Black Wind Valley

That night, the oil lamp in the inner courtyard of the Tie Family Brewery remained lit all through the night.

Su Yueli and Tie Ling'er talked about many things. They spoke of the old grudges and grievances from years past, as well as the amusing anecdotes about the small merchants and street vendors in Qingzhou City over the years.

Although time had taken away Tie Ling'er's youth, it had also granted her an open-minded wisdom, having seen through the ways of the world.

Early the next morning, before the morning mist had even dispersed, Su Yueli had already packed her bags.

Tie Ling'er walked her all the way to the entrance of the brewery.

She did not cry, but her cloudy eyes were filled with the bittersweet finality of knowing they would never meet again in this lifetime.

The thirty-five-year gap in time had long since set their life trajectories toward entirely different destinations.

Su Yueli patted her shoulder. “Take care of yourself, drink less strong liquor, and take care.”

Tie Ling'er forced a smile and nodded, watching the green-robed figure gradually disappear into the morning light.

She knew in her heart that this parting was forever.

As she walked out of Qingzhou City, the warmth in Su Yueli's eyes vanished. The heartwarming reunion had come to an end; the road ahead would be paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

There was only... constantly becoming stronger!

Her destination this time was the Blue Moon Sect.

She had to get to the bottom of whether her master Lu Chen's death was indeed an underhanded plot by Shen Huai'an to sever his mortal ties.

In addition, she wanted to use the opportunities along the way to find a method to break through the Tenth Realm of the martial path.

A mortal at the Tenth Realm was already a Martial God, but that was still not enough when facing the high-and-mighty cultivators. She had to find the path to the Eleventh Realm of the martial path.

As for the Cangyun Sect, which had caused her parents' deaths, she could not head-on challenge that blood feud with her current strength. She could only keep it in mind for now and settle the score slowly in the future.

The Blue Moon Sect was located in the Blue Moon Mountain Range, which was extremely far from Qingzhou City.

For cultivators who could fly on swords, it might only take a day or two, but for a martial artist who could only rely on their legs, even though Su Yueli was already a Tenth Realm Martial God, traveling at full speed would still take five to six days.

Su Yueli rushed along the way. By noon of the third day, she arrived at a small border town called Luoxia City.

Three consecutive days of high-intensity traveling had drained some of her stamina, so she found a street-facing inn to rest.

Finding a quiet spot by the window, she sat down, ordered two plates of braised beef and a pot of green tea, and observed the local customs and people of the town.

Just then, the conversation from the neighboring table drifted into her ears.

Su Yueli glanced over. Sitting at that table were two young men, both dressed in moon-white robes with a crescent moon emblem embroidered on their collars.

It seemed to be the attire of the Blue Moon Sect?

There were faint fluctuations of spiritual energy around the two of them. Judging by their aura, they were likely at the level of the Second Realm of cultivation.

However, Su Yueli was not a cultivator after all and lacked immortal spiritual perception, so her perception was not very precise, and she could not be entirely sure.

“Senior Brother, the bounty mission released by the sect this time is truly tempting. That Fourth Realm demon beast entrenched in Black Wind Valley—if we can kill it and obtain its core materials, we can exchange them for at least three Peiyuan Pills back at the sect!” One of the round-faced cultivators lowered his voice, his tone filled with excitement.

The older cultivator shook his head, his expression very serious. “Though the bounty is high, that is a Fourth Realm demon beast. Even if it is currently heavily injured, it is absolutely not something that low-level Second Realm cultivators like us can easily provoke.”

“However, according to news from the inner sect, several Third Realm senior brothers have already teamed up to go there. We might be able to go to the outskirts to try our luck, see if we can pick up some scraps, and get some discarded demon beast flesh and blood.”

A Fourth Realm demon beast!

Hearing this, Su Yueli's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and the Martial God blood qi inside her body involuntarily began to boil.

Moreover, those two were indeed Second Realm cultivators. It seemed her perception was exactly correct and had not erred.

While Su Yueli was still lost in thought, the two Blue Moon Sect cultivators happened to turn their heads, and their eyes locked right onto hers.

The moment they saw Su Yueli, a look of amazement flashed through both of their eyes simultaneously.

The girl sitting by the window possessed a devastatingly beautiful face, and her cold, refined temperament carried an otherworldly aura.

The round-faced cultivator instinctively wanted to go over and strike up a conversation, but when he habitually released his divine sense to probe Su Yueli's cultivation, his expression instantly fell.

No spiritual light of the purple mansion, no spiritual energy of Bone Talent.

She was a mortal...

Although the blood qi in her body was extremely robust, she was still just a mortal martial artist.

“What a pity.”

The older cultivator withdrew his gaze and shook his head, lowering his voice to his companion.

His tone was filled with high-and-mighty arrogance and disdain. “No matter how good her looks are, she is merely a mortal martial artist with no connection to the immortal path.”

“For us cultivators, a single seclusion can easily last for decades. By the time we emerge, such a mortal beauty will have likely already become a skeleton, having aged, fallen ill, and died, turning into a pile of yellow earth. Let us go. There is a boundary between immortals and mortals; let us not delay our proper business.”

Hearing this, the round-faced cultivator also let out a sigh of disappointment, settled the bill with his senior brother, and left.

Watching their departing figures, Su Yueli raised her eyebrows and frowned slightly.

A boundary between immortals and mortals?

The superiority complex of these cultivators was practically overflowing. It almost made her laugh.

When she scattered their ashes with a single punch, she wondered if they would still be this arrogant.

As long as she kept a low profile, she would surely break through to the Eleventh Realm of the martial path and pioneer even higher martial realms.

However, the Fourth Realm demon beast mentioned by the two instantly piqued Su Yueli's interest.

Back then, she had benefited immensely from just buying a single bottle of processed Fourth Realm beast blood. Now, she was precisely struggling to find an opportunity to break through the shackles of the Tenth Realm Martial God...

If she could obtain the essence blood of a Fourth Realm demon beast to forcibly devour, or use its rare materials to exchange for resources in the cultivation world, wouldn't breaking through to the Eleventh Realm be just around the corner?

Third Realm cultivators going to besiege a heavily injured Fourth Realm demon beast—wasn't this a perfect coincidence? High-end hunters often appeared in the form of prey.

Since they wanted to try their luck, she was definitely going to snatch this opportunity!

After all, wealth is found in danger!

With this thought, Su Yueli settled her bill. With a flash of her figure, she sped off toward Black Wind Valley in the direction the two Blue Moon Sect disciples had gone.