"Who, who are you?" Nangong Ziyan was only then realizing how frightened he was. He was the incarnation of a demon, and the demonic nature within him was so strong that he himself would probably have a hard time controlling it when it erupted.
Bei Ming Haotian frowned as he looked at Nangong Ziyan's suddenly frightened expression. Why was she suddenly afraid? Could it be his eyes...?
"Hehe! Young master, please pretend I didn't ask. I was just curious, but now I'm not." Just as Bei Ming Haotian was wondering, Nangong Ziyan immediately changed her tune. She understood the principle that the more you know, the sooner you die.
"I was planning to tell you that?" The playful voice was soft and low, as if it possessed a magical quality.
"Ah! Why didn't you say so sooner?" Nangong Ziyan looked conflicted. Between curiosity and life, she chose to live.
"You said yourself that you didn't want to know." The seductive voice, tinged with wickedness yet possessing a deadly allure, made Nangong Ziyan's heart pound.
While Nangong Ziyan was struggling with her decision, Beiming Haotian had already brought her out of the barrier.
"Huh! They're out!" Nangong Ziyan's mood instantly brightened upon seeing the sea of flowers outside.
Looking at the sea of flowers before me, I realize that it is all thanks to her that Tiancheng has such a beautiful landscape.
Looking at the scene before her, Nangong Ziyan couldn't help but recall the past.
This is a world unrestricted by science or humanities, a world full of wonder, with only four continents and five landmasses, vast and boundless.
People generally believe that cultivating spiritual energy is the main focus. Spiritual energy is divided into several levels: Spiritualist, Spiritual Warrior, Spiritual Master, Spiritual King, Spiritual Emperor, Spiritual Saint, Spiritual Immortal, and Spiritual God. The Spiritual God is the highest level. Each level has a different color: Spiritualist, red; Spiritual Warrior, orange; Spiritual Master, yellow; Spiritual King, green; Spiritual Emperor, cyan; Spiritual Saint, blue; Spiritual Immortal, purple; and Spiritual God, gold.
Each level is further divided into low, medium and high levels.
Another type is the rare alchemist, who specializes in concocting potions to heal people's illnesses and injuries. Alchemists are also divided into levels: beginner, martial, spirit, profound, heavenly, saintly, and god. The potions they concoct are also divided into low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade.
She was one of the pharmacists, which was the thing that interested her most since she came to this world. She had reached the Heavenly level as a pharmacist, and could be considered a somewhat accomplished one. However, her spiritual energy was only enough for her to escape. She was only at the Spirit Master level, and killing her would be as easy as crushing an ant.
What's most astonishing is that there are demons and monsters in this world, but no immortals. Nangong Ziyan finds this utterly absurd. The existence of magical beasts, divine beasts, and monsters is even more fantastical. When she first learned about this world, she was completely bewildered and stunned by it all. Now, she has learned a lot about this world from her two brothers. According to that old man's words, she really hasn't stepped out of the South Sea Glazed Palace for sixteen years. Now she just wants to find Venerable Yunxiao and find out the truth. If he dares to have any selfish motives, she'll pluck all his beard off.
Bei Ming Haotian quietly watched her eyes drift away into the distance, and subtly tested her cultivation level. Instantly, Bei Ming Haotian frowned. With such low cultivation, she dared to run away from home.
-End of this chapter-
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