491: Yun Wuji died

"I don't have a Senior Brother like you!"

Fairy Wind Caiwei said coldly, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

Although she and Yun Wuji were both Disciples of Revered Master Feng Qiyun, their views differed, and there had never been much affection between them.

As a Saintess and a Saint, they were often paired up by the Immortal Abode Disciples, which greatly annoyed her.

Later, when Yun Wuji's request to marry her was rejected by their Revered Master, he resorted to various overt and covert means to pressure her, consuming the last shred of her affection and leaving only a heart full of disgust.

Seeing the disgust in her eyes, Yun Wuji's anger immediately flared, "Good for you, Fairy Wind Caiwei! After relying on the Wu Clan, your wings have hardened, and you even refuse to acknowledge me as your Senior Brother. Do you still have Piaomiao Immortal Abode in your heart?"

"Piaomiao Immortal Abode is my home, and Revered Master is my kin; I naturally won't forget them. As for you, Yun Wuji, you are not worthy of being my Senior Brother."

Fairy Wind Caiwei gave him a cold glance, then turned and left.

"You will definitely regret this!"

Yun Wuji angrily said, "That Wu Clan boy is not a good match. He has countless beauties around him, and countless women in the world want to marry him. He certainly doesn't lack you. You've been with him for so many years without a proper title or status. Are you truly content?"

Boom—!

Fairy Wind Caiwei's steps halted, and a terrifying Aura suddenly erupted from her, directly pressing down on Yun Wuji.

"My affairs are none of your business!"

"Wu Lang is the one I love most. As long as I can be with him, no matter the outcome, I will accept it with joy."

"Yun Wuji, for the sake of being from the same Revered Master, I advise you to be careful with your words and actions, and to look out for yourself, otherwise, you'll have no one to blame if you lose your life."

However, Yun Wuji didn't listen to her words at all; he just looked at her in shock, saying in disbelief:

"You... how can your Cultivation be so strong?!"

The Aura of the Immortal Emperor Extreme Realm pressed down on him, making him breathless, even more terrifying than some ancient Immortal Emperors in the Immortal Abode who had Cultivated for hundreds of millions of years.

In the past eight million years, he had gained many Opportunities, successfully ascended to Immortal Emperor, and his Cultivation had soared without encountering any Bottleneck. He thought his progress was already great enough, leaving others of his generation far behind, but he never expected Fairy Wind Caiwei's Cultivation to directly exceed his imagination.

The Immortal Emperor Extreme Realm, even if he were given another eight million years, he could never reach it.

Fairy Wind Caiwei snorted coldly, no longer bothered with him, and directly flashed away.

Watching her disappearing figure, Yun Wuji's expression changed repeatedly, "Bitch, isn't it just relying on that Wu Clan boy? What's there to be proud of!"

"Heh..." Yun Wuji sneered, "What kind of 'beloved' nonsense is that? You speak so nicely, but aren't you just coveting his power and resources!"

"Bitch!"

Yun Wuji's expression was distorted with rage; he wished he could choke Fairy Wind Caiwei to death, believing that she had betrayed him.

"Who are you calling a bitch?"

Suddenly, a cold voice unexpectedly sounded from behind him.

Yun Wuji was startled, and sharply turned around to look. When he saw the person behind him, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he felt his scalp tingle.

"Wu... Dao Child of the Wu Clan?!"

Yun Wuji cried out, his Face pale with fright, as he repeatedly retreated.

"Originally, for Fairy Wind Caiwei's Face, I intended to spare your life, but it's a pity you insist on seeking death."

"Even I can't bear to scold her, how dare you!"

Bang!

Wu Ning's figure flashed, and he stomped on Yun Wuji's head, directly pressing him to the ground.

"Mercy!"

Feeling the killing intent from Wu Ning's body, Yun Wuji was enveloped by endless fear, unable to muster any thought of resistance, only instinctively begging for mercy.

"Dao Child, mercy, don't kill me. I am Fairy Wind Caiwei's Senior Brother, you can't kill me..."

"You are not worthy of calling her name."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Ning exerted a slight force with his foot, instantly shattering him into nothingness.

"Hmm?"

Just as Wu Ning was about to leave, he suddenly raised an eyebrow, looking across space towards a certain ancient Divine Mountain in Taichu Dao Court.

...

On the Divine Mountain, stood a somewhat dilapidated, majestic ancient pagoda, towering into the clouds, like an ancient Divine Sword piercing directly into the sky, attracting the attention of many people.

Murong Haoyu finished exploring a palace and headed straight for the ancient pagoda on the Divine Mountain.

Just as he arrived before the ancient pagoda, several figures arrived simultaneously from another direction.

"It's you!"

Murong Haoyu's gaze sharpened when he saw a golden-robed man among the newcomers, and his entire Aura surged uncontrollably.

At the same time, the golden-robed man also saw Murong Haoyu. The corners of his mouth slightly curled upwards, and a hint of playful mockery appeared in his eyes, "Kid, we meet again."

"Yu...wen...Jie!"

Murong Haoyu's gaze was icy, his teeth clenched tightly, as he enunciated each word.

A person next to the golden-robed man curiously asked, "Brother Yuwen, is this fellow perhaps that wild boy who hooked up with Young Miss Qinglan?"

"That's the kid," the golden-robed man nodded, "I originally intended to deal with him directly, but I was careless for a moment and let him escape."

As he spoke, a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes, but then he seemed to think of something and suppressed it.

The few people beside him all looked at Murong Haoyu, their expressions varied, with curiosity, sympathy, and disdain.

"Kid, we've taken a liking to this ancient pagoda. If you know what's good for you, get lost, otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite."

A Purple Clothes man said imperiously.

"Arrogant!"

Murong Haoyu's entire Aura surged, and he directly summoned his innate immortal weapon, saying coldly, "You can try. This is Taichu Ancient Realm, not a place for you to act wildly!"

"How dare you!"

The Purple Clothes man was immediately enraged, and he summoned his immortal weapon, intending to kill him.

Someone next to him quickly stopped him, "Don't be rash. This kid seems to have a powerful force behind him, and he's also related to that Dao Child of the Wu Clan, so he's not that easy to deal with."

"Dao Child of the Wu Clan..."

Upon hearing this, the Purple Clothes man immediately stopped. He didn't care about the force behind Murong Haoyu, but Wu Ning's name made him extremely wary.

After all, Wu Ning's true self was currently in this Secret Realm. Regardless of whether he had truly advanced to the Heavenly Monarch Realm, he was not someone he could provoke.

"Forget it, this Secret Realm is so vast, let's go look elsewhere."

Yuwen Jie said at the appropriate time. The reason he suppressed the killing intent in his heart was because he was wary of Wu Ning's existence.

"Kid, you're lucky this time. In Taichu Ancient Realm, we really can't do anything to you. However, you'd better not let me see you in Wan Gu God Realm, otherwise, humph!"

"Oh, and since we met, let me tell you another good news: in ten years, it will be the day I marry Qinglan. You're welcome to come and have a drink to celebrate."

"Haha..."

Yuwen Jie let out a loud laugh, then waved to the accompanying people and left together.

Boom!

Murong Haoyu's mind buzzed, instantly becoming blank, with only a beautiful figure appearing.

"Qinglan..."

He clenched his fists tightly, bloodshot eyes, muttering a name, his heart aching so much he could barely breathe.