With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 757 - 595: The Appearance of the Candle Dragon, Spir

At the sa ti, if ng Chuan were present, he would notice.

Yang Yuelian, through the clarity in her battle heart, deliberately induced an "epiphany" and learned various techniques.

It’s almost like retracing his path...

Of course, a master guides the way, but cultivation depends on the individual.

The thods have been learned, but whether they can be fully comprehended is another matter...

Armor donned, gun in hand.

Yang Yuelian headed to the massive Martial Arts Dojo on the hotel’s top floor to begin training.

As the city lights went out, during each adjustnt of her breath, she pondered:

"What exactly did he comprehend in front of Xiang King’s Tomb?"

She was utterly baffled.

After the stone giant was dissolved, she too sat quietly on the tombstone for a long ti but gained nothing.

The sound of gunfire and low shouts continued until deep night, and Yang Yuelian stood with her gun, suddenly recalling the promise she made to ng Chuan.

At this ti, her grandfather was probably still standing in pile skills, not yet asleep.

Yang Yuelian spoke forcefully, but in truth, it had been a long ti since a new Martial Arts Grandmaster erged in the Yang Family.

The entire Yang Family was supported by the elderly Grandmaster Yang Zhaoxing alone.

However, Yang Zhaoxing was advanced in age and could only maintain his Qi Blood peak through extensive pile skill training and precious dicine to fend off lurking adversaries.

The forces of the Demon Path, which one does not wish to carve up this fat piece of at from Linzhou?

As the Yang Family’s most talented Martial Artist of the younger generation, Yang Yuelian indeed bears heavy responsibilities...

She took out her phone, and it rang for a few seconds.

After the call connected, a voice both old and commanding ca from the other end.

Recalling her grandfather’s usual struggles in supporting a family, Yang Yuelian felt a tremor in her heart and an involuntary tingle in her nose.

But she quickly adjusted and said:

[Grandfather, today I had great success "seeking the Dao" in Yong’an. I wanted to tell you sothing today...]

...

anwhile, the chill of deep winter seeped into the night.

Above Yong’an City in the west, a blaze shot upward from Yong’an Martial Arts University, illuminating the night.

Only after rising deep into the sky did the clouds that had been violently parted slowly gather back, concealing the agile dragon-like figure...

The night enveloped everything, and Torch Dragon left the city.

Below the foot of the Qin Ridge.

As the fire dragon touched down, Yin Tianshou, wearing sunglasses, erged from the scattering flas, slowly walking over to the man who had been waiting.

Qin Yue, dressed in military attire, holding stars densely on his shoulders, stood outside the San Qin [Ancestral Dragon] command room in anticipation.

Yin Tianshou approached, pushed his sunglasses, and slowly said:

"Commander Qin, are we leaving now?"

He had received Qin Yue’s ssage to imdiately follow the nation’s orders to head to Taihang.

Qin Yue nodded:

"The Celestial King has already set the formation at the foot of Taihang Mountain. I received the post notice to gather at Lady’s Pass."

Yin Tianshou nodded and looked around.

"Is it just us two?"

"Huo Ting is still recovering, previously beaten to near shattering of the soul palace by that tree demon, unable to join the battle.

Yang Huan told he’d leave one day later, busy settling too many matters overnight at Lishan Mountain.

You know, his master recently achieved Great Saint status, so he, as the disciple, is quite busy too."

Yin Tianshou nodded slowly, suddenly raising his eyes toward Yong’an City, and quietly spoke:

"Alright, Qin Yue, take one last look at Yong’an. Perhaps we old souls may never return..."

He turned sideways to Qin Yue, took off his sunglasses, and fiery eyes burst forth fiercely like flas.

Countless fiery dragons and serpentine creatures, bearing fangs and claws, erged from the flas, revealing sharp teeth towards Yong’an, towards that city...

At the sa ti, Qin Yue also gazed at the city.

Looking at the hos lit up, the countless remaining lights, a heavier weight of responsibility fell upon his heart.

As he gazed, his expression seed to hold reminiscence:

"Torch Dragon, don’t be so pessimistic, we’re not heading into a sea of flas to perish.

Moreover, with so many outstanding juniors growing vigorously, why worry about what cos after?

Even if we die, it would be for the peace of the human race, an engraving on a glorious monunt, there is no need to be concerned."

Yin Tianshou put his sunglasses back on, turning to look at Qin Yue.

"If you can return alive, what would you want to do?"

"I would co back here and watch over your ancestors."

Qin Yue was joking, he didn’t want to do anything, just wanted to stay here and control [Ancestral Dragon].

"If the mountain’s whispers can be slain, so can the Ancestral Dragon!"

Yin Tianshou’s mouth twitched, in Qin Yue’s view, as if he were smiling.

The splitting sound of fabric tearing through the air exploded, Torch Dragon ascended again, heading toward Jin Land.

"How about you, Torch Dragon?"

Qin Yue’s figure rose, following behind him, asking.

The dragon’s head slightly tilted, sparks spraying from the mouth:

"I will do sothing I’ve long wanted to do."

"Tsk-tsk, a non-answer,"

Qin Yue shook his head, stepped onto green clouds to speed up.

"It’s sothing daringly contrary to the world..."

Torch Dragon gently spoke within himself.

...

The morning of Yong’an had been cloaked by the chill of winter.

Pedestrians hurried, their breath mingling with the steam from roadside breakfast stalls, adding a touch of warmth to the winter day.

The sun covered by drifting clouds and mist, the cold wind whistling.

Still cold, but warr than last year, Yong’an City endured.

Only complaints escaped the lips of pedestrians and fleeting ntions of the additional sun in the sky from past days.

No matter what, life must go on.

Across the street from Century Tower, the ancient building of Yong’an Martial Arts Association.

On the second floor, a large blue-toned open space.

This area was enclosed by high-strength transparent material, yet could not stop the explosive punch sounds like cannon shots.

"Beep beep beep."

In the corner of the open space, within the insulated equipnt room, four equipnt control staff removed noise-cancelling headphones, still feeling their ear roots soft and their ears mildly red from the impact.