"What was that about having the bearing of an Immortal Venerable? What was that about being invincible among your peers..."
"Look at you now."
"You even had to force out this life-saving wisp of a divided soul that I left for you."
"Now, you've completely thrown away the face of both master and disciple."
Although the Daoist was complaining and scolding verbally.
The aura emanating from his body, however, was so terrifying that it brought despair.
That feeling...
If Zhao Teng was a sharp but easily broken sword.
Then this Scruffy Daoist was a bottomless quagmire, seemingly calm, yet capable of swallowing everything.
"Mas... Master..."
In Zhao Teng's single remaining eye, a trace of frantic zeal appeared, as if he had caught a lifesaving straw.
"Kill... kill him..."
"Help me... kill him..."
The Scruffy Daoist sighed, tilted his head back, and mimed drinking. Although he drank nothing, he still smacked his lips, revealing an expression of endless aftertaste.
"Who asked you to be my disciple?"
"I can't just watch you get beaten to death right here."
The Daoist slowly turned his head.
Those drunken eyes, usually half-closed, fully opened for the first time.
Two beams of almost tangible light instantly locked onto Su Ji in the distance.
In that instant.
Su Ji felt as if he were being stared down by a primeval ferocious beast; the blood in his entire body seemed to freeze.
"Little boy."
The Daoist looked at Su Ji, his face surprisingly carrying a somewhat appreciative smile.
"You strike quite ruthlessly."
"If this spear strike had gone just a bit deeper, my foolish disciple's divine soul would have been completely burned away by you."
"...Tsk tsk, young people nowadays are truly extraordinary."
"Don't be so tense."
The Daoist waved his hand, looking very easy to talk to.
"This old Daoist is a reasonable man."
"Since you won, reasonably speaking, my foolish disciple deserves to die."
"However..."
The Daoist changed the subject, the smile on his face gradually fading.
"I am someone who is fiercely protective of my own."
That translucent phantom of the Scruffy Daoist, even if it was merely a strand of divine sense.
He wasn't in a hurry to attack; instead, he leisurely shielded the monstrous Zhao Teng behind him.
Those cloudy old eyes revealed an aloof, condescending scrutiny.
It was like a city lord going down to the countryside, looking at a mud-covered peasant brandishing a pitchfork on the field ridges.
He pointed around.
The area now looked like it had been chewed up by a dog, full of scorched earth and smoking craters.
"Although this disciple of mine is useless and not very smart, I did watch him grow up." The old Daoist sighed, his tone lacking much heartache, sounding more like he felt he had lost face. "Now that you've beaten him into this state, neither human nor ghost, I'd say the punishment is enough."
Su Ji didn't speak.
He merely panted heavily, his chest wheezing like a broken bellows.
Seeing him stay silent, the old Daoist assumed he was intimidated, and the casual smile on his face deepened.
He shifted his tone.
"Always leave some leeway, so we can meet on good terms in the future."
The old Daoist extended a finger and tapped the void, his magnanimous expression making one's teeth itch with irritation.
"How about this?"
"You have beaten my useless disciple and vented your anger. Given his half-dead state, it will take him at least eight to ten years to recover."
"I don't see you having suffered much of a loss either."
"You even used this momentum to cause quite a stir. Your reputation will likely echo throughout the Great Wilderness in the future."
The old Daoist paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a glint of sharp light.
"How about we both take a step back today?"
"You just need to make a blood oath in front of me, swearing never to trouble us master and disciple again, to drop the matter of today, and not to leak a single word about my disciple's defeat to outsiders."
"Then I will make the decision to spare your life."
These words were spoken with utmost self-righteousness.
As if sparing Su Ji's life was a massive favor, and Su Ji should kneel and kowtow in gratitude.
After speaking, a trace of mysterious confidence surfaced on the old Daoist's face. In a tone that seemed casual but was actually showing off, he lightly tossed out a sentence: "Well, just so you don't feel shortchanged."
"This old Daoist comes from... Emperor Court Mountain."
Emperor Court Mountain.
The weight of these three words was known to anyone who had spent even a year in the Azure Yellow Realm.
It was a giant boulder pressing down on the heads of all cultivators.
Su Ji didn't say a word.
The old Daoist was very satisfied with this silence.
He thought the country bumpkin from the lower realm standing before him must have been scared silly.
After all, a person's reputation is like the shade of a tree.
Anyone with half a brain would know what to choose.
However.
Su Ji moved.
He didn't bow down as the old Daoist expected, nor did he show any expression of fear and trepidation.
His movements were incredibly gentle.
The little fox's condition was very bad right now.
That previously exquisite and flawless little face was now as pale as paper, the blood at the corner of her mouth drying into a glaring dark red.
The radiant pink phantom around her had become incredibly thin, like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
If she hadn't forcefully blocked that strike for Su Ji just now, the one lying on the ground would be Su Ji himself.
"Senior Brother..."
Su Jiu struggled to open her eyes, her voice as weak as a mosquito's hum. "It's all because I'm useless... I couldn't provide much help... I could only block this one hit..."
Su Ji didn't speak.
He just reached out his bloodstained hand, using the relatively clean back of it to slowly and extremely carefully wipe away the blood from the corner of Su Jiu's mouth.
"Does it hurt?"
Su Ji asked softly.
Su Jiu froze for a moment, then shook her head, forcing a smile. "No... it doesn't hurt."
Su Ji sighed.
He slowly stood up.
In that instant.
It was like a wounded lone wolf, having finished licking its wounds, revealing its most ferocious fangs.
He turned around, directly facing the lofty phantom of the old Daoist.
"Spare my life?"
"Old thing, are you mistaken about something?"
"The ones who should be begging for mercy are you, not me."
The smile on the old Daoist's face froze.
A flash of astonishment crossed his eyes for the first time, as if he hadn't expected this ant to dare speak to him like this.
"Young man, think carefully before you speak."
The old Daoist's voice grew cold, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.
"You might not know what the words Emperor Court Mountain mean."
"That is an existence you cannot afford to provoke in this life, your next life, or even the life after that."
"I gave you a chance."
"Don't reject the face I'm giving you."
Su Ji sneered.
He raised his hand and glanced at the undried blood on his palm.
It was Su Jiu's blood.
It was also his own blood.
Mixed together, sticky, emitting a rusty smell that was nauseating yet made the blood boil.
A few drops of blood splattered onto the ground.
He hooked his finger, and the Fallen Dragon Spear lying on the ground whistled as it flew toward him.
Su Ji caught it in one smooth motion.
The tip of the spear pointed directly at the space between the old Daoist's eyebrows.
"Seeing as the blood on my hands is still boiling hot,"
"You should know whether I will yield today or not."
Murderous intent filled the air!
The smile on the old Daoist's face vanished.
He never expected that he, a dignified elder of the Emperor Court Mountain, would have a finger pointed at his nose by a mere ant from the lower realms.
"Good! Good! Good!"
The illusory figure suddenly expanded, and an utterly terrifying pressure crashed down upon Su Ji like a reversed heavenly river.
"Since you are so eager to die, this poor Daoist will grant your wish!"
Just at this critical moment.
"Sigh..."
A faint sigh suddenly drifted out from the shadows to the side.
Immediately after.
A figure appeared out of thin air between Su Ji and the old Daoist like a ghost.
It was none other than the Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion, who had returned just in time.
However, his face was currently filled with helplessness.
"Liu Kuanglan?"
Seeing the newcomer, the old Daoist paused slightly and raised an eyebrow.
"What? Is your Wind Listening Pavilion going to wade into these muddy waters too?"
The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion, Liu Kuanglan, ignored the old Daoist's questioning.
He turned around, looked at the murderous Su Ji, then at the old Daoist who was ready to strike, and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Your temper is really... as stubborn as a mule."
Liu Kuanglan sighed, seemingly laying the groundwork for what he was about to say.
He did not directly urge Su Ji to back down, but rather began to explain slowly in a storytelling tone:
"Emperor Court Mountain is the faction that belonged to the previous Great Emperor."
"Back then, that Great Emperor suppressed an entire era. Emperor Court Mountain was the sole ruler of this Azure Yellow Realm. Ten thousand sects came to pay their respects, and none dared to disobey."
"Although that Great Emperor has long fallen and a new era has begun."
"The current Great Emperor is merciful and dislikes slaughter and conflict. Thus, he never destroyed this faction, instead allowing them to remain in their own corner of the world."
Speaking up to here, Liu Kuanglan glanced at the arrogant old Daoist, his tone carrying a bit of apprehension.
"Even if times have changed..."
"Even if they are no longer the masters of this world..."
"A starved camel is still bigger than a horse, after all..."
Liu Kuanglan extended a finger and pointed at the illusory figure of the old Daoist.
"This Scruffy Daoist, although he looks unkempt and pays no attention to his appearance."
"His true body is a genuine... Immortal King."
"A whole realm higher than me."
Above the True Immortal realm is the Immortal King.
That is an existence truly standing at the apex of the Azure Yellow Realm's pyramid.
If a True Immortal is a land deity, then an Immortal King is a regional overlord, a terrifying existence capable of truly controlling the laws of the world.
Although Su Ji had never seen an Immortal King take action.
He had seen Liu Kuanglan.
This True Immortal Pavilion Master, just by standing there, made him feel an insurmountable gap.
Liu Kuanglan genuinely wanted to persuade Su Ji to stop.
Now that things had escalated to this point.
As long as Su Ji could successfully retreat.
One could only imagine what an unbelievable piece of major news that would be.
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
