One hundred and twenty-two: It is all a lie, a lie.

Regardless of how much Jia Youke feigned death, Wuyun was determined to extract the immortal stones from him. But who else could he turn to? Daoyuan?

Wuyun walked up the levels, one by one. Among the vast array of materials, nothing caught his eye.

Reaching the most opulent section for battle armor and immortal robes, a Profound Immortal scanned Wuyun with cold indifference. As the black horse passed by, the Immortal grabbed Jia Youke—who was trailing behind—and said icily, "This shop does not offer credit!"

Jia Youke struggled to open his eyes. To his shock, the Antuo (the black horse) had devoured a female-style inner armor. The beast had impeccable teeth; after swallowing the eighth-grade immortal robe, the armor manifested upon its own body.

The black horse was now wearing a dazzling vest!

Jia Youke froze. Just as he was about to plead with Wuyun for help, Wuyun himself was stunned, blurting out, "No way! Did your Dao-partner run off?"

After being burned a few times, Daoyuan had taken her father’s only piece of divination advice to heart: stay as far away as possible to have any chance of escaping her fated marriage to Jia Youke.

Upon hearing that Daoyuan had left, the Profound Immortal selling the armor turned sour, looking ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

"How about you make the little black horse take it off?" Wuyun signaled Jia Youke to act. Unexpectedly, during the struggle, the Antuo regained its wits. Realizing it was wearing such a thing, it exerted force, tearing the eighth-grade female immortal robe into useless, shredded rags.

Seeing creditors from the previous levels surrounding him, Wuyun hurriedly pulled a white bead from his robes, boasting, "Consumed by an Immortal Body at completion, it can create a Great Immortal. Consumed by a Great Immortal, it raises them a tier. For a Profound Immortal..."

Before he could finish, the black horse flicked its tongue, snatched the bead, and it vanished.

The horse chewed it up, savoring the taste, and muttered, "My bones, my bones."

After finishing, it leaned in to sniff Wuyun’s chest and was about to lick him when it was kicked aside.

Wuyun felt a bit awkward. Recalling that the Dragon Driver was still upstairs, he said, "Master Dragon Driver still owes me some immortal stones. I shall go collect them..."

His words were abruptly interrupted by the voice of the Dragon Driver: "We haven't settled the account for the immortal artifact you destroyed. Regardless, you owe me, and you must pay it back."

Wuyun felt even more awkward. He grabbed Jia Youke, who was slumped over, and patted his own chest, saying, "Don't worry. Learn physics and chemistry, and you can travel the universe without fear. Divination for difficult cases—we’ll eat our fill from one target at a time!"

Seeing the armor merchant reach out to cast a spell to seize him, Wuyun extended his hand and pulled out the soul of Tai Feng.

As soon as the soul of Tai Feng appeared, the three pursuers—including the alien Ghost-Faced Immortal—appeared at the entrance.

But they were even poorer than Wuyun, having no choice but to pawn their own life-bound immortal artifacts.

With a host to foot the bill, Wuyun became reckless. He began chanting Yue Qi’s measurements, demanding a perfectly fitted suit for her.

Once Yue Qi’s clothes were chosen, he ordered a set for Old Bear Three, then for the Battle King, and finally for Little Bug. Even Green Leaf received a scarf with nine-colored fine patterns.

Only Long Yi chose a simple swirling wind-cloak, which, when activated, hovered around his body to provide concealment.

His demands were extensive. The sellers of clothes, weapons, and formation arrays all followed behind him. Including the previously accumulated debts, four early-stage Profound Immortal experts were now tailing them closely.

"Don't worry!" Wuyun declared. "My Ethereal Great Immortal Sect will not default on debts. This is our promising young Sect Master, Jia Youke, a descendant of an Immortal Emperor. He has inherited ancestral wealth and is rolling in money. You all shouldn't just look at immediate gains!"

The four Profound Immortals were relentless. After the Dragon Driver mocked him a few times, Wuyun ignored them and pushed forward until they reached the eighty-eighth level, where he finally stopped.

This hall consisted of only one level, and it was filled with stacked immortal stones, permeating with the aura of life. Looking closely, this was the "Immortal Spirit Beast Specialty Zone."

What are Immortal Spirit Beasts? They are essences born from stones, nurtured by the heavens and earth, existing in myriad forms. Some are born in immortal veins with Profound Immortal cultivation, while others are born under the laws of nature, possessing the power of rules. Like the demons and spirits, they are abundant within immortal stones.

Nearby, a Great Immortal purchased a reddish stone about thirty feet long. A malevolent aura pulsed within, hiding an Immortal Spirit Beast.

When the fat Great Immortal opened it with a unique technique, the malevolent aura transformed into a dark, ghastly spirit floating in the air. The fat Great Immortal angrily opened his mouth, inhaled it, and refined it into nothingness.

"Boss Needle, your stock is no good. Thirty thousand immortal stones for this piece of garbage."

"Master Antelope, you are already at the completion of Great Immortal, so naturally you look down on such things. But you surely want to open a Rainbow Immortal Spirit Beast. Even if you bought everything here, you might not find one. This place is about fate. You might just open another suitable one, place it in an array, and double the power of your formation!"

Boss Needle was bald. He glanced at Wuyun, whose hair also had a circular patch—a side effect of the true fire used against Tai Feng, which hadn't grown back yet, hidden by the long hair on the sides.

Wuyun huffed and slid his hand over the middle of his head, implying that he still had hair on both sides. Just as he was about to leave, the Antuo spoke.

"Such a rich aura of the Immortal Malevolent Spirit. I must absorb some to replenish my weak soul power!"

The black horse acted without permission, circling the giant immortal stones containing living beings. After it left, the stones suddenly lost their vitality, the flowing spiritual essence vanishing.

The bystanders couldn't tell what had happened, but Boss Needle, a Profound Immortal, certainly could.

Curious about the horse's ability, he followed it for dozens of steps, finally grabbing the horse's head and roaring, "You rascal, stealing the malevolent spirits right in my shop! Do you know whose Immortal King’s property this is?"

The black horse, not yet satisfied, kicked wildly, unable to break free.

"You bald head, my mount was just taking a stroll, what loss could there be? These stones of yours can still be used as immortal stones anyway!"

Boss Needle tightened his grip and growled, "If you don't pay, don't think about leaving this place!"

Seeing the Antuo being choked until its eyes rolled back—without even showing its imperial power—Wuyun hurriedly called for a stop. He said to the fat Great Immortal, "Fat Antelope, what was it you wanted earlier? A Rainbow Immortal Spirit Beast?"

"Indeed. If I am to ascend to Profound Immortal, I must have this beast injected into my formation to help me resist the Heavenly Tribulation, or I cannot succeed."

"I will help you find it. Name your price!" Wuyun snatched Jia Youke, who was tangled in the black horse’s tail, from Boss Needle’s grip. Jia’s neck bone had been snapped.

When Wuyun made his bold claim, Master Antelope circled him like he’d found a long-lost relative, not even questioning the truth of it. "One million immortal stones! If you can help me open one, one million immortal stones!"

The Profound Immortals following behind gasped. One million immortal stones was neither too much nor too little here.

Even the unicorn horse, Old White, had sold himself for a few hundred thousand, yet this Master Antelope spoke as if it were a breeze.

The Profound Immortal in charge of casting self-mockingly remarked, "Those who play with formations are rich. Master Antelope’s grandfather is the Sound-Swallowing Immortal King. All the materials and various functional arrays, both above and below, are his family’s business. He wouldn't care about this small change."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Dragon Driver arrived from the top level, accompanied by a man in colorful immortal robes, who watched every move of Wuyun and his group intently.

Wuyun shook his head and said, "The Rainbow Immortal Spirit Beast is actually not rare, but very few of them can eventually take form. For instance, the unformed ones turn into a black malevolent aura when opened, rendering them useless."

"To nurture them into shape within an immortal stone requires various restrictions and unique techniques. I remember which Immortal Realm mass-produces this; it’s a type of stone-nurturing art."

The onlookers were confused, but Boss Needle looked surprised. He loosened his grip on the black horse, letting it scamper away.

Boss Needle then pointed to a million immortal jade blocks suspended in the air. "If you truly have such skills, why not give it a try? If you guess correctly, I will give it to you for free!"

"I don't fear you reneging on your word!" Wuyun was stunned for a moment, then took the black horse for a small turn. He pointed to an unremarkable bed-shaped stone and said, "Look at the texture, look at the airflow inside, listen to the flow of the malevolent aura, and watch the changes in color. It is not hard to determine that this is the juvenile form of a Rainbow Immortal Spirit Beast. However, if not tended to properly in the early stages, it will not gestate and will grow up like a freak."

Wuyun didn't fear them stealing his technique. He drew a formation and cast it into the stone. Every gesture and every line was clearly visible. Master Antelope was intimately familiar with this type of formation—the Seven-Orifice Formation used by immortals to stabilize their souls, nothing special.

As Wuyun’s feet drew circles and he swayed, he even chanted in an inexplicable language. The sound was ancient and lonely, as if telling a story. Finally, the tone shifted, becoming as urgent as a soul-summoning ritual. At the very end, Wuyun pointed his finger and finished, "Done!"

The Antuo and Jia Youke were stunned. They didn't know Wuyun had such skills.

A tiny cloud appeared on Wuyun’s forehead, connected to the top of Long Yi’s head. They were watching Wuyun’s every move intently. Old Bear Three, holding a piece of leg meat over a hundred meters high—taller than himself—dipped it in chili powder, soy sauce, and garlic, and muttered dizzily, "See that? Everything the Senior did with his dancing was fake—fake. The Dao language was fake, too. The variations in the formation patterns and immortal energy contained in the Dao language were all fake. From beginning to end, only that single finger-point was real!"

Seeing Old Bear Three mumbling, Long Yi swiped his hand, breaking the connection between the clouds, and laughed, "The Senior heard you. Just wait for him to make your life miserable!"

After Wuyun finished, everyone was left in a daze. Master Antelope unleashed his immortal artifact—a precision tool like a hundred surgical scalpels—and meticulously carved the bed-shaped stone into the shape of a rainbow arc. Finally, with a single touch of his finger, he pierced the flowing vapor inside. A rainbow-like immortal spirit beast drifted out, circled the air, and was excitedly tucked away by Master Antelope.

He rambled incoherently, "After more than three thousand years, I have finally found it! My son is already a Profound Immortal, and my grandson has the same cultivation as I do. Now, I can finally hold my head high and show off in front of my old man."

He tossed out a million immortal stones, which formed a small mountain and were quickly carved up by Wuyun’s creditors. Now, the small debts were gone, and there were four major transactions with Profound Immortals waiting to pay deposits!

Wuyun took the little black horse for another stroll, pointed to four more, and finally said, "Since you don't have any more Rainbow Immortal Spirit Beasts here, and goods are valuable when scarce, can you give me another four million to settle the people behind me?"

Master Antelope, still in his joy, jumped up and scoffed, "I recorded every move you made in an image-array talisman—full coverage, no blind spots, including your voice and the flow of immortal energy. To put it bluntly, I can simulate all your actions just now, and even simulate you!"

Master Antelope believed he had found the key to the formation of the Rainbow Immortal Spirit Beast. He summoned an object from the River of Souls—a simulated array disc—which flew up and, mimicking Wuyun’s search criteria, found eleven more from the millions of immortal jade stones.

Wuyun’s face changed instantly. He clasped his hands behind his back, his expression turning cold.

What a despicable soul-stealing talisman! It even mimicked Wuyun so perfectly! In any realm, this was a behavior that invited nothing but contempt!