The chaotic energy and the Heavenly Thunder Seed were rather arrogant, still maintaining their own standing.
Song Wanníng observed this scene inwardly and suddenly smiled. She could not absorb the surrounding immortal energy directly, but through food, she could absorb small amounts…
If accumulated slowly, it would inevitably influence her body, starting with enhancing her physical strength…
With this thought, she carefully took another bite, then spent time calming and guiding the immortal energy, inputting it bit by bit into her dantian. By now, her dantian's circular disk had already gathered six kinds of substances. She wondered what it would become if this continued.
…
"Please, don't kill me!"
"I really didn't kill him… please spare me!"
"Senior Brother, I beg you…"
A voice suddenly pierced Song Wanníng's ears. She was hunting a beast and, noticing the commotion, intended to leave.
But the two people were too fast. In the blink of an eye, they had already caught up.
The person fleeing in front also noticed Song Wanníng. Their eyes flashed sharply as they lunged at her. Song Wanníng narrowed her eyes and immediately summoned her immortal furnace to shield herself.
This person had appeared too quickly, giving her no time to react.
Whoosh—
A powerful suction force pulled her and the immortal furnace, then pushed them backward. The force was as vast as the sea, making Song Wanníng feel her smallness for the first time. It was like a tiny boat on a boundless ocean, easily capsized by the slightest wind.
A figure swiftly pursued, pressing down from the air. Song Wanníng, previously staggering, landed steadily on the ground. She raised her head and saw a black figure swing a long sword, cutting fiercely at the fleeing person ahead.
In that moment, the sky darkened, the surrounding trees snapped, countless dust particles swirled in spirals around, yet all avoided her.
"Ah—"
A miserable scream rang out. The figure in front fell from a great height in an instant.
"Don't kill me… please…"
"I was wrong, I didn't mean to kill him… ah—"
Another scream followed, and the figure ceased moving entirely. Even the legendary powerful immortals could, like mortal cultivators, have their lives snatched away with ease. But what mattered most was the one who swung the sword…
"Senior Mo Yang?"
Song Wanníng's expression froze. She stared at the youthful Mo Yang, reminded of Mo Yang Xiānjūn's cold yet mature face in the inheritance.
It was the same face, yet it seemed like two different people.
Now, Mo Yang appeared far more youthful, yet had already embarked on the path of ruthlessness. While tidying the aftermath, Mo Yang turned coldly and suddenly looked at Song Wanníng. A chill flashed in his eyes. After confirming he did not know Song Wanníng, he withdrew his gaze.
Having handled the battlefield swiftly, he took off without giving her an unnecessary glance. Mo Yang came and went quickly, leaving Song Wanníng stirred with excitement.
She had been fortunate to see the real Senior Mo Yang. Did this mean she might also encounter Dao Qing, Feng Jiuxiao, and Wu Qingyi?
These Immortal Realm seniors had greatly aided her. Without their inheritance, she could not have progressed so quickly.
A smile appeared in Song Wanníng's eyes.
"This feeling of remembering them alone is truly wonderful…"
Especially seeing them so young…
Song Wanníng increasingly marveled at the temporal fragment and felt her heart fill with anticipation. If she were to meet these seniors anew in the fragment, would they remember her existence?
She could not be sure.
Yet a bolder thought arose, accompanied by a trace of playful mischief. After collecting the hunted beast, Song Wanníng returned to her camp and resumed absorbing immortal energy.
Her plan would take time to unfold.
…
In the city, Wu Yang Inn.
Mo Yang placed a bloodied head directly on the table.
"Hiss, Senior Brother Mo Yang, you killed someone so quickly?"
"Finally, Junior Brother Liu's grudge has been avenged. It's a pity…"
Several disciples shook their heads, regretful.
They were disciples of Wu Ji Sect, prepared to explore Wuyang Sea, only for a junior brother to be brutally killed.
Upon learning this, Senior Brother Mo Yang had immediately gone to the scene and, in less than half a day, brought back the head.
Truly the first among Wu Ji Sect's younger generation; such power was terrifying.
"Junior Brother Mo Yang, are you hurt? If so, I have pills here."
Dao Qing's face showed concern as he placed a vial before Mo Yang.
At the same time, Mu Zixu and Wang Yang came downstairs. Seeing this, Mu Zixu immediately presented a vial as well.
"Junior Brother Mo Yang, this is a seventh-grade immortal pill I just refined. It will heal your injuries."
He then glanced at Dao Qing, eyes glinting with mockery.
"Hmph, as if no one else could refine a seventh-grade pill. Mine is also seventh-grade, and a top-quality one at that!"
Dao Qing snorted, facing off against Mu Zixu once more.
The surrounding disciples were not surprised. They were accustomed to the quarrels between the two. If one day they didn't bicker, it would feel strange.
Wang Yang did not intervene. He sat aside, glancing at the head, feeling a slight shock.
Mo Yang's advancement was astonishing. Having ascended to the Immortal Realm in less than a century, he nearly matched them.
Now calling junior brothers by name, it would not be long before they addressed him with respect…
"No need."
Mo Yang, annoyed by the bickering, refused both vials and went upstairs directly.
Dao Qing and Mu Zixu gave up.
Mu Zixu's expression was sour. Always respected in life, even in the Immortal Realm, his alchemy talent earned him attention. Everyone was courteous to him, even seniors of higher cultivation. Yet Mo Yang had dared to disdain his gift.
And Dao Qing kept pressing, infuriating him further.
Feeling upset, Mu Zixu went upstairs.
Wang Yang shook his head and smiled helplessly at Dao Qing.
Dao Qing shrugged, indifferent, and slowly exited the inn.
…
"Phew—"
Song Wanníng exhaled deeply, slowly opening her eyes.
A foul stench filled her nostrils. Looking down, her body was coated with sticky impurities, reminding her of her early days in cultivation.
She quickly rose and used more than ten Clear Water Talismans to wash herself completely clean.
Now, her body was softer than a peeled egg, yet not weak. Instead, it was full of strength.