Invincible Uncle-Grandmaster

Under the thousand-meter-tall cliff, countless cracks spread out like a spider web. At the center was a human-shaped hole more than ten meters deep.

The black-robed youth was lying in the pit, bleeding from his seven orifices, unconscious. Fortunately, his body was tough enough and he did not die on the spot. Even so, he was still severely injured, with countless bones broken.

Witnessing this scene, Qin Jue was rather speechless. Was this guy an idiot? Could he not see what the problem was?

Shaking his head, Qin Jue lightly waved his arm, and the black-robed youth lying in the pit was immediately grabbed by an invisible hand and lightly landed back on the cliff.

In any case, this guy had been repeatedly injured because of him, so Qin Jue naturally couldn't sit idle.

Thinking like this, Qin Jue's palm suddenly lit up with a golden light. This golden light continued to expand, landing on the black-robed youth and enveloping him.

Under the golden light's bath, the injuries on the black-robed youth's body began to rapidly recover. Even his broken bones had recovered to their original state. In a short two minutes, the black-robed youth opened his eyes as if nothing had happened, revealing a dazed expression. The golden light also dissipated.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

The young man in black was dumbfounded. It took him a while to recover. "Right, didn't I jump down from here? Was I hallucinating?"

The black-clothed youth only remembered that he seemed to have jumped down a cliff, and then he lost consciousness, not knowing anything that happened after that.

Shouldn't he be severely injured and on the verge of death? Why was he unscathed?

Even if he had tempered his body before, it was impossible for nothing to happen to him if he fell from such a high place.

"What's your name?"

Qin Jue took a sip of wine and asked.

Ever since the disbandment of the Stargate Sect, other than Qin Jue, only Bai Ye and the First Elder were the only experts left in this area. This black-robed youth in front of him was also a Heaven Stage expert, so he obviously did not belong here.

"Huh?" "I…"

The young man in black was stunned. Only then did he remember that there was another person beside him, so he hurriedly said, "My name is Shen Zhiwen."

After a pause, he continued, "Sorry, I was just passing by. I don't know why I suddenly fell from the sky…"

Qin Jue :"…"

It was hard to imagine that this was a Heaven Stage expert. If it were someone like Wei Longtao or Ye Liangchen, they probably wouldn't even bother looking at Qin Jue. After all, Qin Jue had already deliberately concealed his aura at this moment, and there were no spirit energy fluctuations coming from his body.

"I am a disciple of the Profound Yellow Sect. Because I received news that the sect was waging war against the Purple Spirit Race, I decided to go and provide support."

The young man dressed in black named Shen Zhiwen did not seem to be afraid of revealing his identity. He spoke freely and without hesitation.

Qin Jue quickly learned that this person was actually a disciple of one of the Four Major Sects, the Profound Yellow Sect. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Heaven Stage and was only half a step away from becoming a Supreme Stage expert. Therefore, this person had always been training outside in search of an opportunity to break through.

This time, the Purple Spirit Race had made a comeback. The Four Major Sects had joined forces again after 300 years and had alarmed the Southern Land. Shen Zhiwen naturally received the news and decided to go and provide support. If he was lucky, he might be able to break through in this war.

However, because he had been training in a place close to the Eastern Land, it would take a long time for him to arrive. During this time, he happened to pass by the Xuanyi Mountain Sect and bumped into Qin Jue's forbidden air barrier, which was why this scene unfolded.

"My master said that the blood of the strong flows for the weak. Protecting the Southern Land is the responsibility of us cultivators. As long as I am alive, I will definitely not let the Purple Spirit Race occupy the Southern Land!"

Shen Zhiwen clenched his fists tightly and impassionedly, with the aura of a man who could hold back ten thousand enemies. Unfortunately, the one standing opposite him was not the Purple Spirit Race, but Qin Jue.

"…"

Did the blood of the strong really flow for the weak?

Qin Jue pondered. Qin Jue didn't agree with this idea, but he respected it.

The person in front of Qin Jue was like those soldiers in Qin Jue's previous life. They were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect the weak and advance with a heavy burden.

But this wasn't Earth, nor were there any properly formed countries, so Qin Jue never had the chance to become a noble soldier. Moreover, he only wanted to stay at the Xuanyi Mountain Sect and slack off at home. Unless the Four Major Sects really lost to the Purple Spirit Race, Qin Jue absolutely wouldn't interfere.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Shen Zhiwen suddenly realized that he did not know this youth's name yet.

"Qin Jue!"

Qin Jue answered truthfully.

"So it's Brother Qin Jue." Shen Zhiwen grinned very familiarly and then hesitated. "Um… Did you see me jump down from here just now?"

"No."

Qin Jue shook his head and decided not to tell Shen Zhiwen the truth.

"Really?" Shen Zhiwen was stunned. He wondered if he was really hallucinating…

"Really."

"Strange, I clearly remember jumping down."

Shen Zhiwen frowned slightly.

"I think you remembered wrongly. After you fell, you fainted straight away. You only woke up just now and didn't do anything."

Qin Jue's expression was as usual and revealed nothing new.

"That's true. If I really jumped down from here and fell I should be half-dead by now. How could I be safe and sound?"

After thinking for a long time, Shen Zhiwen had no choice but to accept this "reality".

"It must be because I've been traveling through the night for the past few days and consumed too much spirit energy, causing me to lose my mind and hallucinate."

Qin Jue :"…"

After thinking for a while, Shen Zhiwen said apologetically, "Brother Qin Jue, can I rest here for a moment?"

"Sure."

Qin Jue shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Thank you!"

Shen Zhiwen was overjoyed. He immediately sat cross-legged and began cultivating as if no one was around.

Qin Jue was rather speechless. Was this guy really a disciple of the Profound Yellow Sect? Wasn't he too careless?

As Shen Zhiwen entered his cultivation state, the spirit energy between heaven and earth began to gather towards him, forming a visible spirit energy vortex above his head.

Not long after, Shen Zhiwen ended his cultivation and stood up. The spirit energy in his body had recovered by more than half and he was in high spirits.

"Thank you, Brother Qin Jue. My master said that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. This is a cultivation technique I obtained while training. I'll give it to you now. I hope Brother Qin Jue can become a cultivator soon."

As he spoke, Shen Zhiwen took out a book and handed it to Qin Jue.

Qin Jue: "???"

What was going on?

I don't think I did anything.

Uh… no, Qin Jue did save his life. But Shen Zhiwen didn't know about this. Was he giving Qin Jue the book just because he was allowed to rest here?

"If fate wills it, I'll meet Brother Qin Jue again. I'm going to kill the alien races and save the Southern Land now."

With these words, Shen Zhiwen soared into the sky. Qin Jue had already removed the airtight barrier, so this time, Shen Zhiwen finally took off.

Qin Jue :"…"

Although it was a little strange, Qin Jue found the guy to be quite interesting. It was just that he seemed to be slightly affected by the Eighth Grade Syndrome.

…

"Aye, I wonder if I can make it before the war is over."

In the sky, Shen Zhiwen sighed and was slightly worried. Recently, there had been successive reports from the frontlines, saying that the Purple Spirit Race was about to be utterly defeated. With his current speed, the war would probably end before he could arrive.

Just as Shen Zhiwen was about to speed up, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Mm? What happened to my injuries?"

Shen Zhiwen was stunned. He quickly reached out to feel his chest and realized that his hideous scar had disappeared!

Some time ago, he was injured while training and had a scar on his chest that had yet to recover. Every time he circulated his spirit energy, he would feel pain there, but it was gone now.

"Could it be…"

Shen Zhiwen suddenly turned his head and revealed an unbelievable expression.