“Hmm, there are quite a lot of people in this box—at least a dozen,” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy murmured in surprise.0

The moment Luo Hongxia opened the box, she glimpsed a dozen Fusion cultivators and one half-baked Transcendent Tribulation cultivator lying inside, all piled up like a mountain.4

The silent old monk was bathed in blood, yet bore not a single wound. Qiu Jin’an and Yang Ding cracked their knuckles, eagerly awaiting their next prey to bite the bait.3

“Come, hand over control of your body to this immortal. I shall take a closer look inside.”0

Cold sweat poured down Lu Yang’s back as he vehemently protested with his life. “Immortal Fairy, our Dao-Seeking Sect has plenty of activities. There’s no need to fixate on this one. This wastes too much time.”0

“Alright then,” the Everlasting...2