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nFor the next period of time, Su Zimo stayed in the bamboo forest and was in no hurry to leave.

nAlthough Yan Beichen had already decided to withdraw from the fight in the cultivation world, Su Zimo was still worried about his Essence Spirit’s injuries.

nThe next day, he sent out a few messenger spirit cranes.

nThey flew towards Elixir Yang Sect, Hundred Refinement Sect, Thousand Crane Sect, Puppet Sect, Ethereal Peak and other sects and factions.

nAll of those sects and factions had Su Zimo’s kin and friends.

nHalf a month later.

nAlthough the sects and factions sent messages one after another, none of them had any solution.

nAlthough Qin Pianran did not say anything, she could not conceal her disappointment.

n“Don’t be hasty,” Su Zimo replied, “There’s still no news from Xiaoning. She’s already a titular disciple of Elixir Yang Sect. I’m sure she’ll have a solution.”

nAnother five days passed.

nThe spirit crane of Elixir Yang Sect flew into the bamboo forest!

nQin Pianran hurried over and opened the spirit crane eagerly.

n“An injury to the Essence Spirit is extremely difficult to heal and the most effective elixir is the Nine Revolutions Soul Return Elixir. However, this elixir has long been lost and Elixir Yang Sect doesn’t have it either.”

nAt that point, Qin Pianran’s eyes dimmed.

nA large part of the reason why Yan Beichen was in such a state was because he wanted to save her.

nShe felt extremely guilty.

nSu Zimo removed a small bottle tied to the spirit crane’s leg. “These are seven elixirs that Xiaoning sent over. They have some healing effect on the Essence Spirit as well. You can give it a shot.”

nAlthough those elixirs could not compare to the Nine Revolutions Soul Return Elixir, they could only give it a shot.

nFor the next few days, Yan Beichen attempted to consume an elixir daily.

nHowever, despite trying all seven elixirs, his Essence Spirit showed no signs of recovering.

n“Brother, Fellow Daoist Qin, don’t be anxious,”

nSu Zimo said, “I’ve already asked Ethereal Peak to keep an eye out for the various auction houses and marketplaces. If there’s any news of the Nine Revolutions Soul Return Elixir, I’ll definitely help you guys get it!”

n“That’s the only way.”

nQin Pianran sighed internally.

nAnother three days passed.

nThis day, Su Zimo and the other two were chatting casually in the wooden house.

nAll of a sudden!

nSu Zimo felt something and turned around.

n“What’s wrong with that?”

nQin Pianran asked and followed Su Zimo’s gaze instinctively.

nA figure stood in the bamboo forest!

n“Ah!”

nQin Pianran shuddered and exclaimed!

nShe was a Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord of Sword Sect to begin with. Be it in terms of combat strength or temperament, she was superior. Even a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure or a Mahayana Patriarch would not cause her to lose her composure as such.

nHowever, that figure was truly way too terrifying!

nJust by standing there, it was like a gigantic black hole that emitted an endless hatred that could devour everything!

nThe hatred could even affect a cultivator’s mind.

nIf one’s Dao heart was weak and tainted by that hatred, it would be crippled and they would lose without fighting!

nDao Lord Hatred!

nSu Zimo was the only one who could maintain his composure against the envelopment of that hatred.

nEven Yan Beichen frowned.

nSu Zimo looked at Dao Lord Hatred calmly.

nDao Lord Hatred had an average build and wore black robes. His black hair draped over his shoulders and his eyes were dark as he walked over slowly, dragging a saber that was shrouded by fiend qi.

nThe saber sliced through the ground silently, leaving a clear scar!

nSu Zimo looked at the saber and his pupils constricted.

nThat saber was extremely terrifying!

nEven he felt waves of shock from the hatred that was gathered!

n“Hatred, you sure are punctual,”

nYan Beichen spoke, “You came in a month indeed, not a single day later.”

n“Hehe!”

nDao Lord Hatred laughed and walked into the wooden house without replying or pausing.

n“You’re injured?”

nHe swept his gaze and saw Yan Beichen’s condition.

n“It’s just a small injury.”

nYan Beichen replied indifferently.

nDao Lord Hatred grinned. “To think that you would end up in such a state as well, Yan Beichen.”

n“There’s always someone better out there. In this generation, there are many paragons and monster incarnates. There are many people who can hurt me so I’m naturally nothing much,” Yan Beichen replied.

n“No.”

nDao Lord Hatred shook his head and pointed at Yan Beichen. “I’m not referring to your injuries, but your heart! Your heart is no longer the heart of the Asura!”

nYan Beichen was silent.

nSu Zimo praised internally.

nWithout exchanging blows or testing the waters, Dao Lord Hatred saw through Yan Beichen’s reality!

n“Tsk, tsk, tsk!”

nDao Lord Hatred’s gaze shifted and landed on Qin Pianran. “What a pity. Everyone says that a gentle place is the tomb of a hero. To think that even you, Yan Beichen, can’t escape it.”

nHe closed his eyes and sniffed gently before nodding. “Yes, not bad. A little sharp, a cultivator of Sword Sect.”

nQin Pianran could not sit still.

nFor some reason, she felt uneasy in front of Dao Lord Hatred!

nSuddenly, Dao Lord Hatred opened his eyes and said with a fake smile, “Yan Beichen, how about I kill that woman?”

n“Hatred, what are you trying to do?!”

nYan Beichen’s eyes widened.

nDao Lord Hatred laughed and said leisurely, “I’m doing this for your own good. The only way to have the Asura return is by having this woman killed.”

n“Hatred!”

nYan Beichen hollered softly, “I admit defeat for this battle! You can have the title of Asura as well as this Asura Saber. I have nothing to do with Asura Sect, the fiend sects and the cultivation world anymore!”

n“Admit defeat?”

nDao Lord Hatred had a regretful expression and sighed. “It’s truly hard to imagine that those words would come from you, Yan Beichen.”

nThereafter, he laughed and shook his head. “Yan Beichen, you’re truly way too naive. Do you think you can just back off from the fight and the cultivation world just like that?”

n“Since you’ve started cultivating, there are many choices that are not up to you!”

nYan Beichen took a deep breath of air. “Hatred, what do you want?”

n“Of course, it’s to retrieve the Asura title.”

nDao Lord Hatred replied.

nYan Beichen frowned. “I’ve already said that I’ve admitted defeat. From now on, you’ll be the Asura.”

n“No, no, no,”

nDao Lord Hatred had a mocking expression as he waved his finger. “It’s not that simple. I’ll take back the Asura title the same way you snatched it from me!”

n“Do you think that I’ll let you off just because you admit defeat?”

nSuddenly, Dao Lord Hatred’s expression turned menacing and his features were squeezed together, emanating a torrential hatred!

n“I lost everything in the battle for the title of Asura back then! Honor, status, reputation… I’ve been thinking about you all these years, Yan Beichen!”

nSu Zimo respected Yan Beichen’s choice. Therefore, he remained silent and watched coldly from the sidelines.

nHowever, he had already realized that today’s matter would not end peacefully!

nDao Lord Hatred was completely fiendish and his mind was affected by the Hatred Sutra.

nIt was hard to tell if Dao Lord Hatred had cultivated the Hatred Sutra or if the Sutra had turned him into a fiend!

nSensing Dao Lord Hatred’s hatred, the fiend saber in his hands trembled slightly as well, as though it was extremely excited and buzzed endlessly!

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