I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

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At the heart of the Fragrant Grass Oasis, ten li deep into the verdant landscape stood the mountain gate of the Xuan Yin Pavilion.

A clear, meandering river wove through ancient, elegant palace halls, pavilions, gardens, and artificial hills.

On a stone platform along the riverbank stood a woman dressed in palace robes, her silk ribbons fluttering lightly, exuding a faint and refreshing fragrance.

She seemed like an ethereal fairy from a painting—her delicate features, crescent-shaped brows, and graceful demeanor radiating an otherworldly charm.

“I’ve waited for so long, and finally, Mister Xu is here,” the woman said, her smile soft and enchanting.

Fairy Ni Yue’s serene, moonlit eyes gazed at the refined middle-aged man standing before her, whom she had not seen in four or five years.

Her voice, clear and melodious like pearls falling onto a jade plate, carried a musical quality that lingered in Lan Chang'an’s ears.

“I’m humbled to have kept Fairy Ni Yue waiting,” Lan Chang'an responded with a polite cupped-hand salute.

Seeing the renowned number one beauty of Liang Kingdom again, even without any ulterior thoughts, her elegant presence was a feast for the eyes, lifting his spirits.

Her fate had indeed changed!

Lan Chang'an instinctively studied her beautiful face, discerning the subtle shifts in her aura.

The once faint gray hue of misfortune and the shadow of impending doom had significantly diminished, now softened by a faint trace of violet light.

If her fate had been one of great calamity and mortal peril before, it had now eased to merely an ominous sign of moderate misfortune.

“Mister Xu, you said you couldn't read faces,” Fairy Ni Yue teased lightly, a playful pout on her lips as a hint of charming reproach danced in her expression.

“I only dabble in it superficially—it’s hardly worth mentioning,” Lan Chang'an replied with a gentle smile, not denying it this time.

Fairy Ni Yue was no naive fool. She had harbored some suspicions about him since their last encounter at the auction.

“In two months, the Xuan Yin Pavilion will celebrate the creation of our new mountain gate and will extend invitations to many Daoist friends. At that time, the numerous female disciples of the Xuan Yin Hall from the nearby immortal cities will gather here at the mountain gate for the first time,” Fairy Ni Yue explained, her graceful figure standing elegantly by the riverbank as her palace robes swayed with the breeze.

Her words carried an underlying meaning: Lan Chang'an was among the first to witness the new mountain gate, ahead of many other cultivators of the Xuan Yin Pavilion.

“Mister Xu is merely an ordinary Core Formation cultivator. How could I possibly deserve such attention from the revered Sect Leader Ni Yue?” Lan Chang'an’s gaze flickered as he spoke, his tone laced with genuine puzzlement.

Even as a third-rank alchemist, a highly esteemed and rare profession in Fengyuan Kingdom, it seemed unlikely that someone at the peak of mid Core Formation stage—a sect leader, no less—would regard him so highly.

Fairy Ni Yue chuckled softly, her smile as calm as a moonlit night. “The Xuan Yin Pavilion’s criteria for selecting male guest elders are not solely based on skill or talent—we place even greater emphasis on character. Years ago, Mister Xu saved Ruotong and the others, displaying noble integrity that commands admiration.”

“People’s hearts are hard to fathom. Fairy, we’ve only met twice. Do you truly trust my character?” Lan Chang'an felt her reasoning was somewhat tenuous.

“My zither arts have reached the level of ‘Zither Heart Illumination.’ By engaging in close interaction, I can generally discern the goodness or malice within someone’s heart,” Fairy Ni Yue said calmly, her dignified posture unwavering.

This ability, she revealed, had enabled the Xuan Yin Pavilion to purge and expel several malicious guest elders in the early years of its establishment.

Zither Heart Illumination?

Others might have been awestruck by this revelation, easily fooled by her seemingly profound claim.

But with his Nascent Soul-level insight, Lan Chang'an understood the truth: while Zither Heart Illumination represented extraordinary zither mastery, relying on it to judge a person’s heart was far from foolproof.

Against lower-realm cultivators or those unfamiliar with its workings, this ability might be effective. But when faced with cultivators of the same level who were vigilant or possessed certain protective treasures, its accuracy would falter.

“Mister Xu need not overthink it. All that matters is that neither of us harbors ill intentions toward the other,” Fairy Ni Yue said softly, her lips curving slightly, her voice as gentle as a bubbling spring.

In truth, her explanation omitted certain details.

After the auction years ago, when Lan Chang'an had scrutinized her fate, Fairy Ni Yue couldn’t help but ponder the encounter in depth.

Three years later, she sought out a reclusive divination master in the heart of the Fengyuan Kingdom, offering a song as tribute to gain a single prophecy.

The diviner told her that she was indeed a beauty destined for misfortune, with a calamity written into her fate. However, she had encountered a benefactor who provided her with a chance at survival, though the crisis had not yet been fully averted.

When she asked for clues about this benefactor, the diviner said it was likely someone she had interacted with, as her fate would not have shifted otherwise.

Looking back over the years, Fairy Ni Yue reviewed the individuals she had interacted with. The only person she found truly enigmatic was none other than Mister Xu.

…

"Pavilion Master Ni Yue’s words are reasonable," Lan Chang'an remarked, no longer probing further into the matter. It was clear that neither of them harbored ill intentions, which was all that mattered.

The female cultivators who originally fled to the desert to establish Xuan Yin Pavilion had all been victims of harsh fates.

In order to survive and ensure the continuation of their sect, using their beauty and musical arts to achieve certain goals was understandable—a natural response to their circumstances.

“Might Immortal Xu be willing to stay in the Fragrant Grass Oasis for two months, until the day of the opening celebration? Any of the female musicians in our pavilion would be delighted to perform a song for you,” Fairy Ni Yue said, her brows and eyes picturesque, her invitation carrying a hint of hopeful anticipation.

“Any female musician? Does that include the Pavilion Master herself?” Lan Chang'an asked with a faint smile.

“Naturally,” Fairy Ni Yue replied with a gentle nod, her clear eyes glancing at him briefly.

“Very well,” Lan Chang'an agreed, appearing as though he was captivated by her beauty and music.

In truth, that was partly the case.

In the immortal cultivation world of the former Liang Kingdom, it was a rare luxury for an ordinary Core Formation cultivator to meet Fairy Ni Yue, let alone hear her perform a private piece.

As the Pavilion Master of Xuan Yin, her mastery of music and zither arts was unparalleled. Even a single performance from her could help soothe and refine the state of mind of a Core Formation cultivator.

Lan Chang'an himself would benefit from such an opportunity.

“If Mister Xu stays a little longer, you might come to love this place,” Fairy Ni Yue said with a subtle glimmer of joy in her heart. She hadn’t expected him to change his mind and agree so readily.

Based on his usual temperament, even soft pleas might not have worked.

If he was willing to remain in the Fragrant Grass Oasis, the likelihood of him becoming a guest elder of Xuan Yin Pavilion would significantly increase.

“Huan’er, arrange an upper-class residence for Mister Xu,” Fairy Ni Yue instructed after a brief conversation.

She then called over a petite maid in a green dress, who appeared delicate and agile.

“This way, Mister Xu. I will guide you,” said the maid, whose name was Li Huan. Her cultivation was at the Fake Dan stage.

Although her status as a maid seemed lowly, in reality, she was one of Fairy Ni Yue’s most trusted confidants, having served her for nearly two centuries.

“Thank you, Miss Huan,” Lan Chang'an said, glancing at the green-dressed maid. Her beauty was comparable to that of Guan Qiaozhi from his past life, yet in the Xuan Yin Pavilion, where flowers vied for beauty, she wasn’t particularly eye-catching.

“Here we are, Mister Xu,” Li Huan said after leading him to an elegant riverside courtyard.

Lan Chang'an expressed his gratitude and entered the courtyard residence.

As he settled in, he noticed Li Huan heading toward a nearby residence.

“Fairy Huan, have you used up the last batch of perfume again?”

The owner of the neighboring residence was a refined young man in white, with a warm and pleasant voice.

Lan Chang'an raised an eyebrow in surprise—it turned out that Alchemist Dongfang was living next door.

The soft glow in Li Huan’s eyes betrayed her feelings for Dongfang Xifang.

It was evident that she had deliberately arranged Lan Chang'an’s lodging here so she could drop by to see the man she admired.

Alas, it was a one-sided affection—like falling petals met by an indifferent stream. Dongfang Xi treated her politely but showed no romantic interest.

Li Huan didn’t seem discouraged and took her leave with laughter as clear as wind chimes.

“Mister Xu, it seems we’re neighbors now. What a coincidence,” Dongfang Xi said with a smile, greeting Lan Chang'an warmly.

The two exchanged pleasantries briefly but did not delve into deeper conversation.

...

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Lan Chang'an enjoyed the benefits of the mid-grade third-rank spiritual vein in the oasis, making his cultivation sessions particularly comfortable. He lived leisurely and contentedly in the Fragrant Grass Oasis.

Though Fairy Ni Yue only visited him once, each day, there were graceful and talented women who accompanied him, performing dances and melodies.

Among the cultivators of Xuan Yin Pavilion’s Fragrant Grass Oasis, three Core Formation female immortals stood out as unparalleled beauties, all of whom Lan Chang'an had met.

The first, of course, was Fairy Ni Yue—peerlessly stunning, outshining all others.

The second was Fairy Jiang, a classical beauty with a refined and serene temperament, reminiscent of an untainted green lotus rising from muddy waters.

The third was Fairy Bai, draped in a snow-white dress, cold and ethereal. Her elegance was like a startled swan, or a goddess walking under the moonlight.

Lan Chang'an had only met Fairy Bai once.

She was aloof by nature. Even when facing an esteemed guest like “Mister Xu,” she barely showed any warmth.

Carrying out the Pavilion Master’s task, she played a flute piece for him—ethereal as raindrops, tranquil and serene. Almost no words were exchanged between them.

However, this seemingly cold Fairy Bai showed a different side to her neighbor, Dongfang Xi. She was willing to linger and chat with him for a while longer.

It seemed that, in her eyes, Dongfang Xi was the only male cultivator among Xuan Yin Pavilion’s guest elders who was worthy of her notice.

As for Lan Chang'an, with his Fake Dan cultivation and older age, even as a third-rank alchemist, he held no allure in terms of future potential.

“Interesting…”

Rather than feeling slighted, Lan Chang'an chuckled softly, finding amusement in the contrasting personalities of Xuan Yin Pavilion’s female immortals.

Were it any other recruited cultivator, such treatment would easily stir up their desire to conquer one of these fairies.

On the evening of the seventh day.

Above the oasis, dark clouds rolled in, and fierce winds howled, stirring up a massive sandstorm that spiraled into the heavens like yellow dragons.

“A sandstorm is coming!”

Lan Chang'an observed the shifting weather. Having cultivated in the desert for so many years, he was no stranger to such harsh conditions.

The outer regions of the Xuan Yin Pavilion were not like the Ice and Snow Sacred Mountain or the Eight Desolate Cities, which had been reshaped by centuries of environmental manipulation.

Here, large-scale sandstorms contained the power of heaven and earth, comparable to wide-area first- or second-rank dust storm spells.

During such times, survival for low-level cultivators in the desert became extremely challenging. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators could face mortal danger if caught in the storm.

However, oases and immortal cities fortified by protective formations served as sanctuaries for many cultivators.

Fragrant Grass Oasis was guarded by a third-rank sect-protecting formation, impervious to wind and sand.

While the outside world was shrouded in oppressive darkness and raging yellow sand, the oasis within remained a tranquil haven of flowing streams and lush greenery.

This stark contrast further calmed the hearts of the cultivators residing within the oasis.

...

“Mister Xu, even you have the leisure to enjoy this?”

In the neighboring residence, Dongfang Xi gazed at the sandstorm outside. His smile was brighter than usual, a striking contrast to the dim and chaotic atmosphere beyond the oasis.

“Indeed. This sandstorm is a once-in-a-century spectacle—truly magnificent,” Lan Chang'an said with a nod.

Dongfang Xi chuckled faintly but made no comment.

This Mister Xu was clearly exaggerating.

The scale of the current sandstorm was impressive but not unprecedented—storms like this occurred every three to five years in the surrounding ten-thousand-li region.

“I’ve heard that Mister Xu is skilled in divination and face-reading?”

“A little bit,” Lan Chang'an replied casually.

“Oh? Then, may I ask—has Mister Xu recently read his own fortune?”

Dongfang Xi’s refined face carried a faint, sly smile. Framed by the swirling yellow sand and dark clouds outside, his expression held a subtle, sinister charm.

Hearing this, Lan Chang'an’s face shifted slightly. Instinctively, he began calculating his fortune but was met with an inexplicable resistance, as though something was obscuring the heavens.

Just then—

BOOM!

A deafening roar erupted from outside the oasis as the howling sandstorm tore through the sky.

The third-rank protective formation surrounding the oasis flickered with tri-colored light, trembling violently.

Moments later, the oppressive yellow clouds and sandstorm parted, as if the heavens had been ripped open. Lava and flames poured through the tear, surging downward.

RUMBLE!

A massive mountain of flames, inscribed with fiery golden Dao patterns, radiated waves of destructive heat as it slammed into the protective formation with earth-shattering force.

At that moment, the ground beneath the entire oasis trembled faintly. All living beings quivered in fear, their cries echoing, as if sensing the approach of apocalypse.

“Enemy attack!”

“Not good! A late-stage Core Formation Great Cultivator!”

The female cultivators of Xuan Yin Pavilion were startled out of their wits, their hearts pounding as they scrambled in panic.

“All disciples, assemble! Defend against the intruders!”

Fairy Ni Yue, dressed in her flowing palace robes, gripped the formation command token and ascended into the skies above the oasis, rallying the cultivators.

The three True Dan cultivators, Fairy Jiang, Fairy Bai, and Dongfang Xi immediately flew to Fairy Ni Yue’s side.

“Everyone, don’t panic! With the third-rank formation, even if it's a late-stage Core Formation Great Cultivator, we will be able to defend ourselves!” Dongfang Xi called out, his voice calm and reassuring as he flew to join Fairy Bai.

Seeing Dongfang Xi taking such an active role in the defense, Fairy Bai’s cold, moonlit eyes softened slightly, showing a trace of approval.

Her gaze then shifted past him, landing on Lan Chang'an, who was lagging far behind the others, seemingly indifferent to the situation.

Since he was not a Xuan Yin Pavilion cultivator, Fairy Bai refrained from rebuking him.

“Fairy Bai! Watch out for Dongfang—!”

Lan Chang'an suddenly shouted a warning, his voice urgent.

Dongfang Xi’s earlier words and behavior had stirred suspicions in Lan Chang'an’s mind.

This man’s disguise was meticulous, flawless even, yet at the moment of the enemy’s assault, a subtle slip in his facade had not escaped Lan Chang'an’s keen perception.

BOOM! CRACK!

The third-rank formation trembled once more as the flaming mountain struck again, tearing a thin crack into the shimmering tri-colored barrier.

The deafening roar drowned out Lan Chang'an’s voice.

“How could it be breached so quickly?! The attackers have found the formation’s weak point far too easily!”

Fairy Ni Yue’s face paled in shock, unprepared for this sudden development.

The oasis’s mid-grade third-rank formation, though newly established and not yet fully reinforced, should not have been so vulnerable.

“Could there be a traitor within the pavilion? Or perhaps the formation master who set it up has been bribed,” Fairy Jiang said gravely, channeling her spiritual power into the formation flag to assist Fairy Ni Yue in reinforcing the protective barrier.

Meanwhile—

“Pfft! Ugh—”

A strange sound came from the rear.

“Y-you…”

Fairy Bai gasped, her graceful figure trembling as she clutched at her chest. A sharp, blue-tinged cone-shaped magical weapon had pierced through her body.

Toxic blood seeped into her snowy white dress, staining it with deathly hues.

Her body turned cold and numb as disbelief filled her eyes.

With great effort, she turned her head to look at the one who had attacked her. Her gaze landed on Dongfang Xi, whose serene demeanor had twisted into a sinister smile. But the poison coursing through her veins left her powerless to act.

CRACK!

Dongfang Xi reached out and forcibly twisted Fairy Bai’s delicate, icy face a full 180 degrees, forcing her to look directly at him.

“Haha, the Fragrant Grass Oasis' sect-protecting Formation requires at least three talents to join hands in order to maximize its power. Now that one True Dan cultivator is missing, it will be difficult for the grand formation to support for long. As a proud member of the Deadly Poison Alliance, I’ve accomplished my mission,” Dongfang Xi sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Casting a disdainful glance at the lifeless body of Fairy Bai, he stepped over her corpse and descended toward the ground below.

As it turned out, Dongfang Xi was not a humble alchemist but a deadly third-rank poison master who was proficient in pharmacology.

In the contested region between the Thousand Mechanisms Sect and the Five Poisons Sect—known as the “Territory of Two Sects”—he was a notorious criminal. His infamy was overshadowed only by the relative obscurity of his name in Fengyuan Kingdom.

“Junior Sister!”

“Elder Bai!”

Fairy Ni Yue, Fairy Jiang, and the other female cultivators cried out in grief and rage, their expressions twisted with fury.

Dongfang Xi, who had joined Xuan Yin Pavilion under the guise of admiration for Fairy Ni Yue, had been diligent, gentle, and courteous—all of it was actually a carefully crafted facade.

“Hahaha! Well done, Fellow Daoist Dongfang! From now on, you shall be an elder protector of my ‘Inferno Peak Sect!’”

A booming, low voice echoed from beyond the oasis’s protective formation.

Amidst the raging yellow sands behind the massive flaming mountain, three Core Formation Immortals and six Fake Dan cultivators revealed their presence, their auras chillingly oppressive.

The leader, a man clad in iron armor with thick brows and a square face, controlled the flaming mountain magical treasure. His presence was like a towering mountain, exuding the overwhelming pressure of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

...

"Fang Zhen? It’s you!!"

Within the oasis, Fairy Ni Yue’s face was filled with rage as she recognized the intruder—a former high-ranking cultivator from the Liang Kingdom, once an acquaintance.

“We have no grudges. Why do you show such cruelty toward fellow cultivators from the same homeland?”

Her moon-like, serene eyes now brimmed with bloodshot anger, and her voice turned sharp and mournful as she questioned him.

“Fairy Ni Yue, you’re still clinging to old sentiments!”

Fang Zhen’s expression remained indifferent as he spoke coldly:

“Back then, you and I were equals in cultivation, and my talent was even slightly inferior. Yet today, you remain stuck at the mid-stage of Core Formation, while I have risen to the late stage. Do you know how I accomplished this? By being ruthless! By striking down my fellow countrymen without hesitation!”

Fang Zhen had prospered in the Fengyuan Kingdom precisely because he knew the strengths and weaknesses of his compatriots from the Liang Kingdom. By targeting familiar faces, he minimized risk and amassed wealth and resources without anyone stepping forward to seek justice.

Toward local cultivators of Fengyuan, however, he maintained a more diplomatic approach—either befriending them or steering clear of enmity.

“Cut the crap! All I want is Fairy Ni Yue! Bring her back so I can have her bear my children!”

From behind Fang Zhen, a thunderous voice rumbled like muffled lightning.

The speaker was a dark green-skinned giant clad in scale armor, his long braids swinging behind him. His broad, rough hands gripped an iron chain as thick as a child’s arm, and a purple nose ring adorned his enormous nose.

This individual exuded no trace of magical energy. Instead, his body radiated pure physical strength and a mysterious, primal power.

“Break it for this king!”

The giant with dark green skin, as tough as leather, flexed his bulging muscles and transformed into an ancient, savage bull. With a roar, he charged at the already-cracked third-rank formation.

BOOM! CRACK!

The mid-stage body refinement expert, with his mountain-crushing strength, forcibly squeezed through the formation’s cracks and entered the oasis.

Even Fang Zhen couldn’t help but twitch at the sight.

That was a third-rank mid-grade protective formation, capable of shredding ordinary low-grade magical treasures to pieces—yet this brute had broken through with brute force!

“Eshalu, stop! Don’t let Fang Zhen manipulate you!”

Fairy Ni Yue’s face turned ashen as she recognized the giant.

He was a tribal prince of the Heavenly Wind Tribe, once a suitor of hers during Xuan Yin Pavilion’s early days in Fengyuan Kingdom.

Zheng! Zheng!

Her flowing dress fluttered as she summoned an ancient zither radiating a glazed cyan light. Her slender fingers plucked the strings, producing cold, water-like melodies.

The invisible ripples of her zither’s sound waves spread across the spiritual plane, enveloping the braided giant Eshalu.

“Ni Yue…”

Under the influence of the music, Eshalu’s massive, bull-like eyes softened, showing traces of rationality and calm. The murderous aura surrounding him dissipated significantly.

“Back when Xuan Yin Pavilion first fled to Fengyuan, I helped you so much, yet in the end, you abandoned me. How cold-hearted you were,” Eshalu said, his voice thick with resentment.

Fairy Ni Yue’s face was tinged with sorrow as she replied gently, “Eshalu, Xuan Yin Pavilion gave you fair compensation and never mistreated you. It was you who insisted on helping us without asking for anything in return!”

“Eshalu, don’t let her zither ensnare you!” Fang Zhen shouted from outside the formation, his voice carrying a wave of spiritual energy.

“She used her beauty and music to manipulate your feelings. Don’t fall for her tricks again!”

Eshalu sneered, his expression twisted. “The compensation I wanted was you, Ni Yue! You knew that!”

“A calamity written in fate…”

Fairy Ni Yue sighed bitterly, her voice laced with regret.

Years ago, when Xuan Yin Pavilion fled their homeland, they were like stray dogs, their elderly, weak, and injured members struggling to survive amidst predators.

At the time, in order to secure a foothold, Fairy Ni Yue had taken advantage of Eshalu’s feelings for her, giving him a sliver of hope to protect the pavilion.

Now, the seeds she had sown in desperation had grown into this disastrous karmic backlash—a calamity she could not avoid.

“Fairy Ni Yue, why resist any longer? Submit to me, and I will spare your pavilion. Xuan Yin Pavilion will become a subsidiary force of my Inferno Peak Sect, and I will ensure that you and your disciples are well-treated,” Fang Zhen said with an eerie calm, his tone carrying a chilling undertone.

If he could take control of Xuan Yin Pavilion’s female cultivators and their musical arts businesses, he would gain not only a steady source of income but also a valuable intelligence network.

This would greatly aid his ambitions to dominate the Fengyuan Kingdom.

“Even if I were to shatter like jade, I will not let Xuan Yin Pavilion fall into your hands,” Fairy Ni Yue declared sharply.

Her clear eyes burned with determination as her fingers danced rapidly across her zither. The ancient instrument erupted with a killing melody, like the clash of swords and spears on a battlefield.

Countless crescent-shaped beams of sound rippled through the air, targeting Eshalu’s very soul and assaulting him relentlessly.

“Argh!”

Eshalu roared in pain, his eyes bleeding as his sea of consciousness shook violently. His qi and blood surged chaotically, leaving him momentarily suppressed and injured by the seemingly delicate yet deadly Fairy Ni Yue.

...

As Fairy Ni Yue held Eshalu at bay, Fang Zhen and his group outside the formation intensified their assault.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted within the oasis.

“Something’s wrong…”

“Pavilion Master, we’ve been poisoned!”

Li Huan and the other Fake Dan and Foundation Establishment female cultivators clutched their foreheads, their skin turning purple as their eyes glazed over. One by one, they collapsed to the ground.

“It’s Dongfang Xi’s doing! There’s something wrong with the perfume he provided us…”

Fairy Jiang clenched her teeth as she struggled to suppress the poison’s effects with her Core Formation cultivation. Her body radiated a fragrant aura as she activated her spiritual energy.

After consuming a third-rank detoxification pill, she managed to stabilize her condition and avoid losing consciousness.

However, the other female cultivators in the oasis were not as fortunate. Stripped of their spiritual energy, they lay unconscious and helpless.

“Don’t worry, fairies. You’re all valuable resources that Sect Master Fang intends to keep intact. The tranquilizing powder I developed, when paired with the perfume, only renders you unconscious and temporarily strips your cultivation,” Dongfang Xi said with a smirk.

Sitting cross-legged in a patch of grass, he clapped his hands on the ground, activating the medicinal herbs he had secretly planted throughout the oasis. A thick, green mist spread, enveloping the entire area.

It turned out that Dongfang Xi had tampered with the perfume he distributed to Xuan Yin Pavilion’s disciples. By itself, the perfume was harmless and untraceable. But combined with the hidden medicinal essence in the oasis, it triggered the tranquilizing powder’s effects.

Even those who hadn’t directly used the perfume had absorbed its ingredients through coming into contact with others.

Unfortunately, Fairy Ni Yue never used his perfume and, coupled with her profound cultivation, remained completely unharmed.

This woman possessed a unique constitution that naturally exuded a delicate fragrance, making perfume unnecessary, and she might also be carrying a treasure capable of resisting poisons.

“Sect Master Fang, I have exceeded expectations and completed the task,” Dongfang Xi said with a calm smile as he surveyed the fallen cultivators, tallying his “victories.”

At this moment, only two True Dan cultivators remained standing within the oasis.

No! There is still one more person…

Dongfang Xi’s expression shifted slightly as he realized he had overlooked someone.

“Hehe, Fellow Daoist Dongfang, are you looking for me?”

A warm male voice came from behind him.

(End of chapter)