In my cultivation journey, I completely crushed a group of chosen ones.

An Zhiwei was also a novel enthusiast, so she naturally didn't believe one side of the story; such a scenario wasn't unheard of.

"I only recognize what I see: to live or to die?"

The group glanced at the two men with fear before reluctantly retreating.

A slight smile appeared on Sikong Yan's gloomy face: "Thank you. My name is Sikong Yan. I don't know how to address you, Fairy."

An Zhiwei reverted to her timid and shy demeanor: "This is my boss, my name is An Zhiwei. Why are you being bullied again?"

A sinister glint flashed in Sikong Yan's eyes, which he quickly concealed.

"Things are not as they say at all. My mother was originally the daughter of a prominent family. After she became my father's Daoist partner..."

When I discovered that the Sikong family's marriage alliance was actually an attempt to annex their clan, my mother tried to tip them off, but was discovered by those monitoring her, and was imprisoned.

During my imprisonment, my mother discovered she was pregnant with me. The Sikong family thought that once she had a child, my mother would no longer interfere.

But when my mother was about to give birth, she became lax in her supervision and found an opportunity to send a message.

During the great war, my mother was killed by the Sikong family after giving birth to me; I am of the Sikong family bloodline.

I was left to be cared for by servants. In this great battle, my father's beloved also died on the battlefield, and he hated me to the core.

This young master was born to his beloved, and he's two years older than me.

In this great battle, my maternal grandparents' family was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. They have been removed from the family rankings and their whereabouts are unknown.

Sikong Yan didn't know why he was telling these things to a stranger.

Perhaps it was because he finally found someone willing to listen to him, and this was the only person who had ever shown him kindness since he grew up.

An Zhiwei said angrily, "They are shameless, they actually turned black into white."

Sikong Yan's face was expressionless. Sometimes he really wished the world would end, and everything would be over.

Di Qingci felt that this person was also a pitiful little thing, and encouraged him.

"Those who cultivate immortality should have an indomitable will. As long as you keep striving, these obstacles are just stumbling blocks on your path to power; you can simply move them aside."

When you become powerful, no one in the world can bully you. When you look back, you'll find that those people before you were merely stepping stones to your ascent to the top.

Sikong Yan suddenly laughed, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you. I still don't know your name."

Looking at this person, Di Qingci finally felt a bit of youthful vigor.

"My name is Di Qingci. Alright, go train on your own. We're going to go sightseeing too."

Sikong Yan pondered the purpose of her visit: "Sister, will we ever meet again? Which world are you from? Can I come find you someday?"

Di Qingci chuckled: "How old are you? Why are you still calling me 'sister'?"

Sikong Yan only started cultivating at the age of ten, so naturally the Sikong family wouldn't allow him to cultivate.

He learned to read secretly by hiding in the shadows, and later he saw Sikong Chen throw away his martial arts manual.

He secretly picked it up and hid away at night to practice: "I'm 18 this year."

Di Qingci wanted to say, "Please, I'm only 15 years old this year: I'm not as old as you, I'm leaving now."

With one step, the figure had already disappeared into the distance, and An Zhiwei hurriedly followed.

Sikong Yan watched the person walk away. Di Qingci, what a good name.

The imperial princess's elegance shines through the heavens; her graceful figure is as ethereal as a fairy.

Di Qingci was like a fish in water in the Foundation Establishment stage secret realm.

Although her cultivation level was suppressed to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, she had not encountered any opponents at all.

Scanning the surroundings with his divine sense, he sensed a faint sweetness in the air: "Let's go deeper into the secret realm and take a look."

As you venture deeper in, the air around you is filled with a mysterious atmosphere, with wisps of spiritual energy drifting in the air like a thin mist.

The light here became somewhat dim, with tall trees casting dappled shadows that blocked out the sun.

Continuing forward, the scene before us suddenly changed.

A grove of spirit fruit trees came into view, with each spirit fruit hanging from the branches like a dazzling gem.

It exudes an alluring glow and a rich spiritual aura.

Beneath the spirit fruit tree, two mid-Foundation Establishment stage demonic beasts stood guard silently.

These two demonic beasts were enormous, with glossy fur. One resembled a fierce tiger, but had a pair of huge wings.

It resembled a giant bear, but its entire body was covered in hard scales.

They instantly stood up, their eyes gleaming with vigilance, and let out low growls, warning them to come closer.

An Zhiwei's face turned bright red: "Boss, I've struck gold! So many spirit fruits!"

Upon hearing An Zhiwei's words, the monster instantly flew into a rage, its thunderous roar echoing through the mountains.

The ferocious beast leaped up suddenly, flapped its huge wings with force, and pounced on Di Qingci like lightning.

Just as the demonic beast was about to pounce on her, Di Qingci moved.

Her figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, and the next moment, she appeared above the monster.

A flash of light appeared in her hand, and a powerful sword intent erupted instantly.

This sword intent was like a dazzling galaxy, slashing towards the demonic beast with unparalleled power.

The ferocious tiger beast stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to dodge but it was too late.

The sword intent struck its body fiercely, and with a loud bang, the monster's massive body was instantly cleaved in two.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling onto the earth.

Upon seeing this, another giant bear-like monster roared angrily.

It charged toward Di Qingci with heavy steps, each step causing the earth to tremble.

Di Qingci coldly watched the charging demonic beast, and the Chaos Divine Sword in his hand once again condensed a powerful sword intent.

With a gentle wave of her hand, a dazzling sword beam shot out like a meteor.

The light struck the giant bear beast instantly, its powerful force piercing through its hard scales.

The monster let out a painful roar, then collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.

An Zhiwei's eyes lit up with surprise: "Boss, let's quickly pick the spirit fruit."

Di Qingci's Chaos Divine Sword returned to his dantian with a whoosh.

Di Qingci formed hand seals, and countless silk threads appeared, instantly wrapping around the fruit tree.

In the blink of an eye, Di Qingci picked a spirit net fruit and put it into his storage ring.

They repeated the process, continuing to harvest the spiritual fruits.

An Zhiwei watched as others picked a whole bunch of fruit in the blink of an eye, while she obediently climbed the tree and picked them one by one. How embarrassing!

They quickly followed Di Qingci's method and picked the fruit. The two of them soon cleared an entire orchard.

An Zhiwei looked up and saw that the tree branches were now bare.

"If only we had a portable space, we could grow fruit trees and have fruit whenever we wanted to eat it."

Di Qingci didn't care: "If you work hard at cultivation, you can plant things when you have a domain space."

An Zhiwei, with self-awareness, said: "I think I'll pass. Domain space isn't that simple."

If I happen to acquire any precious trees, I'll keep them for you. And if they actually bear fruit, just give me a little."

Di Qingci picked up a "Starry Spirit Fruit" and brought it to his nose to smell it. A fresh and rich fruity fragrance wafted over him.

She took a small bite. The flesh of the spirit fruit was tender and juicy, with a smooth and delicate texture, like the purest celestial dew flowing on her tongue.

A sweet taste instantly filled the air. Di Qingci chewed slowly and swallowed, and a warm spiritual energy spread throughout her body.

However, since she had already reached the Golden Core stage, this amount of spiritual power was of no use: "The taste is not bad."

An Zhiwei hadn't picked even half of what Di Qingci had picked, but she was already very content.

If it weren't for the eldest son, she wouldn't have this good fortune. People should know how to be content.

Qin Shuang realized she had misjudged the person; she had previously thought that anyone who could enter her ice cave must have considerable talent.

Unexpectedly, this disciple is timid and cowardly, and now he's actually become someone's lackey.