"Can!"

His voice, though soft, was very steady and reached everyone's ears.

Just from this one word, one can tell that the owner of this voice has unfathomable skill!

Many people are curious about who this senior is.

But they valued their lives more and dared not ask.

"Young Master Murong, please come in."

Su Qinghe stood up and gestured for him to proceed.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and stepped into the valley.

After passing through a long, dark, and winding path, the view suddenly opened up, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, as if I had arrived at a paradise.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing and delightful.

A thatched hut, a pond, an old man, a straw raincoat, and a fishing rod.

"They're here."

The old man didn't even look up; his cloudy eyes were fixed on the fishing float.

"Grandson-in-law Murong Fu greets his maternal grandfather."

Murong Fu bowed deeply to the old man.

The old man looked surprised upon hearing this, and then turned his head to look at him.

The old man had a three-foot-long beard, every single hair of which was white. His face was as smooth as jade, without a single wrinkle. His eyes instantly cleared of their cloudiness and became bright and spirited. Despite his advanced age, his charm was as undiminished as ever.

"You married Qingluo's daughter?"

The old man muttered to himself, calculating with his fingers, "If I calculate carefully, Qingluo's daughter is already sixteen years old, which is indeed the age for marriage."

The old man beckoned: "Come here, let me take a good look at you."

The words fell.

Murong Fu then felt a gentle force supporting him, and he involuntarily walked forward.

Nine Yang Divine Skill!

Murong Fu's face was resolute, and golden light shone from his body as he fully circulated his Nine Yang True Qi to resist this mysterious force.

Wu Yazi immediately saw through the martial arts style and exclaimed in surprise, "It's actually the Nine Yang Divine Skill. It seems you have an extraordinary background."

Despite the pressure, Murong Fu managed to say with difficulty, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Grandfather. It was just a chance encounter."

"Hehe, you're quite stubborn, kid. Let your grandpa see how much you've learned."

Wu Yazi smiled gently and gestured with his hand.

It was another gentle force, yet it was irresistible.

As if resisting the heavens and earth, Murong Fu's flesh and blood began to boil, and blood color appeared in the golden light.

The astonishing malevolent energy was almost solidified.

Wu Yazi was stunned. Such a murderous aura was absolutely unique and usually only appeared on the killing gods of the army, such as Bai Qi, the killing god of Qin Province, and Huo Qubing, the war god of Han Province.

"How many people have you killed? Are you a living Yama?"

"Not many, less than 100,000 people."

Murong Fu smiled, a bright and sunny smile, but against the backdrop of blood-red malevolent energy, it appeared extremely bewitching.

"Less than 100,000?"

Wu Yazi shook his head. "Do you know that these evil energies will transform into inner demons when you break through, making your breakthrough ten or a hundred times more difficult than that of ordinary martial artists?"

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Murong Fu closed his eyes, his essence, energy, and spirit gathered at the top of his head, and his aura surged!

"This... how is this possible? It's already starting to condense the Three Flowers?"

Wu Yazi seemed to have witnessed the most shocking thing in the world.

Back then, he condensed the three flowers, meditating for a whole year, holding his breath and calming his mind.

It took another three years to cultivate his energy and spirit to its peak.

The breakthrough process took a whole year.

It took him a full five years to advance from the peak of Grandmaster to Grandmaster.

Now, it seems that Murong Fu's three flowers have reached their peak, and he is only missing the last layer of membrane. He is about to become a Grandmaster!

Murong Fu smiled confidently, "You don't understand the power of cheat codes!"

"Labor Commissioner! Break it for me!"

Murong Fu shouted in his heart, unleashing all of his Nine Yang True Qi, breaking through the last thin membrane.

Click!

It's done!

Countless streams of true energy condensed into a single drop of true essence.

This is the mark of a grandmaster!

A single drop of true essence can equal a massive amount of true qi!

This is a qualitative change!

"It really worked?"

Wu Yazi was questioning his life. Was he just too useless? Or had he been too cautious back then? Becoming a Grandmaster wasn't difficult at all; it didn't require so much preparation.

"Thank you so much, Grandpa, for helping me break through to the Grandmaster level!"

Murong Fu's voice was calm, but it contained a hint of joy.

Wu Yazi shook his head and sighed, "It's because you're too monstrous; it has nothing to do with me."

Murong Fu shook his head and insisted, "If my grandfather hadn't told me that the Grandmaster is someone who can manipulate the primordial energy of heaven and earth for his own use, I wouldn't have understood so quickly."

"Never mind, thank me if you want."

Wu Yazi suddenly had the illusion that the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves forward, and the old waves die on the beach.

This world ultimately belongs to the young.

Murong Fu said, "Grandpa, your leg ailment..."

Wu Yazi shook his head and looked up at the sky: "My leg injury is not a problem. With my cultivation level, it would be very easy for me to get a new pair of legs. My injury is in my heart. There is only a cure for heart ailments."

Murong Fuming understood, "Grandpa, do you miss Grandma?"

Wu Yazi snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with fury: "Hmph! That wretched woman..."

Murong Fu waved his hand and smiled, "I was referring to another maternal grandmother. Once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds seem pale in comparison."

How did you know?

Wu Yazi unleashed a burst of power, blasting the pond with tremendous force, sending many fat fish flying onto the shore.

Murong Fu remained calm and fearless. He channeled his true energy, and the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) formed a protective shield around him. "Grandpa, you've lost your composure."

"Hoo~~" Wu Yazi took a deep breath and calmed his inner energy for a while before he could calm down. "Tell me, how much else do you know?"

Murong Fu said calmly, "There is a fairy island overseas called Penglai. It has been passed down through three generations of single heirs. The current heir is named Li Feiyu, and his ancestor is named Li Canghai."

"So, you went overseas."

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