Jiang Feixue had no idea what her brother was thinking. Seeing him gravely injured, she quickly took out the Yuanyang Pearl and activated a small cluster of Yunyang Spirit Fire.

  The sight of this spirit fire greatly surprised the white-robed man. As a master of refining, he was all too familiar with the spiritual fires of heaven and earth.

  "Hmm? Yunyang Spirit Fire? You have it too?!"

  "Brother, don't worry about that now. Quickly refine this spirit fire to heal your wounds," Jiang Feixue urged.

  The white-robed man nodded and, without further ado, opened his mouth to inhale the spirit fire.

  He was the strongest refiner of his generation at the Divine Forge Manor, practicing its most powerful top-tier technique, the Extreme Fire Forging Art!

  This technique uses fire to enter the Dao, forming the most suitable spiritual flame for refining within the body, the Divine Forge Flame!

  To him, the spiritual fires of heaven and earth were a great boon.

  The Yunyang Spirit Fire entered his throat, not harming him but instead spreading throughout his body, rapidly healing his internal injuries with the aid of spiritual power.

  An hour later, a faint flicker of firelight appeared in the white-robed man's eyes as he stood up from the ground.

  By now, his injuries had somewhat healed, and with his cultivation at the ninth level of the Qi Refining stage, he had regained some ability to protect himself.

  Rising, the white-robed man glanced at the empty boulder, then approached Su Shi'er with his sword drawn, "Kid, hand over the Golden Sacred Spirit Spring!"

  Su Shi'er, who was meditating, furrowed his brow and immediately took the Yuanyang Ruler in hand.

  He wasn't surprised by the man's actions.

  However, if it came to a fight, he wasn't afraid. After an hour of meditation, his True Essence had recovered significantly.

  "Brother, what are you doing?!" Jiang Feixue exclaimed in shock, rushing to block the white-robed man.

  "We discovered the Golden Sacred Spirit Spring first," the white-robed man said calmly.

  If it were any other treasure, he wouldn't care.

  But the Golden Sacred Spirit Spring was different; it was a tempting treasure for any cultivator seeking to enhance their cultivation.

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  "What do you mean you discovered it first? Brother Zhu and I also bought a map and came for the Golden Sacred Spirit Spring."

  "Don't forget, if Brother Zhu hadn't saved you in the end, you and the others would be dead by now!"

  Jiang Feixue shouted, her cheeks puffed up in anger.

  "Save people? He was just after the treasure, no need to make it sound so noble," the white-robed man said indifferently, his expression cold.

  "You... you're impossible! Jiang Feiyun, I don't care what you think, if you want to harm Brother Zhu, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

  Jiang Feixue spread her arms, shielding Su Shi'er behind her, and shouted the white-robed man's name.

  "I shouldn't have given you that Yunyang Spirit Fire earlier, it was a gift from Brother Zhu!"

  Hearing this, Jiang Feiyun paused, squinting his eyes, his expression turning serious.

  He didn't stop because of Jiang Feixue's words, but because he sensed a faint threat from Su Shi'er.

  Moreover, Su Shi'er had been calmly meditating all along, not at all like someone under threat, making Jiang Feiyun suspect that he might have a hidden trump card.

  His injuries were merely suppressed, and if it came to a fight, he might not win.

  With these thoughts racing through his mind, Jiang Feiyun grunted, sheathing his broad sword.

  "Fine, I won't touch him. Now come back with me!"

  "No! You go back yourself! Brother Zhu saved you, and you don't know how to be grateful. I'm not as heartless as you," Jiang Feixue shook her head, refusing immediately.

  "Jiang Feixue, your nonsense has limits."

  "You went out without permission, which already displeased Father. If he finds out you're mingling with an unknown rogue cultivator, you know the consequences!"

  Jiang Feiyun said coldly, his hands clasped behind his back.

  "I..."

  Jiang Feixue trembled, her head lowered, looking like a wilted eggplant.

  Fear flickered in her eyes.

  In the cultivation world, rogue cultivators often had mixed backgrounds, many with low aptitude. Unlike sects and families, they couldn't band together for resources.

  Thus, most rogue cultivators fought fiercely for resources, often behaving recklessly and without limits.

  Such groups were naturally not favored by established powers, especially major ones.

  Divine Forge Manor was one of the three major powers in the Azure Mountain range, with strict rules and family discipline.

  "Hmph!" Seeing Jiang Feixue silent, Jiang Feiyun snorted, turning to look at Su Shi'er, who was meditating, his expression unfriendly.

  "Kid, if you know what's good for you, don't entangle with Xue'er."

  "She hails from Divine Forge Manor, of noble status, and you are from two different worlds!"

  "In this world... some people are destined to be beyond your reach!"

  Jiang Feixue's behavior made him think she was bewitched by the person before him.

  Naturally, he had no good impression of Su Shi'er.

  "Brother, you're too much..." Jiang Feixue glared at Jiang Feiyun, her eyes wide with anger.

  But before she could finish, Jiang Feiyun grabbed her and strode away.

  The other cultivators in the mountain hollow glanced at Su Shi'er, shook their heads, and quickly followed.

  In no time, Su Shi'er was left alone in the hollow.

  "Beyond reach? Is anyone born more noble than others?"

  Su Shi'er opened his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

  His will was firm, and his vision for the future clear. Jiang Feiyun's words had no effect on him.

  "With the Golden Sacred Spirit Spring in hand, others may come. It's not safe to stay here. Time to find a place to cultivate."

  Muttering softly, Su Shi'er wasted no time, gathering the scattered storage bags and swiftly leaving the Evil Pit.

  Nearly a thousand cultivators had died here, leaving behind a hundred or so storage bags. Even if each contained only one item, it was a considerable fortune.

  Su Shi'er was always meticulous and wouldn't let it go to waste.

  A day later.

  Su Shi'er arrived at a barren mountain in Yunmengze, rich in spiritual energy. Wielding the White Mist Sword, he quickly carved out a cave, sealing the entrance after entering.

  Sitting cross-legged inside, he didn't rush to cultivate but instead took out his belongings for inventory.

  This battle was the most perilous he had faced since he began cultivating.

  His Silver Light Sword was shattered, the Ice Shield broken, and both the Soul-Breaking Nails and Bone Spike were heavily damaged. Additionally, his True Essence was severely depleted, damaging his foundation.

  In the heat of battle, a single misstep could have cost him his life. Reflecting on it, Su Shi'er still felt a lingering fear.

  However, thinking of the gains from this venture, a faint smile appeared on his face.

  The handful of Golden Sacred Spirit Spring alone was worth all the losses.

  Su Shi'er first examined the items from the fallen rogue cultivators.

  Among nearly a thousand rogue cultivators, only a few had ritual artifacts. Most relied on spells and talismans for attacks.

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