Chapter 522: Advancement, Abundant Vitality

I am over three hundred years old, the youngest of the twelve people.

Xiao Shisan, how old are you?

Xiao Shier's face was full of curiosity as she looked at Jiang Yun Chu's eyes, which were full of anticipation.

For these past few hundred years, she has always been the youngest; she wishes for a little sister so she would no longer be the youngest.

"Perhaps… twenty‑four years old?" Jiang Yun Chu suddenly felt embarrassed to say her age.

Xiao Shier also widened her eyes, "What did you say? How old are you?"

Jiang Yun Chu sighed, "Twenty‑four."

Even though Xiao Shier felt she was young, she never expected her to be this young.

"You're so little." Twelve looked at Jiang Yun Chu, then firmly patted her shoulder, "I finally have a little sister, Xiao Shisan; from now on I'll protect you."

Her gaze was so pure; how could such a wonderful person end up in the Lost Land?

This place holds too many secrets.

Having come, she should settle in; she seemed to relax as well.

"Please take care of me, Sister Shier." Jiang Yun Chu smiled, her skin fair, her brows and eyes curved, her whole presence exuding a hint of tranquility and elegance.

"Sure."

Such a wonderful person ought to be cherished.

"You should cultivate quickly; although the spiritual power in the Lost Land is insufficient, it should be far more abundant than in a small world, so I won't disturb you."

"Remember to eat your meals; they were specially allocated for you by Mister, so you needn't have any worries."

"In fact, you'll gradually discover that the people here are all very good."

"They simply don't want to break the current peace; they're also afraid."

Twelve gave many instructions, then left the room.

On her little face, the former anxiety was gone, replaced by a hint of joy.

"How is it? Where does she come from?" The others, waiting in a huge house, saw Twelve walk in and some asked anxiously.

I don't know why, but this time Xiao Shier was gone for so long.

Twelve no longer had her former timidity or innocence, yet her face bore a hint of a smile.

"She is twenty‑four years old; everyone knows that in Zhongzhou, one only opens the spiritual power source at a hundred years of age."

"Mister must have checked her bone age; otherwise he wouldn't have directly arranged a wooden house for her."

When Twelve spoke, her words were clear and orderly, without fear or dread.

Those waiting for news finally felt truly at ease.

"No one has come for two hundred years; suddenly a person appears—I'm really afraid they're a spy sent by the Divine Palace."

A woman laughed, pulled her golden long hair up high, sighed, and said, "Mister cares more about this than we do; since Mister said there's no problem, this person must be fine."

"Xiao Liu, assign this person to your unit." The woman looked at a youth in white robes holding a folding fan, who had remained silent.

When his name was called, he slowly lifted his head, then looked at Twelve and asked, "What did she say?"

Twelve leaned back in her chair and said, "She said she'd like to be in my squad."

"Since she's here and can't leave anytime soon, being a friend not a foe, let her join my squad."

"I'll bring her along, starting from low‑rank spiritual beasts, making gradual progress."

In her eyes shone a glimmer of hope; for some reason, this person's arrival seemed to light up her hope.

The hope of leaving this place, the hope of taking revenge on the Divine Palace.

In her lifetime, she will surely leave this place to avenge her parents—definitely!

"You think highly of him." A person in a big red robe took a sip of red liquid, lounged affectingly, gazed at Xiao Shier's appearance, and softly voiced her inner thoughts.

Those who fell into the Lost Land no longer spoke their former names; here they kept only their numerical designations, and aside from Mister, no one knew their true names or backgrounds.

"Yes, I think highly of her."

Twelve showed no hesitation, firmly nodding.

The others fell silent for a moment.

"Old Three and the others have been gone a long time; we don't know when they'll return." Old Big, the muscular man, tapped the table, his eyes showing some worry.

This place is only this big; they must explore different areas to find a way out.

While they were holding a meeting here, Jiang Yun Chu had already begun cultivating; even though this is merely the Lost Land, the spiritual power is a hundred‑to‑a‑thousand times that of Da Ning, thanks to Little Profound Heaven—no matter how chaotic the spiritual power, after being purified by Little Profound Heaven it enters Jiang Yun Chu's meridians in its purest state.

That green spiritual power continuously circulated in her meridians; with each heavenly circuit, her whole body resembled a great tree, and those spiritual powers, like the tree's children, vied to rush from her pores into her dantian.

"What a powerful spiritual power conversion rate." The people in the meeting suddenly felt a strong spiritual power vortex; they rushed out of the house and saw the new wooden house, above which a spiritual power vortex spun continuously, like a whale inhaling and exhaling, directly drawing those spiritual powers into the vortex.

"This…"

Everyone gaped; not only in the Lost Land, but even back in Zhongzhou, no one had ever heard of anyone capable of creating such a great spiritual power vortex.

"Twelve, I think I'm starting to trust your judgment." The person in the big red robe gazed at the spiritual power vortex, and a hint of hope appeared in their eyes.

In this neither‑human‑nor‑ghost place, they can persist in living because they have unresolved grudges and people they cannot let go of.

Isn't their ultimate goal simply to leave?

When they were about to lose hope, she appeared.

Mister closed his eyes, gently shook his head, and said, "This little fellow is surprisingly remarkable."

Then he waved his hand, drawing spiritual power from afar to gather around the new wooden house.

Jiang Yun Chu, who had been suppressing her breakthrough, suddenly felt the immense surge of spiritual power.

"It seems… I no longer need to suppress it." She lightly curled the corner of her mouth.

This feeling of not needing to suppress is wonderful.

Spiritual power poured down from the heavens; the pressure gathering on her body kept shifting, suddenly she felt intense pain throughout, her meridians breaking inch by inch, but the new spiritual power followed behind, mending them inch by inch.

When a person endures great pain, but for the meridians, it is a kind of new rebirth.

Broken Meridian Realm.

"What kind of spiritual power is she? How could she have such strong vitality?" Old Two's hand, which was tidying his blond hair, suddenly froze.

At the moment Jiang Yun Chu advanced, when the heaven and earth spiritual power fed back, that spiritual power carried immense vitality and majestic life force.

Mister had originally just been sitting calmly, but suddenly stood up.

He sensed a familiar aura; with just a sway, he was already standing at the door of the new wooden hut.