Yuyan's acupoints.

"Master, do I believe you now?"

"I believe somewhat," Zhu Yuyan mused. "Why has your strength grown so much? Could it be the Saint Emperor's Relic?"

"No," Wanwan shook her head. "Master, come outside with me."

Zhu Yuyan, puzzled, followed Wanwan outside.

Then she saw Wanwan raise her small hand and strike a nearby small hill.

The next instant, that small hill was utterly reduced to ash.

Zhu Yuyan was stunned.

"This… this an illusion?"

After focusing for a moment, she looked again at the hill—her vision remained empty.

That small hill had truly vanished!

"This… this is real?"

Wanwan said confidently: "Master, of course it's real! Let's go inside and discuss it properly."

Zhu Yuyan steadied herself, then nodded: "Alright."

Moments later.

After hearing Wanwan's account, Zhu Yuyan remained speechless for a long time.

"An immortal who lives forever?"

"A snake demon?"

"A god?"

"These are all truly real!"

"Wan'er, it seems you truly encountered a great fortune."

Zhu Yuyan sighed deeply. "I never imagined our Shengmen would flourish under your hands."

"Master, this is not merely my fortune—it is also the fortune of our Yin Gui Sect!" Wanwan smiled. "You have nurtured me for years—how could I forget your kindness?"

Saying this, she took out a porcelain bottle.