144: Boss, another bowl, please.

Outside the Nine Heavens Divine City.

Four beams of light tore through the clouds, leaving long trails of air waves as they sped off in four completely different directions.

"Senior Brother, are you really going to that Sword Tomb?" Su Linger's cool voice rang out among the four through Divine Thought.

Her tone carried a hint of worry.

"Hmm." Ye Chenfeng's reply was simple and crisp.

"Revered Master's palm strike let me see a world beyond the Dao of the sword."

"My sword is not fast enough, not pure enough."

"Myriad Dao Pavilion's intelligence says that the 'Burial Sword Heavenly Pit' in the far east of the Eastern Region is the place where an ancient Sword Emperor fell. The Sword Intent there has yet to dissipate. It's perfect for me to go and sharpen my sword."

Zhao Wuyou's voice, filled with Battle Intent, followed right after.

"I'm going to the Southern Region."

"I'll take a look at the edge of the Demon Abyss."

"Those demon brats should be more durable than these so-called 'Prodigies' in the Eastern Region."

Ye Wushang's figure seemed to merge with the surrounding shadows as he flew, his voice hoarse and low.

"Then I'll go to the Northern Region."

"I heard that the Yao Race runs rampant there, the order is chaotic, and many 'rats' that cannot see the light are hidden there."

"I'll go help Senior Sister stick the eyes of the 'Myriad Dao Pavilion' into those rat holes."

Su Linger nodded slightly.

"Good."

"Then I will stay in the Central Region to hold down the fort at the Myriad Dao Pavilion."

"Revered Master wants to conquer territory, and the newly ascended Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters will also need intelligence support."

"Let's keep in touch at all times."

The brief exchange ended, and there was no more talk among the four.

They tacitly accelerated.

That Zixiao Dao Field, which had been wiped clean by Revered Master's palm, was like an invisible whip, lashing fiercely at them from behind.

Revered Master was too strong.

So strong that they felt a suffocation called 'gap'.

They were still too weak.

They must become stronger!

...

Immortal Realm, Eastern Region, Deadwood Town.

"Hum."

Space rippled.

Gongsun Yan's figure slowly emerged from the Void Realm.

As soon as she landed, a rich, decaying Death Qi mixed with despair rushed towards her.

Her delicate brows immediately furrowed tightly.

The scene before her made her heart sink.

This was a small town.

A town that had already died.

There wasn't a living person to be seen on the streets.

There were only shriveled corpses lying dead by the roadside.

Their faces were covered with strange black patterns, and they had died in agony and unwillingness.

"What a tyrannical plague."

Gongsun Yan crouched down, a soft green light appearing on her fingertips, and gently touched a corpse.

The Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic was instantly activated.

"It erodes the Physical Body, obliterates vitality, and even the Divine Soul is being slowly devoured by an unknown force."

She stood up and cast her gaze toward the center of the town.

There, she could feel the source of all the Death Qi.

It was an ancient well.

An ancient well that was gurgling with black mist.

"It must be you."

Gongsun Yan did not hesitate at all, her figure flashed, and she appeared beside the ancient well.

As soon as she approached.

"Hehehe..."

A sharp, scalp-tingling laughter came from the well.

The ball of black mist gathered at the mouth of the well into a huge, blurry ghost face.

"Another one... fresh blood food..."

"Your vitality smells so delicious..."

The ghost face suddenly opened its huge mouth, turned into a black whirlwind, and covered Gongsun Yan!

Gongsun Yan's expression was calm, neither dodging nor evading.

She simply extended a finger, white as jade.

At the tip of her finger, a touch of extreme emerald green lit up.

"Life."

She spat out a word softly.

That touch of emerald green instantly turned into the phantom of a towering Divine Tree!

The rich, inseparable Law of life erupted like a tsunami!

"Ah—!"

The black whirlwind, the moment it touched the green halo, let out a shrill scream like ice and snow encountering a scorching sun, and was instantly purified completely!

"No! This is... the Origin of life! Who are you!?" The ghost face screamed in terror from the well.

Gongsun Yan did not answer.

She looked at this town shrouded in death, and a trace of compassion flashed in her gentle eyes.

"In my name, all things, revive."

She formed seals with her hands, and the phantom of the Divine Tree behind her shone brightly!

Green light rain fell from the sky.

It sprinkled across every corner of the town.

Under the bath of the light rain, those dead bodies slowly melted, turning into the purest life energy, returning to this land.

The withered trees sprouted new buds again.

The parched land became moist once more.

A dead, silent town was being reborn under her hands at a speed visible to the naked eye.

...

Immortal Realm, Western Region, Inkstone City.

An ancient city known for its literary Dao.

At this moment, in the largest square in the center of the city, a tragedy of scholars was being staged.

"Burn! Burn it all for me!"

A burly man with a ferocious face, wearing black iron armor, was directing his subordinates to throw cartloads of books into the blazing bonfire.

He was the new City Lord of Inkstone City, from the Tyrant Fist Sect.

A third-rate Body Cultivator Sect that believed "fists are the truth".

"Revered Master Zhang, I'll ask you one last time!"

"Is the fist technique of my Tyrant Fist Sect's Ancestral Master the best in the world?"

Under the burly man's feet was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a Confucian robe.

The old man was the Dean of the Inkstone City Academy.

He was covered in blood, and his spine had been broken by the trampling.

Yet his head remained held high.

"Pah!"

He spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto the burly man's boots.

"Twisted logic! How dare you compare it with the words of the sages?"

"A brute like you is only fit to grind ink and spread paper for my literary Dao!"

"Seeking death!"

The burly man was furious, raised his foot, and was about to crush the old man's skull completely!

"Stop."

Just then, a clear and calm voice drifted in from outside the crowd.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw a young man in a white Confucian robe, with a clean temperament and handsome features, walking slowly toward the center of the square.

It was Bai Jinnian.

He looked at the pile of burning books, looked at the old man who would rather die than submit, his eyes as calm as water.

"What did you just say?"

The burly man narrowed his eyes, sizing up the young man who had suddenly appeared.

"I said, fists are the truth!"

"Whoever has the bigger fist, what they say is the truth!"

"Is that so?"

Bai Jinnian smiled.

He took out the simple spring and autumn brush from his sleeve.

"That's a coincidence."

"I also understand a bit of 'truth'."

He lifted the brush, suspended in mid-air.

Toward the burly man with the ferocious face, he gently wrote a character.

"Kneel."

Before the words fell.

The burly man only felt a majestic Heavenly Might, indescribable in words and impossible to resist with the Physical Body, crashing down from the Nine Heavens!

"Thump!"

His mountain-like body uncontrollably softened at the knees!

He knelt straight down in front of the old man he had been trampling under his feet!

The whole scene was deathly silent.

...

Myriad Dao Divine Mountain, courtyard.

Chu Xuanjin lay on a rocking chair, watching the Disciples who had just arrived in the Immortal Realm and immediately started "making trouble" in the light screen, nodding with satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

"One by one, they are all very spirited."

He yawned, feeling a bit bored.

The Disciples all had their own things to do.

Within the Sect, those small Disciples were also cultivating enthusiastically under Lin Yi's leadership.

It seemed... there was nothing left for him to do.

"Sigh."

He sighed for the seventy-ninth time.

"I clearly just wanted to be a salted fish Sect Master who waits to die."

"Sleeping, drinking tea, watching plays every day, isn't this little life fragrant?"

"But you little brats, one by one, are all like you've been injected with chicken blood, opening up territories everywhere."

"It makes me, the Revered Master, look a bit out of place if I don't do something."

"This script is wrong!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he couldn't continue to "degenerate" like this.

"No!"

He sat up abruptly from the rocking chair!

"I must go out for a walk!"

"Hmm, just pretend it's to inspect the situation, and by the way, see if there are any new candidates for Disciples."

He found a high-sounding reason for his laziness.

With a thought.

The "Heavenly Illusion Concealment Spell" was quietly activated.

The aura on his body began to plummet rapidly.

Late Stage Immortal Lord...

Early Stage Immortal Lord...

Perfection Immortal King...

Phew, that was the wrong channel.

It was Late Stage Immortal Lord, falling to Early Stage Immortal Lord.

Then to Golden Immortal, Profound Immortal, True Immortal...

Finally, it steadily stopped at the threshold of Early-stage Earth Immortal.

This Realm, in the Immortal Realm, belongs to the bottom layer.

Thrown into a crowd, it wouldn't even make a splash.

Immediately after, even that face of his, which was a bit too handsome, became plain.

It belonged to the kind of common face that you would forget the next second after looking at it.

"Perfect."

Chu Xuanjin snapped his fingers, very satisfied with his current look.

With a thought.

His figure disappeared from the Myriad Dao Divine Mountain.

...

Xuantian Immortal Domain, Central Province, Cloud River City.

A prosperous commercial Immortal City.

South of the city, the busiest snack street.

"Boss, another bowl, extra spicy."

Chu Xuanjin sat at a greasy small square table, slurping a bowl of Immortal Cloud Noodles, which were said to be made from Yao Beast bone broth.

The taste, well, it was just okay.

The main thing was to experience this long-lost worldly atmosphere.

"Coming right up! Customer, please wait a moment!"

The noodle stall owner was an enthusiastic middle-aged man who skillfully cooked another bowl for him.

Chu Xuanjin ate the noodles while looking at the pedestrians coming and going with great interest.

The Immortal Realm, compared to the Lower Realm, isn't much different.

You still have to eat, drink, and poop.

There are still all kinds of people.