Having finished showing off, it was time to continue forward.

Jian Chou withdrew her gaze with satisfaction. Even looking at this pitch-black Blackwind Cave, where one couldn’t see their hand, oppressive and terrifying as it was, somehow put her in a good mood.

Little Marten lay curled up by Jian Chou’s neck, afraid of being blown away by the black wind.

Because Jian Chou’s robes had long since been torn to shreds, practically no different from being naked, the Dijiang Guyu that had originally been tucked in her sleeve had also fallen out. Little Marten had already happily embraced the Dijiang Guyu in its arms, licking it from time to time.

“Slurp!”

The sound of saliva sliding across.

The Dijiang Guyu’s one large and one small eye were closed, mouth slightly open, sleeping soundly with heavy breathing, not awakened in the slightest.

Most likely, it had slept too long in the Crimson Killing Realm.

Perhaps sleeping heavily was what it was most accustomed to doing normally?

In any case, Little Marten was quite happy.

With a roll of its tongue, it immediately howled: “Awoo!”

The taste of meat broth!

For Little Marten, the days with Dijiang Guyu in its arms were simply a beautiful dream.

If possible, it hoped its master would never wear clothes again, would forever continue cultivating in this Blackwind Cave!

Forever!

For!

Ever!

Awoo!

Jian Chou, walking forward all the way, naturally didn’t know what Little Marten was getting excited about. She had even forgotten that the Dijiang Guyu was hidden in her sleeve. She simply spread her five fingers and swept one finger across.

The wind blades coming at her face all snapped at the sound.

After four hundred feet, Jian Chou’s speed suddenly increased. In no time, she had already walked eighty feet.

However, during the walking process, Jian Chou also discovered a problem.

She couldn’t cut through them anymore.

The wind blades she had comprehended could only leave a small nick on the wind blades flying toward her at the four hundred eighty feet mark!

The deeper she went, the stronger the wind blades became.

This meant that if she wanted to maintain this walking speed, she would need to sit down again and comprehend new wind blades.

For Jian Chou, this was an entirely new challenge.

But what difficulty was there in that?

She had never been someone who feared difficulties.

Failure after failure only awakened the deeper stubbornness in her bones!

Even if each time she stopped to comprehend would take more than ten days, or even longer; even if each time she set off again, she could only walk forward a few dozen feet; even if she needed to constantly face stronger wind blades, constantly adjusting the Dao Seals she had already comprehended according to the trajectories and structures of the newly appearing wind blades…

Even if all of this were the case, so what?

She was still moving forward!

Five hundred feet!

There were still eight people’s inscriptions on the cave wall.

The original top three had disappeared, probably having already exited the Blackwind Cave.

So this time’s top three became—

“In the eighth month, autumn winds howl high, rolling up the eight layers of clothing on my body. Clothes fly past the cave, scattered across mountain suburbs, the high ones hanging caught on tall forest tops, the low ones drifting and sinking into pond hollows. The winds in the cave bully me for being old and weak. How can I endure them acting as lewd thieves to my face, publicly stripping away my flesh and blood? My heart aches and my skin hurts, but I cannot cry out, leaning against the wall, covering my balls, and sighing! Protecting balls is hard, protecting balls is hard… I can’t continue composing! Blackwind Cave, your grandfather here curses your eight generations of ancestors!!!”

“Brother, what exactly did you encounter?”

“The Blackwind Cave doesn’t have eight generations of ancestors… Sigh, this humble one no longer has a single piece of good flesh on my body, truly don’t know how much longer I can endure. But inexplicably want to hold on for the sake of the second brother on the right, just want to know—fellow daoist, don’t just howl, how are your balls doing?”

…

Impossible to look directly at.

“Though this monk has an indestructible vajra body, at five hundred feet, it too has been damaged.”

“Damaged? What a pity. Jingyang Palace, Young Master Ruhua.”

A chill ran down her spine!

“Comprehending all the way, the rogue’s spring has thoroughly arrived! That arrogant bastard is still behind me! This old man is going to make it big, become an inner disciple of a prestigious sect, marry a beautiful and powerful female cultivator as my dao companion, and from then on become the strongest rogue in the entire Central Domain, the entire Nineteen Continents! Hahaha, so refreshing, so refreshing!”

“…Comprehending the Dragon Roar Dao Seal again. Dragon Gate, Zhou Chengjiang.”

Sympathy for Zhou Chengjiang…

The next line: “Dragon Gate, Dragon Roar Dao Seal!”

After this concise, earth-shaking six characters, followed a drawn Dao Seal, and then page after page of explanations, revealing all the secrets of this Dao Seal!

“Dragon Roar Dao Seal, sounds like a dragon’s roar, can shake human souls…”

“Only regret this Dao Seal is stronger than Wind Howl, weaker than Dijiang Song, truly tasteless, tasteless to eat, pity to discard.”

Qu Zhengfeng had come again!

Tasteless to eat, pity to discard.

How dare he say such things?

Qu Zhengfeng’s vast knowledge, taking advantage of no one knowing his identity in this Blackwind Cave, brazenly commented on other families’ techniques, his arrogance truly outrageous.

Really didn’t know what kind of mood it would be if someone discovered his identity in the future, or if Dragon Gate’s Zhou Chengjiang returned to this place and saw these inscriptions following behind!

Shaking her head.

Jian Chou looked at this Dao Seal with complex emotions. For ordinary people, seeing it was just seeing it.

For her…

This was wavering on the cliff edge between “stealing” and “not stealing.”

Those characters, once carved into her mind, would never be erased again.

This time, Jian Chou didn’t leave any inscription and continued forward.

Past five hundred feet, the wind blades became searing wind, fire blades.

This time, Jian Chou comprehended a new Dao Seal: Entwining Wind Fire Blade.

Six hundred feet, seven people had left inscriptions, but no Qu Zhengfeng.

Seven hundred feet, four people had left inscriptions, but no Qu Zhengfeng.

Eight hundred feet, four people had left inscriptions, no Qu Zhengfeng!

Jian Chou constantly stopped, constantly moved forward.

She didn’t know how much time had passed in the alternation between stopping to cultivate and setting off again.

She only knew that, according to what Zhilin Sou had said, after nine hundred feet, the searing wind and fire blades of this layer would turn into ice blades and frost swords!

Nine hundred feet!

Finally arrived!

Jian Chou had just stopped when she saw the exaggerated inscriptions on the cave wall.

“Damn it, almost turned into roasted chicken! Past nine hundred feet are ice blades, this damn ice and fire dual heavens, about to ascend to heaven with pleasure! Not playing with you rogue Blackwind Cave anymore! This old man is leaving!”

“Ice and fire dual heavens, oral technique indeed, I am quite skilled at it, pity not to meet a worthy partner. You depart, this young master also departs.”

“The one on the right has brain problems! This rogue has comprehended another new Dao Seal, wahaha, truly a genius youth, from now on will roam the Nineteen Continents, killing all the handsome bastards in the world!”

“Strength exhausted here, nine hundred feet does not disgrace the sect, Zhou departs as well.”

…

Past these nine hundred feet, only that little rogue remained?

Still calling himself a genius youth.

Jian Chou couldn’t help but laugh, but suddenly stopped. Where was Qu Zhengfeng?

With Nascent Soul Peak cultivation entering the Blackwind Cave, there was no reason to leave too early.

Or perhaps…

He was in a hurry and didn’t leave any inscriptions?

A strange premonition arose in Jian Chou’s heart as she looked toward the Blackwind Cave that slanted downward.

Before nine hundred feet, the wind was searing, the wind blades were fire blades, the entire Blackwind Cave seemed to lead to countless lava flows, unbearably hot; but after passing nine hundred feet, that fiery red color seemed to suddenly freeze, appearing crystal clear and translucent, the color changing from red to white, presenting a cold, condensed blue.

After the flames’ scorching came ice and snow.

Here was the third layer of the Blackwind Cave.

Jian Chou bit her teeth and stepped in!

At the nine hundred fifty feet mark, Jian Chou comprehended the third Dao Seal: Ice Blade Frost Sword!

Similarly, at this fifty-foot mark, she saw an unexpected line of inscription—

“Mama, the rogue’s winter has come! Using all my skills, but still unable to comprehend, I truly see ghosts. Can’t crawl anymore! Damn Blackwind Cave, your grandfather here will return!”

The last character, “return,” the final stroke, had carved a long, deep mark on the cave wall, extending toward the cave entrance for a long time before disappearing!

This looked like…

Being pushed to the extreme by the wind blades in the Blackwind Cave, using a sharp blade inserted into the cave wall, desperately dragging, not wanting to be blown away by the wind.

But looking at this terrifying deep mark, Jian Chou knew his resistance had failed.

Why couldn’t he continue comprehending?

Jian Chou wasn’t clear.

She only knew that she had succeeded.

If not counting Qu Zhengfeng, she should be considered the one who had walked the furthest among all those who had left inscriptions!

When she took another step away from the nine hundred fifty feet mark, a wonderful feeling awaited Jian Chou.

She had a premonition—

“Tap tap, tap tap.”

The sound of Jian Chou’s steady footsteps.

She held her breath and concentrated, walking while using her already two-inch-long finger aura to cut through the wind blades coming at her face. Though slow, it was very persistent.

One foot, two feet…

Getting closer and closer to one thousand feet.

Jian Chou looked far ahead, her gaze seeming to penetrate this dense darkness to reach further ahead!

Nine hundred ninety-nine feet.

The last step!

One thousand feet!

The spiritual light emanating from her body illuminated the area not far ahead. At this moment, the Blackwind Cave was only seven feet high, and at most could only accommodate two people walking side by side, appearing narrow and cramped.

However…

It was precisely because of this that the inscriptions on the cave wall became increasingly shocking.

“Yashan, Qu Zhengfeng!”

Five solitary, lofty characters, carved at this nearly unreachable depth of one thousand feet!

Five arrogant characters, flying strokes filled with a kind of supreme disdain!

If no one came here, no one would know his name.

If no one came here, no one would be qualified to leave inscriptions alongside his!

“…”

Looking at these five characters, Jian Chou fell silent.

After a long while, she finally let out a low laugh: “What difficulty is there in that?”

As her laughter fell, Jian Chou raised her hand with fingers together, leaving only four understated characters on the cave wall—

Yashan, Jian Chou!

Four characters alongside five characters, revealing a strange, graceful flavor.

And also a kind of…

Frenzied aura that made the difficult seem effortless!