Section 112: Do Not Push Me, I Am Calling for Backup

Jia Youke saw this and was about to plead with Dao Yuan again when Wu Yun interrupted: "Don't push me too far. Our Piaoyi Immortal Sect will eventually rise again. The Hundred Flowers Valley occupies our land, and they will surely pay it back!"

The more Wu Yun spoke, the more ruthless he became, spinning elaborate tales of the Piaoyi Immortal Sect’s Immortal Emperor returning, blending intimidation with threats.

"Wait, let's wait until my father arrives, Senior Brother!" Dao Yuan, seeing his spirit being tortured, spoke up in a hurry. Ever since she brought back the Immortal Silk artifact, her father had been aware of the situation; otherwise, why would he have helped her write the invitation and brought her into the valley? Little did she know, something had gone wrong with the divination, and her father had been slow to appear. This was a major issue that only the head of the house could decide.

"No matter. I have my own methods to make this fellow confess." Luo Da was a man of his word. After refusing, he channeled his immortal energy, igniting the spirit within Wu Yun’s chest. The intense Fourth-Level True Fire burned all the way to the Seventh-Level True Fire. Wu Yun was as hard as diamond; though his spirit was nearly shattered, he refused to speak, preferring death.

After burning him for a quarter of an hour, Luo Da realized something was wrong. Upon inspecting his own body, he found that most of his hard-earned Seventh-Level True Fire had vanished, seemingly absorbed by something within Wu Yun.

"It seems you have a treasure protecting you!" Luo Da’s hands moved rapidly, tracing patterns in the air. Each stroke formed a shimmering light-rope. After thirty-six ropes were conjured, he sent them directly into Wu Yun’s spirit, attempting to drag it out.

At this moment, Wu Yun was stunned. He let the ropes pull at his spirit, but no matter how Luo Da exerted his power, the spirit would not budge. Even when Luo Da pulled hard enough to snap the ropes, the spirit remained held fast. Just as Wu Yun began to smile, his face suddenly turned pale—the thirty-six ropes had not retracted; they remained bound inside him, while Luo Da stood by, desperately racking his brain for another method.

In the silence, Antuo, the short-horned horse, stumbled into Wu Yun while wandering aimlessly. Startled by the ropes on Wu Yun’s body, the beast kicked out, sending Wu Yun flying dozens of feet. He landed with a howl.

Luo Da’s eyes lit up. He flicked his wrists, and the light-ropes danced, tossing Wu Yun back and forth, slamming him against the diamond-hard ground. With every impact, the agony on Wu Yun’s face became vividly apparent.

"Damn it!" Wu Yun finally cursed. A burst of power erupted from his spirit, only to be neutralized by the light-ropes. This left the latter stunned, and he blurted out, "The Manifestation of Truth technique!"

This immortal art could only be cast by those at the Mysterious Immortal level and was usually considered useless. Luo Da had slightly modified it, infusing it with other powers to create a new type of *gang* energy—one that dealt unexpected damage to the spirit.

Just like now, Wu Yun tried to exert his strength—his greatest trump card, painstakingly gained after ten days of studying the formation maps—only to find he couldn't connect with it. The light-ropes both imprisoned and protected him, like wearing a cotton coat: it kept out the cold but couldn't handle the heat.

Wu Yun was burning with anxiety. The repeated slamming made the Dou King hidden in Jia Youke’s earring exclaim repeatedly. He said to Old Man Xiong: "Senior’s acting skills are unprecedented and unmatched by any immortal!"

Only Old Man Xiong watched for a long time before asking the equally confused Long Yi and Little Worm: "According to past rules, shouldn't Senior be slaughtering everyone and acting cool?"

Just as he finished speaking, Wu Yun outside finally began to howl loudly. With every slam, he shrieked, even shouting: "Don't force me, or I'm calling for backup!"

When Wu Yun shouted for Long Yi to take his blade and save him, Long Yi hesitated, doubting: "Senior shouldn't be this incompetent. If I draw my blade now, the risk is too high. I haven't recovered yet, and Rong Ya took all the benefits. This shouting must still be to intimidate the opponent!"

Old Man Xiong looked at Long Yi and nodded, saying: "Well said. If it were me, I could be slammed all day and be just fine!"

Until Jia Youke begged Dao Yuan, and Wu Yun stopped pleading, realizing heaven would not answer his cries, Dao Yuan finally ordered a stop. The light-ropes remained motionless, acting like a seal left within his body.

Luo Da was about to question him when a shadow descended from the sky—it was Dao Shan Zhenren again. He was furious and demanded: "Who is it? Who caused such a commotion that even my formation couldn't stop the shaking? Who is it!"

Dao Yuan dared not speak, but Luo Da cupped his hands and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I accidentally triggered some restrictions, please forgive my offense!"

The shadow of Dao Shan sighed, looked at Luo Da for a long time, and finally said: "Your path to becoming an Immortal King is fraught with difficulties. I advise you to go into seclusion and not come out!"

As he spoke, Dao Shan coughed several times, suppressing his injuries, and said to Dao Yuan: "Among all my children, I love you the most. But why are you flirting outside and ruining your marital prospects with Luo Da?"

This sentence stunned not only Luo Da but also Dao Yuan. Just as she was about to explain, her father continued: "You begged me to write an invitation to bring someone here, saying there was a great opportunity, a great joy. You... you actually brought back a man who lives off a woman!"

He coughed a dozen more times, leaving Dao Yuan and Luo Da incomparably shocked. How could an Immortal King cough like that? How severe must his injuries be?

Then the shadow raged again: "And you have brought back variables and disaster!" He pointed at Wu Yun, his hand trembling, and when he pointed at the little black horse, his hand shook even more violently.

At this moment, Wu Yun was delighted and said to Jia Youke, who was watching the spectacle in a daze: "See? The betrothal gift you gave worked!"

"The betrothal gift worked?" As everyone was confused, Dao Yuan realized something. She took out the obtained Immortal Silk, only to see all the black energy gone, replaced by a red "Double Happiness" knot. She threw it away in anger, but the knot returned to her.

She tried to force a dispelling technique, but found it useless. Unless she shattered the immortal artifact containing the spirit, it would cause great damage, just like attacking her own soul.

Luo Da saw this and his anger flared. Just as he was about to ask for the reason, Wu Yun hurriedly said: "Dao Yuan agreed to this. If you want to break the engagement, you must have Jia Youke's consent."

"Have Jia Youke's consent? A marriage?"

Luo Da waved his hand, summoned his mount, the Questioning Heaven Beast, glared at Wu Yun, and left in a rage.

Seeing him leave with a heavy heart, Dao Yuan wanted to comfort him, but was blocked by Dao Shan’s shadow. Once Luo Da was gone, Dao Shan pointed at Wu Yun and the black horse: "Daughter, it is not that I won't help Luo Da, but his brow is darkening, and seven-colored karma appears above his head, with the black being heavy. Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on a single thought!"

When he pointed at the short-horned horse, he added: "Look at this horse, its aura reaches the blue clouds, its beauty is like a god's. This is the image of an Emperor Horse! If you could obtain it—sigh, forget it, don't get involved!"

When the finger reached Wu Yun, the shadow flickered and swayed, exclaiming angrily: "This child blocks fortune and disrupts fate. I only took one look and nearly burned to death!"

While the shadow of Dao Shan was speaking, Wu Yun was not idle. The Fire Phoenix integrated into his body was absorbing the Ninth-Level True Fire. Once the timing was ripe, it would break the "Manifestation of Truth" technique binding his spirit.

"Send them away!"

When Dao Shan drove them out mercilessly, Wu Yun rubbed his swollen body and let Jia Youke come over to massage him, crying out: "You little Taoist, your cultivation is not bad. Come, come, let me tell your fortune!"

"Hahaha!" Dao Yuan burst into laughter, while Dao Shan said calmly: "Very well, please tell me, little friend, when will I come out of seclusion!"

Wu Yun pinched his fingers, muttered incantations, and crawled on the ground, tapping and listening. After a long while, when an echo returned, he said: "You little Taoist, your cultivation has blinded your eyes, deafened your ears, and made you mute. Yet you dare to leak heavenly secrets? It seems you are not far from death. Oh, Immortal King late-stage cultivation, hundreds of offspring, your harem is quite something! But you shouldn't be able to do it these years—leaking heavenly secrets has made you impotent!"

Dao Shan’s shadow flickered, whether from shock or anger, it was unclear. Suddenly, it enveloped Wu Yun, turning the shadow into chains that wrapped around his entire body.

The shadow, appearing like patterns, was carved all over Wu Yun’s body. Soon after, smaller shadows emerged from within him. Before they could spread, a spatial rift opened in the valley, revealing a giant red eye.

The shadow was stared down by the giant red eye and instantly dissipated. As it vanished, the giant eye looked around, lingering on Antuo with confusion, then turned to Wu Yun, who was chanting, forming a formation that struck the sky.

This was a unique language. The giant red eye brightened, and a beam of light struck the back hill of the valley. After being blocked by layers of grand formations, it slowly crawled back into the spatial rift.

Dao Yuan wasn't too surprised; she thought this was just her father’s way of undergoing tribulation. Wu Yun patted his chest and said to Jia Youke, who was still staring in a daze: "Did you see that? To become an Immortal Emperor, the mutated thunder eye of tribulation appeared!"

At these words, Dao Yuan was overjoyed. Could her father be about to become an Immortal Emperor? That couldn't be so fast, could it?

Wu Yun’s next sentence made Dao Yuan feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"By revealing the secrets of the Immortal World, he is no longer tolerated by the order of the realm. Your father is hiding and cannot show himself. Unless he breaks through to become an Immortal Emperor, he will never dare to reveal his true form. If he comes out, he will surely die!"

Nothing was more important than the death of Dao Shan.

Dao Yuan waved her hand, sending Wu Yun away, saying: "I hope you are still alive when we meet next time. I must gather my brothers and sisters to verify the truth of this matter!"

As Wu Yun and the others floated away and landed on the ground, the valley, which had been just within reach, began to move far away, hiding among the clouds in the sky. This valley was also a Third-Grade Immortal Artifact!

Entering was easy, but leaving was hard. After Jia Youke looked around, he threw a piece of broken immortal stone into the air. Invisible spiderwebs appeared in the void—it was an anti-flight formation shrouding the area.

"No mount?"

Walking at a speed of a thousand meters per step was the limit under the flight restriction. Even so, at the end of the vast grassland, there were mountains that blocked the stars.

That was the true center of the Hundred Flowers Valley, where various castle-like immortal artifacts floated.

"Looking at mountains until your legs break!" Wu Yun rubbed his hind legs and buttocks, which were still swollen. The "Manifestation of Truth" technique had hidden damage that prevented the immortal body from healing, keeping it in its current state.

Just as they were about to take another step, the surrounding endless immortal grasses grew to dozens of feet high; they had entered the territory of a Mysterious Immortal. After several warnings, the three walked slowly along the grass path that appeared automatically.

What was meant by slow?

Watching Antuo chew on the green *Gou* immortal grass like it was drooling, and only biting the most tender parts, leaving dog-chewed marks after every jump, Jia Youke felt an inexplicable worry. As for Wu Yun, he clutched his chest, his expression suddenly changing, and said: "You go on ahead. I have an upset stomach and need to check it alone."

Ignoring Jia Youke’s concern, Wu Yun flashed into the grass and disappeared.