BookMe Chapter 1177: Lichen, Has Realized His Mistake...
Chapter 1177: Lichen, Has Realized His Mistake...
The Chu Family took in a large number of refugees, but of course it was impossible to feed these people for free for an entire lifetime.
Under Bei Shi’s arrangements, most of the refugees joined True Flame Star and became part of the Chu Family’s cultivators, settling down again in just a single day. As for the severely injured, they were given special care by Bei Shi and kept by her side for treatment.
About a thousand severely injured patients stayed by Bei Shi’s side, and Ning Fan was just an inconspicuous one among them.
At first, Bei Shi actually intended to properly treat Ning Fan’s mental illness.
But compared to Ning Fan’s mental issues, the other patients were either gravely wounded and unconscious, or had half their Spirit destroyed; any one of them was in a worse state than Ning Fan.
Thus, Bei Shi could only prioritize saving those on the brink of death. Once she got busy, she simply forgot about Ning Fan.
Chu Family, True Flame Star.
This was Ning Fan’s second day after arriving in Beitian. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, healing his injuries in a sickroom built from a thatched cottage.
When he descended upon Beitian yesterday, he suffered the double damage of the Immortal Emperor’s Formless Seal and the temporal storm; his injuries were extremely severe.
Fortunately, his physical defense recovery was already astonishing to begin with, and he also had no shortage of Ninth Revolution Golden Pills and Emperor Pills for healing. Thus, by the second day in Beitian, his injuries had already recovered by ten percent, and his aura was flowing much more smoothly.
"Ancient God’s Lost Technique, Divine Healing!"
From outside the window came, faintly, the chanting of a young girl casting a spell. That voice carried a sacred, inviolable authority; it was Bei Shi’s.
Ning Fan followed the sound, spreading out his spirit sense to observe in secret. As it turned out, Bei Shi was in a critical-care sickroom not far from his, healing a dying patient.
The gravely injured man was merely a Gold Core expert. Because of a beast tide, more than half of his body had been destroyed, and even the Golden Core he had painstakingly cultivated for two hundred years had been shattered to dust. Under normal circumstances, this was hopeless—but that also depended on who took action.
If someone of Ning Fan’s level made a move, saving him would be effortless.
But Bei Shi was only at the peak of the Ghost Immortal Realm. With that level of cultivation, wanting to save this man without using expensive pills was extremely difficult.
Yet Bei Shi’s entire delicate figure was shrouded in the divine radiance of the Fiendgods, her wide sleeves fluttering, like an ancient immortal. The method she chose to save him was to use a certain Lost Divine Skill of the Fiendgods.
The divine light on Bei Shi’s body was not truly the light of a Fiendgod, but only the light of a Pseudo-Ancient God. As a Fiendgod of ancestral blood, Ning Fan could determine that at a glance.
Under Bei Shi’s divine light, that dying Master first had his Golden Core restored, then his broken body began to regrow. In the span of just one stick of incense, he was actually completely whole again, alive and well!
"Many thanks, Senior, for saving my life!" The patient was moved to tears.
"It was just a small effort, not worth mentioning. Though your life has been saved, your foundation is still somewhat damaged. Do not recklessly circulate Mana for ten years; you must rest quietly..." Bei Shi earnestly instructed the Gold Core expert, not putting on any airs. Saving the dying and healing the wounded was simply an extremely ordinary matter in the long river of her life.
After a brief rest, Bei Shi headed to the next critical-care sickroom to begin treating the next patient.
Ancient God’s Lost Technique, Divine Healing!
Under Bei Shi’s divine light, before long, another Divinity Transformation Master whose Spirit had been half destroyed recovered to full health.
Ancient God’s Lost Technique, Divine Healing!
Ancient God’s Lost Technique, Divine Healing!
Ancient God’s Lost Technique...
...
Ning Fan’s eyes showed a hint of oddity. He had not expected that, having just arrived in Beitian, he would already encounter such a wondrous Ancient God’s Lost Technique. People say Beitian values techniques; the saying was indeed true. In the Eastern Heaven, it would be extremely difficult to come across an Ancient God’s Lost Technique even once.
But that was all.
Bei Shi was, after all, only a Pseudo-Ancient God, not cultivating the orthodox Ancient God Bloodline. The Lost Technique of the Fiendgods she used was still not powerful enough to make Ning Fan truly pay attention.
Unlike when he had just descended upon Beitian, disheveled and covered in blood, Ning Fan was now cleaned up and had outwardly regained his usual bearing.
After taking more than ten Ninth Revolution Golden Pills in a row, Ning Fan decided to rest a bit and temporarily halt his healing. While resting, he did not forget to probe for information about Beitian by chatting with the flowers, plants, branches, and stones.
Thus, when Bei Shi finished treating a group of patients and, utterly exhausted, passed by Ning Fan’s sickroom, what she saw was a very strange scene.
A handsome man as graceful as a jade tree in the wind was actually chatting with a potted flower like an idiot.
Awkward...
Awkward...
Awkward...
Feeling the young girl’s gaze from outside the sickroom, Ning Fan fell silent for a moment and put the flowerpot back on the windowsill of the ward.
And then...
Ning Fan heard a soft sigh from the girl; within that sigh was boundless, all-encompassing sympathy.
"You... you’ve had it hard too... Once I’ve finished treating all the severely injured, I’ll come help you... Wait for me a few days. Even if the whole world abandons you, I won’t abandon you."
Sighing softly, Bei Shi left.
Leaving Ning Fan alone in the sickroom, torn between laughter and tears.
So he had been treated as a lunatic again, and actually won this girl’s sympathy once more...
Even if the whole world abandons you, I won’t abandon you...
Such a corny line of love had turned into words to comfort a madman; Ning Fan felt he really could not laugh at that.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Fan had already been in Beitian for five days.
With the treatment of a large number of Nine Revolutions Elixirs, Ning Fan’s injuries had already recovered by thirty percent.
The more than one thousand wounded who were initially arranged to be treated here had already seen over four hundred cured by Bei Shi. As for the remaining wounded, most were no longer in life-threatening condition. As long as there was enough time, Bei Shi was confident she could restore all of them to health.
Only under such circumstances did Bei Shi finally have some room to deal with Ning Fan’s problem.
That was what she had planned, but who could have expected that at this critical juncture, another Cultivation Star near the Chu Family’s True Flame Star would be attacked by a beast tide.
This was already the fourteenth beast tide attack within the domain under the Chu Family’s control. Yet another large group of refugees and wounded were brought back to the Chu Family by Chu Daoist.
There was no helping it; Bei Shi could only prioritize treating the newly arrived dying cultivators and had no choice but to set Ning Fan’s issue aside for later.
She truly, genuinely wanted to give that mental patient a bit of care.
Unfortunately, she was too busy—so busy that, in an entire day, she only had a brief moment to pass by Ning Fan’s ward.
She was even so busy that she had no time to greet Ning Fan. Every time she passed by, she would only sneak a glance at him, just to see what he was chatting with today.
She remembered that the day before yesterday, Ning Fan had been chatting with foxtail grass.
The day before that, Ning Fan seemed to have been chatting with Niba (Mud).
Yesterday it was moss he was talking to.
Today, Ning Fan had somehow picked up a mushroom from somewhere and was actually chatting with a mushroom.
A handsome young man chatting with a mushroom—my heavens, that scene was just too... much...
Bei Shi felt that her compassion was really about to overflow. Once she had some free time, she would definitely cure Ning Fan. Definitely!
On the fifteenth day, she finally had some free time again.
She decided to go have a good talk with Ning Fan. She had prepared over twenty different lines of approach to counsel Ning Fan’s psychological illness.
She was even willing to make sacrifices and, at the critical moment, play the role of a mushroom, accompanying Ning Fan in a deep dialogue of the soul.
She had thought through all sorts of scenarios, but what she had not expected was that when she once again passed by Ning Fan’s ward, Ning Fan was nowhere to be seen.
"He... where did he go..."
For no reason at all, Bei Shi felt a faint sense of loss.
She had not yet had the chance to treat Ning Fan’s illness, and Ning Fan... had left...
However, Bei Shi was never a sentimental person. Ning Fan’s departure was nothing more than a tiny ripple in the long river of her life.
She still had far too many things to do. After she cured a large number of the wounded, the Chu Family’s Young Sect Leader sent people to summon her.
"Miss Shi! Something terrible has happened! Great calamity is about to befall my Chu Family. The Young Sect Leader has ordered me to request your presence at True Flame Hall to discuss urgent military matters!"
Seeing the deeply anxious face of the Chu Family’s messenger cultivator, Bei Shi’s beautiful countenance changed, and she hastily followed the man to the Chu Family’s True Flame Hall.
...
Ning Fan knew nothing of this. At this moment, he had already healed more than half of his injuries and left the Chu Family.
He was unable to heal the remaining injuries, as they were being obstructed by the Immortal Emperor’s Formless Seal of the Primeval Immortal Emperor within his body.
If he wanted his wounds to fully recover, he would have to shatter the seal within his body. For that, he needed to borrow external power, and Ning Fan left the Chu Family precisely to seek such external power.
During the days he had stayed with the Chu Family, besides healing, he had also obtained a great deal of intelligence about Ning Fan from flowers and grass, gaining a preliminary understanding of the war situation in Ning Fan.
The situation in Ning Fan was indeed far more severe than in Eastern Heaven!
Back when Ning Fan fought at the Eastern Boundary River, the forces of the different race he faced were merely a small detachment. The truly top-tier experts of the different race had all been sealed beneath the waters and had never directly clashed with the Eastern Celestial Cultivators. Even so, the Eastern side was beaten back again and again. If Ning Fan had not turned the tide and successfully repaired the Immortal Emperor Seal, Eastern Heaven very likely would have fallen.
The situation in Ning Fan was even worse than in Eastern Heaven! According to the intelligence, the surface seal over the waters of the Northern Boundary River had long since been completely broken, several decades ago. Quasi-Saint Level members of the different race could emerge from the water at any time! The entire Northern Boundary River had truly become the domain of the different race. No Beitian Cultivator dared run wild at the Northern Boundary River—not even the Northern Heavenly Quasi-Saints dared to go there alone!
The Beitian Cultivators were facing the different race’s entire army, a different race with Quasi-Saint powerhouses participating in the war!
There were even rumors that among the army of the different race at the Northern Boundary River, there was an Ancient Great Demon similar to Blood God Geng Wu taking part. Countless Beitian Cultivators had been literally eaten alive by that Great Demon!
If the Four Oceans Sect had not, at the very first moment, invited the secret clans of Ning Fan to take action, engaging the different race in eleven bloody battles at the border of the Northern Boundary River, Ning Fan might long ago have fallen...
In those eleven battles fought in blood, although they barely managed to block the spearhead of the different race’s army, the Beitian Cultivators also paid a horrific price. Just counting Immortal Emperor-level experts, Ning Fan’s side had lost eleven. There were even two Quasi-Saints whose realms were battered down...
Fortunately, just when the Beitian Cultivators were nearly in despair, a mysterious Eye Orb Monster suddenly appeared, bringing with it an Innate Bow Spirit and forcefully joining the Beitian camp. It helped the Beitian Cultivators temporarily repel the Great Demon of the different race, shaking an entire realm!
No one knew where that Eye Orb Monster came from, though someone claimed that the Eye Orb Monster was an Ancient Great Cultivator...
With the Eye Orb Monster’s addition, Ning Fan finally had a bit of confidence when facing the different race’s grand army. But the good times did not last long. Within a few short years, yet another bolt from the blue crashed down, shaking the hearts of the Beitian Cultivators!
The long-vanished Demon-Sealing Peak had reappeared in the world! And Demon-Sealing Peak had actually formed some sort of pact with the Foreign Clans of Boundary River, openly declaring that they would annihilate Ning Fan together!
Which of those old monsters who had lived many years did not dread the fearsome reputation of Demon-Sealing Peak! Demon-Sealing Peak was by no means an ordinary power; it was an existence renowned on the same level as the ten great secret clans. Only by joining together all ten secret clans could one be mentioned in the same breath as the Demon-Sealing Peak of ancient times!
Even though Ning Fan possessed three secret clans, could three secret clans really defeat a single Demon-Sealing Peak? No one believed such a thing.
In the face of Demon-Sealing Peak’s invasion, not a single Beitian Cultivator had the confidence to confront it. Even the secret clans were thrown into panicked confusion.
The pessimists even believed that once Demon-Sealing Peak intervened in this war, Ning Fan would completely fall within ten years, or even less.
Thus, within Ning Fan’s side, a surrender faction began to emerge. They proposed that the Beitian Cultivators directly surrender to the coalition army of the different race and Demon-Sealing Peak, hoping to use a certain degree of concession and sacrifice to secure the continued survival of the Beitian Cultivators.
For a time, this rhetoric of surrender even became the mainstream among Beitian Cultivators. But to the embarrassment of those surrenderists, after Demon-Sealing Peak reappeared, it did not directly step onto the battlefield to attack Ning Fan. It merely used the method of the Demonic Channel to intermittently drop Exotic Beast tides into Ning Fan, as though intent on using such petty tricks to give the Beitian Cultivators a hard time.
This behavior did not fit Demon-Sealing Peak’s style of "if a single word displeases me, I’ll blood-wash an entire realm," leaving the surrender faction in Ning Fan perplexed. But precisely because of this, present-day Ning Fan was still barely hanging on and had not yet been utterly defeated under the pincer attack of Demon-Sealing Peak and the different race...
"Heavenly Court, Demon Mansion, Demon-Sealing Peak, ten great secret clans..."
Ning Fan’s expression was grave as he silently recalled, in his heart, the four strongest factions of the Dreamland Realm from a billion years ago.
As for the involvement of Demon-Sealing Peak, Ning Fan did not dare to take it lightly in the slightest. One Demon-Sealing Peak was equivalent to ten secret clans; this was absolutely no joke and could not be underestimated...
"However, Demon-Sealing Peak once vanished from the long river of history. Now that it has reappeared in this world, it may not still possess its former strength. Many of the evil sects from Demon-Sealing Peak back then have already died in the river of years—that much is certain. Demon-Sealing Peak did not directly join the war perhaps precisely because their strength has waned, and they want to preserve their power to a certain extent, sitting back to watch Northern Heaven and the different race slaughter each other. Of course, it’s also possible that there’s some scheme behind Demon-Sealing Peak’s unreasonable behavior..."
"The Beitian Cultivator only know that the different race and Demon-Sealing Peak have joined hands, but they do not know that there is also a Dark Clan of this level of secret clan that has defected to the different race’s side. If this matter spreads, I’m afraid the surrender faction in Northern Heaven will be even more determined in their intent to defect..."
"The one helping the Beitian Cultivator resist the different race should be Senior Eye Bead. As expected, he cannot stand by and watch Northern Heaven’s crisis with folded arms..."
"What’s strange is, in the information I obtained, there is no news of Chaotic Ancient Master; this does not match my previous deductions. Is Chaotic Ancient Master truly in Northern Heaven? If he is, where would he be right now..."
Ning Fan’s brows were tightly furrowed as guesses churned within his heart, but then he scattered all distracting thoughts.
Thinking more is useless!
In the end, war must be fought with force!
"Therefore, the top priority right now is still to shatter the seal in my body, heal all injuries, and restore my peak strength. Only when I am at full power can I exert even a slight influence on the situation in Northern Heaven. As I am now, it’s not enough!"
"There are several methods to break the Formless Seal, and the fastest among them is to absorb external power and blow this seal apart..."
"Before coming to Northern Heaven, I asked Wu Laoba for the star diagram of Northern Heaven. According to the star diagram, Wu Laoba’s lair, the Heiyun (Dark Luck) Sect, is hidden in a certain patch of starry sky not far from the Chu Family."
"According to Wu Laoba, there is a Nieli Colossal Corpse hidden within the Heiyun Sect. To me, this thing is of great use: it can allow Fuli Yin-Yang to truly be completed. As for now, I can just absorb the energy of that Nieli corpse to smash open the Formless Seal—killing two birds with one stone!"
"Without Wu Laoba’s guidance, others would find it nearly impossible to locate the star-realm gate of the Heiyun Sect. Even if they did find it, they might not dare to enter. The words ’black fortune’ are the greatest curse in this world—but that curse cannot scare me..."
Sss!
Ning Fan turned into a streak of flowing light, searching within the starry sky.
Along the way, he passed White Fortune Star where the beast tide had erupted that day, and passed Turtle Immortal Star where Chu Daoist had opened his altar and preached the Dao.
He sped forward all the way, not knowing how long he flew, when he suddenly stopped at a certain place in the starry sky.
Then he took out the Treasure-searching Compass to determine the position.
After a long while, Ning Fan suddenly locked onto a certain direction and summoned the Reverse Sea Sword, thrusting down with a single sword.
A bizarre scene appeared!
The Reverse Sea Sword clearly pierced into a pitch-black, lightless void, yet at the spot it pierced, dazzling starlight suddenly erupted, and an enormous Nine-Winged Xuanwu Totem manifested in the starry sky!
"Looks like I’ve found the right place. This is the star-realm gate of the Heiyun Sect Wu Laoba spoke of..."
Sss sss sss!
Ning Fan held out his index finger and tapped through the air, his Yin Plucking Finger landing on several key points of that Xuanwu Totem.
As he successively touched each position, the totem gradually turned from illusory to solid, transforming into a gigantic door of starlight. Then the gigantic door opened, and billowing black smoke poured out from within, sweeping toward Ning Fan.
That was the power of Black Fortune!
An ordinary old monster from the Northern Heaven, even if he possessed Quasi-Saint Cultivation, would be forced to retreat by such a large-scale assault of black fortune.
But Ning Fan was different. He was a Cultivator of Dark Fate, a Fu Li2, the filthiest man in the world—why would he fear black fortune!
Devour!
Ning Fan opened the great umbrella of seven-colored luck and directly devoured and absorbed the billowing black fortune.
Theoretically, the Reverse Big Dipper Divine Power inherited from the Slaughter Hall could only help a cultivator develop seven-colored luck.
But after Ning Fan’s improvements, his good fortune umbrella could continue to advance through devouring; seven colors were not the limit!
After a round of devouring, Ning Fan’s good fortune umbrella grew even more brilliantly lustrous. He used the good fortune umbrella to protect his Tian Ling, then calmly stepped into the territory of the Heiyun Sect. The instant he stepped in, the gigantic door closed.
Some busybodies were drawn over by the fluctuations at this place, but they arrived too late and could see nothing at all; they could only sigh with regret.
...
The Heiyun Sect was a great taboo of Northern Heaven. Whether it was the former Ancestor Heiyun or the current master of Black Fortune, Wu Laoba, both were resounding figures, existences that even the secret clans were unwilling to offend lightly.
As the master of Wu Laoba, the treasures of the Heiyun Sect were naturally Ning Fan’s treasures. Ning Fan had long wanted to strip the Heiyun Sect down to its foundations; now that he had come to the Heiyun Sect’s territory in Northern Heaven, he naturally did not intend to return empty-handed.
As soon as he entered the Heiyun Sect, Ning Fan felt a vast aura entrenched in one corner of the Heiyun Sect. If his perception was not mistaken, the master of that aura was precisely the Nieli Colossal Corpse that, according to Wu Laoba, had been dead for countless years.
"Master! The demon aura here makes Black Evil Sect uneasy. Black Evil Sect is very scared..." In the depths of his Heart Spirit, the little kitten’s nervous voice rarely sounded.
As a Jiuli ranked fourth among the Dao Soul Clans, and a Royal Jiuli at that, the little kitten had always been proud and fearless of heaven and earth. Yet at this moment, faced with a Nieli Colossal Corpse that had been dead for countless years, she felt a trace of anxiety.
So this is the might of the Fu Li race!
Ning Fan faintly felt that he had somewhat underestimated the Fu Li race in the past. At this race’s peak, their strength might have been exceedingly terrifying...
"Don’t be afraid. There won’t be any danger." Ning Fan comforted.
"But Black Evil Sect can’t suppress the fear in her heart. Master, can you hug Black Evil Sect..." She actually wanted a hug!
Ning Fan was slightly speechless, but then he thought, this little kitten was rarely so helpless; since that was the case, he really should comfort her a little.
So he released Black Evil Sect.
In her maiden form, Black Evil Sect squeezed straight into Ning Fan’s arms and turned into a little kitten with all her fur standing on end.
"You really leave me with no choice..."
Ning Fan patted Black Evil Sect’s little head, smoothing down all her bristling fur.
Perhaps because she finally found a sense of safety in his arms, Black Evil Sect lazily curled herself into a ball and fell asleep against his chest.
Seeing that Black Evil Sect was no longer terrified, Ning Fan relaxed and walked all the way toward the place where the Nieli colossal corpse lay.
As he walked, he devoured the Black Fortune of this place step by step. In no time, the vast Black Fortune that had permeated this area for countless years was completely swallowed up by Ning Fan’s great umbrella of good fortune.
So much for "even Quasi-Saints don’t dare set foot here"...
Very soon, Ning Fan arrived in front of the Nieli colossal corpse. This was a Nieli that had been dead for countless years, a gigantic Xuanwu with nine wings.
Because this Nieli had been dead for so many years, Ning Fan could not accurately determine when it had died or what its cultivation was before its death. But one thing was certain: in life, this Nieli had at least been an existence infinitely close to the Third Step!
This was no ordinary Nieli. This was... Ancestor Nielí!
Nieli were sinners of the Fu Li race, slaves of the Fu Li race, and Ancestor Nielí referred to the strongest Nieli of that era!
[Main race...]
An agitated voice suddenly echoed in Ning Fan’s ears.
It came from the Nieli colossal corpse; it was the sound of bloodline that only the Fu Li race could hear!
[Main race... Lichen... knows his wrongs...]
Lichen—was that this Nieli’s name in life...
[Lichen... knows his wrongs... Please, main race... dissolve my remnant corpse... grant me release...]
This Nieli colossal corpse was begging Ning Fan to destroy its remnant body!
He wanted release.
He knew he was wrong.
Ning Fan fell silent. He did not know what mistake this Lichen had committed in life. Today he had come to devour the power of this Nieli colossal corpse, so naturally he did not mind granting it release and destroying its body.
[Lichen... knows his wrongs...]
[Main race, please forgive... Please grant me release...]
The Nieli colossal corpse was still pleading. It could feel that if it missed Ning Fan, it would likely never again wait until the next Demon Ancestor of the Fu Li race came to grant it release and cleanse its sins.
"Very well. By the decree of me, Demon Ancestor of the Fu Li race, from this day forth, I grant you release."
[Thank... main race...]
The voice of bloodline sounded no more. It finally fell into eternal slumber and silence.
And the Nieli colossal corpse began to weather at an astonishing speed. Only because Ning Fan allowed it to dissipate did it dare to dissipate!
In just ten breaths or so, the Nieli colossal corpse had weathered until only a skeleton remained.
Another ten breaths, and even the skeleton weathered away without leaving a trace.
In its place, there was only the stench of decaying flesh, and an immense amount of Fu Li blood essence splashed upon the ground, little by little drying up.
Ning Fan would certainly not allow this Fu Li bloodline to dry up!
All Nieli were Fu Li who had committed crimes; in essence, their bloodline was still Fu Li bloodline!
This was the first time Ning Fan had found Fu Li blood essence of such a high grade. How could he possibly waste it?
For the next seven days straight, Ning Fan devoured the Fu Li blood essence of this place; after seven days, he abruptly stood up—Fu Li ancestor blood, increased by one drop!
Fuli Yin-Yang was truly cultivated to completion!
Although his ancient demon cultivation was still at the Eternal Third Calamity, his total Mana increased by about two hundred calamities, bringing Ning Fan’s total Mana to a staggering thirteen thousand seven hundred calamities!
"What a pity. That Ancestor Nielí died too long ago. The blood essence in his body hadn’t dried up, but it was not far from it. If not for that, my ancient demon cultivation would definitely have improved far more..." Ning Fan was somewhat regretful.
He did not know that in this Era of Decline, those whose Mana exceeded ten thousand calamities were basically all Quasi-Saint monsters. For such old monsters to increase their Mana by two hundred calamities on top of their original foundation, without some great chance, would require at least tens of millions of years of bitter cultivation.
One could say that after ten thousand calamities, every minuscule step forward was a tremendous leap at the Quasi-Saint level! To have one’s Mana soar by two hundred calamities in seven days—if any Quasi-Saint monster had such an encounter, they would wake up laughing from their dreams, and would definitely not be as unsatisfied as Ning Fan.
Of course, for Quasi-Saints, the total amount of Mana was not the decisive factor in their strength.
Moreover, the strength of Mana depended not only on quantity, but also on quality. Ning Fan’s total Mana was certainly enough to frighten people, but because his cultivation had broken through too quickly in recent years, the purity of his Mana was quite low...
There was, however, one point with which Ning Fan was very satisfied.
The Formless Seal within his body had finally been completely blasted open by the external impact of the Fu Li blood essence!
Over another five days, Ning Fan completely healed the injuries in his body. At this moment, he had fully recovered to his peak state!
"In that case, I’ll plunder Heiyun Sect’s treasury and then leave..."
Given Ning Fan’s current wealth, he did not have much expectation for Heiyun Sect’s treasury. He casually took everything from Wu Laoba and his disciple’s accumulated stores over the years, then departed.
Returning once more to the starry sky of the Northern Heaven, Ning Fan was just pondering where to go next when he suddenly sensed something and looked toward Chu Family’s True Flame Star.
He saw that in the direction of True Flame Star, flames were dyeing the sky of an entire region of Immemorial Stars red!
The Chu Family seemed to be in trouble...