Longevity: From Being Pushed By The Witch

After leaving the Affairs Pavilion, Ji Boying's originally sunny mood was instantly shrouded in thick dark clouds.

He took a deep breath and took out his identity token to contact Li Yueyao, then quickly walked towards the direction of the commercial firm.

There were still three months of preparation time before the mission began.

During these three months, even if he had to break his precious sword and scrap two meteorite iron hammers, he would break through to the Yuan Martial Realm in terms of physical cultivation!

However...

Before that, he could sell the talismans he had stored during this time, which were not of very good quality, and exchange them for pills!

Kidney treasure! Nourish the Yuan!

Nourish Yin! Supplement Yang!

None of them could be missing!

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Dongcang Xuanzhou.

Above the endless mountains.

As the ink-colored ripples slowly spread under the moonlight, a blood-colored figure slowly walked out.

"Nangong pays respects to the Lord!"

Nangong Wan walked down from the throne and bowed to the blood-colored figure.

"No need for formalities."

A cold and indifferent voice slowly sounded.

Before long, the illusory figure gradually became clear, revealing a young man dressed in blood-red clothes, with white hair floating and a face like jade, standing in mid-air.

He glanced at Nangong Wan and smiled, saying:

"To be able to cultivate my Blood Sacrifice technique to perfection and break through to the mid-stage of Soul Formation in such a short time, you are truly worthy of my attention!"

"Indeed, the student surpasses the master!"

"Thank you for your praise, Lord."

Nangong spoke softly, with utmost respect in her words.

The young man in blood clothes nodded slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a purple-gold bead emitting colorful Buddha light appeared in his hand.

"This is the Buddha Relic made from the blood and qi of ten thousand Buddhas in the Buddha Kingdom. I will give you three years to completely devour it."

"As for Dongcang Xuanzhou, it will be guarded by the Sword Lord."

Nangong Wan's eyes flickered slightly, hesitated for a moment, and bowed:

"I will follow the Lord's orders!"

The Lord of the Demon Temple looked deeply at Nangong Wan and then left the Buddha Relic behind, disappearing into the ripples behind him.

Seeing that the young man in blood clothes had completely left, Nangong Wan took the purple-gold Relic into her hand.

She looked in a certain direction, and her star-like eyes flickered slightly.

"Hopefully... you can escape this calamity."

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Zhongsheng Divine Continent.

Headquarters of the Ten Thousand Dao Trading Firm.

It was still the magnificent hall on the highest peak.

However...

This time, the entire hall was only left with six illusory figures in blue, green, red, yellow, black, and purple, as well as... the young man in green clothes on the highest throne, who was as elegant as a spring breeze and rain.

"Everyone, the Demon Temple intends to break through the Five Continent Barrier, and it is unstoppable. We cannot stop them."

"There is only a hundred years left until the next eclipse. I intend to reopen the Ten Thousand Dao Divine Altar and make a desperate move!"

"Before that, I will give the ten core members of the main hall ten years. Within these ten years, anyone who can enter the top ten of the three rankings can enter the Divine Altar!"

As soon as the young man in green clothes finished speaking, the space around the six colored figures in the hall visibly fluctuated.

"There is no room for reconciliation?"

The green figure spoke first, his voice still sharp.

The young man in green clothes shook his head slightly.

"A hundred years later, the Five Continent Barrier will be broken. Even if the Celestial Clan doesn't break through, the Demon Temple will take action."

"In that case, there is only one battle!"

The green figure spoke again, his sharp voice like a sharp sword, causing the temperature in the entire hall to suddenly drop.

"The Celestial Lord has guarded the Five Continents for three thousand years."

"The Five Continents have been peaceful for too long, and they have long forgotten the shame of the Celestial Clan invading three thousand years ago and when all beings submitted!"

"Instead of letting the tragedy from three thousand years ago repeat itself, it's better to take a chance!"

"I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"Qinghan is the same!"

After speaking, the purple silhouette beside also echoed.

Although the other four silhouettes did not speak, the fluctuating void around them had already revealed everything.

Upon seeing the attitudes of the six individuals, the Qingyi Throne nodded slightly.

"Since that's the case... then carry out what I said. One hundred years later, I hope that our Ten Thousand Paths Commercial Alliance can produce another Heavenly Sovereign!"

"We will not fail to fulfill the command of the Divine Sovereign!"

The six silhouettes bowed respectfully to the Qingyi Throne, then completely dissipated into the void.

However...

They hadn't been gone for long when another ripple appeared in the hall.

Soon after, a figure in blood-red clothes walked out.

He looked at the blue-robed figure on the throne and smiled.

"Sister can open the Divine Altar for the Five Continents again, which pleases me!"

"I wonder why Brother has come to me this time?"

The young man in blue robes spoke softly, but his warm and melodious voice was like celestial music, pleasant to the ear.

"Of course... to kill the Qinghua Divine Sovereign and seize the Eight Desolations Cauldron!"

"You know I won't make a move against him."

The Wan Dao Divine Sovereign's expression turned slightly cold.

The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Temple seemed to have already known the answer. He smiled faintly and said:

"Sister doesn't need to personally make a move, just lend me a Thunder Seed."

Upon hearing this, the Wan Dao Divine Sovereign frowned slightly, "There are only nine Thunder Seeds!"

"I know."

The Lord of the Heavenly Demon Temple said in a solemn voice:

"Compared to the Heavenly Clan, the Qinghua Divine Sovereign is the most unstable existence."

"I don't want us to plan so carefully, only to end up being used by others."

"Sister doesn't need to rush to give me an answer. I will come again in a year."

After speaking, the blood-robed Lord of the Heavenly Demon Temple disappeared directly into a ripple.

Not long after...

The entire hall was left with only the Qingyi Throne alone.

He sat back on the throne, and his originally handsome face gradually became blurry and illusory.

When he reappeared, he had already changed into a completely new face.

Exquisite features, unparalleled elegance...

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[Experience Exchange: +100 (480,000/1,000,000)]

[Realm Bonus: 100%]

[Effect Bonus: 50%]

[Like-mindedness: 100%]

[Mysterious and Alluring Body (Third Transformation): 200%]

[Auxiliary Bonus: 200%]

[Free Attribute Points: +53]

[Skill Attribute Points (Sword Dao): +53]

In the elegant room, the brand new sandalwood long table let out a mournful cry under the pressure it shouldn't have borne at its age.

Finally...

Just as it was about to collapse and reach its end, the tireless giant dragon let out a long roar and left the abyss it relied on for survival.

Ji Boying let out a long breath and, disregarding his disheveled appearance, lay directly on the nearby couch.

Li Yueyao, who was leaning on the table, quickly adjusted her state, firmly locking the remaining heavy Yang energy and blood in her body to ensure that it wouldn't escape. Then, she changed into a new robe and sat next to Ji Boying.

Ji Boying rested his head on her slender and soft thigh, intending to close his eyes and rest for a while. Suddenly, he realized that something was off.

Realm bonus of 100%?

What's going on?!

He sat up and looked at Li Yueyao, asking...