Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 270 - A Bunch of Damn Bastards!

“Not good!”

The moment a piece of silver shot out from Sanshi Peak, Xia He’s heart sank.

The silver was about the size of a baby’s fist, its surface full of pits and dents. Aside from its pure silvery-white color, it looked just like an ordinary, porous stone.

But despite its unremarkable appearance—

As the Sect Master of Tianxuan Sect, how could he not recognize what this stone was?

This was Chaos Silver!

A treasure that had existed since the dawn of chaos itself!

And coincidentally—

The Tianxuan Mirror was also forged from Chaos Silver.

When two pieces of Chaos Silver were close to each other, they would resonate—pulling toward one another with an irresistible force.

And when they collided—

The chaotic energy released would annihilate everything in the vicinity—including formations.

It was even possible that Sanshi Peak itself would be completely destroyed!

Xia He had no idea how those prisoners had managed to smuggle Chaos Silver into the prison without being discovered.

But one thing was certain—

If the Tianxuan Mirror continued on this trajectory, it would shatter Sanshi Peak, break the seal, and release those old monsters imprisoned within!

For Xia He, it was already too late.

The moment Chaos Silver appeared, the two pieces reacted to each other.

The Tianxuan Mirror instantly accelerated—

plummeting like a falling star.

“BOOM!”

A deafening explosion shook the entire Tianxuan Sect.

Atop Sanshi (Three Stone) Peak, the three colossal boulders were obliterated by the impact of the Tianxuan Mirror.

Waves of spiritual energy swept outward in a violent storm.

The mirror and the Chaos Silver clashed.

Chaotic lightning erupted, rampaging across the mountain—

Boulders were reduced to rubble.

Ancient trees were cleaved in half.

Fires ignited across the forest.

Panic-stricken beasts and creatures fled in every direction, instinctively trying to escape.

At the same time, the mountain’s formation barrier was being torn apart—bit by bit.

Above Sanshi Peak, dark clouds swirled, growing denser and heavier—

Like the arrival of doomsday.

“BOOM!”

Another thunderous explosion—

A final bolt of heavenly lightning struck, splitting Sanshi Peak in two from summit to base!

As if its purpose had been fulfilled, the Tianxuan Mirror and Chaos Silver ceased their rampage—

Now they simply hovered in midair, silent.

The lightning dissipated.

But in its place—

A violent surge of sword energy and spiritual power began condensing atop Sanshi Peak.

Within Tianxuan Sect, many disciples halted their battles and turned their eyes toward the peak.

And then—

A hoarse, almost amused voice echoed from above.

“Ahhh… It’s been so long since I’ve breathed such fresh air.”

Suspended in midair was a disheveled old man, his beard unkempt, his hair a wild mess.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the sensation.

“You’re telling me?”

A woman—dressed in ragged, unkempt clothing but still retaining an undeniable charm—stretched lazily and yawned.

Zhou Wanfeng.

“We’ve been locked up in that place for over a thousand years.”

She glanced around, frowning.

“And yet, after all this time… nothing seems to have changed.”

Then, pinching the filthy fabric of her clothes, she sighed in disgust.

“Ugh… I just want a bath so badly.”

“Bathe all you want.”

A towering man, belly round yet exuding menace, stepped forward.

The Butcher.

“From today on, you can soak in a lake for the rest of your life if you want. Wash yourself as much as you please.”

Then, patting his stomach, he muttered—

“But damn… it’s been so long since I’ve eaten pork.”

“Back then, just the sight of meat made me sick.”

“But now… I’d kill for a feast.”

“Let’s finish this first.”

A cold, piercing voice interrupted.

Emerging from behind them—Qin Feng.

His gaze swept across the disciples of Tianxuan Sect.

But his eyes locked onto one thing in particular—

A long spear, lying beside a corpse.

“This spear isn’t bad.”

He extended a hand—

And the weapon flew into his grasp.

As he gripped it, his expression remained indifferent.

“Let’s deal with the matters at hand first.”

At that moment, yet another figure stepped forward.

With a casual flick of his fingers, he pushed his bangs aside.

A charming yet dangerous smile played on his lips.

“I wonder… do any of those lovely ladies still miss me?”

The Flower Thief.

“I don’t know if the ladies still miss you, but I certainly feel like killing you.”

Zhou Wanfeng’s eyes curved into a smile as she stared at the Flower Thief.

“Ah...” The Flower Thief sighed, shaking his head.

“I’ve told you countless times, Sister Zhou, you misunderstand me. I never force myself on women. I only take their bodies after I’ve won their hearts. That’s the kind of man I am.”

Then, flashing a mischievous grin, he added,

“Now that we’re finally free, Sister Zhou, you must be bored. I’d be more than happy to join you for a bath, you know... to keep you company.”

“Heh.”

A cold chuckle escaped Zhou Wanfeng’s lips, her killing intent spreading like an icy tide.

The Flower Thief immediately backed away, still smiling.

“Alright, alright, if Sister Zhou isn’t interested, that’s fine. But there’s no need to be so terrifying, is there?”

“Enough, enough. Stop messing around and go help out.”

The Thief stepped forward, still grinning.

“That kid, Xu Ming, looks like he’s about to drop dead.”

At those words, everyone finally turned their attention toward Xu Ming.

Just as the Thief had said—

Xu Ming floated in midair, his robes in tatters, his arms covered in blood, his body on the verge of collapse.

“I’ll handle this first.”

With that, a towering figure—the Bandit—charged toward Xia He.

“You wretched bastards!” Xia He roared.

But the Bandit was already upon him—

Fist after fist smashed into Xia He’s body, forcing him to retreat step by step, blood gushing from his mouth with each blow.

And yet—

The Bandit was no mere brute-force warrior.

He followed the path of a Qi cultivator.

The strange thing about him, however, was that he wielded spiritual energy as if it were a warrior’s true qi.

Even though Xia He had previously absorbed the blood and fate energy of the Thief and his allies—

Even though he wasn’t at his peak strength—

A starving camel is still bigger than a horse.

And unlike a dead camel, he was still alive.

Yet now, the others were also rushing toward him.

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Only Xu Cang remained where he was.

He stroked his beard and turned to Wang Xuan with a casual smile.

“Oh? That little girl from before—”

His gaze swept over her.

“You’ve grown into quite the fine young lady.”

Wang Xuan’s eyes narrowed, filled with undisguised resentment.

“Three thousand years have passed. I nearly didn’t recognize you.”

“How is your Aunt?” Xu Cang asked.

“She’s dead.” Wang Xuan’s voice was icy cold.

“I see.”

A flicker of reminiscence passed through Xu Cang’s eyes.

He tilted his head back, staring at the sky.

“Dead, huh...?”

Even Wang Xuan, who rarely showed emotion, now clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“The one who deserves to die—is you!”

Xu Cang nodded, his tone calm.

“Yes, I should die.”

Then—

“But not yet.”

He extended a hand toward the ground—

A simple, unremarkable sword leaped into his grasp.

Xu Cang studied its blade.

Its polished surface reflected his own aging face.

“I may be old—”

He ran his fingers across the edge.

“But debts... don’t just vanish with time.”

His gaze turned sharp.

“After all these years... it’s time for them to pay up.”