Eternal life begins with saving my clan

An unforeseen tension gripped the people's hearts as various news began to circulate in Dongping City.

After the disastrous meeting with the City Lord and the Mo Clan, the rising tension in the city could be cut with a knife.

Amid this growing tension, the adventurers of the Celestial Heavenly Store were filled with joy and hope when they witnessed ten people becoming real cultivators.

Yijun was the first commoner to become a cultivator, and his status in the city had taken a drastic turn.

To show his battle prowess, he fought many third- and second-rate martial artists and easily defeated them.

With such power, Yijun named his team the Rising Flame.

Days passed, but the tension in the city did not decrease; instead, it only grew.

Many strange men and women began to enter the city, each covered in a savage aura that made them unapproachable.

With so many strange people pouring into the city and the City Lord not doing anything to stop them, even a fool knew it was only a matter of time before chaos was unleashed.

However, all this seemed not to bother the Celestial Heavenly Store, as they continued their business as usual.

Under the veil of night, Yijun and his teammates had just completed their mission for the day and prepared to enjoy themselves at the city's famous restaurant.

Seated on the top floor of the restaurant, Yijun and his teammates were enjoying their rare moment of peace, unaware of the danger that surrounded them.

"Captain, tomorrow we should have another cultivator in our midst," a thin young man with sharp eagle eyes uttered while gulping down his wine.

"I can't wait for tomorrow to shock the world. With two cultivators on our team, we will be invincible," Qin Yaling said, her face beaming with anticipation.

She looked at Yijun, her face filled with undiluted love for him. It was no secret that she had feelings for their captain.

Their group consisted of orphans, and it was Yijun who had gathered them and turned them into a team as they tried to survive in the cold, ruthless world—until the Celestial Heavenly Store arrived.

And now that their fortunes had changed, they couldn't help but be devoted to their captain.

As they continued their party, planning who would become the next cultivator, Yijun, seated by the window, noticed the sudden quietness of the street and the restaurant.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but the instincts he had honed from many life-and-death situations—and since becoming a cultivator—told him something was amiss.

Without hesitation, he got to his feet and commanded, "Let's leave. Something isn't right."

"Hmm?"

His teammates looked at him with wide eyes, but when they saw his solemn expression, they didn't hesitate to take their gear and prepare to depart from the restaurant.

"Hahaha…"

A bone-chilling laugh came from the entrance, turning the peaceful atmosphere into thick tension.

Creak!

The door was pushed open, and a group entered.

When Yijun and his teammates laid their eyes on the intruders, their hearts jumped to their throats, and the hair on their bodies stood straight.

Yijun's expression grew solemn as he knitted his brow, standing in front of his team.

Right before them was a group of Necoris.

"I knew the City Lord was useless, but I never expected it to be this bad," Yijun glared at the group in front of him, his aura of Body Building Realm Stage 1 fully unleashed.

Among the Necoris, a burly man with shiny scales reflecting brightly under the dimmed light in the room stared at Yijun with fascination.

"I heard you're the first person to become one of these so-called cultivators, and I want to see for myself." His voice was hoarse, sending shivers down the spines of Yijun's teammates.

He stared at Yijun, trying to bore his eyes through his body as if to unravel the mystery of the superior cultivation technique.

"After I capture you, all your hidden secrets will be known to us," he muttered, his expression turning savage.

"Kill!" he shouted, dashing toward Yijun, his face marred with ruthlessness and savagery.

With their leader taking the lead, the other Necoris sprang into action and attacked.

As for Yijun and his teammates, their expressions turned grim as they each grabbed their weapons and rushed to confront the Necoris.

As a team, Yijun and his teammates had a tacit understanding of each other's strengths and weaknesses. Confronted by the savage Necoris, each took their position.

"Mountain Fist!" Yijun charged at the Necoris leader and threw his newly acquired skill.

The air twisted as the deadly punch howled toward the Necoris leader.

Bang!

The restaurant shook as the Necoris leader stopped the punch with a palm strike. As Necoris, they prided themselves on their unrivaled body strength, but against Yijun's Mountain Fist, he was pushed back, and his muscles trembled.

Filled with shock, he stared at Yijun with wide eyes.

"Interesting…" His savageness grew deeper, filled with bloodthirstiness.

Without hesitation, he charged at him once again, but this time with more ruthlessness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Yijun and the Necoris leader exchanged five punches, and still counting. Meanwhile, the situation was not looking good for Yijun's teammates.

Since they had yet to become cultivators, each had fallen into a passive position as they tried to defend themselves against the terrifying Necoris onslaught.

"Ah!!!"

A miserable scream permeated the air as the thin young man among Yijun's teammates was sent flying. He crashed into the window and fell to the street from the third floor.

Crashing onto the cold, hard ground, the thin young man lost consciousness immediately; no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Meanwhile, on the third floor, the situation had just turned grim with a lot of pressure on Yijun and his teammates.

Yijun was not faring any better under the heavy bombardment of the Necoris leader's barrage of punches.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Even though it seemed he was holding his own, he knew better—he knew it was only a matter of time before he fell to his opponent's evil arm.

"Ahhhhh!"

He heard Qin Yaling cry out, and his heart raced, filled with panic. From the corner of his eye, he saw her cornered by two Necoris as they attacked her from all sides.

On her thigh was a deep, ghastly injury, with blood gushing out like a broken dam.

Filled with panic and frustration, he wanted to help his woman, but the Necoris leader would not give him the chance.

Looking at the frustrated expression on Yijun's face, the Necoris leader wore a gleeful expression and increased his attack.

"Ahhhh!"

Qin Yaling's last miserable shriek filled the room as her lifeless body fell to the ground with a deep hole in her chest.

"QIN YALING!" Yijun screamed, his eyes bloodshot.