Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 1118: Chapter 73 Destiny_2 Chapter 1118: Chapter 73 Destiny_2 “`
But every movement felt like countless tiny knives digging forcefully into his flesh and bones.

As he breathed, he could even hear the sound of his veins and muscles rapidly breaking down…

The sound of three figures rapidly pursuing him from behind, along with the increasingly close shouts of anger, gradually became indistinct…

“No good!

My consciousness is about to give in!”
The old man’s heart tightened!

He forced his spirit, bit down hard on his teeth, only to find that they were starting to loosen.

“Could it be that today I am to die on this sea?”
Even though the old man’s will had reached extreme levels of strength, despair still inevitably rose in his heart at this moment.

Everything in front of him began to sway and blur, and sounds once again became distant…

“I can’t die here!

I absolutely cannot die here, Wen Yin, Mother…”
Suddenly, amidst the waves, he spotted a black dot, breaking through the waves and rapidly enlarging!

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“That, that is…”
The old man’s eyes, full of blood, slightly constricted.

The black dot quickly enlarged into an iron ship, flying towards him at breakneck speed!

The iron ship moved extremely fast, almost instantly drawing near.

Vaguely, he could see several cultivators on board.

The old man’s consciousness was beginning to blur, yet at this moment, like a drowning man clutching at straws, he shouted with all his might:
“Save me…

Save me!”
From behind, however, a cold voice rang out:
“Where the Holy Sect treads, all shall give way!”
The iron ship hesitated slightly, then, as if wary of something, slightly changed course and flew off into the distance.

The old man’s consciousness grew ever more blurry.

He gritted his teeth, summoned another breath, and with a flick of his toes, lunged towards the iron ship.

This was his final sliver of hope.

The desire to live made him use all means to seize this opportunity, even if it would bring disaster to the iron ship, he had to create a chance!

For so many years, this was how he had repeatedly escaped death.

And just at that moment.

On the iron ship, however, another figure appeared, looking simple and unremarkable at first glance.

That young figure seemed somewhat perplexed as he looked at the old man.

But at the sight of this figure, the old man suddenly froze, hardly daring to believe his own eyes.

“Wang, Immortal Wang?”
The young figure, upon seeing the old man, was also slightly puzzled, then as if recalling something, his eyes flashed with disbelief:
“Could it be that you are Wang…”
Hearing the name that had been buried in the depths of his memory, foreign yet familiar.

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Hearing that familiar voice.

At this moment.

Countless thoughts arose in the old man’s heart.

Yet, at the same time, they collapsed into one single thought.

He looked at the young figure and suddenly revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

It looked like gratitude as well as regret.

After that, he no longer moved forward but instead gathered his last breath and turned to face the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators that were pursuing him.

The roaring waves slapped against him, and the sea wind blew his dry white hair into even greater disarray.

But in his heart, he suddenly found peace:
“To see Immortal Wang before dying…

it’s a fortunate event in life after all.”
“How could I let him also…”
The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators finally caught up.

Fury and indignation filled their eyes.

Hearing this, they shouted angrily:
“You sure can run!”
“I will extract your soul and infuse it into my ‘Thousand Hands and Faces Niche’!”
“Even if I refine your entire body into my ‘Painting Pool’, it won’t be enough to quell the hatred in my heart!”
As they spoke, they began to attack him.

And at this very moment, the flesh on the old man’s body could no longer hold, collapsing and vanishing.

His face, however, for the first time, was utterly calm:
“This old man has done all he could, it’s just a pity that fate is not with me.”
“Besides, this old man…

is called Wang Xu!”
Following that, he closed his eyes.

His consciousness seemed to be sinking.

He felt as if his body was floating away.

Everything seemed to be drifting away from him.

At the end of his life, his memory did not contain cultivation, assassination, or the decades of strife and struggle — all he had was those eight years living in Wangxian Village.

Wen Yin, Mother, I wasn’t able to kill all these immortals to avenge you…

You won’t blame me, will you?

I am useless, I’ve grown old, and even if they hadn’t beaten me to death, I probably wouldn’t have lived to see that day.

Fate, after all, wasn’t on my side…

His memories blurred little by little.

A deep well seemed to be swallowing him bit by bit.

Just at the last moment before being completely engulfed, he heard that voice that he had replayed countless times in his memory:
“Enforcer Ying.”
“Yes.”
The next moment.

He struggled to open his eyes.

And he saw a scene he would never forget as long as he lived.

A faint purple figure casually walked past the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.

Like pinching a small sparrow, three Mighty Hands of Magical Power effortlessly seized them.

Following that, he only heard a sound like a water bottle cork popping ‘pop’.

The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators didn’t put up the slightest resistance and instantly transformed into three clouds of blood mist.

As the hands opened, the blood mist fell toward the sea and before it reached the surface, the sea wind swiftly blew it away…

In a trance.

He saw the faint purple figure wave at him, an invisible force directly enveloping him, thrusting him into the iron ship.

Soon after the iron ship sped towards the distance.

The faint purple figure remained in place, did something unknown, then hurriedly left.

Three days later.

Up in the sky, three dark clouds silently formed, but the blood rain within them hadn’t yet fallen before turning into blood-red hail…

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