The usually noble Luo Shen'an was learning for the first time that such a heinous thing as the "Thousand-Year Kill" existed in the world.

He was taught from a young age that "a scholar can be killed but not humiliated," "a man can live standing but not die kneeling," and "you can kill me, but you cannot humiliate me."

But today, his values ​​are gradually collapsing.

Because he never imagined that the person in front of him, a powerful expert, would so childishly resort to such a low-level tactic to deal with him.

Who is he? Luo Shen'an, the strongest war god of the Luo Shen Dynasty, who has killed countless people in his life, has never been insulted like this before.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, are you mute?"

Qin Shou looked at Luo Shen'an, who seemed to be frozen in place, and poked him with his finger.

“Hey hey hey…”

Luo Shen'an suddenly convulsed and fell straight back to the ground.

"Hey, I knew it! How could anyone be completely unaffected by my Thousand Years of Kill?"

Qin Shou clapped his hands and laughed, "But you're the first one who's been killed hundreds of times by me without uttering a sound."

"I truly admire you."

Qin Shou gave a thumbs up.

Luo Shen'an stared wide-eyed at Qin Shou with murderous intent, "You... you... fuck... you..."

Snap!

Qin Shou was so happy that he gave him a big beating, which made half of Luo Shen'an's face swell up.

"Master, Master, that bad guy has been rescued! We geese have no games to play! What are we going to do?"

Just then, Yi Cheng came running over excitedly, clamoring to play more games.

"Hey, isn't there another one here?"

Qin Shou pointed at the unconscious Luo Shen'an and said angrily, "Yi Cheng, this person is even worse. Not only did he try to kill his master, but he also tried to steal all the food from our mountain, leaving you and Little Fatty without food, hoping to starve you to death."

"What! He's trying to steal the goose rice!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Cheng immediately panicked.

Then, fuming, she dragged Luo Shen'an away.

He shouted as he ran:

"Little Fatty, Black Rabbit, there's an even worse villain here! He's going to steal all the geese's food!"

......

When Luo Shen'an woke up again, he was already tied to a cross.

Reflected in his pupils were boulders flying towards him, slamming into his chest with a series of thuds.

Although his cultivation was sealed by this strange rope, his physique remained intact, and this level of attack power could not harm his life at all.

However... it's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Moreover, someone like Luo Shen'an is extremely concerned about saving face.

"Hehehe, Yi Cheng, as soon as I heard he was going to steal our food, how come he always manages to hit us?"

"Squeak, squeak, me too! I've hit him over thirty times already."

"Hehehe, daring to steal the food from us Turtle Mountain Four Scoundrels, you're simply... simply... simply idiots..."

"Mmm, what a big idiot, hahaha..."

......

"Senior, Luo Shen'an is, after all, a prince of the Luo Shen Dynasty, wielding considerable power, and backed by many unfathomable forces. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to insult him like this?"

On the hilltop, Feng Beixuan, his face bruised and swollen, stood behind Qin Shou, looking somewhat worried.

He knew the power of the Luoshen Dynasty; with a flick of a finger or a breath, they could sweep across millions of miles and bury his Xuantian Sword Sect.

"Insult? Did we insult him?"

Qin Shou turned his head. "This is our mountain's welcoming ceremony. By the way, would you like to experience it?"

"No, no, no, I won't."

Feng Beixuan quickly shook his head in refusal.

"Alright, you can stay on this mountain for a while. For the sake of my sworn brother, I'll teach you a few sword techniques later."

"Thank you, senior."

Feng Beixuan said excitedly.

The senior who was able to take down the Tiansheng King of the Luoshen Dynasty must have a cultivation level that was even more terrifying than he had originally imagined.

Moreover, and most importantly, he knew that this senior also practiced swordsmanship and possessed a very powerful sword intent.

He still remembers that more than a hundred years ago, when he first met this senior, it was because the wisp of sword intent that the senior exuded during his cultivation startled the entire Yunzhou, which led him to find this place.

"Okay, you should go and rest first."

Qin Shou waved his hand and then walked away into the distance, intending to go to the back mountain to see how his eldest disciple was doing in his cultivation and how far he was from reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

He had only taken a few steps when, as if remembering something, he turned back and asked:

"Huh? Little Feng, I remember when we first met, you seemed to be at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage."

What? Almost two cycles of sixty years have passed, and you're only at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage?

"You're a bit too weak."

Qin Shou glanced at Feng Beixuan.

Upon seeing this, Feng Beixuan was immediately embarrassed.

It's not that he's weak. At the Nascent Soul level, being able to break through two or three realms within a hundred years is already considered genius level.

He wasn't his senior brother; he was the kind of person who was unparalleled in the entire state, a peerless figure.

"Your teachings are wise, senior. I will certainly strive to improve myself."

Feng Beixuan bowed and said.

In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected.

The senior before him was not only exceptionally skilled, but also his senior brother's sworn brother. Therefore, even though he was the head of a sect, he bowed his head in respect without hesitation.

"This is utterly outrageous! I am the King of Tiansheng, how can I allow you ants and weeds to insult me ​​so wantonly?"

"Those few insignificant demons are practically courting death!"

In the distance, Luo Shen'an's angry voice could be heard.

"Hey Fatty, did you hear what he was yelling about just now?"

"Huh? I didn't hear you, I was having so much fun."

"Black Rabbit, did you hear that?"

"Squeak, squeak, I heard it! He's saying that Yi Cheng is fat and ugly, and that Little Fatty is short and won't grow tall..."

"What?! This is infuriating for the King of Koi!"

The chubby boy, hands on his hips, said fiercely, "I may not be tall, but I'm cute, okay?"

"Hmph, this bad guy is just jealous that I'm cute. Yi Cheng, let's skip dinner tonight and just smash him together, okay?"

"Little Fatty, the geese need to be well-fed to have more strength to smash up bad guys."

"Then...then let's bring the dining table over and smash him while we eat."

"Okay, okay, I'll go move the table right now."

......

The back mountain.

Changsheng was cultivating, with a golden spirit pearl floating above his head.

The Golden Spirit Pearl is a rare and precious object of heaven and earth. While its ability to grant immortality is debatable, it does have some effect, more or less.

"Moo~"

When the old ox under the tree saw the Qin beast arrive, it raised its head and bellowed once, then lowered its head again and lay down under the tree, pretending to sleep.

Qin Shou glanced at the old green ox; it had reached the third level of Qi Refining.

Its cultivation talent in the demon beast world is about the same as Changsheng's in the human world.

"Master, you've arrived."

Changsheng withdrew from his cultivation state and looked at Qin Shou with a smile.

"Um. "

Qin Shou nodded. "How has your cultivation been lately?"

"It's great, very smooth."

"Is there anything you don't understand that you'd like me to answer for you?"

"No. "

"...........Good. "

Qin Shou found a futon and sat down, leaning against the eaves, watching the white clouds drift lazily over the back mountain.

After a long silence, he said slowly, "Chang Sheng, do you remember how long you've been on this mountain?"

"It's been a long time."

Changsheng also sat beside Qin Shou, following his master's gaze to look at the scene in the sky.

He knew, however, that although he and his master were looking in the same direction, the scenery they saw was different.

His master was an extremely powerful being, a highly accomplished immortal who could see the celestial scenery beyond the heavens, while he was just a minor cultivator struggling in the Qi Refining Realm, whose gaze could never penetrate the clouds floating in the sky.

Even so, he was already very satisfied.

With his master around, he slept soundly for over a hundred years, had enough to eat and wear, and was always cared for.

"Master."

"Um? "

"nothing. "

......

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

"Haha, it's nothing."

......

"Master, Master, Master, Master-Father..."

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?..."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, nothing at all—"

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