Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2516 - 924:

A faint smile graced Cang Long's lips as she shook her head with soft determination. "It’s getting late, friend—you should retire early! Save your questions for tomorrow."

With that, she eased the door shut gradually.

Han Zhan stared at the firmly closed door, his expression turning sour.

Didn't this contradict everything his master had promised before he departed the Sect?

Hadn't the Ice Castle taken massive hits during the delve into the Sky-reaching Secret Realm, leaving them desperate for outside help?

Having Fairy Cang Long accompany him on this Eastern Wasteland trek was supposed to nurture their connection, paving the way for them to become Dao Companion Cultivators.

To put it plainly, a arranged betrothal!

Yet across their voyage through over a dozen Great Territories, Fairy Cang Long's gentle nature carried a polite reserve that maintained distance from others.

"Can we truly stay mere friends, unable to walk as companions along the Great Dao Path?"

After the first wave of frustration passed, reluctance stirred within Han Zhan.

Among the females he'd encountered, numerous held great strength, but scarcely any matched Cang Long's enigmatic charm that ignited boundless urge to uncover her secrets.

Reminiscent of deep-sea rarities or the Tianshan Snow Lotus—enigmatic, untainted, and isolated.

Dejected in spirit, Han Zhan headed back to his quarters.

He wouldn't allow the letdown to linger, promptly shoving aside stray notions to persist in his cultivation amid the inn's meager Spirit Qi.

Near the midnight hour, a abrupt rap sounded at the door.

Stirring alert, Han Zhan probed with his Divine Consciousness and identified Cang Long as the visitor.

Elation bloomed in his chest, convinced she'd reconsidered, so he flung the door wide at once.

Cang Long lingered there in silence, and spotting Han Zhan, she murmured softly, "There’s a good show to watch—want to come?"

Han Zhan paused in surprise, grasping his error, yet he held steady, gave a nod, and trailed right behind her.

The duo soared upward, melting away into the enveloping darkness.

In short order, they reached a tumultuous burial site.

A handful of shadows encircled a youth dressed in dark robes.

They pressed him to yield his prized possession.

The display needed no explanation.

A routine happening in the Immortal Cultivation World: bandits preying on valuables.

Was this the spectacle Cang Long had hinted at?

Han Zhan sensed mild boredom but soon caught onto a key detail.

"How did she detect it ahead of me?"

"Luo Yun Sect prides itself on Soul Refining Skills, and I've already started the Soul Cleaving Technique. My robust Divine Soul Endowment ought to exceed those at my level, so why am I outdone by her still?"

While he mulled this over, conflict ignited in the burial site following biting taunts.

The dark-robed youth clashed against several foes, showing no sign of yielding ground.

His lengthy blade danced with eerie precision, whipping up gory whirlwinds on every swing.

Unable to overpower the dark-robed youth, the assailants bellowed promptly:

"Too fierce to take down—deploy the grand formation!"

Moments later, the group arrayed themselves strategically, weaving their Qi Power into a mighty formation.

A vicious smirk crossed the dark-robed man's face. "I assumed Eastern Wasteland cultivators stood apart, but you're every bit as crude! Very well, meet your end as a group!"

With those words, billows of inky vapor erupted from Cultivator Ning’s frame.

This smothering gloom demolished the grand formation in mere rushes.

He blended into his Magical Treasure Long Sword, and wherever he dashed, bodies stacked high.

The clash reached its end.

The handful of remnants scattered in fright.

Surge of slaughterous zeal propelled Cultivator Ning after them without delay.

Gliding past a tree's summit, he braked sharply, lashing his sword rearward.

Tremendous sword qi split a gigantic tree—one demanding three to five arms to span—clean in twain.

A radiant pure-white sword gleam slammed hard against the sword qi.

Boom!

Cultivator Ning narrowed his gaze, eyeing the duo that stepped into view.

"Have you come to claim the treasures I carry too?"

Cang Long flicked her sleeve to dispel nearby grit. "We're no covert lurkers, Friend Ning—put away your wariness."

Cultivator Ning’s brows lifted. "Early Golden Core Stage?"

"To deflect my blow at that cultivation realm, reveal your identity!"

Cang Long formed a fist salute. "Yuding Ice Castle's Tianshan Canglong—might I inquire your honorable name, friend?"

Cultivator Ning creased his forehead. "Yuding Ice Castle? Doesn't ring a bell! I'm Ning Yuzhuo of North Sea Primordial Demon Sect. Your name is etched in my mind—until next time!"

On that note, he sped away.

He aimed to hunt the pair who'd fled moments prior.

Han Zhan