Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

"I happen to have a Celestial Craft Order on me, let me gift it to you."

Su Qingqing said with a smile.

She flipped her right hand, and a fiery red token appeared, shaped like burning flames, exuding a faint fiery aura.

"Thank you, Mr. Su."

Lin Zheyu didn’t stand on ceremony and directly accepted the token.

For a cultivator of Su Qingqing’s background, this token was not worth much.

The Martial Alliance itself had numerous slots; it was just that Lin Zheyu had arrived too late, and all the slots had been allocated.

"You’re too kind."

Su Qingqing smiled slightly, her pretty face blooming like a bright flower.

She was different from the Peng sisters who had a cold, iceberg-like temperament. Su Qingqing gave off a feeling of charming sincerity, emitting a strong aura of affinity when she smiled.

After more than an hour.

After discussing matters and leaving contact information with each other, they bade farewell and left.

Before leaving, Su Qingqing specifically reminded him.

"Be careful of Ning Jia’an. He bears grudges and seeks revenge for the slightest offense. He just suffered a loss at your hands and was humiliated, he will surely find an opportunity to retaliate."

Su Qingqing said solemnly.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Lin Zheyu cupped his hands, accepting her favor.

After Lin Zheyu demonstrated strong combat abilities and severely injured Ning Jia’an with one blow, Su Qingqing showed great goodwill.

Lin Zheyu speculated that Su Qingqing might need his help with some matters in the future.

But he didn’t mind.

Among cultivators, apart from a small number who follow the ruthless path or demonic paths, most highly value personal relationships.

Cultivation is about achieving clear intentions.

Interpersonal relationships, mutual help, and support, going back and forth, might allow Lin Zheyu to seek their assistance in the future.

...

Bang!

In the luxuriously decorated hall, the sound of wood shattering echoed.

"Xiao Yu!!!"

A voice full of anger and gnashing of teeth echoed.

Ning Jia’an’s chest heaved, eyes blazing, intense killing intent rising in his heart.

He was a dignified descendant of an Ancient Martial Family, yet was defeated by an ordinary Martial Artist with a single blow, utterly powerless to resist.

His confidence and pride as an Ancient Martial Family member were utterly crushed in front of Lin Zheyu.

"What a disgrace!"

A stern voice was heard, and a solemn-faced middle-aged man walked in, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s fixating on Ning Jia’an.

"Father."

Seeing the newcomer, Ning Jia’an’s grim face softened considerably. He took several deep breaths and spoke respectfully.

"What happened to get you so upset?"

Ning Jia’an’s father sat down beside him and spoke calmly.

"It’s nothing. I can handle it myself."

Ning Jia’an shook his head, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

His pride made him unwilling to show weakness or impotence in front of his father.

"Wasn’t it just being beaten by an ordinary Martial Artist? What’s there to hide?"

"As a Martial Artist, you should face failure head-on, be courageous in facing and overcoming it, and push forward. Have you forgotten all that I’ve taught you over the years?"

Ning Jia’an’s father’s sharp eyes widened, emitting a formidable pressure.

Under his father’s terrifying pressure, Ning Jia’an’s body shook slightly, Qi Blood surged within him as he struggled to keep from kneeling.

His face turned somewhat pale, and his body trembled slightly.

"Yes, father, I will remember."

Ning Jia’an trembled as he spoke.

"Very well."

"Did you feel any bloodline power when you fought him?" The middle-aged man lightly acknowledged, asking indifferently.

"Bloodline power?"

Ning Jia’an was slightly taken aback, not expecting his father to ask that question.

He pondered for a moment, recalling the battle.

Although brief, at Ning Jia’an’s current level, the memories were vividly clear.

"No."

Ning Jia’an pondered for a moment and shook his head.

He possessed a strong bloodline power. If Lin Zheyu also harbored a bloodline, he would have sensed it during the fight.

"Are you suspecting..."

Ning Jia’an asked in confusion.

However, his father had no intention of answering.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, saying lightly: "Leave, and don’t let me see you looking so miserable again..."

With that, the terrifying pressure that enveloped the hall vanished instantly.

"Yes."

Feeling the burden lift from his body, Ning Jia’an straightened his posture.

Under the sharp gaze of the middle-aged man, he regained his usual pride and composure and walked out of the hall.

"Ning Shu."

After Ning Jia’an left, the middle-aged man spoke lightly.

The void in the hall rippled as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm pond, creating wave-like ripples.

A man dressed in a cyan martial suit emerged from the ripples.

"At your command, sir."

Ning Shu cupped his fists, speaking respectfully.

"Investigate Xiao Yu’s background."

"At the Divine Treasure Realm level, being able to easily defeat Xiao An is not something an ordinary Martial Artist without bloodline power could achieve."

The middle-aged man spoke calmly.

Before advancing to the Shackled Realm, the gap in strength between ordinary and bloodline Martial Artists of the same level was considerable.

Especially for someone like Ning Jia’an, who possessed top-tier bloodlines.

The middle-aged man believed that while there might be extraordinarily gifted geniuses among ordinary Martial Artists, they could not defeat Ning Jia’an so effortlessly.

Their Ning Family’s bloodline power significantly enhanced their physique, and injuring Xiao An required the power of the Golden Core level to be possible.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon receiving the order, Ning Shu’s figure slightly blurred, ripples forming around him, and he disappeared.