Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives

After the last sentence, the Azure Supreme's voice no longer sounded in Shen Ran's mind.

The surrounding palaces no longer emitted a mysterious and ancient aura.

The dilapidated and lifeless city had truly been reduced to a ghost town for 10,000 years.

From then on, there was not a vestige of the eternal Azure Supreme in the world.

No, there are still endless legends about the Azure Supreme. And there's me, who accepted the inheritance and became his disciple.

Shen Ran recalled what he had just experienced and felt a sense of pride surging in his chest.

At this moment, I have a unique top-notch talent in the world.

Now I have even accepted the inheritance of the Azure Supreme.

Apart from the Azure Supreme who had once taken half a step into the Great Freedom Realm, no one else had reached that realm. If I don't reach the Great Freedom Realm, it would be simply unworthy of me to possess everything that I now have!

I can't stop now.

Keep going!

Shen Ran took a deep breath.

At this moment, at the bottom of the Ghost Cry Cliff, the concentration of spiritual energy was more than 20 times that of the servant disciple region.

It was a perfect place for cultivation.

However, it was almost dawn.

Accepting the servant mission was secondary.

Most importantly, Shen Ran felt that if he obtained the other opportunities and came here to cultivate, he would probably be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort.

Hence, Shen Ran chose to leave the dilapidated palace and quickly left the Ghost Cry Cliff.

After the Azure Supreme Thearch inheritance disappeared, there were no more gusts of cold wind or the terrifying cries of babies in the Ghost Cry Cliff.

Therefore, Shen Ran climbed up at an extremely fast speed.

With a light tap of his toes on the cliff wall, he could successfully leap hundreds of feet up.

In just a few minutes, Shen Ran rose 10,000 feet and arrived at the top of the Ghost Cry Cliff.

Back to the Ninth Summit.

Shen Ran carefully selected a servant mission that could collect opportunities again.

The mission was to help a core disciple named Li Tian irrigate the spiritual field.

And he was the disciple who hid the 10,000-year Wood Spirit Marrow in the depths of the Spiritual Field.

This disciple's residence was not in the same residential area as the core disciples.

Instead, it was set up in an extremely remote valley on the Ninth Summit.

When he arrived at Li Tian's residence, Li Tian, who was as fat as a ball, was lying leisurely on an arm-chair, eating fruits and basking in the sun.

"You're here?"

Li Tian opened his eyes which were squeezed by his chubby cheeks until they were only slits. He glanced at Shen Ran.

Then he closed his eyes again.

He stretched out a pair of pudgy hands and pointed to the spiritual field behind the courtyard that was only three acres.

At this moment, the medium-sized spiritual field was filled with various spiritual herbs that emitted a rich medicinal fragrance.

Ever since Li Tian accidentally discovered this valley during his cultivation, his cultivation path had immediately undergone a huge change.

There was no other reason.

The spiritual field in his courtyard was not particularly big.

However, spiritual herbs that needed three months to bloom only needed three days to bloom and seven days to mature in his spiritual field.

Moreover, the quality of mature spiritual herbs was excellent.

His teacher thought that Li Tian had an extremely strong planting talent, so he took him in as his last disciple and taught him personally.

In order to protect the secret of his spiritual field, Li Tian never allowed his fellow disciples to visit his residence.

At the same time, the servant disciples who had already helped to water the plants were not allowed to come again.

"Hello, Senior Brother Li! I'm the servant disciple who has come to water the plants today."

Shen Ran respectfully turned to Li Tian.

He respected the person who could provide him with opportunities from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah."

Li Tian responded lazily, "Water my spiritual field well. When you leave, you can pick any two spiritual herbs from my field."

Li Tian sounded very generous. After all, in his opinion, it took a lot of effort for others to nurture two spiritual herbs.

For him, it was just burying the seeds in the soil and asking a few servant disciples to water them for seven days and he would be able to harvest.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Li."

Shen Ran thanked him.

"Then I'll leave you to it. I'm going back to the house to sleep. If there's nothing else, don't bother me."

With that, Li Tian stood up from his arm-chair with great difficulty.

He staggered back into the room and closed the door.

Before long, a deafening snore came from inside.

Listening to the snoring, Shen Ran felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Isn't this how Old Xu is when he comes back?

Shen Ran smiled and shook his head. He was not in a hurry to dig up the 10,000-year Wood Spirit Marrow in the spiritual field.

Instead, he lifted a bucket of water and walked back toward the mountain.

It was the eighth of January.

Other than coming to retrieve the 10,000-year Wood Spirit Marrow, Shen Ran still had another opportunity to tap.

That was to go to the back of the mountain to save the heavily injured Eighth Summit's elder and obtain the chance to become an ordinary disciple.

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On the back mountain of the Empyrean Sword Sect.

Luo Qifeng was lying on his back, a boulder on top of him, and despair was across his whole face.

He did not expect that as an elder of the Eighth Peak of the Empyrean Sword Sect and an elder at the eighth level of the Illumination Realm, he would end up in such a sorry state.

One night five days ago, when he was cultivating, he accidentally circulated the wrong cultivation technique, causing the spiritual energy to flow the wrong way in his meridians, and he went berserk.

He actually lost his mind and ran around the mountain gate shouting.

Finally, he ran to the remote back mountain and lay under this huge rock, unable to move.

Normally, he would be able to handle a boulder.

Even if an entire mountain was pressing down on him, Luo Qifeng had the ability to blast it open.

However, after experiencing the cultivation mistake and going berserk, as long as Luo Qifeng circulated his spiritual energy slightly, his meridians would be in extreme pain.

The terrible pain from his entire body could even knock him out.

There was no other way. Without the nourishment of pills, Luo Qifeng could only quietly wait for his injured meridians to recover with time.

Unexpectedly, he was weighed down by the boulder on his body for five days.

Not only did his injured meridians not show any signs of recovery, the pain became even worse when he circulated his spiritual energy.

How Luo Qifeng wished at that moment that someone would come to his rescue.

However, no one had passed by this back mountain in the past four days.

Could it be that as an elder of the first generation, his end would be that he would gradually wither away, pinned under a huge boulder?

The thought saddened him.

Even though Luo Qifeng had lived for more than 300 years, he was still sad. Two lines of turbid tears slowly fell down his wrinkled cheeks.

"Eh? Isn't this Elder Luo? Why is he lying here? Is he cultivating? I just happened to pass by and won't disturb him anymore."

Shen Ran's puzzled voice sounded in Luo Qifeng's ears like the winds of heaven.

In fact, although Shen Ran said that he was just passing by, he had already walked around the back mountain for a long time before finding this place.

"Disciple, please wait!"

Luo Qifeng heard Shen Ran leaving.

He cried out in panic.

He was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, this disciple would have left.