Supreme Profound Saint

Several miles away from the Palm Print Abyss, on a relatively secluded cliff with an excellent view.

A young man dressed in a plain white Daoist robe, exuding a gentle and jade-like aura, stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He was quietly gazing at the astonishing phenomenon at the core of the abyss.

His aura was restrained, appearing peaceful, yet the elegant bearing between his brows, born of a long-held position of authority, could not be concealed. This was none other than the current Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land, Yun Yicheng.

His cultivation had already reached the mid-stage of the Cave Heaven Realm.

Half a step behind him, a gray-robed elder stood respectfully with his hands at his sides. His aura was as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea, revealing him to be a formidable expert at the mid-stage of the King Realm—the Holy Son's Dao Protector.

Further away stood several young disciples wearing the attire of the Taixuan Holy Land. They were all his followers, and at this moment, their faces were filled with shock as they looked at the distant pillar of light and the fluctuations of Dao charm.

Such pure battle intent... and that sword intent...? Yun Yicheng murmured softly to himself, a flash of unconcealed amazement and appreciation passing through his gentle eyes.

This is absolutely not something an ordinary inheritance could nurture. To think that such outstanding talents could be born in a remote place like Xuanzhou? Truly unexpected.

As the Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land, he had seen countless geniuses in the Eastern Region, but those like the two before him—who could trigger such resonance of Dao charm and even faintly touch the essence of their own paths—were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Hearing this, the gray-robed elder spoke in a low voice, Holy Son, the solid foundations and pure Dao charm of these two are indeed rare. Especially their clear comprehension of their own paths; it doesn't seem like imitation, but rather an awakening of their origin. Their potential is immense.

A trace of surprise could also be heard in the elder's tone.

The corners of Yun Yicheng's mouth curled into a faint, somewhat matter-of-fact smile, as if he had discovered two pieces of unpolished jade waiting to be carved.

He turned his head slightly and instructed a rather clever-looking follower behind him.

Once the phenomenon here subsides and those two finish their cultivation, go over there. Be polite and invite them here for a chat. Just say... Yun Yicheng of the Taixuan Holy Land rejoices at seeing such talent and wishes to befriend them.

Although his words were polite, the underlying meaning was obvious. He had taken a liking to their talent and believed they were qualified to become his followers, or at the very least, targets worth befriending and bringing under his wing.

In the eyes of this Holy Son, being personally recruited by the Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land was an irresistible opportunity for any young cultivator.

Yes, Holy Son! the follower responded respectfully, his eyes revealing admiration for the Holy Son's judgment.

Yun Yicheng turned his gaze back toward the abyss, his eyes profound.

He calculated in his heart that if he could subdue these two and nurture them with the Holy Land's resources, they would undoubtedly become excellent assets in his future fight for the position of Holy Lord, and even in his ascent to the peak of the Eastern Region.

As for whether the two would refuse?

He didn't give it much thought. The name of the Taixuan Holy Land, coupled with an olive branch personally extended by him, carried enough weight.

At this moment, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, still in the abyss, remained oblivious to the outside world, completely unaware that they had been targeted by a Holy Son from a top-tier faction in the Eastern Region.

The interaction between the Dao charm around them and the world grew ever more profound, and the commotion they caused gradually settled. However, their powerful, transformed auras were like dormant dragons, becoming increasingly awe-inspiring.

On the Purple Bamboo Peak, Gu Changge saw this scene through the endless void and naturally heard the words of that Taixuan Holy Son.

The corners of his mouth lifted in a barely perceptible arc, forming a faint, enigmatic smile.

Taixuan Holy Land... Yun Yicheng?

He murmured softly, Not a bad eye. What a pity... how could my disciples be so casually recruited by others?

He didn't make any moves; he merely watched quietly.

The surging auras around Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu slowly retracted, the sharp divine light in their eyes concealing itself. They had just concluded a deep session of Dao comprehension.

The two were just about to discuss their insights when, suddenly—

You old mongrels from the Liuli Holy Land! You dogs from the Liuli Holy Land! You've been chasing your Grandpa Fatty for three days! Do you really think your Grandpa Fatty is easy to bully? Bah! What bullshit Holy Land, you're even more shameless than bandits—!!

A shrill curse, filled with towering rage, echoed like a sudden thunderclap from far to near, forcefully tearing through the lingering remnants of Dao charm in the area that had yet to fully calm down.

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu frowned almost simultaneously and looked up.

In the distant horizon, a round, utterly wretched figure was fleeing for his life using an escape technique that bordered on burning his very origin. Who else could it be but Fatty Wang?

His appearance at this moment was more miserable than ever before. The Dharma robe on his body had long been reduced to mud-stained strips of cloth that barely covered him.

His face was streaked with black and white, a mixture of sweat and bloodstains. His hair stood on end, emitting wisps of green smoke, clearly having just been struck by a lightning spell.

The most eye-catching thing was half of a glazed short sword sticking right out of his buttocks, trembling in a way that was both comical and pitiful as he sprinted with all his might.

Behind him, five streams of light exuding piercing killing intent pursued him relentlessly, moving at an astonishing speed.

The person leading the charge was none other than Master Yuji from the Liuli Holy Land. At this moment, his face was ashen, and the killing intent in his eyes had almost materialized as he roared, Little thief! Cease your useless babbling! Today, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will take your life and reclaim the sacred relic!

This sudden pursuit immediately drew the attention of all the cultivators in the ruins.

Whether they were originally comprehending Dao marks or searching for resources, everyone looked over in astonishment. Even the group from the Taixuan Holy Land on the distant cliff turned their heads to look.

Are those... people from the Liuli Holy Land?!

A cultivator recognized the unique glazed holy light attire and cried out in shock.

That person in the lead... what terrifying pressure! It's the King Realm! An elder of the Liuli Holy Land is actually personally pursuing someone?!

Who is that fat guy? To think he could provoke the Liuli Holy Land into dispatching a King Realm elder to hunt him down? What did he do?!

Haven't you noticed? A Purple Mansion Realm cultivator has been fleeing from a King Realm expert for so long and still hasn't been killed?

Exclamations and discussions instantly erupted from every corner. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock, curiosity, and a hint of schadenfreude.

In everyone's eyes, being targeted like this by the Liuli Holy Land meant the fat guy's fate was sealed; there was no chance of survival.

A hint of surprise also appeared on Yun Yicheng's gentle face as his scrutinizing gaze landed on the wretched Fatty Wang.

Oh? Master Yuji of the Liuli Holy Land is taking action personally... This fat guy is quite interesting. To be able to cause such a commotion, he must harbor some earth-shattering secret.

The gray-robed Dao Protector behind him whispered, Holy Son, this Master Yuji is a man who seeks revenge for the smallest grievance and acts ruthlessly. For this fat guy to make him lose his composure and pursue him like this, it probably involves something massive. Should we...

Yun Yicheng gently waved his hand, that faint smile still on his lips. Let's wait and see. It's fine to just watch the spectacle of the Liuli Holy Land. I'd like to see exactly what makes this fat guy so special.

His gaze carried more of a condescending inquiry, as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Shi Wanshan frowned and looked at Fatty Wang. His eyes flickered as he suddenly remembered that he had conveniently stripped this chubby kid clean a few days ago...

At that time, there really seemed to be a few magical treasures and pills bearing the mark of the Glazed Sacred Land inside his spatial ring!

"Hiss... No way, right?" Shi Wanshan felt a bit guilty in his heart.

"Could it be because I robbed... cough, 'temporarily borrowed' his things, leaving him without any means of self-defense, that the people from the Glazed Sacred Land discovered his tracks and chased him all the way here?"

Thinking of this, Shi Wanshan suddenly felt that his old face could not bear the shame.

Although he liked to hunt in the wild and acted a bit recklessly, he was extremely protective of his own. If this fatty really got targeted because of him, he absolutely could not just sit back and watch!

"Motherfucker, even though this fatty is a bit slippery, he is still the little brother acknowledged by Ruobai and the others. If he really suffers because of me, where would I, Shi Wanshan, put my face if word got out?"

Shi Wanshan cursed inwardly as the spiritual energy of his Saint Realm began to circulate quietly. His massive divine sense spread out like an invisible spider web, silently locking onto Master Yuji and a few other restless auras nearby.

On the other side, Xiao Ruobai looked at Fatty Wang's miserable state, then glanced at the murderous Master Yuji. He sighed helplessly and said to Fang Hanyu, "The Glazed Sacred Land... this fatty really brings trouble wherever he goes. We only had a few days of peace, and he has been discovered again?"

Fang Hanyu did not speak, only giving a slight nod. His cold gaze swept over the pursuers, and an imperceptible wisp of primal chaos sword qi had already condensed at his fingertips.

Both of them were used to the routine of Fatty Wang causing trouble and running to them for help, so they almost subconsciously prepared to intercept the enemies.

They originally thought that Fatty Wang would be lunging toward them with snot and tears streaming down his face, screaming, "Big Brother, Second Brother, save me!"

However, this time, the situation exceeded their expectations.

In his desperate flight, Fatty Wang's gaze did indeed sweep anxiously over the spot where Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu were standing.

The moment he saw their figures, a strong light of survival clearly erupted in his eyes. His lips moved, and that familiar "Big Brother, save me" almost blurted out.

But in that split second, his eyes met Xiao Ruobai's gaze, which carried a hint of helplessness but was already prepared to strike, and swept past Fang Hanyu's silent yet resolute silhouette.

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Fatty Wang's mind:

The Glazed Sacred Land... this is a behemoth of the Eastern Region, not one of those minor sects from before!

That old geezer Master Yuji is a genuine mid-stage King Realm expert, much harder to deal with than that fake King from before!

Although Big Brother and Second Brother are powerful and have profound backgrounds, they are still young after all. Looking at their stance, the Glazed Sacred Land will not rest until one of us is dead. Offending a transcendent Sacred Land to the bitter end just for me is not worth it!

They have already saved me so many times before...

I cannot keep owing them this favor, and I absolutely cannot drag them into this muddy water of certain death!