Chapter 98: Cultivation Can Involve Fighting and Killing
Having been in the Wasteland for six or seven years, aside from a few geniuses who had met their demise here, everyone else had made significant improvements.
Leading them was Bai Yunfei from Youming Valley, who had stepped directly into the King Tao realm, becoming the foremost figure among the younger generation. Following him was the Divine Body, Chen Shixian. Although she hadn’t reached that realm yet, her combat strength was not to be underestimated, for she was an Ancient Divine Body.
Third place likely belonged to Li Pu of the Dayu Dynasty. He was always low-key, rarely took action, and after entering the Wasteland, he had minimal contact with the others, giving everyone a sense of mystery about him.
Fourth was Zi Yan of the Saint Tao family. Her rank was merely a notion in everyone’s minds; they felt she was consistently inferior to the Divine Body.
Finally, there was Guang Xiaoyu. Although she had once defeated the Divine Body, everyone knew that there was something fishy about that battle; it was not a fair fight. She had won against the Divine Body largely due to her reliance on equipment and, secondly, that overt scheme.
Amidst the glow of these many young geniuses, one person still attracted considerable attention: Chen Pingping, a Disciple of Qingfeng from the Wuji Sect. Among this group, he was the most peculiar, having entered as an ordinary person.
Now, six or seven years had passed. The seal was about to be unlocked, and they were on the verge of returning to the Heaven Martial Continent. Everyone wanted to know: was Chen Pingping still alive? If he was, what had he obtained? Could it be, as some speculated, that Chen Pingping had found a deserted place and had been lying low all this time?
They were waiting, as if for a joke to unfold.
A breeze stirred, dust swirled, and a few withered leaves drifted in from somewhere unknown.
About an hour later, a line of figures appeared on the distant land. Yes, it was a line of them: a man and a woman, a cow and a dog, two chickens, and a fluffy pet. The group was certainly a strange one.
All eyes swiveled towards them—there he was, still alive, but as always, fond of keeping small pets.
To their surprise, even after six or seven years, there seemed to be no change in him. He had no aura fluctuations, and his Dantian was also in a state of silence.