Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

"The great age is beginning, your strength is too weak. Until you break free from the shackles, do not take a single step outside the Ning Family!"

A voice full of authority came through, its tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes, father."

Ning Jia’an quickly rose to his feet and bowed his head respectfully.

His father was a strict man, having high expectations for Ning Jia’an since he was a child.

Until his strength surpassed his father’s, Ning Jia’an did not dare to disobey him.

"Ning Shiyi."

In the grand hall, Ning Wenyuan spoke calmly.

As his words fell, a burly man in gray attire with ordinary looks appeared respectfully in the hall.

"Your instructions, my lord."

Ning Shiyi said respectfully.

"Go and capture Xiao Yu, just leave him with one last breath." The middle-aged man said nonchalantly.

"Yes, my lord."

Ning Shiyi responded and instantly disappeared from the spot.

After giving the order, Ning Wenyuan leisurely took a sip of the spirit wine in his cup, a peculiar glint flashing in his eyes.

"In times of chaos, many geniuses are born in response to destiny."

"This Xiao Yu is somewhat strange, seemingly harboring many secrets, possibly a person born in response to destiny."

"..."

Ning Wenyuan pondered silently.

Inverse and one is immortal, along and one is ordinary.

This is a widely spread saying in the Immortal Dao.

It is the same for martial artists.

Cultivators do things that defy the heavens, the martial artists are the same.

Even daring to go against the heavens, let alone seizing the opportunities of those born in response to destiny and replacing them, such insignificant matters!

Only a genius who grows up becomes a truly powerful one born in response to destiny.

Those who die prematurely are not.

"Wu Yiyi of the Wu Family, Kong Tiange of the Kong Family, Ning Yuanjie of the Ning Family, Xiao Yu of the Martial Alliance..."

"Although Xiao Yu is not as good as the others, he seems to harbor significant secrets."

"Moreover, able to stay in the Demon Realm for over five months and return safely, clearly he is someone with deep fortune."

"In today’s Martial Arts Realm, among the younger generation, these few are the most outstanding, yet my son Ning Jia’an’s talent is also not weak!"

"What he lacks is merely sufficient opportunities!"

Ning Wenyuan murmured softly.

He harbored great ambitions in his heart.

Ning Wenyuan wanted to seize the talent opportunities of those born in response to destiny for his son Ning Jia’an, and replace them!

To this end, he made many secret arrangements.

Besides Lin Zheyu.

Ning Wenyuan also targeted many suddenly rising talented cultivators, secretly plotting to seize their opportunities.

At Ning Wenyuan’s level of power, he already had an inexplicable understanding of the future.

He frequently felt a sense of alarm in his heart.

The impending great age would be extremely dangerous, containing unprecedented terrifying crises.

In crises lie opportunity.

Unprecedented terrifying crises also hinted at unimaginable massive opportunities arising.

Countless talented powerhouses will be born, surging ahead, rising powerfully in this great age!

The situation of this world may undergo a massive reshuffle.

Any strong person of a certain strength will not sit idly by as the chaotic times descend.

Ambitious powerhouses like Ning Wenyuan all want to get a share of the pie in the upcoming crisis.

To seize the greatest fortune.

Such people are countless in the Cultivation Realm.

Fan Hongwei of Lingyun Pavilion is also counted among them.

However, not everyone acts like Ning Wenyuan.

Each person’s methods vary according to their strength, cultivation, and knowledge.

Some succeed, replacing others, rising powerfully.

Others fail, their efforts in vain, falling into eternal damnation.

...

Whoosh~~~

A fierce wind howled, bringing waves of heat beating against him.

Lin Zheyu walked as if in a leisurely stroll, stepping across the void, covering a thousand miles with each step.

"Again!"

"The third time."

"Is it the Wu Family? The Ning Family? Or that old fellow Fan Hongwei?"

"Or perhaps, Sun Zhenzhi?"

Lin Zheyu looked at the flickering azure glass bracelet on his wrist, frowning slightly.

Since returning from the demon cave, it was the third time the azure glass bracelet had given an alert.

Once more than half a month ago.

Twice consecutively while leaving Flame Martial City, heading towards the East Sea.

Lin Zheyu had only feuds with Wu Yixuan, Ning Jia’an, Sun Zhenzhi, and Fan Hongwei.

Aside from them, Lin Zheyu thought carefully, and should have had no grudges with others.

"These guys are truly lingering like ghosts..."

"Troublesome."

Lin Zheyu looked at the azure glass bracelet, shaking his head somewhat speechlessly.

The golden celestial eye in his sea of consciousness suddenly opened, carefully inspecting his body and the items he carried.

After checking back and forth several times, confirming no tracking marks were planted, Lin Zheyu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"It seems special tracking methods were used."

"Is it a secret technique of divining heaven’s mechanisms?"

"Such methods often come with a hefty price and cannot be used as frequently as tracking marks."

"As long as real-time tracking is not possible, there’s not much problem."

Lin Zheyu said to himself.

He still did not know that Ning Jia’an’s father, Ning Wenyuan, had targeted him intending to seize the opportunities on him.

After all.

Lin Zheyu had never exposed himself with overly strong abilities in public from the start.

It was only during the competition for the deputy hall master of the Martial Hall that he exposed part of his strength, but that shouldn’t have attracted the covetous eyes of others.

As for those he had slain in the demon cave.

Lin Zheyu handled it very cleanly, leaving no traces behind.

The Wu Family and the Ning Family would at most suspect that he was secretly protected by a strong person.