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Ten years after Shen Qingli's catastrophe, Yun Su put on the demon mask she once loved most, but was still rejected by her. "Yun Su, give up. I have made up my mind to change to the ruthless way. According to our agreement, after the seduction fails, the Tao couple contract between you and me will be automatically terminated in ten days." Yun Su looked down at the Tao couple contract on his wrist that was once unforgettable. It was close to disappearing. He finally said with a wry smile: "Okay, as you wish." What was once closeness turned into mutual disgust. "Although the contract between you and me as Taoist companions will be terminated, I will still regard you as my junior brother. I hope you will stop wasting time on love in the future." But what Shen Qingli didn't know was that Yun Su, as an innate impure spirit, could cultivate hundreds of times faster than others. Before Shen Qingli went through the tribulation, Yun Su would secretly transfer his cultivation level to Shen Qingli every time to ensure that the two people's cultivation levels were close. In the past few decades, Yun Su has been relying on the remaining Taoist Companion Contract to suppress his rapid growth in cultivation and refuse to ascend. Yun Su raised his head and looked at the changing wind and clouds near Wuwu Mountain. Ten days later, the contract would be terminated, and he would obey the will of heaven, break through the thunder tribulation and ascend to the ninth heaven.

After my fiancée Ye Xuan became the young master of the Hidden Moon Sect, she unilaterally announced in public that she wanted to break off the engagement with me. The next day, she brought her junior brother Mo Chen to meet at the treasure auction, and kept increasing the price when I was bidding on the Heavenly Immortal Technique. "My junior brother is interested in this book of immortal magic. No matter how much he pays, I have a thousand spiritual stones more than him!" Then he sneered at me coldly: "I am now the young sect leader. You are just a useless casual cultivator. You are not worthy of carrying my shoes. If you are wise, please agree to break off the engagement and get away." I looked at the two people in front of me and silently raised the price of the magic to five million spiritual stones. He curled his lips and pointed to a rusty silver gun. "I don't want this anymore, I want that silver gun."