“Alright!”
“Excellent!”
With a shift in his thoughts, Shui Miao sensed the core of this spatial treasure, located precisely beneath the small hill and its pavilion. An endless stream of immortal spiritual energy gushed forth from beneath the hill, dispersing through the lake.
The pavilion on the hill was the perfect place for breathing exercises and meditation.
Shui Miao entered the pavilion, lowered the bamboo curtain, and began to calm his mind, focusing on his meditation practice.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze climbed to the hilltop, peering from afar into the rear courtyard. Through the windows of the pavilions, they could faintly make out some suggestive scenes, but unfortunately, shortly after, the curtains were drawn. Frustrated, though possessing immortal power, they dared not act recklessly and could only join Shui Miao in meditation.
As Shui Miao meditated, he extended his spiritual sense to survey the entire Carefree Palace.
However, it wasn’t long before a voice echoed in his mind: “Friend, what are you trying to do?”
The voice was deep and resonant, belonging to a middle-aged man.
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he immediately focused his spiritual sense to investigate. He discovered that in one of the grand halls of the Carefree Palace, an elderly man with snow-white hair was seated cross-legged on a cloud bed, also deep in meditation.
“Elder, I meant no offense. I was merely curious, so… my apologies.”
Knowing he was in the wrong, Shui Miao offered a conciliatory reply.
This elder was at least an Immortal Venerable, with formidable strength, far surpassing even the likes of Feathering Immortal Venerable.
Of course, Shui Miao was still unaware that the power of an Immortal Venerable would be greatly diminished in the Rakshasa Realm.
“Heh, is that so? But do you know that recklessly spying on others is highly impolite? In this immortal realm, you are the first Immortal Lord to dare spy on me. How do you propose we settle this?” The old man seemed intent on not letting the matter drop easily.
Shui Miao frowned, slightly irritated. “So what if I glanced at you? What do you want?”
“Hmm?”
The old man suddenly ceased his meditation, opening a pair of unusually bright eyes. “Friend, you’re quite audacious, aren’t you? In this immortal realm, you’re the first Immortal Lord who dares to act defiantly toward me.”
“Again with the ‘first.’ Can you stop being so full of yourself? It’s as if you think you’re the most powerful in the Ninth Heaven. If you’re so formidable, why are you hiding in this Carefree Palace? I sensed you by accident, and that was my mistake. But I’ve already apologized. For such a trivial matter, are you, a dignified Immortal Venerable, going to harp on it endlessly?”
Shui Miao’s temper flared, and he began lecturing the elder instead.
Hearing this, the elder flew into a rage. With a mere thought, he teleported Shui Miao from the pavilion on the hill of the Nine Heavens Pavilion right before him. “Brat, you have some nerve speaking to me like that. Do you have any idea who I am?”
“You…”
Shui Miao was slightly startled and secretly circulated his immortal power to guard himself. Suddenly, he felt an urge to test his current strength and replied with a faint smile, “Aren’t you just an elder with the power of an Immortal Venerable? Oh, and one with a needle-sized temper, holding grudges over the slightest offenses.”
Shui Miao dared to speak this way because his current strength had far surpassed what it had been in the Rakshasa Realm.
He thought to himself, “In the Rakshasa Realm, I could hold my own against Feathering Immortal Venerable. Now that my power has multiplied, I should at least be able to fight this Immortal Venerable to a draw.”
“You… are… seeking death!”
The elder was truly enraged. He suddenly mobilized his immortal power, bearing down on Shui Miao like a towering mountain, and roared, “Kneel before me!”
In the immortal realm, an Immortal Lord challenging the dignity of an Immortal Venerable was unthinkable.
In the eyes of an Immortal Venerable, even an Immortal Elder was nothing more than a dog, let alone a mere Immortal Lord.
“If you want me to kneel, you’ll need the strength to make me!”
Clenching his fists, Shui Miao channeled his immortal power to resist. Though strained, he refused to kneel.
“Not bad!”
The elder let out a cold laugh. “However, I’ve only used thirty percent of my power. Today, I’d like to see just how capable a mere Immortal Lord like you can be!”
“What? Only thirty percent!?”
Shui Miao’s heart sank. He had assumed the old man was already using eighty percent of his strength.
“He must be bluffing! Bluffing!”
As his thoughts raced, Shui Miao mustered all his strength, trying to break free from the elder’s suppression.
The elder sneered, taking step after step toward Shui Miao. With each step, he increased his power by ten percent. There were about six or seven steps between them.
By the time the elder took three steps, Shui Miao began to feel something was amiss.
After five steps, Shui Miao was struggling to hold on. Yet, he persisted, continuously drawing immortal power from the planets within his conceptual world and the energy of the Nuwa Stone to sustain himself.
“Brat, you certainly have guts. I’ve used eighty percent of my power, and you’re still standing! If you kneel and admit your fault now, I might consider sparing you. But if you continue to resist, one more step from me, with another ten percent of power, will crush your bones. If I use my full strength, you’ll be ground to dust.” The elder halted, his expression grave as he looked at Shui Miao.
Under normal circumstances, an Immortal Lord could withstand at most fifty percent of an Immortal Venerable’s power—that was the limit.
Yet, Shui Miao had endured eighty percent and was still standing. This was terrifying.
It could only mean that Shui Miao was exceptionally gifted, a rare talent with immense potential.
Usually, such individuals were either disciples of masters or key figures nurtured by major sects.
It was for these reasons that the elder hesitated to kill Shui Miao outright.
Shui Miao’s legs trembled, his body shaking violently. He was on the verge of collapse.
“Master! Don’t kill him!”
“Immortal Venerable Hu, show mercy! He is a disciple of Immortal Venerable Luo Tong! You cannot kill him!”
Jiao Gong, his clothes disheveled, along with Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze, followed San Niang as they burst into the room.
When Shui Miao suddenly vanished, Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze were terrified. Without a second thought, they called for Jiao Gong. Alarmed, Jiao Gong rushed to find San Niang. Knowing that aside from the elder, no one in the Carefree Palace could teleport anyone from the Nine Heavens Pavilion, they hurriedly barged in.
“What? You’re Luo Tong’s disciple!?”
The elder immediately withdrew his immortal power.
The pressure on Shui Miao vanished instantly, leaving him weak and unsteady. Jiao Gong and Fang Zhentian hurried over to support him.
“Yes, Immortal Venerable Hu. He truly is a disciple of the Artifact Refining Sage King, Immortal Venerable Luo Tong. I wouldn’t dare lie to you.”
“Immortal Venerable Hu, this must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”
Jiao Gong and Fang Zhentian repeatedly explained.
The Artifact Refining Sage King, Luo Tong, was an extraordinary figure. Immortal Venerable Hu dared not offend him, nor could he afford to. Quickly, he produced a Nine Revolutions Restoration Pill and offered it to Shui Miao. “Brat, out of respect for Luo Tong, I won’t nitpick with you. Take this pill. It will not only heal your injuries but also greatly enhance your power…”
“Heh, heh… Do you take me for a beggar?”
Shui Miao let out a weak, cold laugh. “Immortal Venerable Hu, today you either kill me or apologize to me. If you let me leave like this, this matter is far from over. Within three days, I will surely return to settle this.”
An Immortal Lord demanding an apology from an Immortal Venerable!
Moreover, such insolent words left everyone present stunned.
“What did you say!?”
Immortal Venerable Hu had never expected his restraint to be met with such audacity. Waves of killing intent surged within him.
The pavilion on the hill was the perfect place for cultivating and absorbing the surrounding energy.
Shui Miao entered the pavilion, drew the bamboo curtains, and began to sit in meditation.
“Excellent!”
With a shift in his thoughts, Shui Miao sensed the core of this spatial treasure, located precisely beneath the small hill and its pavilion. An endless stream of immortal spiritual energy gushed forth from under the hill, dispersing through the lake.
The pavilion on the hill was the perfect place for breathing exercises and meditation.
Shui Miao entered the pavilion, lowered the bamboo curtain, and began to calm his mind, focusing on his meditation practice.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze climbed to the hilltop, peering from afar into the backyard. Through the windows of the rear pavilion, glimpses of spring scenery were faintly visible. Unfortunately, before they could watch for long, the curtains were drawn. Frustrated, though possessing immortal power, they dared not act recklessly and could only join Shui Miao in meditation.
As Shui Miao meditated, he extended his spiritual sense to survey the entire Carefree Palace.
However, it wasn’t long before a voice echoed in his mind: “Friend, what are you trying to do?”
The voice was deep and powerful, that of a middle-aged man.
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he immediately focused his spiritual sense to investigate. He discovered that in one of the grand halls of the Carefree Palace, an elderly man with snow-white hair was seated cross-legged on a cloud bed, also deep in meditation.
“Senior, I meant no offense. I was merely curious, so… my apologies.”
Knowing he was in the wrong, Shui Miao offered a conciliatory reply.
This elder was at least an Immortal Venerable, with formidable strength, far surpassing even the Feathering Immortal Venerable.
Of course, Shui Miao was still unaware that the power of an Immortal Venerable would be greatly diminished in the Raksha Realm.
“Heh, is that so? But do you know that recklessly spying on others is highly disrespectful? In this immortal realm, you are the first Immortal Lord to dare spy on me. How do you propose we settle this?” The old man seemed intent on not letting the matter drop easily.
Frowning, Shui Miao replied with some irritation, “It was just a glance. What do you want?”
“Hmm?”
The old man suddenly stopped meditating, opening a pair of unusually bright eyes. “Friend, you’re quite bold, aren’t you? In this immortal realm, you’re the first Immortal Lord who dares to act arrogantly in front of me.”
“First again? Can you stop being so full of yourself? It’s as if you think you’re the most powerful in the Ninth Heaven. If you’re so impressive, why are you hiding in this Carefree Palace? I sensed you by accident, and that was my mistake. But I’ve already apologized. For such a trivial matter, are you, an Immortal Venerable, really going to harp on it endlessly?”
Shui Miao’s temper flared, and he began lecturing the old man.
Hearing this, the old man grew furious. With a flicker of intent, he teleported Shui Miao from the pavilion on the hill directly before him. “Brat, you have some nerve speaking to me like that. Do you even know who I am?”
“You…”
Shui Miao was slightly startled and secretly circulated his immortal power in preparation. Suddenly, he felt an urge to test his current strength and replied with a faint smile, “Aren’t you just an old man with the power of an Immortal Venerable? Oh, and one with a needle-sized temper who holds grudges over the smallest things.”
Shui Miao dared to speak this way because his current strength had far surpassed what it had been in the Raksha Realm.
He thought to himself, “In the Raksha Realm, I could hold my own against the Feathering Immortal Venerable. Now that my power has multiplied, I should at least be able to fight this Immortal Venerable to a draw.”
“You… are… seeking death!”
The old man was truly enraged. He suddenly mobilized his immortal power, bearing down on Shui Miao like a towering mountain, and roared, “Kneel before me!”
In the immortal realm, an Immortal Lord challenging the dignity of an Immortal Venerable was unthinkable.
In the eyes of an Immortal Venerable, even an Immortal Elder was nothing more than a dog, let alone a mere Immortal Lord.
“If you want me to kneel, you’ll need the strength to make me!”
Shui Miao clenched his fists, mustering all his immortal power to resist. Though strained, he refused to kneel.
“Not bad!”
The old man chuckled coldly. “However, I’ve only used thirty percent of my power. Today, I want to see just how capable a mere Immortal Lord like you can be!”
“What? Only thirty percent!?”
Shui Miao’s heart sank. He had assumed the old man was already using eighty percent of his strength.
“He must be bluffing!”
With this thought, Shui Miao mustered all his strength, trying to break free from the old man’s pressure.
The old man sneered as he stepped closer to Shui Miao. With each step, he increased his power by ten percent. There were about six or seven steps between them.
By the third step, Shui Miao began to feel uneasy.
By the fifth step, Shui Miao was struggling to hold on. Yet, he persisted, continuously drawing power from his conceptualized planets and the strength of the Nüwa Stone to sustain himself.
“Brat, you certainly have guts. I’ve used eighty percent of my power, and you’re still standing! If you kneel and admit your mistake now, I might consider sparing you. But if you continue to resist, one more step from me, and another ten percent of power, will crush your bones. If I use my full strength, you’ll be ground to dust.” The old man halted, his expression grave as he looked at Shui Miao.
Typically, an Immortal Lord could withstand at most fifty percent of an Immortal Venerable’s power—that was the limit.
Yet, Shui Miao had endured eighty percent and was still standing. This was terrifying.
It could only mean that Shui Miao was exceptionally gifted, a rare talent with great potential.
Such individuals were usually disciples of masters or key figures nurtured by major sects.
It was for these reasons that the old man hadn’t immediately killed Shui Miao.
Shui Miao’s legs trembled, his body shaking violently. He was on the verge of collapse.
“Master! Don’t kill him!”
“Immortal Venerable Hu, spare him! He’s a disciple of Immortal Venerable Luo Tong! You must not kill him!”
Jiao Gong, his clothes disheveled, along with Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze, followed San Niang into the room in a rush.
When Shui Miao suddenly vanished, Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze were terrified. Without hesitation, they called for Jiao Gong, who, upon hearing the news, rushed out to find San Niang. Knowing that only the master of the Carefree Palace could teleport someone from the Nine Heavens Pavilion, they hurriedly barged in.
“What? You’re Luo Tong’s disciple!?”
The old man immediately withdrew his immortal power.
The pressure on Shui Miao vanished instantly, leaving him weak and unsteady. Jiao Gong and Fang Zhentian hurried over to support him.
“Yes, Immortal Venerable Hu. He truly is a disciple of the Artifact Refining Sage King, Immortal Venerable Luo Tong. I wouldn’t dare lie to you.”
“Immortal Venerable Hu, this must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”
Jiao Gong and Fang Zhentian repeatedly explained.
The Artifact Refining Sage King, Luo Tong, was an extraordinary figure. Immortal Venerable Hu dared not offend him and couldn’t afford to. Quickly, he produced a Nine Revolutions Restoration Pill and offered it to Shui Miao. “Brat, out of respect for Luo Tong, I won’t dwell on this. Take this pill. It will not only heal your injuries but also greatly enhance your power…”
“Heh, heh… Do you take me for a beggar?”
Shui Miao let out a weak, cold laugh. “Immortal Venerable Hu, today you either kill me or apologize to me. If you let me leave like this, this matter is far from over. Within three days, I will return to settle this.”
An Immortal Lord demanding an apology from an Immortal Venerable!
And uttering such insolent words—everyone was stunned.
“What did you say!?”
Immortal Venerable Hu had never expected his restraint to be met with such audacity. A wave of killing intent surged within him.
As Shui Miao sat in meditation, he spread his spiritual awareness throughout the Xianyao Palace.
However, it wasn’t long before a voice echoed in Shui Miao’s mind: “Friend, what are you trying to do?”
The voice was steady and deep, belonging to a middle-aged man.
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he quickly focused his spiritual awareness. He discovered an elderly man with white hair sitting cross-legged on a cloud bed inside one of the palace halls, also in deep meditation.
“Senior, I meant no offense. I was simply curious, so… I apologize.”
Knowing he was at fault, Shui Miao chose a softer tone.
This old man was at least a Xianzun-level cultivator, possessing immense power, even surpassing that of Yuhua Xianzun.
Of course, Shui Miao was still unaware that a Xianzun’s power would be greatly weakened in the Realm of Rakshasa.
“Hmph, is that so? But tell me, do you realize how impolite it is to casually snoop around others? In the Immortal Realm, you are the first Xianjun to dare to spy on me. How do you intend to settle this matter?”
The old man seemed unwilling to let things go easily.
Shui Miao furrowed his brow, slightly annoyed, and retorted, “So I looked at you once. What of it? What do you want to do about it?”
“Hmm?”
The old man suddenly stopped meditating and opened his unusually bright eyes. “Friend, you’ve got some nerve! In the Immortal Realm, you’re the first Xianjun to dare to speak to me this way.”
“Another first? Can you stop being so conceited? It feels like you think you’re the only one powerful in the entire Ninth Heaven. If you’re really so mighty, why are you hiding in this Xianyao Palace? I sensed you by accident, and I’ve already apologized. For such a trivial matter, is it really worth it for a mighty Xianzun like you to keep harping on it endlessly?”
Shui Miao, now equally provoked, began to lecture the old man.
Hearing this, the old man’s anger flared. With a thought, he instantly transported Shui Miao from the pavilion on the small hill of Jiuxiao Pavilion directly in front of him. “Kid, you’ve got guts talking to me like this. Do you even know who I am?”
“You…”
Shui Miao was slightly startled but quietly circulated his immortal energy in preparation. Suddenly, he felt a desire to test his current strength and smiled faintly. “You’re just an old man with Xianzun-level power, right? Oh, and a narrow-minded one at that, quick to hold a grudge.”
The reason Shui Miao dared to speak this way was because his strength had improved dramatically compared to when he was in the Realm of Rakshasa.
Shui Miao thought to himself that if he had been able to resist Yuhua Xianzun in Rakshasa, then here, with his power multiplied many times over, he should at least be able to hold his own against a mere Xianzun.
“You… this is asking for death!”
The old man was truly enraged. Suddenly, he summoned his immortal energy like a mountain collapsing, pressing directly down on Shui Miao with a roar. “Kneel down!”
In the Immortal Realm, for a Xianjun to challenge the authority of a Xianzun was unthinkable.
In the eyes of a Xianzun, even a Xianweng was no more than a dog, let alone a mere Xianjun.
“You want me to kneel? You’ll have to earn that right!”
Shui Miao clenched his fists, channeling all his energy to resist. Though it was difficult, he still did not kneel.
“You’ve got some skill!”
The old man suddenly sneered coldly. “But I’ve only used three parts of my strength. Today, I’d like to see just how much ability you, a mere Xianjun, truly possess!”
“What? Only three parts of your strength!?”
Shui Miao’s heart suddenly jolted. He had thought the old man had already used eighty percent of his power.
He must be bluffing, bluffing!
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Shui Miao summoned his full strength, attempting to break free from the old man’s grip.
The old man sneered and began walking slowly toward Shui Miao. With each step, he increased his pressure by ten percent. There were about six or seven steps between them.
By the third step, Shui Miao began to feel something was off.
By the fifth step, he started to struggle, but he kept fighting, continuously drawing on the immortal energy from his inner world and the power of the Nuwa Stone to sustain his resistance.
“Kid, you’ve got guts! I’ve already used eighty percent of my strength, and you’re still standing! If you kneel now and apologize, I might consider sparing you. But if you keep resisting, I’ll take one more step, increase my power by another ten percent, and your bones will be crushed. If I unleash my full strength, you’ll be reduced to dust.”
The old man stopped, his expression serious as he stared at Shui Miao.
Under normal circumstances, a Xianjun could withstand at most fifty percent of a Xianzun’s strength—that was the limit.
Yet Shui Miao had endured eighty percent and was still standing. That was terrifying.
This could only mean that Shui Miao was a rare talent, a prodigy with extraordinary potential.
Such individuals were usually disciples of powerful experts or key candidates from major sects.
Considering all these factors, the old man refrained from killing Shui Miao outright.
Shui Miao’s legs trembled violently, his body shaking as he neared his breaking point.
“Master! Don’t kill him!”
“Huren Xianzun, spare him! He is the disciple of Luotong Xianzun!”
Jiao Gong, disheveled and followed by Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze, suddenly burst into the room behind San Niang.
Seeing Shui Miao suddenly disappear, Fang Zhentian and Fang Ze were greatly alarmed and immediately called for Jiao Gong without hesitation. Upon hearing this, Jiao Gong was shocked and hurriedly ran out to find San Niang. Knowing that only the old master of Xianyao Palace could have moved someone from Jiuxiao Pavilion, they rushed in urgently.
“What? You are Luotong’s disciple!?”
The old man quickly withdrew his power.
The pressure on Shui Miao instantly lifted, and his entire body swayed weakly. Jiao Gong and Fang Zhentian quickly rushed over to support him.
“Yes, Huren Xianzun, he really is the disciple of Luotong Xianzun, the Divine Artisan King. I wouldn’t dare to lie to you.”
“Huren Xianzun, this must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”
Jiao Gong and Fang Zhentian hurriedly explained.
Luotong, the Divine Artisan King, was an extraordinary figure. Huren Xianzun dared not offend him, nor could he afford to. Quickly changing his expression, he tossed a Jiuzhuan Huanyuan Pill toward Shui Miao. “Kid, for Luotong’s sake, I won’t hold this against you. Take this immortal pill now—it will not only heal your injuries but also greatly enhance your power…”
“Heh… Do you take me for a beggar?”
Shui Miao weakly sneered with a bitter laugh. “Huren Xianzun, either kill me today or apologize to me. If you let me leave like this, this matter isn’t over between us. Within three days, I will definitely come looking for you again.”
A Xianjun demanding an apology from a Xianzun!
And to speak so brazenly—this stunned everyone present.
“What did you say!?”
Huren Xianzun hadn’t expected his tolerance to provoke further audacity. Waves of killing intent surged from him in an instant.
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