183: Chapter 183 I Will Be Back

Zhao Yi snorted coldly, took a step forward, causing the mountains to shake and the earth to quake, and swung the hoe down once more.

Ding Yu was greatly alarmed, hurriedly activating his Netherworld secret technique; black mist churned around him, transforming into nine ghostly Clones that surrounded and attacked Zhao Yi from all directions.

"Netherworld Nine Evils Formation,"

"Strangle him for me!"

The nine ghostly figures moved in unison, their blade lights weaving a net, the Evil Qi chilling and sharp, striking directly at Zhao Yi's vital points.

"Mere child's play!"

Zhao Yi shouted coldly, his Immortal power surging wildly. The great sumeru treasure hoe spun, transforming into a golden wheel of light that swept outward.

"Give me—"

"—Sweep!"

The golden light, like a solar wheel, crushed over them; the nine ghostly figures let out a wail and were completely obliterated.

Ding Yu's mind was severely damaged, and he spat out a mouthful of essence blood, his face revealing terror.

"This, this is not a technique that belongs to the Human Immortal Realm. Just who are you?"

Zhao Yi kept a cold face and did not reply.

He was also feeling a bit guilty; what kind of "not a technique belonging to the Human Immortal Realm"? This was simply relying on the advantage of the great sumeru treasure hoe.

However, speaking of which, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the might of the great sumeru treasure hoe.

What made people even more speechless was that such a powerful weapon was bound to Zhao Yi; where could one even go to reason about that?

In short, it was simply awesome.

"Hmph!"

"The mountains are high and the road is long; let's wait and see!"

"I will return."

And then, there was no then; Ding Yu gathered up the many Cultivators of the Netherworld Hall and ran directly away.

Leaving only Li Ning, Zhao Yi, and Approximate to stare at each other in dismay.

Looking at Li Ning, Zhao Yi frowned.

"How can one slay an Immortal?"

Approximate: "Utilize the power of the heavenly dao law to strangle his Divine Soul."

"Oh, that's right, Master, which Law do you cultivate?"

"Money!"

"Hmm!"

"Huh?"

Approximate turned to look at Zhao Yi.

"Money?"

"The Law of Money?"

"There is such a Law?"

Even with the vast experience of the Golden Dragon Immortal, there was no such Law in his memory.

What use is the Law of Money? Can it be used to kill enemies?

Approximate was full of confusion.

But Zhao Yi soon let him witness what the Law of Money really was.

Zhao Yi nailed Li Ning in mid-air with a single strike of his hoe.

"I have already spared you once, but it seems you don't know how the word 'death' is written? To think you still dare to return."

"Returning is one thing, but you actually dare to bring others to seek revenge? Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Zhao Yi's entire body radiated boundless golden light, illuminating the entire Xuan Mountain.

One "¥" symbol after another struck Li Ning's body.

With a scream, Li Ning offered no resistance; his head tilted to the side, and he was done for.

A rain of blood fell for a thousand miles around; it was this world bidding farewell to a Human Immortal.

Zhao Yi...

"What the hell?"

"Damn it, is this a Human Immortal made of paper?"

Approximate, on the other hand, kept lamenting.

"How did he just fall? This was too fast."

"What a waste!"

"Hmm?"

"What's a waste?"

"Dead Dog, you can eat shit, but if I discover you eating people, don't blame me for being impolite."

Seeing Zhao Yi's towering rage, Approximate shrank his head back and dared not speak another word.

In the Lower Profound Sect, looking at the rain of blood filling the sky and staining the entire Xuan Mountain red, One Who Listens to Emptiness was filled with shock.

"Is this the strength of Ancestor Zhao?"

"It is truly terrifying."

"Hey, you—"

"In the future, when the sect recruits Disciples, raise the standards a bit higher."

"The Lower Profound Sect is no longer a place where just any stray cat or dog can enter."

The stronger Zhao Yi was, the stronger the Lower Profound Sect became, and the more stable One Who Listens to Emptiness's position would be.

"Hmph hmph, Skill Transmitting Elder, you just wait..."

...

"Ancestral Master."

Looking at the joyful faces of One Who Listens to Emptiness and the many Cultivators of the Lower Profound Sect, Zhao Yi swallowed the words he was about to say.

After taking out a Human Immortal, he had originally wanted to comfort the Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect, fearing they might be left with some trauma, but it turned out their self-adaptation completely exceeded Zhao Yi's expectations.

This left Zhao Yi with nothing to say.

"Where is our sect's Scripture Pavilion?"

"Take me there."

One Who Listens to Emptiness was stunned, his eyes showing embarrassment.

"Yes, Ancestral Master."

"This way."

A moment later.

Zhao Yi looked at the dilapidated house in front of him.

He took a deep breath.

"This is our sect's Scripture Pavilion?"

A thatched cottage, with weeds all over the front, broken windows, and a crooked wooden door; if it weren't for the Scripture Pavilion plaque hanging above the door, damn it, Zhao Yi would have believed it was a toilet.

"Ancestral Master, please allow me to explain. This Scripture Pavilion has always been in the hands of the Skill Transmitting Elder."

"The Skill Transmitting Elder found it troublesome, so he moved all the Cultivation Techniques and Secret Manuals to the back mountain."

Zhao Yi looked at One Who Listens to Emptiness with a half-smile.

"So, the current Scripture Pavilion of our sect is now just this plaque holding up the facade?"

Zhao Yi's voice was calm, but the suppressed anger spread through the air like a tide.

Damn it, he just wanted to learn some Immortal arts and techniques, why was it so frustrating?

Cold sweat poured down One Who Listens to Emptiness's forehead, and he hurriedly lowered his head: "Ancestral Master, please understand. The Skill Transmitting Elder was personally appointed by the previous Sect Head, is a veteran of the sect, and has deep seniority. I, I cannot easily interfere."

"Heh."

Zhao Yi sneered. He really couldn't be bothered with these kinds of matters; he wasn't actually the true Ancestral Master of the Lower Profound Sect, but he also couldn't ignore it.

He lifted his foot and walked toward the thatched cottage.

Creak—

The broken door was kicked open. Inside, spiderwebs were everywhere, and in the corner were a few dilapidated bookshelves, on top of which a calico cat was lying, happily gnawing on half a fish bone.

"Meow?"

The cat looked up, its pair of emerald green eyes gazing blankly at Zhao Yi, as if questioning: Who gave you permission to disturb my meal?

Zhao Yi was expressionless and raised a hand.

"Boom!"

A burst of golden light exploded, and the entire thatched cottage, along with the calico cat's fish bone, instantly turned into dust.

"Where is the Skill Transmitting Elder?"

"He is, he is 'cultivating in seclusion' at the back mountain."

One Who Listens to Emptiness said with a trembling voice. At this moment, he felt a bit of regret, feeling that he might have done something wrong; it seemed he shouldn't have let Zhao Yi participate in the specific affairs of the Lower Profound Sect, he was too brutal.

"He only sees his Personal Disciple and never meets outsiders."

"Heh—"

Zhao Yi sneered, "Who is an outsider?"

"Let's go, to the back mountain, to meet this 'cultivating in seclusion' Elder."

...

Deep in the back mountain, clouds and mist swirled.

A white jade palace floated in mid-air, with golden tiles and flying eaves, surrounded by spirit springs, with cranes dancing and patches of Spirit Medicine. Spiritual Qi gathered here, and purple mist came from the east for three thousand miles.

It was hard to imagine that the Lower Profound Sect, which had been beaten into ruins, actually had such a place.

Zhao Yi stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the white jade palace that resembled an Immortal's blessed land, his mouth twitching.

"This is what you call 'cultivating in seclusion'?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness lowered his head, his voice weak: "He said the environment is good and helpful for comprehending the Dao."

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Yi laughed in extreme anger, "The Scripture Pavilion is a thatched hut, yet he lives in a palace? The Disciples of the sect eat chaff and swallow vegetables, yet he is here raising cranes and planting Spirit Medicine?"

"And he calls himself 'Skill Transmitting'?"

"Transmitting his mother's ass!"

Zhao Yi took a step forward, his feet treading on the Void Realm, rushing straight toward that white jade palace.

"Boom!"

Golden light broke through the clouds, and the great sumeru treasure hoe spanned the sky, smashing down in front of the white jade palace gate. The entire palace shook violently, cranes flew away in alarm, and Spirit Medicine was shaken down.

"Who dares to disturb my cultivation in seclusion?"

An angry shout exploded like thunder. A white-haired old man soared into the sky, wearing embroidered Daoist robes, holding a jade ruyi, and glaring at Zhao Yi.

"Are you the Skill Transmitting Elder?"

Zhao Yi said coldly.

"It is indeed this old man. Who are you people, daring to trespass into this seat's palace and destroy my gate?"

"This seat?"

Zhao Yi sneered, "You, a gatekeeper, dare to call yourself 'this seat'?"

"Presumptuous!"

The old man was extremely angry, "This old man is an Elder of the Lower Profound Sect, having been in charge of transmitting skills for three hundred years. When Disciples of the sect see me, they must all perform the kneeling bow! What kind of thing are you, daring to..."

"Hmm?"

"Ancestor Zhao?"