Section 130: Talking Too Much Invites the Lightning Strike

As the strike landed, the young and dashing figure vanished. A bedraggled black horse was left perched on Long Yi’s head, the latter so terrified that he dared not move.

When it was all over, the Master of Donghu Manor was nowhere to be found. His son, Donghu Chuanqi, leapt up from the ground and looked around in a panic, even calling out his father’s name several times, but there was not a trace left of him.

The Master of Donghu Manor, Donghu Ce, had vanished without a trace. His body was gone, and his soul had been obliterated along with it.

Dao Shan Zhenren saw it clearly: the Seven Seas Castle had erupted with such violent power that it pierced the very fabric of space. It did not merely crush the man; it shattered his body and soul into countless fragments, scattering them into the spatial rift. Even if someone were to attempt a rescue, it would be impossible to trace his origin—and besides, what Immortal Emperor would bother?

After a moment of searching, Yang Chi scolded the hysterical Donghu Chuanqi, who still refused to believe his father had been killed by a black horse. It was only when Wu Yun slapped him, sending him spitting blood, that he finally snapped back to reality.

"You incited your father to make an enemy of the head of the Piaoyi Immortal Sect, and this is the result. Whether or not this bloodbath was caused by a female immortal, you should calm down and reflect on yourself. Don't think that because you have achieved the rank of Mysterious Immortal that you are anything special. To us, you are nothing but a tiny ant that has grown into a slightly larger one."

Wu Yun finished speaking with satisfaction. The shadow of Dao Shan Zhenren, projected onto the Jingshen Blade, shrieked as it was scorched by the lingering energy. "Can you not spare my daughter? Spare Luo Da? This entire Hundred Flower Valley, this entire Immortal Fruit Planet, has been plunged into darkness because of you. What exactly do you want?"

Just as Wu Yun was about to reply, two beams of light flashed across the sky. Two other experts had come out of seclusion: the Vice Valley Master, Yinhu, and the Great Venerable, Hei Er. Both were in the middle to late stages of the Immortal King realm. As they arrived, the laws of the world shifted around them—a chilling aura and a violent gale filled the sky.

Both were furious; being interrupted during cultivation was a grievance akin to a life-or-death feud. However, they had been summoned by the Master of Hundred Flower Valley to suppress the enemy.

"Money taken, tasks done," Hei Er said coldly. Seeing Yang Chi and Dao Shan Zhenren, he snorted and inquired about the aura of the Immortal King who had just disappeared.

When he learned that an early-stage Immortal King had been killed and his soul scattered by a black horse, his eyes lit up. He looked at the Antuo from head to toe and said disdainfully, "It’s nothing but the protection of a few Imperial auras. What of it? Once I draw that Imperial power out, I will decide whether to roast or burn this horse!"

Immortal King Yinhu appeared more experienced and was not so arrogant. He asked Yang Chi a few questions, his brows furrowed. The Master of Donghu Manor, who had just become an Immortal King, had been killed in a single blow; such a feat was something only an Immortal Emperor could typically achieve. Even a peak Immortal King would find it difficult!

He also glanced at the black horse and saw the crux of the matter: the hidden Imperial power it possessed could not deal a fatal blow to an Immortal King. So, what had happened just now?

Looking at the images left behind by other disciples of the valley, Yinhu fell silent. He watched as Hei Er cursed the heavens and the earth with vicious intensity. Just as he was about to intervene, a chorus of insults rang out!

Whatever Hei Er shouted, the other side shouted back. But the opponent’s voice carried a childish tone, and in a war of words, the one who attracted the most attention naturally won.

Long Yi was about to cover Yue Qi’s mouth when Lü Ye muttered, "What are you afraid of? An Immortal King shouldn't be stooping to argue with a little toddler!"

"Demon brat, die!"

Hei Er had never been this angry in his life. His cultivation had been interrupted, he had come to reprimand the intruders, and now he was being insulted by a child who hadn't even grown all his hair. Even worse, when he sent his pressure crashing down, it was blocked by a layer of energy, and the insults didn't stop.

With a wave of his hand, he shifted space, intending to teleport Yue Qi to his side, along with the horned Immortal Dragon he wished to capture as well.

As the laws manifested, Long Yi was no match. Even with the Jingshen Blade in hand, he could not bridge the gap in their cultivation. Wu Yun cast a glance at the Antuo, who had already scurried off Long Yi’s head. The creature possessed only a few survival skills and divine abilities; if he used them, would it disrupt Wu Yun’s plan?

"Whoosh!"

Just as the space around Yue Qi moved toward Hei Er, it was pushed back by another force. Hei Er frowned and looked toward the ground. An inconspicuous man stood there. He cupped his hands in salute to Wu Yun, then to Long Yi, and finally to the Antuo. After bowing three times, he moved, appearing between Hei Er and the others.

Rong Ya had arrived.

Though he had been an early-stage Immortal King, in this short time, he had reached the middle stage. His law energy was stable and tenacious, far beyond that of someone who had just broken through.

***

As soon as he appeared, Long Yi’s face darkened. Just as his drunken rage was about to flare, the Antuo kicked him with a hoof and said with a fawning smile, "The Young Helper has emerged?"

"No! I am the Great Elder of the Piaoyi Immortal Sect!" Rong Ya stood majestically, acting as if he were a completely different person, leaving the Antuo utterly bewildered.

Wu Yun laughed, "It’s bad. He is still immersed in the Immortal Emperor’s inheritance; his consciousness hasn't fully returned. Once this obsession passes, he will naturally wake up."

An Immortal Emperor’s inheritance?

Hearing Wu Yun’s words, the disciples of Hundred Flower Valley watching from the sidelines were in an uproar. This was even more explosive than the destruction caused by the Yin God Gang. Had the Piaoyi Immortal Sect, which had vanished for hundreds of thousands of years, truly left behind an Imperial-level inheritance in Hundred Flower Valley?

If it were true, those Immortal Emperors who had come here to explore and leave their lamentations would lose all face!

Hei Er stared intensely at Rong Ya, who shook his head and said, "You are too weak, far too weak. For tens of thousands of years, you have only focused on cultivating your spirit, not your body. In battle, I can take three of you at once!"

Rong Ya flexed his fists and waved dismissively at Yang Chi, Dao Shan Zhenren, and Yinhu. "Come together, then. Let me see how formidable the bandits who occupied our mountain really are!"

"You court death!" Hei Er was at the middle stage of the Immortal King realm, a peak middle-stage cultivator who did not lose to those in the late stages. He only needed to successfully pass his tribulation to leave behind a Dharma body and roam free.

Without even drawing a weapon, he struck with his palm. A peerless power slowly pressed out from his hand. Strands of law energy spilled forth, and a concentrated force of earth coalesced into reality.

This was no ordinary earth energy; in the Immortal Realm, it was like the legendary Living Soil, capable of transforming into all things. It formed a terrifying giant beast that pressed down upon Rong Ya.

With millions of tons of force concentrated into a single point, Rong Ya did not retreat but advanced, using force to break force. As his voice rang out like thunder, layers of Dao-language overlapped.

"Ten Thousand Wave Striking God Fist!"

As the illegitimate son of the Lake Autumn Gang leader, he had learned very few divine techniques. This was the only one he had created himself. Under Wu Yun’s guidance, he had divided the punch into layers—each layer a stage, each stage an increase in power.

This strike was his best effort yet: a Thousand-Layer Strike!

"Heavy Earth Power, heavy, heavy, heavy!" Hei Er’s voice grew louder, drowning out the divine fist. The two forces collided, and Wu Yun, along with Long Yi and the surrounding onlookers, were all blasted away by the shockwave.

Hei Er held the advantage in this exchange, but there was no smile on his face. Behind the Thousand-Layer Striking God Fist came the one-thousand-and-first layer, and then the one-thousand-and-second. As long as Rong Ya had law energy and immortal power within his body, he could continue to output force indefinitely.

Seeing that his technique was failing, Hei Er summoned his natal weapon: a black staff. He enlarged it until it was like his Heavy Earth Living Soil—stretching from the depths of the earth to the atmospheric energy of the sky, nearly reaching into space.

With this natal weapon out, he stood invincible. No matter how many layers of fists his opponent threw, they were easily blocked by the black staff, which spanned a thousand feet.

Rong Ya wanted to summon his own natal weapon, but after searching for a long time, he was astonished to find that it was gone! It had been destroyed in the spatial rift while he was protecting Long Yi and Yue Qi.

Rong Ya managed to calm down for a rare moment. Just as he was about to roar, Hei Er’s staff descended, transforming into countless tiny rods that hammered against the defensive spell Rong Ya had cast. Many of the rods struck his head, leaving lumps and covering his face in immortal blood.

Long Yi looked on, bewildered. The Antuo snorted, "Only when the obsession vanishes will this kid be able to fight calmly. Right now, relying on instinct, he’s just going to get beaten."

***

Once Rong Ya felt the pain and dodged, he looked back at Wu Yun with a trace of embarrassment. Just moments ago, his consciousness had merged with the obsession of the Piaoyi Immortal Sect's inheritance, and he couldn't distinguish between the two.

"Watch my strike!"

Finally, having regained his true self, Rong Ya abandoned his original techniques and used the "Mountain-Piercing God-Striking Art" taught to him by Wu Yun. The same Thousand-Layer Striking God Fist hit the massive black staff, appearing to penetrate space itself and striking Hei Er directly.

This Mountain-Piercing God-Striking Art was a form of spatial teleportation. Caught off guard, Hei Er was sent flying into the sky and vanished without a trace.

"He fled?"

Rong Ya’s eyes widened. Just as he was finding his rhythm, the opponent had been injured and escaped back to his celestial cave in the sky. Shortly after, the grand formation opened, and the staff plunged into it, becoming the anchor of the formation.

"Just you wait! I shall return with treasures to suppress the lot of you!"

With those words, the fact that the Great Venerable Hei Er had seized the opportunity to flee was confirmed.

Yinhu, who had arrived with him, said nothing. He knew Hei Er’s temperament; calling it a retreat wasn't entirely accurate—he was waiting for Yinhu to make a move, then he would strike from the floating cave.

Could Yinhu defeat Rong Ya?

The shadow of Dao Shan Zhenren shook his head. "Unless my true body comes here, unafraid of the Heavenly Tribulation, and carrying my natal immortal artifact, I would truly be no match for that fellow!"

When the Ninth Elder, Wang Qing, revealed Rong Ya’s identity, it confirmed that Wu Yun and his companions were indeed the reincarnation of the Great Emperor Antuo. Those who had escaped the Seven Seas Castle had described everything.

"Bring them up!" Wang Qing gestured. Among them were Gao Le, the Third Prince of the Tai Tai Giant Immortal Clan, Elder Ling Tong, Yi Sheng, Qing Zhou Sheng, and four other disciples who had been separated from Wu Yun.

It wasn't that Wu Yun hadn't wanted to find them; it was that while he was weak, these Immortal Kings of Hundred Flower Valley had found them for him.

"We have confessed everything," Gao Le said briskly. With an Immortal King threatening them, no secrets could remain within their souls.

Wu Yun was not angry. Looking at the affectionate Yi Sheng and Qing Zhou Sheng, he laughed and said, "I told you that you two were destined to be a couple, but you didn't believe me!"

"Your origins are mysterious, but Hundred Flower Valley is not a place where you can run wild. If you leave now, we will not pursue you!" Yinhu, the Vice Valley Master, suppressed his aura and waited quietly.

Wu Yun shook his head and sighed, "You will all leave this place. This planet belongs to the Piaoyi Immortal Sect. It was, it is, and it will be!"

The implications of his words were vast, but Yinhu did not dwell on them. He let Wang Qing release the hostages to exchange for Dao Yuan.

Wu Yun shook his head repeatedly. "The War Alliance Valley has a friendship with your Hundred Flower Valley; it wouldn't be right to trade them for me. How about this: Dao Shan Zhenren, you have many children—do you dare to come out for the sake of your daughter and change your fate?"

Dao Shan fell silent for a moment. He was hiding behind layers of immortal artifacts and grand formations precisely to avoid the Heavenly Tribulation. Like Dongyin Gonggong, he would face the Tribulation the moment he stepped out into the world.

It was because he had spoken too much, disrupting the secrets of heaven, that the Tribulation had set its sights on him!