164: I'm afraid I'll be out of breath even walking.

In front of the red-clothed girl, a large cauldron was set up.

That cauldron was no ordinary item; it was the Mountain River Cauldron, used by Juejian Pass to guard the formation's eye, but now it was being used as a pot.

What burned beneath the cauldron was not ordinary fire, but refined fire extracted from the body of a Mahayana Stage Cultivator of some alien race. Its color was pale white, and its temperature was terrifyingly high.

Inside the cauldron, thick soup bubbled and rolled.

A huge beast claw, still covered in scales (suspected to be the claw of some Void Realm behemoth), floated up and down with the boiling soup.

"It's bland."

Su Hongling stirred the cauldron with her giant, door-panel-like sword, scooped up a mouthful of soup to taste, then spat it back into the cauldron with a look of disdain.

"Pah. Tastes earthy."

She complained, casually grabbing a handful of unknown Spiritual Plants from beside her (which were thousand-year Spirit Medicines treasured in Juejian Pass's medicine vault) and tossing them all into the pot like cilantro.

"Hey, crocodile over there."

She didn't turn her head, her voice lazy.

"How much longer?"

A few hundred feet away from her, a group of trembling alien captives knelt on the ground.

Hearing her voice, they were all scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"R-reporting... reporting, Your Excellency... you said ten days... only three days have passed..."

"Three days?"

Su Hongling furrowed her brow, an extremely impatient expression appearing on her tender young face.

"Only three days? Is that old geezer a turtle? He should have crawled here by now, shouldn't he?"

"I think he just doesn't dare to come!"

She slammed the armrest of her throne.

"Crack."

The white bone throne, hard as iron, had a corner directly shattered by her blow.

"That coward! Wimp!"

While cursing, she grabbed a roasted alien leg from beside her and took a fierce bite, as if she were biting Su Lin's flesh.

"When I catch you... I'll turn you into jerky! And hang you on my belt every day!"

"Chew, chew, chew..."

Just then, a peculiar spatial fluctuation suddenly spread across the sky above Juejian Pass.

This fluctuation was not violent; it could even be described as extremely gentle, yet it carried an undeniable penetrative power, directly ignoring the chaotic Void Realm turbulence here and forcibly opening a stable passage.

Su Hongling's chewing motion abruptly stopped.

Her red pupils contracted slightly, then a terrifying, grim smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Finally... you've decided to show yourself?"

She casually tossed the meat bone in her hand, haphazardly wiped the grease from her hands on her red short tunic, then single-handedly picked up the giant sword, no edge, stuck in the ground.

"Boom!"

The giant sword lifted from the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

She hoisted the giant sword, wider than she was tall, onto her shoulder and looked up at the sky.

There, a dazzling flying boat was slowly descending.

At the bow of the boat, three figures stood facing the wind.

The man in the middle, dressed in a green robe with a gentle demeanor, was precisely her Revered Master, Su Lin, whom she had cursed incessantly for a hundred years.

Beside him, a seductive older sister figure, entwined with black and white flowing light, and a manipulative

"Yo~"

Su Hongling let out a frivolous whistle.

She didn't rush forward immediately, but tilted her head, scanning Su Lin with an unbridled gaze, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Isn't this my good Revered Master who disappeared for a hundred years?"

Her voice was clear, amplified by spiritual power, and echoed throughout the ruins.

"What? Your cultivation has dropped so much?"

"Void Refining Stage?"

As if she had discovered a huge joke, she exaggeratedly covered her stomach.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!

The dignified Supreme Su, now actually reduced to a weakling at the Void Refining Stage?

This aura... tsk tsk tsk, it's so unstable, you probably even gasp for breath when you walk, right?"

She slammed the giant sword onto the ground.

"Thump!"

The earth violently shook.

"So weak, yet you brought two helpers?"

She glanced at Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Fifth Junior Sister? Third Junior Sister?

What, are you two here to see this old man off, or to be buried with him?"

"Second Senior Sister."

The flying boat landed.

Luo Ximei stepped down first, black and white Qi flowing around her, her platinum-gold right eye filled with coldness.

"Watch your mouth. If you dare to disrespect Revered Master again, don't blame me for disregarding our fellow Disciple relationship."

"Fellow Disciple?"

Su Hongling seemed to have heard a joke.

"Who are you calling a fellow Disciple?

You weaklings, either kneel, or..."

She raised her giant sword, its tip pointing directly at Su Lin.

"Leave this old geezer here, then scram!"

"You're courting death!"

Chu Weiwei's eyes turned cold, and she was about to open the poison bottle in her hand.

"I'll do it."

Luo Ximei reached out and stopped her.

She had just completed the Fusion of her Origin power and was in an excited state, eager to test her Move on someone.

This arrogant Second Senior Sister, despite having the combat power of a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator, was perfect for assessing her current strength.

"Revered Master, please rest a moment."

Luo Ximei smiled gently at Su Lin, "Your Disciple will help you teach this ignorant girl a lesson."

With that, she turned around, the gentleness on her face instantly transforming into a Shura-like Evil Qi.

"Su Hongling, I haven't beaten you in a hundred years, it seems you're itching for a beating!"

"Boom!"

Luo Ximei's figure instantly vanished.

The next moment, she appeared directly above Su Hongling, a hand entwined with black and white Devilish Qi, carrying the power to shatter space, slamming down fiercely.

"Good!"

Su Hongling, instead of being alarmed, was delighted.

She didn't dodge at all.

Facing a palm strike capable of severely injuring a Peak Body Integration Cultivator, she simply swung her sword.

"Get lost, old lady!"

The incredibly heavy black iron giant sword felt as light as a straw in her hand.

She didn't use any fancy Moves, just the purest swing.

"Clang!!!"

The bare palm collided with the giant sword.

A colossal clang of metal echoed, like the clash of gold and iron.

A terrifying shockwave instantly swept in all directions, plowing through the surrounding ruins once more.

Luo Ximei felt an indescribable immense force coming from her palm. It wasn't just weight; it was an absolute, unshakeable Law.

The ultimate of strength.

Before the Law of strength, all techniques were but fleeting clouds.

"Hmph!"

Luo Ximei grunted, her body tumbling over a dozen times in the air to dispel the force, and the rocks beneath her feet shattered instantly upon landing.

As for Su Hongling, she only retreated half a step.

A deep pit formed in the ground beneath her feet, but she remained standing steadily, the smile on her face even more arrogant.

"Interesting."

Su Hongling shook her neck.

"Fifth Junior Sister, you've actually become so much stronger? That last strike had some substance.

However..."

Her eyes sharpened.

"Before absolute strength, all are just flashy Moves!"

"Gravity Domain... open!"

As she roared.

A visible red ripple, centered on her, suddenly erupted.

The gravity within a thousand-zhang radius instantly increased ten thousandfold!

"Crack! Crack!"

The air became thick like mercury, and the stones on the ground were directly crushed into powder.

Even Luo Ximei's figure suddenly sank, her knees slightly bent, almost kneeling on the ground.

"Damn it..."

Luo Ximei gritted her teeth, mobilizing the True Immortal Origin power within her to resist this gravity.

"How can this crazy girl's Domain be so abnormal?"

This wasn't just gravity; it was a Law of 'suppression'.

In this Domain, all spells and escape techniques would fail; one could only rely on their Physical Body to endure.

But in terms of Physical Body... "Hahahaha! Can't Move already?"

Su Hongling dragged her giant sword, walking step by step towards Su Lin.

She was like a fish in water within her own Domain, completely unaffected.

"Fifth Junior Sister, you're no good."

She walked past Luo Ximei, not even bothering to deliver another blow, her gaze fixed on Su Lin.

"Old man."

She walked to a spot only ten steps away from Su Lin.

The huge shadow completely enveloped Su Lin.

"Now, no one can protect you."

She plunged her giant sword into the ground, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked down at Su Lin, her tender young face filled with the glee of a successful prank.

"Why aren't you speaking? Scared silly?"

"Weren't you quite calm when you were watching me in that broken mirror just now?"

"Come on, say something nice."

She extended a finger, extremely flippantly, intending to playfully poke Su Lin's chin.

"Call me a good Disciple, beg me to spare your Revered Master, and this Young Miss might consider only breaking one of your legs."

Su Lin stood still.

Ten thousand times the gravity pressed down on him, yet his ink-black robe hung smoothly without a single wrinkle.

But he did not bend over.

Not even his expression changed.

His Void Refining Stage cultivation should have been instantly crushed into a pulp under this Law-level gravity.

However, within him, the Primordial Spirit that had fused with the heart of the primordial demon and the Law of space was rapidly operating, constructing an extremely thin yet indestructible layer of spatial dislocation on his body surface.

Gravity pressed on space, but it couldn't press on him.

Looking at the extended finger, greasy and provocative.

Su Lin sighed.

"Su Hongling."

He spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it carried an authority that made one's heart tremble.

"Did you forget who gave you this no edge?"

Su Hongling's finger froze in mid-air.

"So what?"

She snorted coldly, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

"This sword is mine now! I've refined all the Restrictions on it! Don't think you can control it with your old tricks!"

"Control?"

Su Lin shook his head.

"This sword doesn't need control."

"It just needs balance."

Before his words finished.

Su Lin moved; he didn't retreat, but instead took a step forward.

This step landed precisely on an inconspicuous small stone next to the giant sword, no edge.

"Rise."

Su Lin extended a hand, not to grasp the hilt, but gently, on the side of the broad sword spine, flicking it with his finger.

"Clang—"

An extremely clear sound rang out.

It was like using a small force to Move a great weight.

That giant sword, heavy as a star and capable of flattening a Mahayana Stage Yao Beast, actually vibrated violently with the force of that single finger!

A strange ripple instantly transmitted along the sword body to the hilt.

Su Hongling felt a numbness in her palm, as if countless needles had pierced it.

"What?!"

She instinctively tried to grip the hilt tighter.

But Su Lin had already closed in.

He had moved into Su Hongling's inner perimeter, the blind spot where her giant sword couldn't be swung.

"A Body Cultivator's greatest taboo is having their center of gravity broken at close range."

Su Lin's voice rang in her ear, like his teachings from years ago.

He extended a foot and lightly hooked Su Hongling's ankle.

At the same time, he reached out with both hands, one grasping her wrist, the other pressing on her shoulder.

"Borrowing strength, striking with strength."

"Off you go."

Su Lin, leveraging Su Hongling's brute force as she tried to grip her sword, smoothly guided and rotated her.

"Eh? Eh eh?!"

Su Hongling felt the world spinning.

Her strength, capable of shaking mountains, now became the culprit for her loss of balance.

Her small body traced a graceful arc in the air.

"Thwack!"

With a crisp sound, Su Hongling, the overlord of Juejian Pass, a peerless expert who could kill a Yao Race commander with a single sword strike, was slammed face down onto the ground by Su Lin with a perfect over-the-shoulder throw.

Moreover, in an extremely undignified posture.

She was lying prone.

Su Lin had one knee pressed against her lower back, perfectly pinning her vital point for exerting force.

One hand held her arms behind her back, pressing her firmly to the ground.

"Let go of me!!"

Su Hongling struggled desperately.

Her strength was terrifying; even while being pinned like this, she carved deep grooves into the ground.

Su Lin felt like he wasn't pinning a person, but a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

If he didn't get serious, he really couldn't hold her down.

"Still not behaving?"

Su Lin's eyes flashed with severity.

"It seems that in these hundred years, you've really gotten used to being wild."

"Since you like acting like a child, then this Revered Master will discipline you in the way one disciplines a child."

"What way? What do you want to do?!"

Su Hongling suddenly had a very bad premonition.

She felt one of Su Lin's hands release her shoulder, then... it lifted high.

Su Hongling froze.

Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei in the distance froze.

Even the Black Crocodile King, who wasn't quite dead yet, froze.

A burning pain came.

What followed was a sense of shame ten thousand times more intense than the pain.

She... the dignified Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator!

A peerless expert who could kill a Yao Race commander with a single sword strike!

Was actually... being spanked?!

"You... you dare to hit me?!"

Su Hongling's voice trembled, from anger and shame.

"I have a Divine Demon Body! I'm invulnerable! How could you possibly hurt me?!"

"Is that so?"

Su Lin sneered.

"Then do you know that this Revered Master used penetrating force in his hand just now?"

"It specializes in breaking through flesh to directly hit the pain nerves."

"This slap won't injure your bones, it will only make you hurt, make you feel ashamed!"

After speaking.

"This one is to punish you for disrespecting your elders and betraying your Revered Master!"

"Ah! It hurts! You damn old man! Let go of me! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to bite you to death!"

Su Hongling thrashed wildly like a fish out of water.

Gradually.

Su Hongling's curses changed tone.

From 'kill you' at first, it turned into 'damn it,' then into 'Waaaaah' (wuwuwu - sobbing sound).

That arrogant, unyielding defiance she had maintained finally shattered under this most primitive and humiliating punishment.

She stopped moving.

Lying on the ground, face buried in the dirt, her shoulders twitching.

Crying?

Su Lin stopped, catching his breath slightly.

This girl's skin was really thick; it made his palm numb from hitting her.

"What? Crying now?"

Su Lin released his hold on her, trying to help her up.

"Weren't you quite fierce just now? Even wanted to turn this Revered Master into jerky?"