Immortal Jin Yu hated Li Yanchu with every fiber of his being, wishing to crush his bones and seal his soul in the Nine Nether for all eternity. Yet at this moment, he had no choice but to wear a smile toward him.0

“Young friend, at such a tender age to possess such outrageous luck and a powerful physique, if you were to perish here, what a waste that would be,” Immortal Jin Yu said with a smile.0

He could not read fortunes, but even without divination, it was clear to him. Li Yanchu was such a young prodigy, and he was not yet a Yang Spirit expert, yet he possessed so many powerful artifacts and a terrifyingly strong body. What else could it be but incredible luck? He calculated that this young genius would never recklessly sacrifice himself.0

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