Through all of Lan Huilin's long years of cultivation, she had never once been this shocked. 0

The man standing right in front of her had subdued her in only two moves. His clothes were even more tattered, and he looked a bit weary, yet she could still tell he was "Wang Qiu," who had astonished her long ago.0

During their two hundred years of chiseling at the cliff, his cultivation had progressed in a strange and continuous way. Now, after being sent to the mines for another long stretch of years, his cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Primordial Immortal Realm. He had even easily countered her surprise attack with the celestial sword in his hand.0

Fiend-blood energy was poisonous to any cultivator. Even ordinary fiend cultivators found it difficult to control. Moreover, it was overwhelmingly thick in the blood mine, and even the primal qi was contaminated. 0

How could he keep cultivating? He was just at the early stage of the Ascended Immortal Realm when she had first met him. Now, just a few hundred years later, he had advanced at an incredible speed to the middle stage of the Primordial Immortal Realm and was already close to breaking through to the late...0