Seeing that a huge fight was about to break out, Chu Liang quickly slipped back to Silver Sword Peak.0

There was no denying that slaying an eighth-realm demon king was an achievement worthy of being recorded in history. Over the past few thousand years, only a handful of human cultivators had managed to do so. So even if his esteemed teacher was carrying a giant snake corpse to clog up the flow of the spring at Jade Sword Peak, Old Wang likely wouldn’t dare to come out and face her.0

Back then, Di Nufeng had been furious for months over Wang Xuanling’s slaying of an evil flood dragon in the East Sea. Now, with such a huge achievement under her belt, she would likely boast about it for years to come.0

She was undeniably strong but also incredibly skilled at holding grudges.0

Back in his small hut, Chu Liang finally felt a sense of stability. The past few years had been a whirlwind, full of tumult and uncertainty—like being tossed around by a storm. It was only here, in the...0