Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique

Chapter 291: The Scenery Here Is Beautiful, Can It Be Your Grave? (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

In the middle of the Long Forest River, the two sides of the Kuiling Gorge were filled with mountains and precipitous cliffs. The scenery was amazing.

The steep and continuous mountain peaks on both sides were hundreds of meters above the river, and the narrowest part of the river was only about a hundred meters.

The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun was as red as blood.

The sunset filled the sky, and the sky turned into a burning sea of fire. On the river, the water rippled red.

On the shore, there was a flat rock. On it sat a young man in a purple brocade robe. His white eyebrows reached his temples.

It was Murong Qi.

As he breathed, a faint smoke lingered around his body. The grayish-white smoke condensed and did not dissipate, gradually enveloping his body.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the grayish-white fog kept transforming into wisps of sword qi. They were sharp and sharp, but they could not hurt Murong Qi at all.

The Sword Slave stood not far away with a black sword case on his back. He stood straight like a javelin and did not say a word.

After a long time, the fog and sword qi around Murong Qi completely disappeared, and his originally slightly pale face regained some color.

‘Young Master.” The Sword Slave walked forward.

“My injuries are no longer serious.” Murong Qi’s expression was calm.

“The Martial Saint’s Lesser Divine Power is indeed not to be underestimated. I was careless. However, this battle has allowed me to comprehend a lot. I felt the opportunity to undergo the third Bloodline Awakening.”

“Young Master took the Martial Saint’s Lesser Divine Power head-on and has now touched the key to a breakthrough. You can be said to be peerless in the world!” The Sword Slave flattered.

“Qin Qingxu, just you wait.” Murong Qi’s eyes turned cold. Qin Qingxu’s attack had directly injured his internal organs. He had taken the precious secret medicine he had exchanged from his family and used a full four days to recover from his injuries.

This injury allowed him to obtain an opportunity to break through. It was not a bad thing for him.

However, he had never tasted defeat since he was young. Even if his opponent was a Martial Saint whose cultivation level was much higher than his, he still felt deeply humiliated.

He had to kill Qin Qingxu with his own hands to be able to clear his grudge.

“This place contains Innate Metal Qi and the scenery is not bad. It’s a good place to cultivate in seclusion.”

Murong Qi placed his hands behind his back.

A gentle breeze blew past his face. The river surface rippled, and the trees on both sides swayed.

The wind carried the fragrance of flowers and plants, and Murong Qi’s originally impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

His talent was excellent, but the competition in the family was intense. He wanted to be the number one person. It seemed that he had never calmed down to admire the scenery on the way forward. Today, he had a different feeling.

“Under the scouring of time, the trees, flowers, and plants will wither, and the river will change course.”

After Murong Qi admired it for a moment, waves surged in his heart again.

“Only I will reach the peak step by step and live forever!”

At the thought of this, Murong Qi immediately lost interest in the scenery in front of him.

He turned around and walked towards the yurt at the back.

The Sword Slave was preparing food. Although he lived in the wilderness, Murong Qi still enjoyed the most luxurious clothes, food, and accommodation. “Huh?!” Murong Qi was about to walk into the yurt when he suddenly stopped and turned around.

On the river, a small boat slowly sailed over.

A middle-aged woman stood at the bow of the boat. She held her sword fingers with her right hand and injected true qi into the river to accelerate the boat.

In the open cabin sat a beautiful woman in a white dress. She was leisurely admiring the scenery on both sides of the river.

Soon, the boat stopped in the shallows.

Murong Qi looked at the two people who had come ashore and sized up the woman in the white dress in front. He raised his eyebrows, ‘You are.. Ji Qingshuang?

‘Greetings, Young Master Murong. Greetings.” Ji Qingshuang bowed to Murong Qi like a woman, unlike her high and mighty attitude when facing

Han Zhao.

“Our Murong Family doesn’t have any relationship with the Ji Family. Why are you looking for me?” Murong Qi’s expression was cold.