This was a woman clad in purple, her innate nobility making it clear she was no ordinary cultivator from a common family. Though her gaze was enchanting, there was also a faint aura of authority about her that commanded respect.
“The Ao Clan is far too arrogant, boasting about sweeping the world with no rivals. It’d be best if someone stepped forward to suppress their so-called ‘Young Lord,'” the purple-clad woman said with a laugh.
The fact that she dared to speak such words—unafraid of the Ao Sheng Clan and even eager to see them humiliated—was truly astonishing.
“Fairy Qin Lin, why must you trouble us?” the white-robed youth Bai Ze asked with a bitter smile. This man and woman before him were not to be trifled with, given the formidable figures backing them.
“I’m merely speaking the truth,” the purple-clad Qin Lin replied, stepping closer with graceful steps. She studied Shi Hao closely before muttering under her breath, “I don’t see anything particularly special about him.”
She had heard of the Ao Clan’s humiliation, but upon seeing Shi Hao in person, she found nothing remarkable about this young man.
In fact, Shi Hao looked too delicate, like the boy next door—calm and harmless. Was this really the ruthless figure who dared to clash with the Ao Clan?
“You’ve got quite the nerve, exploiting your familiarity with the terrain in your world to bully the descendants of Immortal King Ao Sheng and snatch the Myriad Dao Tree. You must have the heart of an immortal and the guts of a devil!”
A golden-haired youth spoke up, his eyes gleaming with aggression. Surrounded by attendants, he stood there, eyeing Shi Hao with hostility, clearly itching for a fight.
His name was Jin Xu, from a true immortal family within Pan King City. His younger sister had even married Pan Yi, a prodigious descendant of the Pan Clan—a fierce figure who dared to challenge the Ao Clan’s Young Lord.
Thus, compared to Qin Lin, Bai Ze and the others found this troublemaker far more troublesome to deal with. His background was too formidable, and he had a reputation for being reckless and unscrupulous.
“Lord Jin Xu, please don’t make things difficult for us,” Bai Ze said cautiously, stepping forward. If possible, he’d rather avoid conflict with these people.
“Don’t worry, I won’t trouble you. But anyone who dares to touch him will have me to answer to,” Qin Lin declared, her purple robes fluttering, her red lips striking a bewitching contrast.
“Bai Ze, some matters are beyond your ability to interfere. Your status isn’t sufficient,” Jin Xu said dismissively, glancing at the white-robed youth and the purple-haired young man.
He was being polite—normally, he wouldn’t have such patience. After all, Bai Ze and the others had reached the Supreme level at their age, marking them as prodigies with the potential to ascend to true immortality.
“Lord Jin Xu, when we entered the Immortal Domain this time, we carried not only the Ao Clan’s decree but also the Pan Clan’s. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been permitted passage,” Bai Ze reminded.
“Is that so? Then I won’t trouble you. I’ll just have a few words with him,” Jin Xu conceded.
“Jin Xu, I’m warning you—don’t cause trouble. This is someone my sister has taken an interest in,” Qin Lin said with a charming smile, her eyes curving like crescents.
“Interest or *interest*? Haha…” Jin Xu burst into laughter.
“You’d better not stir up trouble, or I’ll break your legs,” Qin Lin retorted coldly.
Jin Xu chuckled darkly. “I know—your close friend was supposed to be a perfect match for the Ao Clan’s Young Lord, but something went wrong. Are you seeking revenge for her? Don’t worry, I’ve no love for the Ao Clan either. I’d relish seeing them humiliated.”
Shi Hao remained silent but grasped the tangled web of relationships among these people.
“Brat, I hear the Myriad Dao Tree fell into your hands. Hand it over, and I’ll grant you a bright future. No need to return to that barren lower realm,” Jin Xu said.
Shi Hao ignored him, instead gazing into the distance, taking in the grandeur of Pan King City.
“The Ao Clan needs supreme heavenly seeds, and so do the Jin and Pan Clans. If you offer it, the rewards will be immense!” Jin Xu pressed.
Shi Hao glanced sideways. The dynamics among these people were intricate—filled with competition and interwoven alliances.
“Brat, I’m talking to you! Didn’t you hear me? Hand it over!” Jin Xu barked, his eyes sharpening with irritation as Shi Hao continued to disregard him.
Shi Hao turned leisurely to his companions. “Who’s this yellow-haired chatterbox? He just won’t stop talking.”
A stunned silence fell. Even Jin Xu’s attendants gaped, as if seeing a ghost, staring at the overly delicate young man.
After a moment, Qin Lin burst into laughter, disregarding all decorum. “Haha… Yellow-haired chatterbox! That’s too perfect!”
Bai Ze and the others were speechless. This guy was too bold—barely arrived in the Immortal Domain and already picking fights with troublemakers?
The five of them felt a headache coming on. They couldn’t let Shi Hao come to harm, but with such words spoken, would Jin Xu let it slide?
*Yellow-haired?!* Jin Xu nearly choked on his rage. No one had ever dared call him that!
And the worst part was the “chatterbox” remark. Unbearable! Did this brat have the gall to mock him as a chatterbox? He was asking for death!
“You’ve got guts, brat!” Jin Xu gnashed his teeth.
He was furious. Shi Hao’s words were bad enough, but his demeanor—casual, indifferent—was infuriating.
That look in his eyes, that attitude—it was utterly detestable.
“Did you invite me to the Immortal Domain just to listen to this chatterbox prattle on?” Shi Hao asked Bai Ze and the others.
Bai Ze, Zi Kun, and the others were at a loss for words. This guy’s mouth was truly a magnet for trouble.
Jin Xu was so angry he almost laughed. He’d never met someone as audacious as this—daring to provoke him so brazenly.
Qin Lin continued laughing, her mirth drawing glances from passersby.
“You’ve got nerve, kid!” Jin Xu pointed at Shi Hao, his finger nearly touching his nose.
A cold glint flashed in Shi Hao’s eyes—he was ready to strike.
Bai Ze quickly stepped between them, while Zi Kun blocked Jin Xu. “Lord Jin Xu, you know Pan King’s decree—anyone who fights in Pan King City will be executed without mercy!”
Jin Xu stiffened. Normally, minor disturbances might go unnoticed, but if Pan King took notice, punishment would be severe.
It was said that two true immortals once clashed in the city, violating the rules. Pan King had them both executed.
“Isn’t there an arena? Conflicts can be settled there!” Jin Xu sneered, glaring at Shi Hao. “Do you dare?”
“No one can force a participant if they refuse,” Zi Kun said.
“Why should I waste my time teaching you a lesson?” Shi Hao didn’t even deign to look at him.
Jin Xu was livid. This lower-realm brat had a worse temper than he did—arrogant, reckless, and utterly infuriating.
He was so angry he almost laughed. “Kid, I’ll admit—you remind me of myself. As much as I want to kill you, I also find you oddly likable. Fight me, and if you impress me, I might even befriend you!”
Bai Ze and Zi Kun were dumbfounded. Was Jin Xu losing his mind?
“Birds of a feather?” Qin Lin quipped.
Shi Hao wasn’t having it. “You’re clearly a troublemaker. Who wants to be like you? I’m destined to become an Immortal King—I don’t have time to spar with you.”
“You’re digging your own grave, brat!” Jin Xu felt this guy was even more insufferable than he was.
He knew his own temperament was terrible, but today, he’d met his match—only to be outright scorned.
“The arena has stakes. If I lose, I’ll give you immortal treasures. If you lose, hand over the Myriad Dao Tree. Deal?” Jin Xu proposed.
He was out of ideas, trying to bait Shi Hao. But he suspected this stubborn fool wouldn’t budge.
To his surprise, the brat’s eyes lit up greedily. “Immortal treasures? Tell me more!”
The others were speechless.
Weren’t you just unyielding? Why the sudden change?
Jin Xu stared in disbelief before finally saying, “Divine sources, immortal sources—cultivation resources. For your barren lower realm, they’re priceless. Do we have a wager?”
“My world isn’t completely devoid of them. They’re rare, but not exactly treasures.”
“I can give you a vast amount!” Jin Xu insisted.
“How much is ‘vast’?”
“Enough for ten thousand years of cultivation!”
“As a supreme being at the pinnacle of the mortal realm, peerless in history, I don’t need such things. But my disciples might.”
“You… are insufferably arrogant!” Jin Xu realized this kid was even more boastful than he was.
Even Qin Lin was taken aback. Since ancient times, how many mortal supremes dared claim to be peerless? This was sheer audacity.
“How much do you want?” Jin Xu asked through gritted teeth, half-tempted to walk away.
“Prepare eight hundred portions—each enough for one person to cultivate for a hundred thousand years. Then I’ll consider it.”
“Go to hell!” Jin Xu exploded. Even in the Immortal Domain, immortal sources were valuable. Eight hundred portions? That would drain an entire mine!
“Chatterbox, I thought you were impressive. Too poor? Then don’t bet.”
Jin Xu nearly slapped him on the spot.
“I don’t have that much. Right now, I only have enough for a hundred people to cultivate for ten thousand years.”
“Fine. Consider it an appetizer. I’ll take that for now,” Shi Hao said, feigning reluctance.
“You think you’ve already won?!” Jin Xu nearly started a street brawl but held back, fearing Pan King’s wrath.
Shi Hao patted his shoulder calmly. “By the way, call your friends. Bring more immortal treasures. My world is sorely lacking in resources.”
Jin Xu’s face turned green with rage.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already notified all my friends. They’ll be here soon!” Qin Lin chimed in, fiddling with a communication artifact.
“We’ve spread the word too. If you’re so confident, prepare to face all the clans!” another onlooker added.
This was Pan King City’s busiest district. With Qin Lin and Jin Xu drawing crowds, news spread like wildfire.
“I’ve informed the Pan Clan.”
“I’ve told the Huo, Gu, and Peacock Clans!”
“Heh, I’ve alerted the three Immortal King families!”
The spectators were eager for chaos, ensuring this would stir up a storm in Pan King City!
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