512: Immortal body, do you want this?

This was the first time Lu Hao had allowed someone to attack him since his Transmigration.

“Boom!”

The first attack landed on Lu Hao’s body. Just as Lu Hao had expected, the woman was now insane; she couldn't even use thirty percent of her full strength. Besides some pain, the attack on his Physical Body caused Lu Hao no injuries whatsoever.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A dense, rain-like series of thuds exploded on Lu Hao’s body!

The Nether Immortal’s chaotic palm strikes, like a violent storm, landed on his chest, shoulders, back, and the Void Space around him. Each palm strike carried terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones.

However, Lu Hao stood there quietly, his body unmoving!

Not even the corner of his clothes swayed. All those violent palm forces that landed on him were neutralized by his Grandmist Indestructible Body, not even a ripple was stirred.

A moment later.

“Hey, have you hit enough?”

Lu Hao’s voice sounded lazily, with a hint of faint helplessness:

“I say, if you’re tired of hitting, do you want to rest for a while? We can talk after you’ve rested enough?”

He raised one hand and idly picked his ear with his pinky, his movements incredibly casual.

The Nether Immortal’s last palm strike heavily imprinted on Lu Hao’s heart.

The result was still a futile thud, and the immense Recoil Force (recoil force) caused her own wrist to ache severely. She staggered back two steps before barely managing to steady herself.

She stopped; she finally managed to suppress her frantic emotions slightly, regaining a trace of her sanity.

She was breathing rapidly, her ample chest heaving violently, her face as pale as paper, and flushed from the frenzied attacks she had just unleashed.

In her mad eyes, a hint of clarity appeared.

Then, an expression of disbelief emerged, as she stared intently at Lu Hao’s perfectly intact chest, which didn’t even have a single red mark.

“Immortal… Body?”

She uttered two words with difficulty, her voice hoarse and dry, filled with profound shock:

“This is a complete… Immaculate Immortal Body?!”

She naturally understood the Immaculate Immortal Body intimately.

After a Cultivator Undergoes Tribulation to achieve Immortal Ascension, the first thing they cultivate is a Semi-Immortal Body. Cultivators who have just passed the Physical Body Immortal Tribulation usually have a Physical Body at this Realm.

Above that is the Spiritual Rhyme Immortal Body, which generally requires many years of immersion in the Immortal Realm and countless Heaven And Earth Treasures to possibly reach this Realm.

The Nether Immortal’s Immortal Body was precisely at this Realm!

Further on is the strongest Immortal Body of the Earth Immortal stage, the Immaculate Immortal Body. Only by achieving the Immaculate Immortal Body is there a possibility of impacting the Heavenly Immortal Realm!

Even many Immortals at the Earth Immortal Perfection Realm have not yet cultivated the Immaculate Immortal Body.

Back then, Demonic Thought once spoke to Su Lin Yun about Immortal Bodies, but his Peak memory was only that of a Saint Lord at the Semi-Immortal Realm, so he naturally didn't know much about things after Immortal Ascension.

Therefore, he only knew that Lu Hao had cultivated an Immortal Body, but he didn't know how powerful this Immortal Body truly was.

As a Nether Immortal, she was still half a step away from that final Immaculate Immortal Body, but this half-step was like an insurmountable chasm, holding her back for countless years!

How could this guy, whose aura seemed unremarkable, possess a complete Immaculate Immortal Body?!

Lu Hao watched her finally stop, and the madness in her eyes seemed to recede a bit. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, she wasn't completely insane and could still communicate.

“Can you talk properly now?”

Lu Hao patted his clothes where they had just been struck, saying casually:

“You came up crying, shouting, calling me ‘brother,’ and getting physical. What exactly do you want? Also, you called me ‘brother’?”

He pointed to his nose.

“Are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for someone else?”

“Lu has lived for so long, and I never knew I had relatives, let alone a sister of your caliber. Explain yourself, who exactly are you? Why are you looking for me? You can’t really be here for a family reunion, can you?”

The Nether Immortal stood there, her rapid breathing gradually calming down, and the flush on her face slowly receded, returning to her previous stunning appearance.

Perhaps it was fate that allowed her to see this face again? Even if it was just an illusion, a coincidence? A tremendous sense of exhaustion swept over her.

Her gaze returned to Lu Hao’s familiar face, and she finally opened her mouth to speak:

Her voice was pleasant but incredibly cold, directly cutting to her initial purpose for coming to the Living Realm:

“Is the Soul Summoning Banner on you?”

Soul Summoning Banner?

Lu Hao was startled. The topic shifted a bit too abruptly. She was just crying and acting insane, and now she's asking about this?

He suddenly recalled that many years ago, when he was in the Qingxuan Sect, he had used the Soul Summoning Banner to help Daoist Tian Qiong summon his Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits from the Netherworld. At that time, it seemed there was also someone named Ming Shi who tried to snatch his Soul Summoning Banner and was killed by him.

Could this crazy woman be from the Netherworld, specifically here to snatch his Soul Summoning Banner?

If that was all it was, then what was with her earlier madness?

Lu Hao asked, puzzled:

“Are you from the Netherworld? Are you here for my Soul Summoning Banner?”

“Yes.”

It was still a cold reply.

“Oh, let me look…”

As he spoke, he took out the Soul Summoning Banner from his Storage Pouch, of course, having concealed all its aura.

It was an object about three feet long, neither cloth nor silk.

The flagpole was like jade yet not jade, warm to the touch, yet faintly exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

The flag surface was a deep, almost unyielding black, as if it could swallow all light.

Lu Hao weighed the object in his hand, then casually shook it. The flag unfurled and then rolled up again, revealing an endless array of runes embroidered with dark gold thread.

“You want this?”

Lu Hao said with a smile.

The Nether Immortal was dumbfounded… Her gaze slowly shifted from Lu Hao’s face to the Soul Summoning Banner casually held in Lu Hao’s hand.

To have so easily seen the emperor-grade magical treasure she had longed for, she suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

Did she want it?

Of course, she wanted it. Which person from the Netherworld wouldn't want this legendary Magic Treasure of the Netherworld’s Great Emperor?!

That was her purpose for this journey! It was her reason for stepping into the Living Realm!

It was also the greatest Opportunity in her cultivation Dao!

But… when this straightforward question was asked by Lu Hao with a smile…

That face… that smile… countless years ago, that young man had also, with a hint of smugness, asked her:

“Ling’er, guess what big brother brought you? Do you want it?”

She began to drift again.

Without even thinking, her lips moved ever so slightly.

Then, a clear, somewhat dry, yet incredibly earnest word, was softly uttered from her rosy lips:

“Want…”