Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

Nineteen years ago, Yan Shiyin was twelve years old.

His sister was born on the day their mother died from complications during childbirth.

The next day, the sister was taken away by the royal city.

With the Hunting Tiger Tribe compensated for the sister being an Abnormal person, Yan Shiyin received excellent cultivation resources.

Eighteen years ago, he went to the top tribes hoping they would help rescue his sister.

But it was useless.

All their pleas fell on deaf ears.

And his father disappeared mysteriously without a trace.

Since then, he grasped a principle.

You can only rely on yourself.

So, every time he visited his sister, even though he saw her drugged and never aging, he smiled and earnestly told her to listen to the Great Prince.

The Great Prince was very pleased and thought Yan Shiyin was sensible, granting him many rewards.

Three years ago, he successfully rescued his sister and gained the trust of the Great Prince.

Today, he has promised all those following him, regardless of tribe or race, an equal opportunity to enter the Death Realm, advance to the Mystic Gate Realm, garnering the following of thousands from the Foundation Establishment.

But this was still not enough, not enough to use the Great Prince as a puppet in the future.

Not enough to forever secure his sister's well-being.

At that moment, Miao God woke up in his incarnation as the Warlord.

He saw the opportunity again.

He wanted to lead Nanli's Foundation Establishment cultivators to fight for control in the Death Realm under Miao God's watchful presence to establish his great achievements!

Jiguang Sect couldn't protect the Master of Mortal World, but that doesn't mean Miao God couldn't protect him.

Nanli is a magical land nurtured by lovers of ink and brush literature, yet also rich in those who'd rather be broken jade than intact tiles, valiant warriors.

Moreover, Nanli's structure compared to other forces doesn't overlap; it resembles more of a military state.

Da Yan and West Desert tend to favor working alone, cultivating themselves.

Nanli favors large-scale military battles.

Actually, this approach isn't quite suitable in the cultivation world.

Extremely contradictory, yet coexisting.

Just like Yan Shiyin himself, full of contradictions, only wanting to protect his sister from harm, yet compelled by circumstance to advance to commanding thousands of troops.

He sees success and failure very clearly, indifferent to the means, only focusing on the outcome.

So when he saw Chen Qing carrying Zhang Can on his back, Yan Shiyin looked slightly disdainful, "Can't protect himself, yet wants to take someone else with him?"

In reality, Chen Qing quite admired Yan Shiyin, who, unafraid of the numerous enemies around, approached Yan Shiyin.

He brushed away the dust in front, sat down on a bamboo mat with bleeding Zhang Can, and then brought out a wine pot.

Chen Qing said, "I bring the wine, you bring the cups."

Yan Shiyin, without suspicion, swiftly sat down on the other side of the mat.

One providing wine, the other providing cups, no need to fear each other poisoning it.

Yan Shiyin gestured with his fingers, and the malnourished-looking blonde little girl brought forward a pair of bronze drinking cups.

Chen Qing filled the cups, picking one up, "I actually admire you, you are quite like me."

Yan Shiyin looked at Chen Qing with slight confusion, to which Chen Qing said, "I have a brother, also an Abnormal person."

Yan Shiyin's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, but Chen Qing continued, "However, I can't tell you what is unique about him."

Yan Shiyin suddenly felt somewhat despondent, "You saved him, but I couldn't save my sister, perhaps, that's the difference between you and me."

So now, Chen Qing continues to devoutly cultivate, while Yan Shiyin is obsessed with achieving great deeds, at all costs.

Chen Qing raised his cup, "When we compete, if I win someday, I promise your sister a life of joy, never going against her wishes."

Yan Shiyin also raised his cup, "If I ever meet your brother, I too will not harm him."

Sisi, with her swirling eyes, watched Chen Qing, a tear of blood slowly emerging, pointing at Chen Qing, "Brother, he must die."

Yan Shiyin smiled and said, "I understand."

They clinked their cups and drank, Yan Shiyin said with a smile, "After this cup, you and I are sworn enemies; I will show no mercy."

Chen Qing said, "If I escape today and return one day, I will surely invite you to hunt in Nanli."

Yan Shiyin is a formidable opponent; if he makes a move, he intends to decide the outcome in one stroke.

Once he acts, he aims to kill all three of Wu Country's strongest geniuses here.

And before this, neither the Taihao Tribe nor Hidden Sword Mountain had any inkling.

Without any warning.

And in the city, Lu Xian stood on a high platform, making his final call to arms.

"Gentlemen, the Taihao Tribe has nurtured and raised me for so many years; it's time for us to show our loyalty to the Taihao Tribe!"

"In this battle, we must ensure the safe departure of the Young Master and the Protector; their survival means the survival of the Taihao Tribe!"

"Nanli never lacks warriors unafraid of death!"

Lu Xian actually didn't care about Hao Chengtian's fate; he only cared about Chen Qing.

Even though Chen Qing might not even know his name.

But this is not important.

Success doesn't have to be mine; history doesn't need to record my name.

Only Jiguang shall last forever!

Lu Xian glanced sideways, catching a glimpse of Yan Shiyin's Foundation Establishment army with the corner of his eye; it was impossible for there to be no Jiguang Sect among so many people.

Yet these fellows strangely haven't alerted the Jiguang Sect about any of this, showing just how powerful Yan Shiyin's personal charisma is.