"I have no interest in you. I only came here to know about Master's (Zun's) past... Bai Miaomiao. Don't worry, if the Myriad Realms Ruler can't be found, I will help you find a way to survive."
Yan Quan said disdainfully and walked straight past Deng Yuan.
Although he was a bit of a homebody and a bit of a chuunibyou in his past life, it was nowhere near as serious as this guy's.
"Boom boom..."
"Well... okay."
However, I don't really know Sister Miao Miao very well. Back then, the four of us worked under her for a while.
Basically, it was just odd jobs like compiling data on the reborn individuals. After she was transferred by the organization, we never saw her again.
Hearing the sounds coming from above, Deng Yuan quickly followed Yan Quan and said.
"Oh? That was a long time ago... Are you all nearing the end of your lifespans?"
Yan Quan said expressionlessly, took out several bottles of pills from his storage bag, and handed them to Deng Yuan. The latter's expression froze instantly when he saw the bottle of longevity pills, but he recovered in a few moments and declined the pills with a smile.
"No need, no need. Although I want to be brave, we are really only approaching fifty years old..."
Don't let that old man's arrogant attitude fool you; he's actually younger than me. It's just that his cultivation method prevents him from maintaining his youth. The four of us are actually close in age, all approaching four thousand years old.
We've lived long enough. If we can't advance, then ending it like this isn't so bad...
Deng Yuan scratched his head and smiled wryly.
"Four thousand years old? A Nascent Soul cultivator can actually live that long?"
Yan Quan then realized something was wrong and asked a question. They then entered a secret room.
"Although our cultivation of the cultivation chain is restricted, once we begin, our lifespan will far exceed that of other cultivators of the same level in this world."
An aged voice came from inside the secret room, and then the little old man appeared.
"Um……"
Yan Quan remained silent. By that calculation, he was younger than all of them; he had only lived in this world for 1,500 years.
I thought I had seen it all, but I never expected...
"Alright, the people contacted by the Demonic Sect have arrived."
A woman appeared out of nowhere, carrying a stone plate, and spoke to the crowd.
She put down the stone plate, added some magic to it, and a humanoid projection appeared on it, dressed as a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
"Tomorrow, at..., high-ranking members of the church will personally attend to negotiate with you."
After stating a location and time several hundred miles away, the man took off the message, giving no one a chance to speak.
"That's it. The people from the Demonic Sect seem very confident. Why don't we hand that thing over and rescue Sisi?"
The woman sighed, a rare tenderness appearing in her eyes.
"Yes, people are the most important thing. At worst, we can just keep running around like before."
The old man echoed.
"We managed to escape, but what about the others?"
Even if they don't come from the same world as us, does that mean they're going to be captured and used as medicinal ingredients to extend their lifespan?!
Deng Yuan clenched his fist and said, and the other two remained silent, bowing their heads in silence.
"I'll go with Deng Yuan to carry out the plan tomorrow. The two of you will stay here and act according to the situation. I will take the lead."
Since the world is like this, we must change it ourselves.
"By the way, Deng Yuan, those longevity pills I made are from my own hands, not from any special people, so don't worry, you can take them and use them."
After a long while, Yan Quan spoke, but he didn't offer much comfort. He simply distributed the pills to the group, then shared some of his plans before leaving the basement to return to his room.
Is it to be made into a longevity elixir?
Now I know one of the reasons why they hunted them.
However, he had become somewhat numb to the practice of using people as alchemy materials, as such cases were commonplace.
Since there are many reincarnated beings in this world, he certainly can't save them all. Rather than being sad and world-weary, he should keep becoming stronger so that he can have the ability to change the rules.
With these thoughts running wild, Yan Quan returned to the cabin. The sky had returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Waaaaah, Yan Quan, Yan Quan, look, they've damaged it."
As soon as Yan Quan entered, he was embraced by a colorful figure. Long Cai Le, whose dragon horns had not yet faded, grabbed his clothes with one hand and cried out, while holding a small wooden sword broken in two in the other.
"By the way, Yan Quan, where is my wooden sword?"
Looking at it this way, did you give every woman a wooden sword?
Beside him, the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, with his short, slightly disheveled golden hair, spoke up, his expression gloomy as if his face was covered in black lines, clearly in a bad mood.
Clearly, none of the three could defeat the others, but they all suffered a bit.
"Ha, serves you right. What I don't have, none of you can have."
Chu Ruoxue crossed her arms and exclaimed. Her white hair fluttered lightly, and her white dress had several tears.
"Waaaaah, how could this be? This princess, this princess...waaaaah."
Long Caile held Yan Quan's hand, crying with tears streaming down her face, her cheeks still bearing traces of the frost left from the battle.
"well."
Yan Quan sighed, took a piece of peach wood from his storage bag, sat down to the side, and began to refine and carve words into it. Soon, it was transformed into a small wooden sword.
Long Caile then took it, sobbing, which finally calmed things down.
As for Su Yao, Yan Quan returned the small wooden sword that she had previously asked for back to her.
Although Su Yao was initially disgusted, she still snatched it away and took it back just as Yan Quan was about to reclaim it.
"I want one too!"
Yan Quan looked up and saw Chu Ruoxue reaching out her hand to him with a serious expression.
"You probably have a lot of my things from before, including this wooden sword. Don't think I don't know where the things that went missing from my room went, you..."
"Okay, okay, I... I don't want it anymore, shut up, senior brother."
Chu Ruoxue blushed and quickly stepped forward to cover Yan Quan's mouth, saying that she had suffered from this before and could not let Yan Quan reveal everything again.
The other two girls looked over with suspicion, but after a fierce fight, they were both exhausted and had no energy left to cause any more trouble.
Late at night, Yan Quan moved the three women who were sleeping in the three corners to the bed, and then sat alone on the roof to meditate and think. Soon the night passed.
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