Ye Beixuan, the direct descendant of Kunlun, went into seclusion for ten years and went down the mountain to take revenge.
On the first day out of quarantine, I was so hungry that stars appeared in my eyes.
The only valuable thing on his body was ten pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. In the world of cultivation, you can exchange pills for half a year, but in the city you can't even afford a bowl of noodles.
The owner of the hand cake stall thought he was pitiful and gave him one with eggs.
Ye Beixuan took the first bite, and the tip of his tongue shrank from the heat. I haven't eaten hot food in ten years. The last time I ate hot food was steamed buns made by my junior sister with too much alkali in them.
Later, the junior sister did not live past the age of fourteen. In order to grab a golden elixir, the Qin Group slaughtered his entire family of 107 people.
The golden elixir has been melting in Ye Beixuan's belly for ten years now.
He put down the cake and wiped his mouth.
"Qin family. I'm here."
Everyone thought he was a beggar and a homeless man—until the sword wrapped in linen behind his back revealed a glint of cold light.
