Wu Jizun “Mu Yu made it in the nick of time and engaged the immortal master in three hundred epic rounds! It was so intense that the world was plunged into darkness! Like judges … Read more
Mu Yu didn’t have the foggiest idea where he was flying to. All he knew was they were flying north. He was only twelve; he rarely ventured outside the village. They gradually reduced their speed after somewhere between … Read more
Mu Yu tucked Village Chief Bu into bed. Village Chief Bu held onto Mu Yu’s hand and slept with a big smile on his face. Mu Yu kept the elder company whilst relishing moments of nostalgia. Mu Yu … Read more
“Impossible! You’re bluffing!” Sha Yan refused to believe Mu Yu had surpassed him in cultivation within merely two years, when he had cultivated for a decade and was considered to have outstanding potential. “You … Read more
The sun had just risen as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue and fog, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest and calling the birds out to sing, yet there were already people meditating … Read more
It was autumn, thus the busy villagers, field of yellow corn and jubilant laughter. Mu Yu admired the sight of Waterstream Village, the most ordinary village as they came. They produced few cultivators, but the villagers were wonderful … Read more
Village Chief Bu cooked up the bacon he treasured and brought out wine he hid for year, though he ended up putting the wine back since Mu Yu didn’t drink. Village Chief Bu stood next … Read more
Mu Yu accompanied Tian Ran on her journey to ask cultivators as he was bored. They asked everyone he came across and could ask. Besides that, he inquired about General Manager Xun but was told the … Read more
Uncle An was rigid and clung to traditional values. He wasn’t the type to let Dustfallen Sect’s disciples descend the mountain unless a strict criteria was fulfilled. Fortunately, Feng Haochen explained cultivators needed to train and rest, … Read more
The old tree at Dustfallen Precipice never withered despite having existed for over two centuries and weathered the seasons over and over. Cheng Yan, who was meditating under said tree, grew a lot more mature over the last two … Read more
