Longevity: From Being Pushed By The Witch

Dongzhou, Eastern Territory.

A giant floating ship swiftly shuttled through the sky from east to west.

The intense fluctuations of spiritual power left a terrifying scar on the clouds that the ship passed through.

"Reporting to the Sword Lord!"

"The Blood Sacrifice Formation in the Eastern Territory of Dongzhou has been fully deployed. With just a command from the Sword Lord, it can be activated at any time!"

Inside the main hall of the ship.

A Nascent Soul peak cultivator respectfully reported.

On the main seat, an old man lightly stroked his beard, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"After two and a half years, can this great battle finally begin?"

A slight curve appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth. He stood up from the main seat and said loudly:

"Spread the order, from today onwards, all treasure ships will immediately go to their respective assigned areas and complete the final blood harvest!"

"When autumn comes this year, follow me, Sword, to break the Azure Dragon!"

"Yes!"

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On the other side.

Western Territory of Dongzhou...

Also on a flying ship.

Su Ling stood in front of a purple silhouette, her expression serious, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Why has the competition among the successors, originally scheduled to start in seven years, been moved forward to two years?"

She looked at the silhouette in front of her with some confusion.

The latter shook its head slightly and said:

"This matter was decided by the Supreme Palace Lord alone."

"As for the specific reason... the Supreme Palace Lord did not explain, but it should be related to the Qinghua Divine Lord who resides in the Arctic Cold Continent."

"The Qinghua Divine Lord?!"

Su Ling's face changed slightly.

Then she heard the cold voice of the purple silhouette continue.

"The early start of the competition is extremely disadvantageous for you."

"The only thing I can do for you is to open the Thunder Pool again, but... it needs to be scheduled for one year later."

"After all, the Thunder Elemental Crystals in the Thunder Pool were captured by you and Master Ji once, and they cannot be restored in a short period of time."

"Thank you, Palace Lord!"

...

After a while, the purple silhouette dissipated.

Only Su Ling remained in the cabin.

"Two years..."

She murmured and took out a formation disk, activating it.

Not long after...

A golden list appeared before her eyes.

She looked at her own position, then looked at a name among the top fifty, her face showing a hint of helplessness.

"A difference of nearly forty ranks..."

Knock, knock, knock...

Suddenly, a faint knocking sound came from the cabin, followed by an old prompt tone, interrupting Su Ling's thoughts.

"Mr. Su, we have arrived at the Azure Dragon Immortal City."

"Understood."

Su Ling closed the golden list on the formation disk.

Adjusting her mindset slightly, she immediately went to the deck of the flying ship.

Looking at the city in the distance, whose outline was already visible, Su Ling couldn't help but think of Ji Boying.

"He didn't enter the Ten Thousand Dao Tower for the whole year last year. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be in seclusion."

"I wonder how his talisman path level is now, whether he has come out of seclusion. If he hasn't... I can only try to leave him a few more books."

With these thoughts, a flicker appeared in Su Ling's eyes.

"I don't have much time left. I can only stay in the Azure Dragon Immortal City for at most half a year. After that, no matter what, I have to return to the headquarters and cultivate the Seventy-Two Purple Sky Divine Thunder in seclusion."

"Only when I completely master the Seventy-Two Purple Sky Divine Thunder do I have a chance to seize the position of successor!"

While talking to herself.

The flying ship had already docked on a mountain peak outside the Azure Dragon Immortal City.

The old man piloting the ship quickly walked up to Su Ling and respectfully said:

"Mr. Su, we have arrived at the Azure Dragon Immortal City. If there's nothing else, I will return to the Southern Territory."

"You have worked hard, Elder Qi. You may return."

Su Ling nodded slightly, then used her hand as a pen to casually draw a few spiritual patterns in the air.

Then a pure spiritual power emanated from it.

Su Ling lightly tapped her finger, causing ripples to appear in the spiritual patterns. In the next moment...

She disappeared from the spot.

Qi, who was behind her, twitched his eyes slightly when he saw this scene.

"Is that a teleportation talisman?!"

"Can it be drawn like this?"

---

After a few breaths.

As space twisted, Su Ling landed on the roof of an empty courtyard in a residential area.

She looked at the wooden sign on the gate of the courtyard.

"District A?"

"It's about thirty miles off from my original target in the mountains."

"As expected..."

"With my current level of talisman art, I still can't reach the point of doing as I please without going overboard."

Su Ling murmured for a moment, then prepared to jump off the house and continue walking towards the mountains.

However...

Just at this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from a direction behind her.

Under normal circumstances, Su Ling would ignore such subtle movements.

But...

This time was different.

From that subtle sound, she heard a familiar voice.

Su Ling frowned and followed the source of the sound, finally fixing her gaze on the single courtyard with the number 91 in the District A.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Ling raised her hand and condensed a ray of spiritual light, quickly sketching beside her.

As the spiritual diagram was completed, everything in the distant courtyard was projected onto the void like a thermal image.

Not only that...

Even the slight rustling sound was amplified.

But not for long...

The sound of birds singing and the melodious celestial music rang in Su Ling's ears.

In the main room of the courtyard.

There was a tall and sturdy figure, wielding a sword at his waist, fighting four opponents alone, displaying unmatched bravery.

In addition, there were dozens of graceful figures surrounding the battlefield, making it impossible to escape.

This scene...

It was like the situation by the banks of the Wu River in the past, where a king stood alone with a spear, surrounded on all sides, facing enemies from both front and back.

Su Ling looked at this unfavorable battlefield, and her fair fist in her purple sleeve creaked.

As for her beautiful face as white as jade, it became as gloomy as water, as if a storm was brewing within, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Hopeless!"

After a long time...

Seeing Ji Boying still fighting alone, resisting and not showing any intention of surrendering, Su Ling's face darkened, and she snorted coldly, directly flicking her sleeve and leaving.

Originally, she wanted to help him master the Three Clear Divine Thunder during this half year.

But now...

It seemed completely unnecessary.

With his current state of willingly falling into decadence, becoming a Five-Star Talisman King was a distant dream!

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At the same time, inside the single courtyard with the number 91.

Ji Boying was still fighting with his gun, unaware that he had unintentionally left an irreversible impression on someone.

Until...

A couple of hours later.

The enemies around him were killed one after another, throwing away their helmets and armor, falling to the ground. Ji Boying finally lay contentedly on the nearby brocade couch.

Today, his original intention was to ask Zixiao for help in taming his own divine beast.

Unexpectedly, the resentful divine beast not only remained unruly and unyielding, but also had an extremely violent temperament.

Zixiao tried every means possible, but not only did she fail to tame the divine beast, she exhausted herself in the process.

Helpless, Ji Boying had to let Yuexiao, Qiuwen, and Bihen take turns playing a solo version of Russian roulette with his divine beast.

Only then did it manage to suppress its irritable temper.

After venting his anger, Ji Boying entered the moment of enlightenment.

However...

Just as he was about to take out the Three Clear Divine Thunder scripture to improve his foundation in talisman theory...

A majestic and profound ripple of spiritual power slowly spread from the room.

Ji Boying raised an eyebrow, then followed the source of the ripple.

He saw Li Yuexiao, who was sitting cross-legged behind the crowd, also opening her eyes.

When their eyes met.

Without the need for the other to speak, Ji Boying knew that she had reached the Great Perfection stage of the Gold Core realm and could break through to the Nascent Soul realm at any time.

So this is the Xuan You Mei Body?

With the assistance of the Yang energy of the Great Perfection stage, even if it was crossing a major realm, it was still a natural process without any restraints!

If it were an ordinary Gold Core cultivator, even with excellent spiritual roots, the chances of breaking through the Gold Core realm without using a Conception Infant spiritual object would still be slim!

"Everyone, step back!"

Ji Boying immediately ordered.

"Without my permission, no one is allowed to approach the number 91 courtyard!"