Chapter 142: Teaching You Just One Move! This Single Move Outweighs Ten Thousand Techniques

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“But I dare not repay you with my life; Master Wuyun, you surely would not refuse these!” Yue Qi spoke earnestly. Every child, even an immortal of his caliber, feared death.

His sincere words silenced Wuyun and the others. Finally, Wuyun sighed, “Yue Qi, you’ve been deceived. After you left, I examined the physiognomy of Yue Luohua and your mother, Xiaohua—countless descendants await. You, you’re simply too naive!”

Putting that aside, Wuyun’s form solidified as he slipped into the child’s body. With the transformation of flesh and blood, he reshaped into a figure the size of Yue Qi, resembling an eleven or twelve-year-old youth.

Yet Wuyun’s face was handsome and dashing—his favorite appearance from his days as Chaos Cloud.

When he stood, he sensed something was amiss and froze.

Yue Qi’s flesh, blood, and soul belonged to a seven-year-old child. Though Wuyun borrowed his soul, life, and body, even if his face became more handsome, the body and soul remained that of a seven-year-old.

This…

Old Bear Three hesitated and said, “Senior Wuyun, if we keep addressing you like this, won’t your identity be compromised…”

“Ah, just call me Young Master Wuyun, Lord Wuyun—dress me up nicely. Anyway, this identity—heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. To the outside world, we’ll say I am a manifestation of Yue Qi!”

Wuyun’s figure vanished. Three imperial artifacts flew up from beside Dragon One, settling above Yue Qi’s head. A cloud then rose atop his head.

Dragon One, restored to his original state, was drenched in sweat, while An Tuo grunted, “Lord? Young Master? With your condition, calling you ‘kid’ would already be polite!”

Though annoyed, his smile and horse-like mouth never aligned properly. When he met Luohua Wu, the latter remarked that his horse’s mouth was crooked and asked if he needed treatment.

“Black Horse, you’ve gone mad, your face is crooked. We immortals, with heaven and earth’s dignity, have standards. Don’t let the vicious imperial artifacts of Emperor Sihao deceive your eyes!”

An Tuo shook his head. The matter of Wuyun was top secret. He said, “The immortals take turns resting for a few days. Soon, the departure date will come!”

Despite Luohua Wu’s persistent questioning, An Tuo remained tight-lipped.

When Wuyun appeared in this new form before Jia Youke, the latter and Jueli were still cultivating. Over these two years, he had finally perfected his immortal body and, with Wuyun’s guidance, achieved great immortality.

“Senior, your cultivation method is truly miraculous!” Jia Youke admired Wuyun, then saw Yue Qi leading a youth of similar height and attire. Embarrassed, he smiled wryly and joked, “Yue Qi, can you wear something more like a normal child? This disguise, looking like an eleven or twelve-year-old, hides your age advantage.”

Yue Qi snorted and introduced his newly forged manifestation proudly, then asked confidently, “In cultivation, I surpass thousands, Uncle Xiong and Uncle Dou Wang admit defeat. But there is one thing I always wonder…”

Wuyun sensed a bad turn in his thoughts. Sure enough, Yue Qi said, “I see you and Sister Jueli cultivate, yet she always groans in pain, but also seems to enjoy it immensely. What kind of cultivation method is this? Why didn’t my uncles teach me?”

Embarrassment bloomed on Jia Youke’s face; even Wuyun understood the situation but, given his current identity, he could not answer first!

After some mumbling, blushing Jueli said, “You’re just a kid. When you grow up, you’ll understand!”

Yue Qi pressed on, “No, my cultivation is higher than both of you. Why can’t I know? Look, I’ve already grown physically. Tell me now!”

Jia Youke and Jueli fidgeted; facing a child with greater cultivation, lies would be useless.

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Wuyun couldn’t help but send a telepathic message. Xiong Lao San and Dou Wang, along with Dragon One, rushed over. The three held Zui San Qian, an improved brew made by mixing Bai Gu Immortal Soul Tea brewed by Luohua Wu. Originally, Shui San Qian meant sleeping for three thousand years, but with thousands of immortal herbs, it transformed into Zui San Qian (Drunken Three Thousand).

A single drop of this wine prevented Dragon One from sleeping; the immense medicinal power assaulted his body and soul, leaving him dazed, drunk, and unable to sober up!

“This, this…” After learning the truth, Xiong Lao San cautiously said, “Not to blame you, Youke, but you and Jueli should avoid the formation for a while…”

“Hmph!” Dragon One retorted, “You, lustful bear, deliberately shut down the isolation formation here, so they can perform a spring palace battle right in front of you! Do you really think such things suit the noble tastes of immortals?”

“I shut it down for routine maintenance. Besides, they couldn’t wait for Yue Qi’s cultivation time to act? They burned with impatience and clouded their minds—not my problem!”

Seeing Wuyun’s grim face, he hurriedly said to Yue Qi, “Don’t worry, it’s not that we don’t teach you. Which child has practiced such divine arts? When you turn eighteen, Uncle Xiong will teach you the Eighteen Dragon Styles!”

With Wuyun present, even if Dragon One breathed dragon fire, he could only lower his claws and yell at Yue Qi, “Normally, once you’re seventeen, Uncle Dragon will teach you the Thirty-Six Immortal Subjugation Styles! Far better than that dog-bear’s dog-paddle swimming style!”

The two clashed verbally. Dou Wang hesitated, unsure whether to speak, then quietly told Yue Qi, “When you’re sixteen, I’ll teach you one move! One move beats ten thousand others!”

Yue Qi’s eyes lit up; even Jia Youke’s eyes brightened.

“The Golden Spear Never Falls!”

…

Wuyun felt a flush of heat inside and, after settling the noisy Yue Qi who insisted on drinking until eighteen, waved his hand. The next moment, bidding farewell to Jia Youke, he appeared inside an imperial artifact.

Within the bag of the Ten-Thousand-Life Transformation Immortal Emperor was a small space—a tiny world.

Once vibrant with life and ethereal energy, now resentment filled the mountains, lands, sky, and seas.

“What a fine longevity imperial artifact!” Wuyun sighed, tracing the landscape with his finger. “Ten-Thousand-Life means it holds ten thousand kinds of living beings; Transformation to Immortal means becoming immortal here. Alas, a demon once became emperor here. I even heard his unyielding will roar—never to compromise!”

Wuyun instructed a little bug to recite some scriptures. It sat cross-legged atop a green leaf, pretending to chant a few lines. Unexpectedly, as soon as it opened its mouth, Buddhist halos appeared on the back of its head. The sky above showed anomalies. Most notably, once started, it could not stop chanting.

Even when it jumped and tried to seal its mouth tightly, the voice of its soul chanting persisted from within.

“Haha!” Wuyun laughed proudly and admonished, “You thought you could escape? This is the downside of quickly becoming a great Buddha. Some karmas must not be touched; if touched, they cannot be shaken off—you must complete them. There’s a saying: ‘Hell must be empty before one becomes Buddha’—that’s the principle!”

The little bug was stunned, collapsing into the green leaf’s embrace. It stared blankly at its surroundings and the scriptures recited involuntarily within its soul, feeling like crying.

As the little bug was thus spiritually comforted, the resentment, killing energy, and restless spirits in the space began to retreat as if set aflame.

Wuyun shook his head. Now that his cultivation had reverted to great immortal, still relying on Yue Qi’s light, his various divine abilities were also grounded in this body. From now on, he truly became a mortal immortal, returning to himself.

To gain much, one loses much.

Normally, if he summoned the Buddha’s faith, he could instantly borrow its power to reclaim the imperial artifact, but at this moment…

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“There is another method—to awaken the imperial artifact’s obsession, grant it a divine formula, and let it shed its artifact spirit state, like An Tuo, to reincarnate.”

“Although such new divine arts may severely disrupt the Third Immortal Realm’s order, someday, they might save the Immortal Realm. Like the Imperial Serpent—who knows to whom she sacrificed the Dragon Clan? Yet the spirit of the Immortal Realm took no action.”

Wuyun fell silent for a moment, then slowly recounted his third conversation with the Ethereal Emperor, deliberately omitting one sentence—

“The Ethereal Emperor left me a coordinate to find an immortal artifact to save him!”

Everyone was stunned. With their current strength, how could they reach a place even a Third Tribulation Immortal Emperor could not leave?

Moreover, they had yet to escape their threats.

The matter of the imperial artifact was urgent. Once the ten days remaining in the Dragon Emperor’s corpse were reclaimed, the enemy would dispatch Immortal Kings to capture those near Wuyun.

After deep thought, Wuyun said, “The pressing task is to break open this spatial trap.”

An Tuo was about to strike a vision when Xiong Lao San’s head was already surrounded by swirling formations, clearly marking the size of the secondary space.

Wuyun folded the space into a plane and said, “The most terrifying thing about Immortal Emperors is that just as we think we will escape, the greatest danger awaits.”

“Look at the center of this plane. Even if we break out, there should be three array cores left by the Immortal Emperors…”

Before An Tuo could glare, Wuyun said, “Then, at the moment of breaking through, if we open another temporal-spatial channel and detour around, we avoid the array cores. If another trap arises, An Tuo, you use your imperial might to strike. We can all escape.”

“What troubles me most is the immortals of Baihua Valley. If they don’t pay their tuition, let them wander here. After all, even if this space dies, their souls remain. The devouring Sihao Old Lady has been executed, so there’s still a slight chance for survival and reincarnation.”

Wuyun’s words were vague. An Tuo, sharp as ever, caught the hidden meaning and said, “Then let’s be straightforward. I’ll contribute one of my last two life-protecting strikes. If Immortal King Yangchi agrees to marry Jia Youke, Baihua Valley will be saved too!”

“Yes! Their union is fate. No one can break it. Let’s consider this a good deed!”

Wuyun was extremely satisfied. He knew the arrogance of the Dao Wish—fond of appearing small and cute in public yet utterly formidable in private. Thinking of Jia Youke being obediently disciplined by a female senior who once shouted at him, he couldn’t help but smile.

Xiong Lao San secretly told the little bug chanting scriptures, “I feel that this senior’s youthful form is a bit arrogant!”

“Deserve a beating!” The little bug, having been tricked badly, snarled fiercely.

Having confirmed their goal, the formation besieging Jiufeng Chaoge was reconfigured by Wuyun. Streams of divine power converged from the great array, forming even greater flames.

This anomaly stunned Luohua Wu and the Immortal Kings. Who ever heard of a phoenix afraid of fire? They say the phoenix loves fire, nesting in the divine parasol tree. Even their kin are masters of fire control. No race is said to be killed by fire; such rumors would be a huge joke.

Yet, the highest temperature flames could not be absorbed by the nine-headed firebird. Once the temperature reached a certain point, it grew fearful.